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cabinofimagines · 2 years

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Percabeth’s ABCs

Look I made Percy’s bday fic angst (again?) and I know Danny told me she might write sth fluffy but I will do this one too so y’all can have some fluff before the suffering

Pairing: Poly!Percabeth x reader, Percy Jackson x reader x Annabeth Chase Request: Hi!!! If requests are still open, would you mind writing a Percabeth x Reader alphabet? If not, could you please do general headcanons for them?Thank you and I’m so glad to see you’re back!!! 😁🥳 Warnings: None Word count: 2.1k

- Asnyox

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

After spending a lot of time in your relationship either A. trying to stop the world from ending or B. trying to stop one another from accidentally dying and C. trying to have a ‘normal’ live outside of the general demigod struggle, your free time is spend mostly just doing what you would do when you’re alone, but then in each others company. The three of you studying together for exams, Annabeth stressing about her designs, Percy really just trying to graduate. None of this is without teasing each other every so often, or just leaning one another, but if anything spending free time together is where you try to be the most normal.

Beauty - What do they admire in their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Both Percy and Annabeth prioritize willpower and determination over looks. However, Percy does love to compliment everything about either of you, he called Annabeth an angel before knowing her and he does love every molecule of your body. After all this though, both of them do desire you to be a good person above all else. They fell for each other after years of spending time together so if anything who you are is the most important when being in a relationship with Percy and Annabeth.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

They ground you with touch. Holding hands is what brings comfort to each of them, it reminds them that you are here with them and in turn they both hope to remind you that they are with you. Percy’s comfort mostly stops are cuddles and such, but Annabeth’s goes further into the area of advice. She will help solve whatever is causing you discomfort, but she cannot help herself so this advice might sometimes come unsolicited.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

For now your dreams are not going further than entering college in New Rome. Percy sometimes thinks about a possible family, but he would not want his children to ever have to go through anything he went through. Annabeth does not take the relationship in mind when making dreams of her future- she is stubborn, but she knows you and Percy will be by her side no matter where she goes. And you will be.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Percy likes to be a romantic once in a while, but he also enjoys going with the flow. It really depends on his mood, on the opposite Annabeth likes to take lead and be in control. It brings her calm to know things have been prepared properly so even if you tend to be more dominant, you need to be prepared for her sharing the position with you.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Meaningless bicker is something that often takes place, but it should not bother anyone in the relationship. However, if there is an actual fight happening within the relationship it really does depend as to why. Reckless behaviour is the most common one and forgiveness comes fast, but if you genuinely hurt either feelings in this you will need to fight more for forgiveness, but there will be space to listen.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Both Percy and Annabeth notice easily when you do things for them and are very grateful for it. If you bring Annabeth a snack during her studies? She makes sure to thank you and give you a quick kiss. You help Percy get through his homework? Same treatment there.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

It is hard - Percy and Annabeth have both gone through a lot, and neither are ready to face these things just yet. Neither would intentionally keep secrets from their lovers, but they are both stubborn. Percy is convinced that he should face his trauma alone and will only come to you with victories, Annabeth tends to hide it when she is having a hard time, but neither holds more secrets than those from you. They also do expect you to be honest towards them - at least with what you’re comfortable with.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Each has their flaws. Annabeth is a perfectionist, and she is learning slowly through you and Percy that she does not have to be, at least not all the time. Percy thinks he still has to carry the world sometimes, and he does not, and he knows but he needs reminders. They each want to be the best person for you and they just need to learn to also be themselves while doing so.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Trust is a major component in this relationship. Annabeth and Percy are secure in the relationship and would not be jealous over anything, they know you love them and they love you. However, they do have this thing that if someone was shamelessly flirting with you while they are right there they will make sure together that this person knows you are taken.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Percy’s kisses are a bit clumsy, but always full of love and need for reassurance. Annabeth’s kisses are more coordinated, and always feel fresh. The first kiss between you all was when Percy suggested just trying to smooch all three faces together, which resulted in three people with a headache on the ground. Annabeth only joined in because you and Percy teased her until she did so.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It was most likely Percy who got you all together. He realized quickly how he felt, and he thought it was unfair to himself to not tell each party involved. Annabeth had a hard time wrapping her head around it- she had been robbed of love for a while, but she did agree when you suggested that you could try to date all three together. From there on, the relationship blossomed.

Memory - What’s their favourite memory together?

The non-quest road trip you guys did with Grover after you all graduated. It was one of the first times you went away from everything you knew, because you chose to and in those car filled nights with laughter, friendship and love you found that change could be nice. Everything could be normal for you.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Well, we got the obvious “Seaweed brain” and “Wise girl”, and for you they chose something which also was related to a quirk you had when you were longer. These might seem teasing, but you all know that there is only love in those words.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Annabeth mostly hangs around you or Percy when in love, and tries to help you whereever she can. Do mind - she does not seem overeager to help you, but will affectionately call you by your nickname as she helps out. Percy doesn’t think that he behaves differently - but everyone at camp sees the love eyes he gives you and Annabeth every minute of the day.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

There are two sides of a spectrum here- Annabeth is not huge on PDA, although she does show her love when confronted with jealousy. Percy however does anything and everything to show you and Annabeth off- he likes to have you close and unintentionally always tends to end up holding one or both of you.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Neither Percy or Annabeth mind having to help you, or other people out. Percy often sees it as time spent with friends, as Annabeth sees it as an act of love. This ends up with a lot of campers owning them (and you as an extension) favours, which you are free to cash in when needed.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Outside of dates which go from cliché to the most creative thing you have ever seen, neither Percy or Annabeth are super romantic in the traditional sense. They tend to rather just, act upon their desires instead and do spur of the moment gifts or something. Percy does appreciate a romantic scene though, in contrast to Annabeth who does not really care.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

When you tell Annabeth what you want to achieve, she will come up with a game plan- and if you tell her you don’t want help she will still come up with a plan, but not tell you about it until you actually would need help. She trusts you, but she can’t help herself. Percy is the best cheerleader - he cheers you on whatever you are trying to do, although he knows he often can’t actually help you achieve your goals! He tries though, and that’s what matters.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Neither Percy or Annabeth need any more thrill than what they get in daily life. Percy needs a routine and someone to hold him to it for him to be productive, and Annabeth simply enjoys having a set schedule. If you want to spice the relationship up, you would need to tell them and together you would think of something, because surprises are simply not necessary.

Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Percy is great at reading people and he knows everything about you, Annabeth is just the same. They unconsciously both consume as much knowledge about each other and you as they get presented, which results in both of them knowing you as the back of their hands.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

For all three of you, this relationship is it. There is no second guessing or plans of a future without the three of you. Sure, marriage might not be possible but you simply do not care. Life it too short and too dangerous to prioritize anything over your relationship. They both would rather go down together than see any of you die.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Percy loves to randomly name cute date ideas out of nowhere, and within the week Annabeth has the date planned out. Both are eager to spend as much time as possible with you and each other, so together they always try to put in as many dates as possible.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Both Percy and Annabeth love being close to any of their significant others. Annabeth tends to just, lay down next to you when you’re in private, whereas Percy is more demanding that you seek him out. Sometimes you will just come home and worm yourself between the two, for ultimate cuddle times.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

They would seek the other partner out- if you are gone Percy and Annabeth will find solace in one another, each distracting themselves with the eyes of the other. If you and Annabeth are gone and Percy misses you, he will spend some time just remembering good moments you had. If you and Percy are gone Annabeth will most likely concentrate on her work in order to keep her head on her shoulders.

Zeal - are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes - they would both do anything for this relationship. Percy has little control in how much love he outs, so he goes all out every time it is needed. Annabeth does not care whether she has to get in trouble for you or not, she loves you and Percy and thinks you both deserve the world.

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critter-genfic-events · 1 year

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Queer Platonic : A Critical Role Gen-fic Rec List

Hello everyone! Please enjoy these seven amazing Queer Platonic fics that have been recced by the Critter community! Oh, and don't forget to show the authors some love if you liked their work!

Spider Silk Vows by hanap (88103,Teen) Warnings: no archive warnings apply Pairings Beauregard Lionett & Essek Thelyss

Beau and Essek are required to enter an arranged marriage. There's suspicion on all sides, and other forces at work.

Reccer says: It's got some amazing characterization and a developing queerplatonic relationship, plus all of the arranged marriage + political machination tropes I love.

fate (is but dandruff) by Meridas (1794,General) Warnings: none Pairings Mollymauk Tealeaf & Yasha Nydoorin

The Inherent Queerness and Triumph of Cutting Off All Your Hair

Reccer says: There's not enough fic about Molly and Yasha's relationship. This is a post-canon Mollymauk who is dealing with his fractured identity with a little help from Yasha.

Still The Same by The_Singular_Peep (4104,General) Warnings: Alcohol & a very messy hangover Pairings Caleb & Veth

After finding out about Veth's past, the relationship between Caleb and Veth becomes strained. Veth get's drunk and Caleb realizes that there was a misunderstanding

Reccer says: I always love when a fic actually digs into the feelings of "This isn't romantic or sexual but there is definitely love here".

count your blessings (not your flaws) by Enby_Tiefling (2152,General) Warnings: Pairings Yasha & Kingsley, Past QPR Yasha & Molly

She loves Molly, but he isn’t here anymore. Kingsley is.

Reccer says: I have a soft spot for Yasha dealing with her grief for Molly while also trying to be fair and treat Kingsley as their own person, and this hits the spot.

It's a Date by daretodhampir (stardustedknuckles) (2744,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings QPR Fearne/Laudna/Imogen

Fearne takes Imogen and Laudna on something resembling a date and it's just what you'd expect from a fey creature doing her best to be a good friend in a strange new world. And also making it up as she goes, but it's fine. Truly, it's the thoughts that count.

Reccer says: I like that there's definitely different types of sexuality and interest in sex within the triad, and the casual, loving feel to their interactions

Philia, Is That You? by Professor_Rye (2034,General) Warnings: None Pairings Molly & Yasha

Yasha gets hurt and Molly makes sure to take care of her. This causes some confusing feelings for poor Yasha

Reccer says: I like how Yasha works through her confusion and feelings as she accepts that she loves Molly, just not like that

Same Same Different by hummus_tea (1117,General) Warnings: none Pairings Fjord & Caduceus

Caduceus hears from some old friends and has a reunion, and goes on a hike, makes some tea. Fjord is awkward.

Reccer says: I really like Fjord and Caduceus's friendship in Campaign 2, this is a short and sweet fic that's about their relationship afterwards

If you liked this rec list, follow along for more! We'll be posting a new list with a new theme each Monday. And if you would like to make a rec yourself, feel free to reach out to @professor-rye to request access to the submission form! Next week's theme is going to be our first character focused list! We'll be doing a character list each first monday of the month, so stay tuned for those! Next week's list is going to be about our favorite grave cleric, Caduceus Clay!

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beatrice-otter · 11 months

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Fic: Essential To Your Own

Title: Essential To Your Own Author: Beatrice Otter Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation Pairing: Geordi/Data Length: 3,364 words Rating: Teen Written for: colormejaded in the 90s_channel_tv_exchange 2023 AN: In the Star Trek universe, every species name is capitalized: Vulcan, Andorian, Betazoid, Klingon, Bajoran, Cardassian, etc., etc. Therefore, by analogy, "Human" should be capitalized as well. At AO3. On Dreamwidth. On Squidgeworld. At Ad Astra. On Pillowfort.

Geordi was staring aimlessly at the warp drive. Enterprise was in perfect condition, he was up to date on his reports, and they were in transit through well-charted space, having just finished up with a delicate aid mission, and heading toward a diplomatic conference. Both were important in the grand scheme of things, but neither were the type of mission that asked much of Engineering.

On a quiet shift like this, he'd normally work on a personal project. Most of his people were; a Galaxy-class ship could practically run itself, when you weren't running head-first into a dangerous situation. And it was easier to keep good engineers when you didn't make them do boring busy-work when there wasn't any real work to do. Dern was writing a holonovel. T'Hes was working on a puzzle, as always—Geordi had tried one, last year, and it had been fiendishly difficult. Mansaray was working on a new intermix chamber design, just for fun, and Geordi dreaded the day she'd get promoted to a desk at Utopia Planitia, where they'd let her experiment with new designs to her heart's content.

Geordi didn't have any projects in progress, and he was drawing a blank on thinking up something he could start. So he was staring at the warp core and trying not to think about why he didn't have any projects in progress.

"Geordi?"

"Yeah, Data?" Geordi said absently.

"You seem preoccupied. Is anything the matter?" Data's voice was warm and attentive, as it always was.

"Not really," Geordi said. "Nothing major. Just feeling a little down." Though he felt a little better that Data had noticed something was off. The android was a keen student of human behavior, and he'd made a particular study of Geordi.

"Because of Lieutenant Ortuno's departure?"

Geordi shrugged. "Sort of. Not really. We both knew it was going to be short-lived, and it was fun while it lasted. But even if we had more time, I don't think it would have turned into anything serious."

"If you are not missing Lieutenant Ortuno, then … may I ask what is causing your distress?"

"I don't know if I'd say it's serious enough to qualify as 'distress,'" Geordi said. "Mostly, I was just feeling a little sorry for myself. Even knowing it wasn't going to last, I enjoy romance. Partnering up with someone and getting all wrapped up in them, and them in me. And there's just not that much opportunity for that on the Enterprise, not for me. There's none of the regular crew interested in me that I'd want to date, and we don't get new crew that often. I always knew the dating pool on a starship was pretty small, but when I was first posted here, I figured, with a crew of a thousand, surely there would be somebody for me, and … there wasn't. Unless a miracle happens, all I'm gonna get for the next several years is the occasional fling."

"I am sorry to hear that," Data said. "You have previously mentioned a regret at your lack of romantic prospects, but I had not realized it was this serious."

Geordi waved a hand. "My life is pretty good, Data, don't worry about it. I love my job, I have a lot of good friends here on the ship—especially you—and I wouldn't want to change any of that. It's just this one aspect of things that isn't ideal." He didn't like dwelling on things he couldn't change—what was the point?—and honestly, he loved his life, all things considered. "So, what were you up to while I was busy with Amya?"

Data regarded him thoughtfully, and Geordi could tell that he didn't quite believe him. But Data was usually pretty good at respecting when you didn't want to talk about something, and so he gamely listed off all the things he'd done in his off-duty hours. Much of it Geordi already knew at least a little about; wrapped up in a girlfriend or not, Enterprise was a small ship and everyone heard about everything eventually. But as always, Data had an interesting perspective. Right now, he was working as set designer and props person for Doctor Crusher's latest play, and Geordi didn't know much about the theater but Data had some interesting ideas about symbolism that he'd worked into it, and by the time he was done explaining, it was time for shift change.

……

Six months later, Geordi had pretty much forgotten about that conversation, and only rarely thought about Amya. He was caught off-guard when Data brought it up out of the blue.

"Geordi," Data said after their shift was over one day, "would you like to go to the holodeck together tomorrow? As a date?"

That stopped Geordi in his tracks, and he closed his mouth on the automatic 'yes' he'd been about to say. "I didn't know you were thinking about dating again," he said noncommittally. "After how things went with Jenna."

"I believe that relationship was what one might call 'a learning experience.' I did learn a great deal, although I regret how it ended."

The turbolift doors opened and they entered. There were already three others in it, so Geordi let the conversation lapse.

He got off on Deck Two, with Data, heading for Data's quarters. When they got there Spot yowled at Data to complain about his having been gone all day, and rubbed around his ankles while ignoring Geordi, which was a comforting bit of normality in a day which had suddenly taken a turn for the unexpected.

Geordi ordered juice from the replicator while Data cuddled with his pet. That could be you, a traitorous voice in the back of Geordi's mind said. Which was interesting, because he hadn't thought cuddling with Data was something he was missing. Or was it just long enough since he'd had a partner that anyone was starting to look good?

Geordi set that aside to think about later. But it was good to remember, watching Data and Spot, that although Data had no inherent biological need or desire for the sort of touching and companionship that Humans did, he genuinely enjoyed caring for Spot. Geordi knew what it looked like when Data was doing something merely because Humans did it, but got no innate satisfaction out of it. (The relationship with Jenna D'Sora had been one of those times.) This wasn't that. Data cared about Spot, and enjoyed spending time caring for Spot, and spent much more time thinking about Spot than was necessary for responsible pet ownership.

It was easy to remember that Data wasn't Human—if nothing else, Data would remind you if you forgot. But being an android didn't mean Data didn't care, didn't genuinely desire companionship and relationships with other living things. It wasn't just programming and logic.

"You have said that you would prefer to be in a relationship, and regretted the fact that there were no prospects on Enterprise," Data said. "It has occurred to me that a romantic relationship between us would be beneficial for both of us. I understand if my request to change the nature of our relationship seems sudden, Geordi. I assure you that if you choose to turn me down, I will understand and will not be offended."

"Of all the concerns I have, Data, that isn't one of them." Geordi sometimes thought that Data should be more willing to be offended by the way other people treated him, because he sometimes let himself be taken advantage of and rarely objected to being hurt for the convenience and bigotry of others. The chances of Data holding something against him—unless he did something monumentally and calculatedly cruel—were so small as to be nonexistent. Which was actually a reason to be cautious. No matter what happened, if they tried this and it didn't work out, Data would assume that all the fault was his. Even if it wasn't.

"Then what are your concerns?" Data asked.

Geordi sighed and headed over to the couch, sitting in his usual spot. "Walk me through this, Data. Why do you want a relationship? Why now? Why me?"

"You are my best friend," Data said, sitting down just enough further away than normal to be noticeable. "If a romantic relationship entails being wrapped up in another being for an extended period, there is no one I would rather be focused on. And, as I said, I believe I have learned enough since my relationship with Jenna to not make the same mistakes."

"You know," Geordi said, "looking back on that, I think we all made some mistakes. And one of them was, we were all worried about Jenna getting hurt, but nobody was worried about you getting hurt. What she wanted … she had this idea of the perfect partner, and she wanted you to be that. Instead of accepting you for who you are, and figuring out what an honest and real relationship between the two of you would look like. And that's not a good way to run a healthy relationship, for either of you."

Data cocked his head. "That did occur to me, after the fact; I spent some time comparing my analysis of our time together with standard relationship counseling advice, and realized that there were fundamental imbalances in our respective goals and wishes which were major contributing factors to the way things played out, and which would have been damaging forces even if the immediate issues which ended the relationship did not exist. However, we both had reasons for beginning a relationship that had little to do with the other person involved: she believed that I could fulfill her fantasy of the 'perfect man,' and I wanted to experience what it was like to be in a relationship, and did not pay enough attention to who I wanted to be in a relationship with, or what sort of relationship I wanted."

"Neither of those are good reasons for starting a relationship," Geordi said.

"In some respects, no," Data said. "However, I have observed people who have made successful relationships work that started with less substance, and other cases that did not last despite a stronger foundation. You yourself have started relationships merely because you were lonely and wanted company and the person was available and willing."

"My dating history isn't necessarily the greatest," Geordi pointed out. "I wouldn't hold it up as something to be emulated."

"Still, you can hardly object to me trying something that you yourself have done," Data said.

Rather than respond to that directly, Geordi backed up and asked about the reason he'd given. "Data, are you lonely?"

Data paused. "I am not lonely at present; I find my friendships here on Enterprise generally satisfy my needs for companionship. However, I am aware that our service together on this ship cannot continue indefinitely. When some or all of us are reassigned, the chances of me being assigned to a post where I will be accepted and befriended as I have been here are small. While I believe that the friendships among Enterprise's command staff are strong enough to survive when we are inevitably separated, that is not the same thing. In particular, my life would be greatly lessened if you were not a daily part of it. I hope that we will always be together, regardless of what form that takes."

Geordi smiled. "Me too, Data; me too."

"Thank you, Geordi," Data said. "If we were to begin a relationship, and that relationship lasted long enough to formally declare to Starfleet, it would greatly increase the chances of our being stationed together in the future."

"That's a good point," Geordi said. He wasn't as awkward as Data was, and he didn't face the same sort of stigma that Data did, so he wasn't afraid of having to make new friends. But every Starfleet officer knew the pain of being stationed in a new place far from your friends and loved ones and having to build up new connections from scratch. Taking your family with you helped with that … but only for the people who already had families that could and would go with them. "But I don't know that it's a good enough reason to try for a romantic relationship. What would you be getting out of it that you don't already get from our friendship, besides a chance at a posting together in the future? I mean, I know you want to be Human, but is that a good enough reason? It's not like you're going to fall in love."

"Humans form long-term romantic and sexual relationships for many reasons," Data said. "Not all human cultures have romantic love as a concept, and not all humans from the dominant culture experience romantic or sexual attraction. Moreover, even humans who do experience romantic attraction may form relationships for reasons other than romance: companionship, sexual compatibility, child-rearing, shared domestic labor, legal protections, cultural compatibility, and many more. If Humans can form relationships for reasons other than being in love, I do not see why I should not be able to do so. I wish to be in a long-term relationship with you; I believe it would be beneficial to both of us."

"All right," Geordi said. "Besides keeping my best friend with me when, in the distant future, we get reassigned, why would it benefit me? It might mean that I wouldn't have the opportunity to start a relationship with someone I was attracted to." He paused. "Assuming you want monogamy, that is." Geordi was pretty thoroughly monogamous, himself.

Data cocked his head. "Have you ever considered whether you are attracted to me?"

Geordi floundered a bit. Had he? Data had seemed so naïve when they first met, younger than you'd expect for his rank, and Geordi had never been into younger people. By the time Geordi had realized his mistake, Data had firmly been in the mental box marked 'friend.' "Not really," he admitted.

"Perhaps you should consider it," Data said. "I do not mean to pressure you, or prevent you from forming a fulfilling relationship with someone else should you choose to do so; but I also do not wish you to dismiss the idea out of hand."

Geordi thought back to that moment when he'd imagined Data cuddling with him. "Maybe I should consider it," he said in bemusement.

"As to monogamy, I would prefer it," Data said. "I find myself … unsatisfied, when you are in a relationship with someone else and, as you describe it, wrapped up in them. I miss you, even though you are still here."

"You're jealous," Geordi said with a smile. It's not that jealousy was a good thing, but … he hadn't realized Data felt that strongly about him. For anyone else, what Data described would have been tepid and lackluster. But for Data, it was practically a declaration of undying love. And if hearing that Data loved him made him feel this warm and happy, maybe he needed to take a closer look at his own feelings.

"Jealousy might be too strong a word," Data said, "as I do not experience emotions. And I have no wish to prevent you from having fulfilling relationships with others. But I confess I prefer it when I am not coming second place in your attention."

"Okay," Geordi said. "So what is it, exactly, that you want? What would it look like, if we were in a romantic relationship? How would it be different from our friendship now? We already spend a lot of time together."

"Physical intimacy would obviously be one factor," Data said. "In addition to sex, you are much more tactile with your partners than with your friends, and I would be pleased to share greater intimacy with you. Aside from that aspect, I have analyzed our relationship and concluded that we already fulfill many of the standard marks of dating—the amount of time spent together and mutual focus on each other, for example. The key differences would then be of intent, not form."

"About sex," Geordi said, "I know you're fully functional, but do you enjoy it?"

"I do not have a sex drive, but I find intercourse to be a positive sensation," Data said. "In addition, there is the satisfaction of having pleased my partner."

Geordi couldn't help remarking on that. "You're good at … pleasing people then?"

"I am," Data said. "My programming in technique is very thorough, and I am able to notice and respond to physical cues with a high degree of sensitivity." "I see," Geordi said, and he did see—he bet Data approached sex with the same attentiveness and compassion he applied to everything. To be the focus of that attention … would probably be quite something. He got a bit distracted by that, for a bit. "I do not expect an answer immediately," Data said. "Good," Geordi said. "Because I have a lot to think about." "If you had no interest in a romantic relationship with me, you would not need time to think," Data said. "Therefore, I conclude that there is a chance you will say yes." "Yeah," Geordi said. "I'll let you know." He went back to his quarters and took his VISOR off, putting it carefully in its place and feeling himself relax as the overwhelming visual input ended. He laid down on his sofa to think. Given his spotty dating history, he'd done the initial falling in love and getting to know someone stage a lot, but he and Data already knew each other. They'd be jumping straight into the deep waters of being with someone you knew intimately, which Geordi didn't actually have much experience of. He and Data could figure out what that meant together. Even if it didn't work out he had faith that they could go back to being friends with no hard feelings on either side. There wasn't really any risk to trying, was there? He could see himself with Data, though, was the thing. He could imagine growing old with Data at his side. He could imagine having kids with Data, if they both decided they wanted them—Data was great with kids. Maybe he'd want to try building another android, again, if they could figure out what went wrong with Lal, and how to ensure that any other androids were treated as people, not property. Geordi spent some time imagining various scenarios of what their life together might be like, and all of them felt good. He was leaning towards saying yes, he realized. "This is crazy," he said out loud. "How long have I known Data, and we're only just now thinking about this?" He shook his head and got up to pace along the wall that didn't have furniture, one hand dragging along the wall to keep himself oriented. "Guess that just leaves sex, then," he said. If their sex life wasn't going to be fulfilling, that would be a major problem that Geordi wasn't sure could be overcome. Data might have all the moves, but if Geordi wasn't interested, that wasn't going to matter. "Time for some preliminary research," Geordi said. He walked into his bedroom, undressed, and got into bed to consider the question of whether sex with Data might be something he'd be interested in. …… Some time later, Geordi pulled himself together enough to clean up. He was definitely interested in Data. That had been a very successful experiment, and he was looking forward to recreating it with a partner. …… "So, Data," Geordi said the next day at lunch. Data was on the bridge this shift, but they often met in Ten Forward for lunch. "What did you have in mind for tonight?" Data gave him a pleased look. "I have found a new series of holodeck mysteries I that might be the right mix of challenging and entertaining. I thought we might start with dinner, and then a mystery." He paused. "After that, we might return to your quarters for dessert." Geordi lowered his voice. "Or … dessert." "Indeed," Data said. "I look forward to it," Geordi said, and smiled.

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hxlyhead-harpies · 4 years

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Congratulations Weasley

Hi everyone!! This is for the lovely @heloisedaphnebrightmore ‘s 1k celebration! Congrats!! you totally deserve it! I really like this fic and i hope you all like it as well!

Summary: Fred Weasley has been completely insufferable and mean since third year. Unfortunately the reader still feels for him even after he takes his teasing too far

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Angst with a happy end

You didn’t mean to blow up on him like that. You didn’t mean to be blinded by unadulterated rage and let those words leave your lips. But if you were being honest with yourself, he thoroughly deserved it. After years and years of letting his words carve chinks into your armor, you were through. You simply couldn’t handle it anymore.

You had sat in the common room in your favorite skirt, hands folded neatly in your lap. You kept reaching up to smooth your hair, attempting to look your best. Cormac was supposed to meet you in the common room at noon. He was supposed to escort you to Hogsmeade where you’d eat at Madame Pudifoot’s. It was supposed to be romantic.

You were excited; it was your first date after all. You didn’t quite know if you fancied Cormac. He was brash and occasionally rude, but the feeling of being wanted to outweigh his flaws. It was rare that a boy would give you attention, so when Cormac had suavely asked you out, you couldn’t help but become giddy.

Angelina and Katie had helped you pick out an outfit. It was simple- a black skirt and a simple sweater- but you felt pretty nonetheless.

So you sat and waited. And waited. And waited. For hours you sat on the same sofa in the same position, slowly letting your resolve disappear.

You didn’t know what you had expected. Cormac was known to be an arsehole. Yet, the sting of rejection still affected you, causing you to push back tears.

Around three in the afternoon, Katie and Angelina stepped through the portrait hole. They were laughing about something, smiling wide. But when they caught sight of you, their smiles dropped.

“(Y/n)?” Angelina said, furrowing her brow. She shrugged off her jacket and made her way towards you.

“What are you still doing here?” Katie asked. You just shrugged.

“Still waiting for Cormac I suppose,” was your response. Angelina and Katie shared a look of pity. You blinked back tears. Angelina sat down on the couch next to you and rubbed your shoulder.

“He never showed?” she asked softly. You shook your head. Katie sat on your other side and laid her head on your shoulder.

“Well, he’s an absolute git then,” she began, “Can’t see how great you are.” You smiled softly at her words.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“I can’t believe he would do this,” Angelina said with a hint of anger lacing her voice.

“I can,” you said with a sniffle.

At that moment, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan stumbled through the portrait hole. You felt yourself stiffen. You had been friends with Lee and George since first year when you had spilled pumpkin juice on Lee one morning. The two of them were great; always joking with you and always making you feel welcome. But Fred was a whole other story. You had been friends with him in your early years of schooling as well, with you developing a small crush on him in the process. It was a puppy love kind of crush. The kind that had you giggling with your girlfriends at thirteen.

But in fourth year something had shifted. While your feelings for him only become stronger, he seemed to develop a strong dislike for you. The usual playful teasing turned into something genuinely meant to sting. His words no longer carried a playful tone, but only one with venom. You weren’t sure what had caused him to hate you, but all you knew was that you couldn’t hate him.

The three of them stepped into the common room, cheeks still flushed from the late autumn chill. The boys had wide smiles on their faces, which only dropped when they saw you. Lee and George immediately took notice of the tear tracks that ran down your face and concern filled their eyes.

“(Y/n)?” George questioned, taking a step towards you. You simply shot him a weak smile. The boys made their way over to the sofa.

“Are you alright?” Lee asked softly. You opened your mouth to answer but Fred interrupted you.

“Oh what is it this time?” he asked with an eye roll. Your eyebrows shot up. You were not in the mood for his insults.

“Fred…” Angelina hissed in a low warning tone. Fred ignored her.

“You’re always so dramatic, crying at the drop of a hat,” he complained. George gave him a swift elbow to the ribs.

“George!” he cried, touching the now tender area.

“Well Fred, I’ll have you know that she has every right to be upset,” Katie said, glaring at him. Fred scoffed.

“I doubt it,” he said in a low tone before flopping into the armchair across from you.

“What was it this time? You didn’t get top marks on a potions essay?” he guessed, “oh wait no! I bet you snapped a quill. What a tragedy!”

“Shove off Fred,” you said in a low voice. He just sent you a glare.

“So what happened?” George asked with genuine concern. You looked down at your hands as you felt the tears begin to rise again.

“McLaggen stood her up,” Katie explained.

“What an arsehole,” Lee exclaimed, shaking his head. George and Lee tried their very best to comfort you, offering to get back at Cormac for you. Their ideas of how to prank him made you laugh, slightly alleviating your sadness.

“Well, I don’t know what you expected,” Fred said, interrupting his friends. You turned to him, frowning.

“Please stop Fred,” you said, “I’m not in the mood today.”

“Well, I mean why would he want to go out with you?” he continued anyway. Your mouth dropped open in shock.

“Fred quit it,” George whispered to his twin. Fred just waved him off.

“I mean come on, McLaggen goes out with loads of girl but even he isn’t that desperate,” he said, gesturing towards you. You felt your cheeks grow warmer with rage.

“Shut up,” you said quietly, but he pushed on.

“I’m happy for him,” Fred said with a smile. Angelina squeezed your shoulder.

“Fred stop it,” she said defensively.

“He dodged a bullet,” Fred said, leaning back with a smirk. You stood up suddenly, rage flowing through your veins.

“Fred Weasley what is wrong with you,” you shouted. Fred froze. You had never fought back before.

“Do you really hate me so much?” you questioned, “so much that you feel the need to spend every minute of your existence trying to make me feel miserable?” Your hot tears were flowing freely at this point. Fred just gaped at you, his mouth opening and closing as if attempting to force out a response.

“Because if that was your goal? Congratulations Weasley, you’ve accomplished it,” you said, glaring at him. You turned to storm up to the dormitory. He stood up now too, seemingly regaining her senses.

“(Y/n) wait!” he shouted after you. You turned around and looked at him.

“I wish I never met you,” you yelled back at him. And with that, you turned and ran from him, leaving your shocked friends behind you.

~~~~~

“I hate him,” you said, laying on your back and staring up at the canopy above your bed. You felt the bed dip as Angelina sat down beside you.

“Me too,” she said, giving you a look that let you know that she didn’t believe you. You groaned and hit her with your pillow. Katie flopped down on your other side.

“I don’t know Angie, I don’t care how long she’s fancied him. I’d hate him too after what he just said,” Katie added, agreeing with you. Angelina shook her head.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it,” she said. You flipped over so you were now on your stomach and stared at her.

“Angelina you say that every time he says things like this. I don’t think I believe you anymore,” you said. Angelina just shook her head.

“I swear! Fred isn’t mean. He wouldn’t purposely hurt you,” she explained.

“Yeah, he’s not mean to you,” you huffed. Angelina just shrugged.

“Maybe he’ll apologize this time,” Katie speculated. As usual, she was looking on the bright side.

“I doubt it,” you scoffed, “Fred never apologizes.”

“He actually seemed pretty upset after you left,” Katie explained. Angelina nodded.

“Yeah he kept pacing and looking towards the stairs like he was waiting for you to come back down,” she added.

“I don’t care what he did after I left. Do you think an apology could fix this?” you questioned. Your friends looked down at your quilt, knowing that you were right. Even after years of hurtful teasing, Fred had never said anything quite like this before. You were finally fed up with his insults and digs at you. Even if your heart still slightly ached for him, you couldn’t allow yourself to keep hurting. You sat up suddenly and surely and held your head high.

“I am done with him. From this moment on I am getting over Fred Weasley.”

~~~~~

For weeks you avoided him. You left the Great Hall when he would arrive. You’d sit as far from him as possible in lessons, and if he was with your friends, you’d leave or pretend that he wasn’t there. You weren’t quite sure if it even mattered though. He hadn’t attempted to make another dig at you since that day in the common room. Angelina and Katie were impressed with you. They had not expected you to stay away from him for so long. In the past, if he had made fun of you you’d usually brushed it off and continue to grin and bear it. But it was your last year and you were determined to enjoy your remaining time at school. And that meant staying away from Fred.

Though this didn’t stop you from missing him occasionally. Sometimes as you fell asleep you envisioned his fiery red locks and his distinctive smokey scent. The scent that you had smelled in your amortentia in fifth year. You envisioned him apologizing to you and trying to right his wrongs. But it was just a fantasy.

~~~~~

You were sitting in the library, your defense against the dark arts assignment in front of you. You were focused, your eyes scanning your textbook when someone sat across from you. You looked up and met eyes with none other than Cormac McLaggen. You narrowed your eyes. He hadn’t spoken to you since the day he stood you up.

“Hey (Y/n),” he said with a smirk.

“What do you want McLaggen?” you asked.

“Ouch. I thought we were on a first-name basis,” he said with mock offense. You rolled your eyes.

“No. You lost that privilege when you left me waiting for you in the common room instead of taking me out on our date,” you responded. McLaggen just laughed.

“Didn’t I apologize for that? I’m pretty sure I did,” he said. You scoffed.

“You didn’t. And even if you did apologize I wouldn’t be interested,” you answered. He just pouted at you in response.

“Come on, why don’t we give it another go? You and me at the black lake after dinner,” he said. You groaned.

“No. Now please leave me alone,” you answered. He furrowed his brows.

“Oh don’t be so whiny. Just meet me there after dinner,” he said, appearing frustrated. You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by another voice.

“She said no mate.” You turned around to see none other than Fred Weasley. McLaggen scowled at him.

“This isn’t any of your business Weasley,” he said. Fred sat down in the chair next to you.

“She’s my friend so I reckon that it is my business,” he answered defensively. McLaggen stiffened.

“You heard him,” you piped up, “leave me alone.” And with that, McLaggen stood up and walked away.

“You’re not getting another chance,” he said over his shoulder. You rolled your eyes.

“Good,” you retorted. After he had left you turned to Fred.

“Thank you,” you said curtly. He just nodded but made no move to leave the table. After a moment of silence, you began to hurriedly pack your things, determined to continue avoiding him.

“(Y/n), please,” he said, reaching for your arm. You scoffed and pulled it away.

“What do you want Weasley?” you asked. Fred flinched at your use of his last name.

“I just want to talk,” he answered. You continued to shove your things in your bag.

“I’m not interested in talking to you,” you responded. He let out a frustrated huff.

“I can tell. All you’ve done is avoid me,” he said. You paused and looked at him.

“Do you really think I’d be interested in seeing you after what you said to me? After all you’ve said to me?” you huffed. Fred looked down and gulped ashamedly.

“No,” was his response. You just shook your head and stalked out of the library.

~~~~~

After the library incident, Fred seemed to be on a mission. What his plan was, you weren’t sure, but you were on your guard. He timed his mornings so he could force himself beside you at the breakfast table. He would pour you your orange juice himself. During free time, he’d sit near you in the common room and attempt to make you laugh, telling over the top jokes. And the insults had stopped, the factor that had surprised you the most. Suddenly there was a new version of Fred in your life. Or rather, an old version that you hadn’t seen since third year. It confused you and you weren’t sure what his end game was.

One night you were sitting alone in the common room. Angelina and Katie had gone upstairs already but you continued to work on your potions essay beside the fire. You heard the portrait hole open and you turned to see the twins stumble through. It was well past curfew and you were certain the Filch was hot on their tail. George spotted you and waved before heading towards the boy’s dorms. Fred shot you a small smile but lingered in the center of the room. You sent him a curious gaze before returning to your assignment. After a moment you felt the sofa dip and saw that Fred had sat down beside you.

“Can we talk?” he asked. It was the same question that he had asked you weeks before in the library. You sighed.

“Fred I told you that I wasn’t interested in talking to you,” you replied, rubbing your temples.

“Please (Y/n),” he said, his eyes pleading with you.

“Fine,” you responded, “what do you have to say.” Fred looked down at his lap.

“I am so so sorry (Y/n). For what I said that day and for everything I said before,” he said. You scoffed.

“Do you really expect sorry to be enough?” you asked. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I never meant to hurt you,” was all he said. You felt yourself become angry again.

“Never meant to hurt me? What a load of rubbish! How did you think I would feel every time you insulted me?” you asked with a huff. Fred grabbed your hands.

“You seemed like you had a thick skin and I was stupid-” his voice was thick with emotion as you pulled your hands away and cut him off.

“None of that is a good enough excuse,” you said.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured once again. You gathered your things and made a move to get up. Fred made no attempt to stop you. You turned to head towards your room but hesitated.

“Fred I just need to ask you one thing,” you said as you slowly turned to face him. He looked at you with wide and hopeful eyes.

“Ask me anything. Anything at all,” he answered.

“Why. Why did you spend years being so terrible to me,” you asked, hoping for an answer to the questioned you had tortured yourself with for years.

“Because I’m in love with you,” he answered without a beat. Your mouth dropped open.

“What?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I was in love with you and I knew you would never feel the same. It felt better to distance myself than to pine,” he continued. You felt as if your heart had dropped into your stomach. The words that you had wanted to hear for years had finally been spoken but all they did was cause you pain.

“I never thought about how it would affect you,” he said honestly, “I was selfish.” You just gaped at him, unsure of what to say. You almost didn’t trust yourself to say anything. You were afraid that if you spoke you would just drop into his arms and let your resolve crumble, allowing yourself to say the same words back. But you knew that you couldn’t do that. Not when the pain of his words still stung like a fresh wound.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you said after what felt like hours of silence.

“Well I had hoped that you felt the same,” he said, “but I expected you to slap me and storm off.” You almost smiled at his weak attempt at a joke.

“Fred I-” you started.

“It’s okay you don’t need to say anything,” he said, cutting you off. He stood up and made his way towards the stairs.

“I really am sorry,” he said once more before he began to ascend. You watched him leave.

“Fred wait!” you called after him. He turned to look at you. “I admit that I feel something for you,” you said. Fred began to smile.

“(Y/n) that’s-” you held your hand up to cut him off.

“But I can’t just allow myself to be with you. To just pretend that you never hurt me,” you said, “I’m worth more than that.” Fred nodded.

“You are. But I swear, I will spend every minute trying to prove to you that I love you. And I hope that someday you’ll give me a chance,” he said earnestly. You gave him a small smile.

“Good luck then,” you said, before turning around and scurrying up the stairs.

~~~~~

Fred kept true to his word and tried his best to win you over. He followed you around like a lost puppy, giving you small gifts and compliments. You always thanked him but never let your guard down as he doted on you. You were always afraid that things would go back to how they used to. But they never did. You began to look forward to classes when he would pass you short notes with jokes on them or when he would try to make you laugh from the other side of the room. You began to enjoy it when he would come to bother you in the library when you tried to study. He would try to distract you by playing with our hair or dramatically laying across the table. You started to look forward to his interruptions. Slowly your guard began to fall, but you were still careful with yourself and with your heart. But it seemed that Fred was as well.

~~~~~

The seasons began to change and so did your feelings for Fred. You found yourself daydreaming about him more often than before. And somewhere deep in the back of your mind, you allowed yourself to play with the idea of being with him. He was slowly repairing the heart that he had broken. After the Easter holidays, you found yourself alone with him by the black lake. You leaned under a tree with a book in your hand and he laid beside you.

“(Y/n),” he whined, “I’m bored.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“You could go find George or Lee and do something. No one’s forcing you to be out here,” you said with a smile. He sat up and smiled at you.

“But you’re out here. Where else would I want to be,” he said. You felt your face heat up as you shoved his shoulder.

“Oi! What was that for woman!” He yelled, playing throwing a handful of grass at you.

“Freddie!” you squealed, not realizing that you’d let his nickname slip past your lips. He froze.

“You haven’t called me that since third year,” he said quietly. You smiled.

“Well you haven’t been this nice to me since third year,” you answered teasingly. Fred ducked his head. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments. You allowed yourself to stare at him unashamedly. His cheeks were flushed from the warm spring weather as he played with the grass on his robes. His hair was tousled and unkempt and you felt yourself reach out to fix it. He looked up at you with his jaw slacked as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“There,” you said, “all better.” He grinned at you, making you flush. You moved your hand from his hair and moved it to rest on his cheek. Fred placed his hand over yours as he leaned into your touch.

“I love you,” he murmured softly, too enamored with you to even realize that he said it. Your smile only widened.

“I love you too,” you responded softly. Fred’s eyes widened as he realized what you had said. His smile stretched impossibly wide.

“Did I hear that right? Did you just say that you loved me?” he asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Yes. I love you, idiot,” you replied. He immediately tackled you with a hug, causing you to squeal with laughter. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. It was a clunky first kiss. A first kiss interrupted by lovesick smiles and laughter.

“You love me!” he exclaimed loudly causing you to giggle. You just leaned up and gave him a quick peck.

“Congratulations Weasley,” you said, “You’ve accomplished your goal.”

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hnychn · 3 years

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 [𝐈𝐈𝐈]

sypnosis : life with your five lovers has been more than fulfilling, but when you're paired with a student from general studies for a project, your quintet seems a little less full

word count : 4000+

warnings : mutual pining, gender neutral reader, relationship insecurities, bakugo tries but. . .it doesn't go as well as he planned, grammar errors and spelling errors, it's . . . a long one, a bit rushed at the end so uhh pls don't mind that :)

parts : [ 𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

a/n : so sorry for the long wait LMAO- i know i said my bokuto fic would be coming out today but uhhh ahaha my depression hit me full force this weekend and i didn't even look at the dock because i was too busy sleeping, but uhh enjoy this :D

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- WELCOME TO PART THREE sorry for the log wait 😭 life has been kicking my ass but we're not here to hear me complain, we're here for the tea

- so, it's a couple months after you joined the bakusquad and their relationship. and let me tell you, it has been nothing but amazing. 😩 your days are never quiet and they're always filled with some sort of excitement and love.

- you kaminari and mina often get into trouble for leaving the dorms late at night because you want snacks and there's nothing in the kitchens. you become kirishima's pillow, don't matter about your size or whatever, you are his pillow and you better not argue 🔫 sero always puts on some type of bachata or reggaeton or some spanish song and dances with you in his dorms. and bakugo is your go to person to cook with and just generally annoy or prank since it's so easy to get a reaction out of him.

- and you couldn't have asked for a better relationship. you all are so communicative and talk about your feelings often and how you're doing. every saturday or sunday, you all go to a dorm (usually it's bakugo's cause it's the cleanest) and have a huge cuddle pile and talk about your mental states, how you're doing, what you have problems with, etc etc.

- like damn ok i see you with the mentally and emotionally stable relationship 🤪🤪

- it's so refreshing too because sometimes you'll have a tough week and you jsut need to let it all out, and you can in the comfort of bakugo's dorm and you know none of them will judge you because they're all so open about their love for you (and vise versa)

- anyways, yeah y'all got the best relationship

- you never thought about anyone else in a romantic sense because the squad took up nearly all of the space in your heart. but when you teacher announced one day the general studies kids would be coming in to have a joint project to create gadgets for the hero course students, you had no idea your life would suddenly be turned upsidedown.

- you were paired with a guy named shinsou. he looked friendly enough and returned the wave you sent him with a little surprise as he made his way to the open seat next to you. he seemed surprised when you started a small conversation but he talked to you in a quiet soothing voice. he seemed nice enough and you figured the project would be a breeze since he seemed so nice and offered to meet up over the weekend to start up some ideas for the project.

- you agreed and the two of you met up that lunch period in the library to pre-draft some ideas and get to know each other more.

"i'm surprised you don't mind being seen with me."

his sudden comment took you by surprise as you looked up from your paper with messily drawn gadgets and chicken scratch writing to look up at him, "what do you mean?"

it was true you had never seen him before or even heard of him, but his hesitance to talk to you and open up to you made you feel as though you should.

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and looked away shyly, "so you really haven't heard anything about me, have you?"

he looked almost guilty to bring it up, his gaze falling to the table in front of him as be played with a strand of his hair.

you shook your head. you never really payed attention to gossip around school, your head always too high up in the clouds to care about rumors and gossip (bakugo often scolded you for being such an airhead and ignorant to your surroundings, but you knew he was just worried about something happening to you). plus, to you, gossip was nearly never right and more often made up and fictitious.

shinsou refused to look up at you, "well. . .i'm known throughout the school as a. . ." he looked hesitant to continue but before you could reassure him he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to, he continued, "well, a villain."

he prised his lips as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and all you could do was tilt your head. shinsou didn't seem like a bad person - or a 'villain' as he had said. on the way to the library he held open doors for you and helped you carry some of your books to your locker and even bought you a drink you wanted buy but were a bit short of change on.

"do you think you are?"

"what?" shinsou looked at you for the first time since he brought up the topic.

"do you think you're a villain?" he shuffled slightly in his seat and looked away again from your intense stare. he felt like you were looking straight into his soul from how strongly you were looking into his eyes, he wasn't sure if you had even blinked in the last minute.

shinsou thought back to all the times he's been called a villain or a criminal. it was always unwarranted, a passing comment that seemed like no big deal to others but shattered his heart into smaller and smaller pieces. but never once had he ever thought he was a villain - a monster.

if anything, he used those comments as encouragement to become a hero, to be better than those who always thought he would turn to a life of crime. so, "no... i don't think i'm a villain."

"well, that's that."

shinsou could only stare at you, your smile brighter than any star he'd ever seen, so full of hope and encouragement shinsou felt like he could take on the world. he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile pulling at his lips and a weird feeling blossoming in his chest. how curious. . .

- so yeah, a new friendship 🤪 the two of you started to spend a lot of free time together for the project. you would often meet up during lunches or free time between classes to work some more on the project, all the while getting to know each other in depth. you learned many things about shinsou and spilled many of your own secrets, you laughed together over old childhood stories, and played animal crossing on the rooftop during lunch, your project discarded and forgotten beside you.

- your sudden absence didn't go unnoticed by your lovers, and they grew curious to your whereabouts when you would blow them off for the fifth time that week to "work on your project". now, don't get me wrong, they had conplete trust in you and knew you would never cheat, but they were just curious as to what - or who - was taking up so much of your time.

- so, they did the smartest thing, and followed you. after blowing them off for the sixth time, they decided to follow you to your destination. mina and kaminari tried to be inconspicuous and wear disguises, but the fake mustache, black glasses (indoors, might i add) and hat weren't all too discreet as they thought.

- they followed you through every turn and weave you took and hid behind a corner when you stopped at a vending machine to get your favourite drink. but what surprised them the most was you also bought a coffee. bakugo was most surprised you even thought about even touching the can of caffine because he remembered you telling him you would get terrible caffine rushes that would make you dizzy if you drank coffee.

- but, as you finally reached the rooftop and made your way to a hunched over figure in the corner, it all made sense.

- they all saw how effortlessly you and shinsou acted around each other. they could see the soft looks he would send you when you weren't looking and the way his hand would hover over yours for a split second too long before snapping away as if you were made of lava. but surprisingly, they didn't feel any sort of jealousy or anger, it felt like a piece of them had returned they didn't even know was missing. the sort of feeling that walks through the door unexpectedly but it's wholesomely welcomed.

- the "oh, there you are, welcome back" type of feeling. they were happy you had found someone that made you feel comfortable, arguably more comfortable than you had been with them so far because truthfully, while you had felt welcomed and appreciated in the relationship, it still felt like you were an outsider. the five of them had inside jokes before you came and didn't get them when they came up, the five of them had habits special to each other that inadvertently excluded you. and while they never meant to hurt you (god knows that's the last thing they ever wanted to do), they had. but you knew that wasn't their intention so you held no malitious feelings towards them (not that you think you'd ever could).

- but the way you and shinsou so effortlessly opened up to each other, shared intimate details and secrets with each other - it warmed their hearts. so, bakugo grabbed them all by the back of their shirts and dragged them away, mumbling about giving the two of you space. there was a fond look in his eyes as he looked at the two of you he would be teased about later but would deny.

- it was undeniable bakugo held the softest spot for you. he tried as best as he could to include you in their inside jokes and habits but he was. . well . . . bakugo 🧍🏽‍♀️

- words aren't necessarily his strong suit and he could only hope his smaller actions let you know you were as loved and cherished as any of them there. and you knew, you caught on a little after bakugo had a little "secret talk" with the group (that wasn't really secret at all, he grabbed them all by their shirts and dragged them to a secluded spot while you distracted on your phone) and they all started to explain their jokes and include you in their habits.

- anyways, back to you and shinsou. 🤪 he was aware you were in a ployamorous relationship with the bakusquad and he's heard the way you talk about them and the soft airy tone of your voice and the starry look in your eyes; and he didn't want to get in between that. the last thing he ever wanted was to ruin your relationship for his own selfish reasons.

- so for the time being, he would be okay with watching you from afar, the sweetness of your love so close for him to taste; yet too far for him to savour.

- as more and more times passed, the bakusquad began to notice the lingering looks you would give shinsou when you passed him in the halls and how he would always be waiting for you outside of your class with your favourite drink before leaving you to go to lunch while he went off and . . . well, you weren't sure what he did during his free time, but he never brought it up so you never figured to ask.

- when you fell asleep the next time you all had a cuddle session in bakugo's room, they all talked about it. talked about your obvious feelings for each other and the possibility of including shinsou in their relationship. they spent hours talking about it and still talked about it even when the moon vanished over the horizon and the sun rose. and, in not very smart fashion, bakugo was tasked to confronting shinsou about their conclusion.

- which - almost as if there were an author behind all of this - didn't go as well as any of them planned.

it was perfect, really. almost as if the universe had been listening to their conversation and aligned itself perfectly for this very moment.

you woke up that morning with a terrible stomach ache and chose to stay back in your dorm after bakugo made you a bowl of soup and threatened you to take your medicine. his classes ended a little earlier than usual and, sending his lover's a nod, made his way over to your class, where, lo and behold, shinsou was standing near the door, the familiar brand of your favourite drink in one hand and his own cold coffee in the other.

bakugo wasn't sure what he was going to say when he reached shinsou. he opted to just speak from the heart over rehearsing lines with the others like they had wanted, besides, what kind of lover would be be if he couldn't even do this for you? but, what he didn't take into consideration, was his emotional constipation and tsundere attidute.

"hey, eye bags!" bakugo called out.

shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin at bakugo's sudden loud voice. he looked over with the same eyes of indifference he normally had, but bakugo could see the slight far in them. not at his brash attitude (shinsou could never be afriad of bakugo and confronting him before the sports fesitval was a perfect example of that) but the fear of ruining your relationship with the bakusquad.

shinsou nodded at bakugo when he got close enough. bakugo stood in front of him, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pants, "they're sick."

it was a simple enough statement but shinsou blinked, "what?"

"y/n." bakugo stated and rolled his eyes as if the answer had been written on his forehead (and it basically had, shinsou was just a bit shocked at his appearance), "they're sick and mina's staying back with them in their dorm."

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, "oh."

there was an awkward silence as the two boys stood in the vacant hallway. bakugo didn't know what to say and shinsou wasn't sure if he should leave or go visit you for their lunch break.

"i'll go drop this off to them-"

"no." bakugo practically growled, "i'll drop it off. go get eat your lunch or i'll make your face an eye bag."

shinsou flushed a bit in embarrassment. he was overstepping, of course he was. for a minute, having you all to himself for nearly a week straight made him forget about the relationship you were in and this was a smack of reality. you weren't his. you were in a relationship with others, other people who could give you nearly double what he could - everything he couldn't.

handing bakugo the drink, shinsou stalked away to the cafeteria, his cheeks still a light shade of pink. bakugo sighed and knew he most likely made things worse, and he came there originally to make things right.

but fate will work itself out. and what will be, will be.

- so... maybe sending bakugo wasn't the best idea ... 🧍🏽‍♀️

- because now, shinsou started avoiding you. when the two for you worked on your projects together, he would remain mostly silent and only input his opinion when he thought of an idea or needed help putting something together. you had no idea why and you honestly felt a little hurt that he ignored you as easily as breathing.

- you brought this up to your lovers on your weekly cuddle session, knowing they would have brought up your downpour attitude either way. what you didn't notice as your face was burried in denki's sweater were the glares they all were throwing at bakugo.

- "yeah, i wonder what happened..." sero smiled, though obviously strained, as he pet your head and told you shinsou was probably just going through something.

- and it was obvious you were hurt that shinsou had suddenly stopped talking to you because honestly it was kind of hard for you to make friends. a lot of people assumed you thought you were higher than everyone else because you were dating five students from the top hero course, but that obviously is far from the truth.

- anyways, a long time goes by and the two of you still haven't rekindled anything and the squad is getting a bit frustrated because hello??? join our cult lover circle ?????

- so the squad comes up with another solution and this time they don't send bakugo to collect shinsou

- they learned their mistake last time.

- anyways

- so sero goes and gets shinsou and tells him you need him for a little last touch of the project since it was near the due date and you wanted to make sure it was perfect. and shinsou agrees to meet up with you and follows sero.

- sero takes him into an empty classroom and it's pitch black. the windows have been covered with tape and all the lights are off. before he could ask what the hell was going on, the door slams shut and the lights suddenly turn on and shinsou's blinded for a moment.

- and he's met with a very interesting sight.

- mina, kaminari, and kirishima are standing in front of him with sunglasses and hats on, their arms are crossed and they have a blank look on their faces (though he can tell kaminari is about to burst into laughter and nearly does but kirishima jabs him in his side.)

- "uhh..."

- "shut up, eye bags." bakugo calls from behind him. he's leaning against the door with his arms crossed and an obviously pissed off look on his face.

- sero is just standing next to him with a 'sorry pal' kind of smile.

- "what is-"

- "what are your intentions with, y/n?" kaminari shouted suddenly as he slammed his hand on a nearby desk.

- "denki- no." mina pushed him back lightly, "that's not what-"

- "did you not listen last night, sparky?" bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly.

- kaminari shyly scratched his cheek, "i might have fellen asleep-"

- "he did." sero confirmed, "he drooled on me and everything.

- "I do not drool!!"

- "yes you do, it was like a waterfall, 'ki. "

- "no i don't, right kiri?"

- "well.. only a few drops.."

- "WHAT?! and none of you told me?!"

- "well, y/n kind of made us promise not to tell..."

- "SPEAKING OF Y/N," mina interjected into the conversation, her fingers rubbing at her temples as she wondered when she became the rational one, that was bakugo's job, "why don't we stick to the script, boys."

- kirishima slung an arm over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "sorry, princess."

- "right." sero turned to shinsou and crossed his arms, "you have feelings for them don't you?"

- shinsou tensed. his mind was still trying to comprehend the conversation that happened just a few seconds ago and processing the fact that kaminari drools in his sleep. he wasn't sure how to respond.

- of course he had feelings for you, any rational person who came into contact with you would catch feelings. it was part of your natural charm that seemed to effortlessly draw people in and never let them go. in a matter of minutes, you had simultaneously become his best friend and his closest confidant. often at night he cursed himself for catching feelings for you when things were perfect just the way they were.

- but shinsou couldn't help it. you had treated him like a normal person and weren't apprehensive about his quirk. you gave him a taste of normalcy in his world of anxieties and judgement, and he craved more and more the more time he spent with you.

- so dispte wanting to desparately scream 'yes, i do love her' at the top of his lungs, he looked down at the ground, "no. . . i . . i don't."

- "liar."

- bakugo seethed behind him.

- shoving himself off the wall he was leaning on, bakugo walked closer and closer to shinsou as he spoke, "don't lie. we all see the way you look at them, the way your stupid face lights up with a small smile when they're with you or the airy chuckle you give when they do one of those stupid dances when they make food and-"

- "OK OK I GET IT!" shinsou snapped. mina jumped slightly in kirishima's arms and shinsou sent her a small apologetic look, "you know! I'm in love with them! i've been. . ." he trailed off before collapsing into a chair behind him, his head hanging back and staring into the bright flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

- "i've been trying to distance myself from them, to make getting over them easier."

- "they've been hurting, y'know."

- shinsou groaned and hid his face in his hands, "i know. you think i don't see the looks they give me when i avoid them in the halls? it hurts knowing i'm the reason they're in pain."

- "so why are you doing it?"

- "because they have you guys," shinsou sighed as it if we're the most obvious thing in the world, "you all could love them a lot more than i ever could alone. plus, they're so happy with you, i couldn't be the reason to disturb that."

- "you gotta be fucking kidding me." bakugo growled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

- kaminari snorted, "i think i just got deja vu."

- "you could say that again," mina sighed, "i'm heading back to the dorms, this is giving me a headache."

- with his arm still slung over her shoulder, kirishima agreed, "yeah, not sure how we didn't see this from the beginning. i'll walk you back, princess."

- shinsou only stared blankly as mina and kirishima left the room with kaminari in tow, complaining about getting some math work done. never in his life did he feel as confused as he did now

- lost. mans was lost..

- someone get him a map and help him please

- they acted as if they hadn't been the ones to literally kidnap him

- only to nonchalantly walk out the door?????

- sero's voice snapped him back to the remaining two people in the room, "you two really are a match made in heaven." sero smiled at him and shinsou felt head rise in his cheeks, whether it be from embarassment or something else, he didn't know.

- "i'll see you two around" and then he left, leaving shinsou alone with bakugo, who had yet to realease the bridge of his nose from his pinch.

- "you're both a pair of dumbasses."

- "i'm offended-"

- "y/n said the same fucking thing when we confronted them."

- shinsou stayed silent.

- "they felt like their presence would ruin the routine we had set a long time ago when we first started our relationship. . . sound familiar?"

- shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to speak, but bakugo interrupted.

- "shut up, eye bags, i'm not finished."

- "i dIdNt eVEn sAy aNyTHiNg"

- "sure there were some things we had to adjust to include them in our schedule and a whole new bundle of emotions to incorporate into our lives; but the while point of a relationship is to open up slowly and learn to trust the ones you love. and eventually, we all learned to trust them the same way they learned to trust us; but trust isn't something you can learn over night. it's gradual."

- bakugo sighed, how in the hell did he get stuck in this situation again. at the very least no one got injured this time, "what I'm trying to say is, if y/n makes you happy, then we're all willing to let you in our relationship and put our trust in you.

- "will you put your trust in us?"

- how dramatic ˙ ͜ʟ˙

- so

- :) shinsou decides, fuck it. i deserve the good things in life, and he puts his trust in the squad the same way they all put their trust in him.

- and they decided it was a good time to surprise you too and kill two birds with one stone :)

- so you walk in to bakugo's dorm after a long day of school. you were returning from turning in your project with shinsou, and while the teacher had given you many compliments and basically secured your A, you still felt a bit sad knowing it would be the last time you would see shinsou since your schedules didn't collide and you had ended on a . . . confusing note.

- so you were just looking to cuddle with your lovers on a Friday night and wallow away in your sadness.

- when you walked in the group had been piled in their natural spots on bakugo's bed. mina was giggling with kaminari as they scrolled through tiktok, bakugo was reading a book you had reccomend to him a while a go, sero and kirishima were softly play fighting as they laughed and chuckled.

- everything was as it should be

- until you got to where your spot usually was, cradled between bakugo's warm and firm chest and mina's plush thighs and stomach, and it was occupied by someone else.

- everyone stopped what they were doing, as they watched a smile pull at your lips when you recognised the disheveled pruple hair lazily sprawled in your spot. everyone watched with bated breath as they waited for your reaction and small smiles of their own shining through as they watched your interaction.

- you lifted your hand and smacked shinsou's knee that had been raised up slightly as one of his arms lay behind his head and the other fiddled with a bracelet around mina's wrist, and his lips pulled into a lazy smirk of his own as he watched you.

- "get up, fat head, you're in my spot."

- his smirk only grew.

- "do something about it, hero."

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The Bad Batch - Quart d’Heure Américain

Summary: In French, we use the expression “quart d’heure Américain” (lit. “American quarter”; I think it’s “Lady’s choice” in English) to talk about that moment during an evening out/ a party where they play slows and couples dance together (very sweet and romantic, yes)

So here is the Quart d’Heure Américain, Bad Batch Edition™

Pairing: Crosshair x reader; Echo x reader; Hunter x reader; Tech x reader; Wrecker x reader; the Bad Batch x reader

Reader description: f!reader [she/her], no real physical description

Word Count: 5463 words

CW/ TW: Nothing, just pure fluff and cute relationships (some established, one not quite yet) also there’s a LIL BIT of someone being sad/ a LIL BIT in pain BUT promise it doesn’t last and it gets all soft

Tags: @loth-wolffe @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @allamarisss

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Notes: This is for you all, because you deserve it and I hope it’ll sooth whatever you need soothed; and here is a quote that quite grasp the concept of this small fic

“Quand je danse, je danse” –Montaigne (“when I dance, I dance”; enjoy the moment and don’t think about anything else)

Crosshair: Something Stupid – Nancy Sinatra, Frank Sinatra (1177 words)

Had someone asked you beforehand, you never would have been able to tell that Crosshair was an amazing dancer. You didn’t expected him to invite you out that night, especially not when everyone in town was speaking about this Dancing Night. But he did, and now he was next to you, moving like he had done it all his life.

“You’re doing great, mesh’la,” he complimented as you tripped on your feet.

“I already told you,” you nodded a thank you when he helped you get back up, “I don’t understand Mando’a.”

Well, you did, but only a few words. You grew used to them, because Crosshair would use them all the time when speaking to you, but never once did he told you what they meant. So you did what every logical person would have done, and asked Tech.

“Well, mesh’la could be translated to ‘beautiful’, and cyare to something like ‘love’ or ‘my heart’. Why you asking?”

“I heard that on the radio, in a song once and I just wanted to know what it meant. Thanks Tech!”

And you had left him as soon as he was done explaining their meaning to you, because the more you stayed here, the more he could guess why you really asked. But you didn’t want Crosshair to stop calling you mesh’la or cyare. It sounded so peculiar when he would whisper it close to your ear as he would walk behind you; “out of my way mesh’la”, “you truly are a lost cause, cyare”. It wasn’t really a lie not to tell him you knew; more of a covered truth.

The song changed and went from a catchy tone to a slower, more sensual one. Crosshair waited for you to come to him before gently grasping your waist, a hand holding your own, fingers folded around yours. He pulled you closer, so close you could feel his chest moving according to his breath. You looked straight at him, trying to decipher his expression, to find any feeling uncovered behind those bewitching whisky eyes.

“Are you scanning me?” he softly asked.

“Maybe.” you confessed. “I want to know what’s going on behind this pretty face.”

It slipped out. You didn’t mean to say that; yes, he had a pretty face, yes you meant it, but-

“I think, about you mostly.”

Ho.

“You’re…pretty.” He sharply nodded, as a way to keep up his facade. You almost tripped over again, so taken aback by his little confession.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “sorry, I- that’s very… very kind of you to say.”

He didn’t say anything, but the grip on your waist tightened. You decided to try it, and slowly came to rest your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating, muffled by the layers of skin and cloth. You felt a cold spot on your waist, and a hand brushing your hair off of your face, tucking them behind your ear before resting on your shoulder.

You couldn’t yet guess it, but he was craving for more, he wanted you closer to him, wanted to bury his face in your neck, hum your scent and kiss you all the way to your jawline, your cheek, the tip of your nose; and your lips.

But never once did he flinch, or let out any sign of his heart bleeding to feel you so close, yet so out of reach. Instead he held you there, slowly leading the dance, almost silently telling you to “move left, come back to me, and left again; great job mesh’la”.

He couldn’t yet guess it, but you were craving for more. More Mando’a’s nicknames, more gentle touch on your face and body, maybe a bit of appreciation in his eyes, a bit of love on his mouth.

And you thought you could hold on, spend the night glued to his body, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the delicacy of his moves; and still be able to pull out a straight face, to pretend mesh’la and cyare were unknown words to you, that your heart wasn’t racing at the sole thought of getting more.

But you didn’t.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum”.

It slipped out tenderly, purposefully. And this time, he almost tripped on his feet.

“What did you say?”

You raised your head, taking a small step back to look at him in the eyes.

“I said I love you, but I guess my accent sucks a bit. I- I asked Tech about it last time.” You confessed in a small voice.

Crosshair couldn’t even speak anymore. He completely stopped moving, staring at you like you were the only one here, with him.

“Look, we can just…forget about it if yo-”

“Shut up.”

Your eyes widened at the command, and nothing could have prepared you to the devastatingly exquisite sensation of his lips brushing against yours before completely diving in. Nothing could compare to the fire in your belly, to the sweet bite on your lower lip, his teeth briefly pulling on it before letting go; and the overwhelming sensation filling your mouth as his tongue caressed yours in a heated, terribly slow kiss.

None of you could pull away; if he tried to release your lips, you would dive right back in, and if you gasped for air he would barely give you time to breathe before coming back to you. He couldn’t resist the urge to hold you tight in his arms, and you were too afraid of letting go so you firmly held his face against yours.

You felt his weight shifting to the left, then to the right, and once again you followed his lead. You felt it, the uncontrollable grin against your mouth, and the way he spin round with you, making sure no one else but you existed in that moment.

When you finally let go of each other, you were both heavily breathing, and a mutual stare was enough to get you both chuckling like kids.

Yes, you loved him, with all of your heart and soul, and you would gladly learn more Mando’a if it got you that type of enthusiastic reaction every time you did so.

“Your accent is actually quite cute,” he managed to tell you, and your smile only grew wider, and his eyes only got lovelier. “But maybe you should say it again, just in case it was luck.”

“I sure will, but I think I need you to tell me; how do you say it, again?”

He shook his head, both defeated and amused.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum”, you repeated, and he nodded in approval. “I think I won this round.”

“You did.”

He grabbed your arms and pulled you closer, leaving small misses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and your lips. The song was over; it had been for a few minutes now; but you didn’t care. Crosshair was still dancing with you, his hands on your back, a smile on his face; and maker he was even more handsome when he smiled. You had him, and he had you, and you were glad you said something as stupid and childish, and sincere and deep as this.

I love you.

Echo: Everybody Loves Somebody – Dean Martin (1168 words)

“Alright, open your eyes.”

Echo’s voice tickled your ear, making you smile. Your eyes had no trouble getting used to the light outside; it was dusk already, and a small campfire was gently crackling a few meters away from the Havoc Marauder. Earlier that day, you made a stop on an isolated planet to get some supplies and land foot for the night. It was a quiet place, mostly villages and beautiful landscapes, covered in grass, moss, and flowers like you’d never seen before.

Echo asked you to wait inside, and it had been almost an hour, but now that you were standing here…

“Is it…Did you do that for me?”

“I’d dare say for us,” Echo smiled, “today is a special day for us, remember?”

Ho.

“You forgot, right?”

“Echo, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Don’t be! I kinda hoped you would, this way it could be a real surprise for you.”

You couldn’t quite tell what about him always got you flustered. Maybe the way he was fondly looking at you, or the softness in his voice when he whispered “Surprise!”, or how he left your side for a moment, bending over the blanket to grab a small package before giving it to you.

“I don’t have anything for you,” you quietly confessed.

“Take it.”

You accepted the gift, giving him another look of apology, but all you saw in his eyes was…something soft – soft and loving.

You carefully unwrapped the paper, exposing a Tooka plush, proudly wearing the colours of the Bad Batch.

“I thought it was more than time for you to have your own.” he said as he got closer to you, a smile glued to his face. “Do you like it?”

You barely nodded, too occupied trying to decipher your gift. The limbs were gracefully mixing a red and black pattern, and the symbol of the Republic’s paramedic had been carefully stitched in white, where the heart should be. You softly stroke it, the tip of your finger following the edges of the seam.

“I.. I love it,” you couldn’t help but smile at the attention. “I’ll call him Handsome Jr.”

“Whatever pleases you, love.”

You shifted you attention to Echo, the lovely grin on his face making your heart melt even more. You closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his waist, just above his prosthetics. He held you against his chest, resting his chin on your head.

“I’ll get you something tomorrow, I’ll be up before the sun.”

“I already have everything I need, cyare.”

“Echo…,” you chuckled, “I don’t want you to get nothing. It’s an important date for us.”

“Well, if you insist…There is something you could do for me.”

“Anything, Handsome.”

He waited an instant, savouring your embrace.

“Would you dance with me? The way we did that night?”

You remembered that night. It was quite some time ago, before the Citadel. Echo invited you to the base you were both settled in for the night, on Corusant. His general gave his troopers a night off, and his first thought was to take you out on a date. You remembered the way Fives came up your office, panting, still fully armoured, and asked you to follow him. You didn’t know it at the time, but Echo and some of his brothers were taking care of decorating and preparing dinner.

You remembered the cantina being empty, except for a table with two plates and beautiful flowers in a glass way too small for them; and how every clone you had crossed path with in the hallway innocently smiled at you. They knew, obviously, but none of them made any comment, only wishing you a good night.

You remembered Echo, blacks on and slightly stylised for the occasion, offering his hand to you for a dance. And you repeated the answer you gave him that night.

“Of course, Handsome. I’d love that.”

He took a step back, looking at you intensely, falling in love all over again with the shape of your face, the light in your eyes, and the delicacy of your lips. He wanted to kiss them, so badly, but there was still something to do before that.

A static sound resonated behind you, and a voice emerged from it.

“Not that- The other one, Tech.” Echo threw a look at his brother, who was already changing the station, until he got the right one. He then barely let slip a “Pretend I don’t exist.” before disappearing inside the ship.

“Sounds familiar,” you joked, thinking about the way Fives did the same things all those years ago.

“Some things never change, right?”

You didn’t need to hear the end of the sentence; his eyes were speaking for him. He brought you closer, his prosthetic arm gently pressing your waist as his left hand held yours. The Citadel changed him, but deep down he was; and would always be, your Echo.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty boy,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Some things indeed never change.”

He chuckled and started moving his legs, inviting you to follow his lead. He never really had a chance to dance since he joined the Bad Batch, but tonight; tonight was all he needed. Holding you close, smelling your hair, delicately balancing you on your left, a step back, on your left, a step back…

“Your love made it worth waiting.”

You slowly raised your head until you could look at him. His eyes were shining, wet from the emotion, filled with adoration and fond memories of you both. You smiled, trying to swallow the knot forming in your throat. His hold on you was so gentle, his smile so sincere. You knew he was falling in love with you all over again. You knew, because you were too.

You let your hand slide to his neck, pushed yourself on your tiptoes until you could feel his warm breath tickling your face. He tightened his grip, pressing his lips against yours, abandoning himself in your arms, making you feel like nothing but you mattered.

His kiss was gentle, he took the time to taste you, for the first time, the hundredth, the thousandth; it didn’t matter. Even after all these years, he couldn’t get used to the softness of your lips, the warmth of your tongue, the dizziness in his head and the knots in his stomach when you were confessing, wordlessly, your love for him.

Nothing broke you apart. The sun could go down, the song could stop, but none of it mattered, because all you truly needed was each other.

“Waiting for someone like you.” you finally replied.

“Waiting for you, and only you.”

You kissed him again, taking great delight in the sensation of your pounding heart, of his tongue against yours, of his hand letting go of yours to slim on your waist, down to you hip, finding his way to the back of your pant.

He was all you ever needed.

Hunter: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye (989 words)

“Everyone, out, let’s go.”

Hunter waved his hand toward the door, a tired, maybe a bit painful expression glued to his face. Hi brothers obeyed, knowing what it meant, and left the room in silence. You tried to copy them, because you knew Hunter was getting overwhelmed by his senses; it happened sometimes, and you knew you couldn’t sooth his pain by remaining with him. But he firmly pressed his hand against your chest.

“Not you.”

Echo closed the door behind the two of you, giving you a sympathetic look before disappearing behind the grey metal sliding. Hunter tilted his head back until it touched the cold wall behind him, letting a long sigh slip from between his lips.

“Could you turn off the light, please?” he barely whispered to you, eyes closed.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t say, and switched the light off. All that remained was the small, dim blue light above your head. Tech had it installed after a bad power cut that lasted three days. Hunted asked for the blue shade, because it was the one which was the less aggressive to his eyes. You liked it, because it nicely highlighted his features, blending his tattoo a bit more with his skin, making the marking look almost natural.

You could hear him, deeply inhaling, slowly exhaling; probably trying to sooth the pain away. After a moment, he opened his hand to you, and you gently took it, slightly stroking the skin on his palm with the tip of your thumb.

“Love you.”

You softly kissed his knuckles.

“Missed you, too.”

His voice was barely breaking the silence of the room, but you still heard him relaxing a bit more.

“Can you hug me, sweetheart?”

He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, even if he truly wanted to. He managed to cut off sound and light, because he wanted to focus on your touch, and your touch only. And it felt great when your arms delicately wrapped him, when your body pressed against his, holding still as you listened to his heartbeat.

“Is it okay like this?” you asked, and he nodded, a light smile on his face. “I love you too.”

He straightened up his head, blindly stroking your back, his hand getting lower and lower…

“I see what this was all about.” And the smile in your voice betrayed you, and the chuckle he let out showed you he felt a bit better.

“I just wanted some time with you, sweet thing” Hunter stated, innocent.

“Well, here I am now, pretty boy.”

He finally opened his eyes, taking a few seconds to get used to the lighting, but immediately shifting his attention to you, your face. You were another kind of beautiful; the kind he could hold against him at night when he had troubles sleeping; the kind that could sit on his lap, telling him all about your day while he stroked your hair; the kind of beautiful that he never knew he could have.

He gave you a soft kiss, humming your scent as his lips brushed yours, and you tried as hard as you could not to make it too much for him. But how could you, when he tightened his embrace, humming to you that song you liked so much, when you could feel his warm breath against the crook of your neck, and his low, slightly raspy whispering in your ear.

“From that day on, I made a vow…” a kiss on your skin, “I’ll be there when you want me…” another kiss, gentle, loving.

He pushed himself away from the wall, his head buried against you, singing to you the way you liked it, and it came naturally to you both. He balanced you one side, you came back and led him to the other side, and you kept going like this, following the low rhythm of his voice, barely giggling when he would – more or less in a dramatic and theatrical movement – bend you over like in those holomovies, pressing kisses against your neck, your jawline, crawling his way back to your mouth.

That mouth. Hunter missed it so much, the way you moved it, the softness of your lips, the warmth of your tongue, and the tight embrace as you tried to remember each curve, each spot; barely biting his lip to let you know you were here, you missed him too.

And you couldn’t help but fall in love again when he kept humming against you, when he led your hands to his lower back, a grin painting itself as they slid down the back of his pants.

“I love your heart,” he told you, lips on your skin, “the way it beats. I hear it pumping faster when I hold you, and- maker, I love it.”

He abandoned your neck for a moment, diving into your eyes like it was the first time ever, hypnotised by the blue reflection on your iris.

“I love you, the way you feel under my fingers,” he touched your face with the tip of his thumb, “the way your brush your hair over your shoulder, how you always come back to me when the lights are out and the night is still; I love you and your smile,” you granted him one, tender and oh so caring, “and your eyes, and your mouth. I love how you move your hips when you dance with me, how you crave for closeness, and how I can’t do anything but offer it to you every time, all the time.”

And you knew words couldn’t possibly offer a good answer, so you simply hummed back.

“Nothing could keep me from getting to you, baby.”

He let out a sweet laugh, kissing your nose and the top of your head, seeking for your embrace once again as you led him dancing.

“I know, sweetheart.”

And I love you for that, too.

Tech: My Guy (Single Version) Mary Wells (1078 words)

You didn’t expected Tech to ask you out tonight. He was usually quite content living around the Marauder, but when you walked next to that clothing shop, something ticked in him. He dragged you in, told you all about the different tissues, how the colours were applied, how the stitches on this dress were obviously done by Twi’leks because you see that little knot? This is a signature from the crafters, more precisely from the members of a tribe that moved around…

You loved hearing him talking. Sometimes you would ask him a question, fully aware of the answer, simply because you were eager to hear it coming from him. And every time, without any hesitation, he would answer with as much precision as possible. He probably didn’t know it, but it was one of the reason you fell for him.

“What about this one, cyar’ika?”

“This one would fit you perfectly.” he had held the dress against your body, bending his back to get a better look at it. “The colour matches your skin tone and the shape would really highlight the curves of your hips.”

“Then I’ll take this one.” You had nodded with a smile.

And now, a few hours later, you were wearing said dress while walking to the counter of the restaurant to order another drink. As the bartender was pouring a blue liquid in a fancy glass, a man smoothly accosted you.

“Were you sculpted out of Kyber crystal? Because you sure bring some light in here.”

“Thanks, but it’s mostly because my cyare chose that dress for me,” you confessed.

“Well, he sure have good tastes,” he took a step back and pursued, “may I ask which one of these…?”

He threw a look at the tables around, and you pointed to the one where Tech was visibly waiting for you, waving when he noticed you looking at him.

“Is it…Is it him?”

“It is indeed,” you fondly smiled.

“Well, at least he got some taste in dresses and women,” he conceded, visibly surprised by his “intellectual” look. But you couldn’t care less, because he didn’t had Wrecker’s body, or Hunter’s features; but he had soft shapes and sweet lips, he knew everything there was to know, and even more, because he loved learning almost as much as he loved you.

You grabbed your drinks and started walking away, only turning around to slide a little “Glad you recognise it” before returning to your table. When you pushed his glass in front of him, Tech gently grasped your hand.

“Thank you for the drink,” he glanced at your body, a little something lightening his eyes, “and for buying that dress. You really are the prettiest.”

“I couldn’t be that pretty if I didn’t have you to tell me all about cloths, you know.”

“Love, you could wear sheets and you’d still be the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.”

You slightly bent over, bringing his hand close to your lips, kissing his knuckles as a thank you. There was a brief silence, Tech analysing every inch of your face, so focused on the curves of your lips and the shape of your eyes that he stopped talking.

And you heard it. The soft music playing in a corner of the room. When you looked behind Tech, you noticed a jukebox, and a few people dancing. You got up, pulling on Tech’s arm to drag him with you to that part of the room. He tried to protest, but the way you moved in that dress, how it fell oh so delicately on your knees… He couldn’t resist.

He grabbed your waist, offering you a soft kiss on the cheek as you started swinging in rhythm, left, right, left, right, and a turn. In a second, you were barely touching his hand, and then you were pulled against him, spinning round until you crushed in his arms.

He chuckled, bewitched by your smile, your movements, and you could tell he only had eyes for you. Truth be told, he was all you could focus on too. Nothing could take your attention off your guy, because nothing could equal his lovely smile or the soft kisses he landed on your lips every time he pulled you against him before letting you spin away in rhythm.

“Cyar’ika, tell me all about dance.” You asked, panting a bit.

“Well, you have to be more precise, because there are a lot of dances out there,” he laughed, and you felt your heart melting at the warmth of his voice.

“Then tell me about all of them. Tell me about this one,” and you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing slowly to calm your racing heart.

“This one would be a form of slow dancing, quite far from the twists and swings you did earlier,” he confessed in your ear, making you shiver. “but initially it was a- well, it depends of the planet actually, but it was originally a ritual to make official a relationship between different people.”

“So if you danced with someone, it meant you had a certain relationship with them?”

He firmly grabbed your waist, lifting you for a few seconds as he turned round.

“Exactly, it meant you shared a profound bond with them, that you were able to get comfortable with them being very close to you…”, he let you spin away from him, “or very far.”

You proudly smiled at him, letting go of his hand and taking a step back. He understood what you intended to do and grounded himself, catching you up without any problem as you run into his arms.

“Well,” you muttered in the crook of his neck, “I don’t want to be far from you, smart boy.”

“And I don’t want you away from me, pretty girl.”

You lifted your head to look at his eyes, filled with love and appreciation. The music stopped as you filled the gap between the two of you, kissing him with the same energy you had dancing. You could feel him smiling against your lips, carrying you like you weighted nothing until you let go, sliding back onto your feet.

You kissed him once again, a gentler contact, taking your time to memorize the shape of his mouth, the soft touch of his hands on your hips, the smooth tone he used to tell you how fitting this dress was.

Yeah, nothing could compare to your guy, your Tech.

Wrecker: You Aksed Me To Be Yours – The Tymes (972 words)

You knew the mission was rough when Wrecker struggled to give you a full smile as you entered the cockpit. He was sitting there, all alone, and your heart got tight when you heard his low “hi, mesh’la”.

“You want to talk about it?”

He refused with a shake of his head, visibly upset.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”

“No, I want you to stay. I- I need company.”

You quietly nodded, offering your hand to him, which he held close to his heart. You kissed the top of his head, softly rubbing his check with your free hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself rest on the embrace, taking a long, deep breath.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, “t’was a long day without you.”

“I’m here now.”

The remark made him smile a bit, as he realised that you were indeed here with him. He pulled you closer to him to hug you, straightening in his seat so you wouldn’t have to bend too much to snuggle in his arms.

“You smell good. You always smell good, it’s amazing.”

You slightly blushed, letting out an amused sigh. Even when things went wrong, he always found something positive to comment on. People usually looked at him as the “big dummy”, but you knew how sensitive and emotionally invested he really was, under all the muscles and loud exclamations.

“Do you think we could, like…get up for a bit?” he asked, hesitant.

“Sure, everything’s fine?” You let go of his grip and helped him get up. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Yeah, t’s’all fine,” he murmured, “I just wanted us to stand.”

You rubbed his back, slow movements tracing imaginary lines and shapes against his blacks. He let out a sigh, tired yet satisfied. You felt the upper part of his body move; slightly at first, rocking from one side to the other. When he felt you following his lead, and with the absence of any question or remarks, he marked a more regular pace in his balancing.

You started humming, lips barely touching the skin on his neck, your warm breath tickling him until a light shiver shook his back. You left kisses, here and there, still humming the song you heard on the radio earlier that day. It was a beautiful ballad, something sweet about love and closeness. You found parts of Wrecker in the lyrics, and knew you’d have to sing it to him.

It wasn’t the first time Wrecker did something like that. Usually he would do it before going to bed, or after a long time away from you. He would grip you tight, whispering soft words to your ear, telling you how much he missed you, how pretty you were, how lucky he felt to have you in his life. But this time, you wanted to make that first move.

“I see that love is there, so real and so true…”

You felt his fingers tighten, then relax. The rocking slowly turned into a dance, moving step by step, never following a precise direction. Your voice was a balm to him, healing the wounds no one could see, covering his heart with warmth and love.

He slightly let go of you, just enough to dive into your eyes, scrutinizing the details in your iris, the way light reflected on them, adding to the sparkle they usually carried. You could see how his attention shifted from your eyes to your lips, then your eyes again, and the delicacy in his silent ask. You gave him your most heartfelt smile, and he leaned toward you, kissing you in a tender, desperate way, as if something or someone would come in at any moment and rip you both away from each other.

You let his tongue meet yours, dancing the way your bodies were. His hands left your waist, raising to cup your face and pulls you even closer to him. You held his wrists, preventing him from pulling away, savouring the taste of love coming out of his mouth.

He only broke the kiss when he truly needed to breathe, deeply inhaling and exhaling. You couldn’t stop a chuckle, to which he grinned.

“I know, I know…”

“How do you expect to kiss me if you faint?”

“I don’t know!” he laughed, his nose wrinkling in such a lovely way. You could read through him like an open book, and now you just knew he was contemplating how beautiful, and soft, and delicate you were. “I don’t know, I just want you. I want to hold you, and kiss you, and dance with you all night.”

You pecked his scarred cheek, nodded in approval.

“Then let’s dance all night, and hold onto each other, and kiss you breathless.”

He relaxed the tension in his shoulders, visibly happier than when you arrived.

“Can you sing that song again? I really liked it.”

His eyes gleamed with happiness when you took back where you stopped. You couldn’t tell if you got all the lyrics right, but it didn’t matter to Wrecker. You were here, ready to spend the whole night on your feet just to make him feel better, and it was already working so well. But he never told you so, too content to hug you and kiss you and feel you.

And you, of course you knew. But you played along, because you loved him so dearly, so profoundly that you could spend every night in this cockpit, humming and swinging with him, as long as you could feel his breath on your neck, his hands stroking your hair and your back, his lips pressing against your skin, where he knew he could get a shiver from you.

“Thank you, cyar’ika.”

“Anything for you, ner Wrecker.”

Anything for you.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it; it's really not the angsty stuff I was supposed to work on (that I will do now) but I guess I just had a soft spot for the boys tonight and the songs I listened to didn't help getting over this idea!

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softxsuki · 3 years

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Might I request a Shouto x reader drabble/fic with the reader being a big bookworm who sometimes gets lost in whatever she/they are reading. Not much can pull her from the story, but upon talking to Shoto about it she reveals she sometimes imagines the romantic leads as the pair of them.

Todoroki with Reader Who Imagines Them as the Romantic Leads in Their Books

Pairing: Todoroki x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None :)

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 710

Summary: In which you find yourself captivated by the books that you read. One conversation with your boyfriend, Shoto, reveals that you imagine yourselves as the romantic leads of your novels.

[A/N: Hello anon! Thank you so much for this request, I actually had a fun time writing it! I hope you all enjoy! <3]

“Whatcha reading?” a voice makes you jolt, causing the book in your hands to fumble a bit.

You look up startled to see your boyfriend, Shouto hovering over your shoulder. You clutch your chest in shock, still trying to calm down from hearing his sudden voice.

“Jeez babe, you scared the life out of me. And I’m just reading this new romance novel I bought a few days ago,” you answer, marking your page and closing the book up before placing it on the bed beside you.

“Huh? How come? I was making a lot of noise when I came in. Even called your name a few times,” he scratches his head in thought, wondering how you weren’t able to hear him.

“Really? Guess I was too into my book to hear, sorry Shoto.”

“No, it’s okay. But I’m just curious as to why you get so pulled into a book whenever you’re reading. Do they have magic or something that doesn’t let you look away once you start? Or maybe the maker of the book has a quirk that draws your attention in...hmm” he questions again, genuinely curious as he rambles on about the endless possibilities.

He shuffles slightly on the bed by your side, getting more comfortable as he continues to ponder the thought over Insert conspiracy theory Todoroki. You give him a small smile, loving the way he got investing in things like this, as you shift to face him.

“Actually…” you trail off, wondering if you were really about to confess as to why your books always captured all your undivided attention, “It’s kind of embarrassing to say to be honest.”

He stops rambling to himself and looks at you with another confused expression.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, but I won’t force you to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do want to tell you!” you hurriedly say in case he feels like you don’t want to share this part of yourself with him, “I just don’t want to scare you off.”

“You won’t,” he smiles at you reassuringly, “Nothing about you or what you do could ever scare me off.”

He reaches over and ever so slightly ruffles your hair, sending you into a blushing frenzy. You turn away from him, and take a deep breath before explaining.

“Well, I kinda sorta imagine you and I as the romantic leads of the books that I read,” you mutter, feeling embarrassed now that it was out in the open.

Now he’s the one that moves closer to you as he gently turns you around to face him.

“What's wrong with that?” he blinks, “I think it’s...cute.”

“Shoto!” you half scream in embarrassment, throwing your face into your pillow.

“Though I’m curious,” he continues on, rolling over you so he can see your face again, “Is there something the characters do that I don’t? Is that why you imagine us as them?”

Your face pops back up, and you find yourself face to face with the half and half hair colored man, “Of course not! I love you and our relationship exactly the way it it,” you assure him, “I just happen to think about you a lot and love you so much that I kind of automatically can’t help but to insert us into my books.”

He nods, understandingly once again, thinking quietly over your words.

“Interesting. Oh, and I love you too,” he tells you with a soft kiss to the top of your head, “Can I see? I want to imagine us as the characters too.”

He was now invested in experiencing something that you enjoyed so he could learn more about you, himself. You’re taken aback by his words, not expecting him to want to do the same, but you agree anyway, flattered that your boyfriend wanted to try something you like to do.

You pass him the book and he squeezes himself behind you while having you lay between his legs with the book opened in front of you both.

“Let’s read each other’s parts out loud,” he instructs.

And that’s exactly what you do. You both spend the rest of the afternoon reading out loud, reenacting a few scenes together, something that would become the new norm between you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/26/2021

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sigmafied · 3 years

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Just A Friend To You - Chuuya Nakahara

- pairing: chuuya nakahara x fem!reader

- warnings: none

- notes: holy crap i have no idea how this fic ended up being so long o-o. could not stop thinking about this song with chuuya for the past few days and i had way too much fun with this, hehe. i hope you guys enjoy!

Chuuya couldn’t help but stand up from his desk and walk towards your office when he heard the faint sound of guitar strings being strummed. The acoustic melody filled the empty hallways as his footsteps clicked in time with the tempo of the tune. Everyone had gone home for the day except for you, insisting that you needed to finish writing a report for Mori. Confused on whether or not you had forgotten about his offer to take you home once you had completed your assignment, Chuuya wanted to check up on you to make sure you were okay. Did the song being played from your office also motivate him to visit you? Possibly.

Memories of his first meeting with you started to replay in his mind, your body donning that stunning red maxi dress as your delicate fingers played the smooth strings of your guitar and ultimately, his heart. He had noticed the small amount of spare change inside your guitar case and felt a slight feeling of anger swell up inside his body. You deserved so much more than this mediocre excuse of support. Chuuya decided to drop a $50 bill in the sleek black case, prompting you to stop playing and look up at the generous person who donated that sum of money. You couldn’t help but give a kind smile to the good-looking redhead right in front of you.

“Your guitar sounds lovely, miss.” The gentleman said which brought a slight blush to your natural rosy cheeks. You tried to cover it up but failed miserably, causing Chuuya to let out a small chuckle.

“You’re too kind, sir. I just wish it was good enough to support myself, haha.” Your expression dropped and was soon replaced with one of disappointment in yourself and your current situation. You had been playing outside of restaurants, shops, anywhere people could walk by you on the sidewalk and hear your songs in order to pay off the rent for your apartment. Most people only gave you a quick glance and went about carrying on their day and the people that did stop for a quick listen either didn’t donate or gave you at most a dollar. But this was different. Finally, someone had given away a sufficient amount of money that could contribute to your debt. Sure, it wasn’t nearly enough to pay off your apartment, but every little bit helped. Just as you thought the man was simply going to walk away after his flattering remark, he continued to speak.

“Well, I happen to frequent a bar that’s gotten pretty popular. I’m sure the people would love to hear you play, if you’d like to join me for a drink tonight.” Your ears perked up at the sound of that. Maybe you could make a little extra cash at the bar, even though you barely drank alcohol. Nonetheless, this was the perfect chance to turn things around for you. “That sounds lovely, thank you.” You set the guitar on your lap and kept one arm on top of it, extending your free arm out to the redhead. “I’m Y/N.”

“Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara.”

Once the sound of your guitar became more audible, Chuuya began to extend his arm towards the doorknob but froze in place when he heard a familiar voice. Your voice was accompanying the lovely chorus to whatever song you were singing. It was already a joy to listen to your voice on its own, but to hear it musically? He hoped that this wasn’t just a romantic fantasy. What really captivated him was the words that flowed from your mouth.

And I loved you from the start, so it breaks my heart

When you say I’m just a friend to you

‘Cause friends don’t do the things we do

Everybody knows you love me too

Does she know how I feel about her, Chuuya pondered. Over the course of their friendship, he had started to grow more attached to Y/N. Every time Tachihara pestered him about his not-so-little crush on you he always denied it, saying that there was no way he could possibly fall in love with you. But trying to silence his feelings would only make him fall even harder. Plus, the lyrics matched his affection for you so maybe you were singing about him. It allowed Chuuya to think for a moment that maybe, just maybe, the relationship between the two of you wasn’t just platonic.

However, a candle of doubt ignited in Chuuya’s mind. For the past few days, you had seemed so bright and bubbly around one of the new subordinates and it pissed him off. His damn cheeks became flushed and his eyes sparkled with every word that came from your lips. He could tell that the new guy wanted you just as much as...no, that guy could never love you as much as Chuuya did. He knew that he shouldn’t feel envious of this guy since most of your time was spent with him. Laughing until tears spilled from both of your eyes. Crying together and comforting each other through insecurities and uncertainty. Seeing your beautiful smile and flushed face made his heart flutter in his chest. Yeah, that subordinate had nothing on him.

“Chuuya? What are you doing here?”

His train of thought was immediately stopped by the sound of your voice through the open office door. You had decided to take a break from singing to get a glass of water only to find Chuuya staring blankly into your eyes. Suddenly, your mind started to panic. Did he hear me singing the entire time? No, he couldn't have been here for long. Could he? You hoped that he had only heard a small portion of your song or even better, none of it at all.

“Oh n-nothing, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you were done with those reports for the boss,” Chuuya barely got the words out, still shocked from the little scare you gave him when you opened the door.

“Actually, I finished those a long time ago,” you chuckled as you looked at your watch, not realizing just how long you had stayed cooped up in your office with your guitar. “Are you heading home, Chuuya?”

“Yeah, I just finished all the paperwork from today's mission. I was gonna ask if you wanted me to take you home, but seeing as you're preoccupied I'll just see you tomorrow Y/N…” What are you saying? Just ask her already, idiot. Don’t let this chance slip away… But Chuuya couldn’t stop himself from turning his back to you and walking away. Luckily, you did by grabbing onto his wrist just before he left the door frame. He cocked his head sideways to see the same blush across your face as when you had first met him.

“Stay for a little bit. I don’t mind.” You gently pulled his wrist towards you, indicating that you genuinely wanted him to come into your office and spend time with you. Without hesitation, Chuuya followed your lead as you led him into your office, closing the glossy oak door behind him.

You sat down on the maroon chesterfield sofa that you were sitting on earlier, your guitar still laying in the same spot you left it. Chuuya took a seat directly across from you on a coffee-colored Lawson chair, anticipating what would happen now that you were both staying past work hours. He took this opportunity to ask one of the many questions that were on his mind walking down to your office.

“So Y/N, what were you singing when I came down?”

For a split second, you had completely forgotten that Chuuya had heard your song from outside the door. “It’s just a little original I’ve been working on for a while.” You hadn’t thought much of your statement but little did you know, Chuuya’s heartbeat started beating a little faster at your words. You had mentioned before that you had wanted to write and release your own singles one day. Every time you had a new idea in mind, Chuuya was the first person you visited to have someone listen to you. But this was the first time that he had ever heard this new song, wondering why you hadn't shown this to him before. Once again, memories of the past resurfaced in his mind as he imagined you setting up your microphone and guitar for your first gig at Bar Lupin.

“Are you sure people are gonna like my performance, Chuuya? Some of them seemed a little...off when they saw me.”

“They’re gonna love you, Y/N. Besides, this place could use some music to liven the atmosphere,” he responded, trying his best to reassure you and calm your nerves. It was your first time playing in front of a crowd of more than five people and were only used to people listening to you for a few seconds. Now, people would hopefully be listening to your entire performance which made you anxious. As you made your way up to the stage, Chuuya made his way to one of the tables that were right across from where you would be sitting. You perched yourself on the wooden stool that sat at the center of the stage, taking shaky breaths in and out. But then you saw his eyes: Chuuya's eyes. The little grin he gave you with those gorgeous blue eyes helped to alleviate your anxiety. You took one last breath before you grabbed the microphone on its stand and started performing your first song.

Any conversation that was flying through the air of the bar grew hushed as all eyes turned to look at the lady sitting on the wooden stage. Everyone seemed to be hypnotized by your beginning act, giving you the confidence to raise your voice and sing louder. One song turned into three songs and in the end, you couldn’t keep up with how many songs you had sung before the night was over and everyone who had given you a round of applause had exited the bar. As you packed up your stuff, you saw the collection of shot glasses on Chuuya’s little table. It wasn’t enough to get him wasted, but you helped him over to your car so that you could get him back to his penthouse safely.

“See, I told you they would love you. Nothing to worry about, right?” You didn’t respond right away and your head was hanging pretty low, leaving Chuuya worried that you were stuck in your own head. “You okay, Y/N?” As you lifted your head up, his eyes opened wide in surprise at the state you were in. Your face was stained with tears, eyes red and puffy but… you were smiling? He knew he wouldn’t be able to understand exactly how you were feeling, but he still wanted to be there for you. His coat was starting to fall off his shoulders, so he decided to wrap it around your shoulders instead. You gladly accepted it and pulled it in towards your chest.

“Thank you so much, Chuuya,” you finally let out, choking up a little from the tears that stayed unshed. “For what?” “For giving me a chance to earn some extra money and perform for others. If you hadn’t suggested I head down to this bar, it would have taken me a lot longer to find the cash I needed.” You wiped away your tears and took in a deep breath as you threw your arms around Chuuya to give him a quick hug. He immediately tensed up, being unfamiliar to such displays of gratitude. Once he loosened his muscles, he reciprocated your affection and wrapped his arms around your body. The perfume you had on made its way to his nose and sent his brain reeling. Everything about you from your outfit to your optimistic personality mesmerized him, which somehow gave him the confidence to pull you in closer. “Anytime, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Do you think I could listen to your song, Y/N?”

Your eyes quickly widened at Chuuya’s request. Were you prepared to play it in front of the man that you’ve been infatuated with for months? But if you didn’t do it now, when would you? Would you even get close to building the confidence that you needed to play it for him if it wasn’t performed at this moment? No. This was your one chance to do this and do it right.

“Might as well play it for you now rather than later,” you replied with a smile, creeping towards your office chair.

Chuuya straightened up in his seat as you prepared your guitar. He would be honored to listen to your original lyrics, especially if he was the first person to hear them. There was no way he could turn your offer down. “I’d love to.”

You brought your right leg to sit on top of your left one and positioned the waist of your guitar where your top leg sat. Papers lined the stand that stood in front of you so it was easier for you to remember the words. You slowly brought your fingers to the worn-out strings and started playing the melody for your best friend. Maybe this time he’d pick up on your hints about wanting to take things further. But even if he didn’t, you wouldn’t mind too much as long as you got to spend time like this with Chuuya. That’s when the words started slipping out, lining up with the guitar.

Why you gotta hug me like that every time you see me?

Why you always making me laugh, swear you’re catching feelings

As you got closer to the familiar chorus that Chuuya heard earlier, he closed his eyes to embrace himself in your voice and fantasize about what you two would look like if you were officially together. You could visit the stray dogs in the alleyway that ran up to him whenever he passed them by on the street. Eating out at a nice restaurant would be a lavish night for the two of you, especially since you weren’t used to such luxuries. Maybe you two could even write a song together, you on the guitar and providing backing vocals while he sang lead vocals. This is all just a pipe-dream though, he thought. There’s no way this could all become a wonderful reality.

Tryna be careful with the words I use

I say it cause I’m dying to

I’m so much more than just

A friend to you

As the guitar slowed down with the finish of the chorus, Chuuya started to bring his hands up to give you a standing ovation. You truly deserve such praise, even if you couldn’t see it for yourself. He would continue to give you his faithful support but something inside him still wished that you felt half of what he felt for you. What he didn’t know was that you weren’t finished with your song because you had added an additional line to fit the person that the song was about. Hearing the next few verses completely stunned him-he had to pinch himself to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming this entire scene up.

Don’t even need to drink cause

Your presence makes me tipsy

Can’t forget your hair so fiery

And those eyes that show the whole sea

Cause I loved you from the start

So it breaks my heart

It was him. You were singing about him. Chuuya’s cheeks burned up with the overwhelming feeling of joy knowing that you returned his affection for you. The chorus began to run through the air again as you fully immersed in your words, closing your eyes and smiling through the end. You were so concentrated on laying your heart out to Chuuya that you didn’t even hear his footsteps getting closer to your seat, his face expressing a grin similar to that of a teenager who had fallen in love for the first time. Ironically, that wasn’t too far off from the warmth that Chuuya felt all throughout his body whenever he saw you.

And then it was over. Your delicate fingers finished the song with that last C chord, leaving the room sitting still in silence. You pushed the plush cushion of your seat with your hands to stand up, but your forehead was met with a light peck before you could straighten out your legs. You were met by the awestruck gaze of Chuuya as he pulled your hands towards him to keep you from falling back down. The two of you were lost in each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours until you heard:

“I can’t believe how hard I’ve fallen for you.”

If your face wasn’t already beet red from the fragile kiss to your face, it sure was now. The words that you had only dreamed to hear come out of his mouth had formed into reality. The man who saved you from your financial situation, the man who helped acquire a position within the Port Mafia for you, the man who you grew to love and care for as not only your best friend but as if he was already your partner, tenderly pouring his confession out to you as he conveyed his desire to make you his.

“Y/N, you’ve enchanted me in ways that I never thought was possible. Every day I can wake up smiling because it’s another day that I can see you. I can’t even imagine what my life would be like without you in it because that’s how complete you make me.” Chuuya couldn’t stop himself from rambling cheesy lines, but he didn’t care. He was speaking directly from his own heart and soul because now he knew that you did cherish him just as much as he cherished you.

The hands that were holding yours ever so gently made their way up to your face, cupping your cheeks as if he was holding the world which, in his eyes, he was. No more words needed to be spoken as your lips connected to his like the missing piece of an unfinished puzzle. Your fingers became intertwined with his orange locks as you pulled away for a quick breath of air before planting a quick, soft kiss on his cheek. “I knew I loved you after that night at the bar, Chuuya. It feels like I’ve wanted you my entire life. Now we can start a brand new song together. A song about us.”

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mrsbrekkers · 3 years

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Hello

I LOVED companionable silence, thank you very much!!

Can I request another one? Maybe a Jesper Fahey imagine? The reader is a part of the Dregs and Kaz trusts her and is like a brother but she has a rivalry with Jesper and he's jealous that Kaz trusts her but he finds the truth behind it. Maybe Kaz saved her from something.

Hope that made sense. Thank you <3

hello there friend! and of course! i had a LOT of fun writing for kaz :) and i adore writing for jesper, so this came to me pretty easily which is nice because for the past 3 days i had been on other requests that didn't give me inspo

this is really just the crows becoming annoyed at the bickering that reader and jesper do and locking them in a fridge to think out their bickering ways LMAO

reader is they/them as per usual in my jesper fics!

pairings! jesper x reader ( romantically implied ) / kaz x reader ( platonic ) / kaz x inej / nina x matthias all implied

warnings! none? swearing, all of the crows being done with reader and jesper being annoying, but also crows shipping reader and jesper haha

words! 3152

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Fighting for the affection of Kaz Brekker was something Jesper Fahey never thought would happen. Maybe it wasn’t affection, but rather admiration? Trust? Whatever it was, he found himself seeking it, and Y/N was getting in his damned way. They’d joined the Dregs and instantly it felt like he’d been replaced. The rivalry started there, and slowly, over time, it became something the Crows dreaded. Especially when Kaz would purposefully pair the two together.

Which, in Jesper’s humble opinion? Was incredibly stupid.

“Who’s this?” Jesper asked Kaz, who had walked into a relatively slow day at the Crow Club, someone in tow behind him. It wasn’t unlike Kaz to bring in new Dreg members every once in a while. Actually, it was almost every week at this point. He had his ways.

“The newest Crow,” Kaz said, glancing back at the shadow behind him, nodding slightly. Watching the newest crow step forward, their eyes landed on Jesper first.

“Y/N,” was all they said, eyes scanning all of the crows. It was clear the Crows were a bit confused. What had enticed their boss to bring someone new in? Were they going to be working on a new job?

“What special ability do they have?” Nina asked. Knowing their boss, he didn’t bring in anybody that was like someone else they had. What would be the point?

“Super senses. Hearing, sight, smell, all of it, is heightened,” Y/N responded, stepping in front of Kaz, finally getting a full view of the other five Crows surrounding the room. It was clear to them that they were a bit confused, as anyone would be.

“You’re Grisha then?” Jesper asked, to which Y/N tilted their head in thought. Technically, yes, but a Grisha without a color, and one who’d never been seen or heard about before.

“Yes, but my Grisha kind doesn’t have a name, nor does it have any history.”

From there, Jesper wasn’t sure what initiated the rivalry. He could easily say that it was the fact that he missed being Kaz’s right hand. But he also didn’t enjoy Y/N’s constant critiquing of how he would do on jobs. Then again, he did the same. It was a constant back and forth between the two. The two could barely do anything together. They found themselves bickering over the smallest incidents. One was late to their post? Bickering. One had won a hand of cards? Bickering. One had drunk the orange juice meant for one of them? Bickering, bickering, bickering. The team was sick of it. They heard it every day, and it was pushing them all to the edge.

“What even started this?” Inej asked, causing the Crows to all look at her, all except Jesper and Y/N, who were staring at one another, narrow eyed. The other Crows murmured in agreement, watching the two seemingly have a staring contest.

Kaz then entered the room, seeing the usual staring contest that happened daily. “They’re fighting again?” He inquired, his eyes rolling at how childish the two acted. The rest of the crows nodded, looking over at their boss, who ran a gloved hand down his face. He didn’t believe in team building exercises, that's what heists were for. But the Crows were at their breaking point, including himself.

Bringing Y/N onto the team hadn’t been much of a conscious decision at first, but after saving them from almost dying, as he had most of the Crows, he felt they’d be useful. Not just that, but he’d known Y/N for almost as long as he had Inej. They were a close friend, and he felt that after some time, years to be exact, that they should meet the Crows. He talked about them with Y/N all the time. Hell, they often were helping behind the scenes when it came to heists. They’d unknowingly saved the Crows dozens of times. Mainly because of their heightened hearing, and what Pekka Rollins believed was his agent, was actually Kaz’s agent.

Kaz didn’t expect this to happen. For a rivalry to bloom from meeting Y/N. Sure, he expected some amount of teasing, they were the Crows after all. Being a part of the group meant being teased for something, but a full out war between two people? Over him? He rarely found any amount of quiet anymore. He was at his breaking point.

Which led to the current situation at hand. Inej had proposed the idea; lock Y/N and Jesper into a room of sorts and make them situate their differences. It sounded childish at first, but after the recent fight the two had? He didn’t think it was any more childish than the two fighting was.

“Is this seriously what you’re mad about? Me drinking your orange juice Jesper?!” Y/N yelled across the Crow Club, directing most of the players' attention onto them. They casted a glare across the Club, only deterring a few onlookers from their staring problem.

“It was MINE! It had MY name on it Y/N! Not yours! Jesper Fahey was written across the front of it! You did this on purpose!” Jesper yelled back, crossing his arms as he stormed across the Club, ready to confront Y/N head on.

“I didn’t see the name, and even if I had, why would you leave it in the Club fridge?! It’s not Jesper Fahey’s fridge. Frankly, it’s the Club’s fridge, making it a free game!” Y/N stormed forward as well, eyes directly looking into Jesper’s, but before they could come face to face, the Crow head of Kaz’s cane came between them.

“Seriously? Is this what Inej has to come and tell me you’re arguing about?” Kaz asked, eyebrows raised expectantly. The Dregs were losing customers because of the two now, and frankly, Kaz wasn’t going to have that. Especially since, when he lost, Pekka Rollins benefitted.

“It’s because they drank my orange juice, Kaz. If anyone did the same to you, you’d be pretty upset! Not only that, they did it on purpose! They’re trying to get a rise out of me.” Jesper now looked at his boss, expecting the man to take his side, but Kaz simply rolled his eyes, huffing.

“And you certainly let them, didn’t you?” Kaz challenged, looking directly at Jesper with a tilted head.

Now Y/N and Jesper were stuck in the Crow Club freezer, which had been warmed just slightly, and blankets were left in the back just in case it became too cold.

“You two are going to figure out your shit, and then we’ll let you out. You can’t lie your way out either, Nina here is going to make sure of it,” Kaz spoke, the door locked and a smirk lie on his lips. He wouldn’t let the two freeze, but they’d be back in that freezer every day until they figured out why they were arguing, that was a promise he’d keep.

“What the hell Kaz?!” Jesper and Y/N said in unison, glaring the man down. But he was already limping away, planning on enjoying the silence he’d have in his office for once. No worries about hearing Y/N and Jesper down in the Crow Club arguing over orange juice.

Y/N turned to the back of the freezer, they’re anger rising as they huffed and shook their head. “This?!” They gestured around them, grabbing the blankets in the back, planning on hoaging them. “Is your fault,” they slid down the freezer wall, now wrapped in the two blankets.

“Give me one of those you blanket hog,” Jesper snatched one of the blankets, watching Y/N shiver for a moment before they went back to glaring at Jesper. Sliding down the opposite wall, the two glared at one another. Jesper couldn’t remember the moment he’d felt threatened by Y/N. He hadn’t known about them until Kaz had introduced them to the Crows. So maybe it irked him that the man he worked for had so many secrets, which wasn’t something Jesper didn’t know about before.

Kaz had too many secrets for Jesper to count. He could compile a list twenty miles long if he truly tried. The matter for Jesper was that one of those secrets was someone that could’ve been helping them from the get go. Someone that had been helping under the veil of secrecy. Someone Kaz would go to that wasn’t Inej and none of Crows were in the know of it. It involved someone Jesper didn’t know. Someone he didn’t trust, and now he was blaming Y/N for it.

Not just that, but Jesper wasn’t used to not being the right hand man. Because despite what Kaz would say out loud, he did trust Jesper, more than a lot of people. It seemed that trust was shared with someone Jesper didn’t know, which also irked him. He could trust Inej: he did trust Inej. He however, didn’t trust Y/N. Or . . . he did, in life or death scenarios. Because despite their rivalry, they’d saved him from dying several times, and vice versa.

“Jesper, behind you!” Y/N yelled, seeing a man lifting his gun behind Jesper, but Jesper was quicker. Pulling his gun out, he turned, shooting the man in the hand, making him drop the gun, and then a second bullet through the man's head. He glanced back, seeing Y/N walk up behind him, looking down at the man who’d almost ended their lives, and the heist they were on.

“Thanks, I owe you one,” Jesper managed to get out, his heart racing. Maybe it was because of the job. The adrenaline he got from it. Or maybe, it was because of Y/N saving him. “I knew you cared,” he decided to tease, smirking just slightly.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, sharpshooter. Simply didn’t want Kaz killing me for letting someone kill you,” Y/N covered, glancing up at Jesper and scoffing as they saw the smirk. Elbowing him in his ribs, they walked off, ready to gather the information they needed.

Y/N narrowed their eyes as they looked at Jesper, their mind racing. What started the rivalry for them? They blamed Jesper for starting it. They’d come in open minded, he had closed minded. Now it’d evolved into daily bickering. But even Y/N could admit that Jesper was a necessary part of this team. He’d saved them several times, and not just during missions, but outside of such as well.

A kick landed to their face, and then to their abdomen, knocking them down. Y/N was a good enough fighter, but they couldn’t hold their own against two men bigger than them. Plus, they were outnumbered without their usual weapon. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“Y/N, I swear if you-” but Jesper turned the corner, seeing them down on the ground, going eye-wide when his eyes met the two men above them. His hands found his guns, lifting them out of their holsters. The two men heard the small sounds of the guns, turning to see they were both at gunpoint.

“I doubt you want a bullet in your neck,” was all Jesper said before watching them scurry off. He quickly holstered his guns, rushing over to Y/N and picking them up. They were out cold, having passed out some time between the kick to their face and abdomen. When they did start waking, it was in the slat, laying on a bed that wasn’t theirs, Jesper above them.

“What happened?” They asked, Jesper huffing as he brushed a few strands of hair out of their face, trying to get to a bruise on their cheek.

“You were jumped,” Jesper said quietly, placing the warm rag against their cheek. Y/N hummed in acknowledgment to the rag, taking it into their hands to hold, but Jesper batted their hand away.

“Go figures,” Y/N murmured, closing their eyes once more. They leaned into the rag, craving the warmth. They felt the slightest touch of Jesper’s fingers graze their cheek, a small smile gracing their lips.

“You do care.” Jesper did care, but he simply hummed in acknowledgment just as Y/N had below him moments before.

“Get some rest.”

“But your bed-”

“I don’t plan on using it tonight, business to attend to,” Jesper cut Y/N off.

“You sound like Kaz,” Y/N laughed just slightly, but winced in pain at the pain in their ribs. The men had broken one or two of them for sure.

“Never say that about me again,” Jesper chuckled, watching as Y/N dozed off, clearly exhausted and in pain. It was better for them not to know what Jesper had planned. He wasn’t going to let the men get away with this, but for once, he didn’t think a quick death was worthy. They’d hurt Y/N. But it wasn’t like he cared that much? Did he?

“Why do you hate me?” Y/N asked, their eyes on Jesper in the freezer across from them.

“Why do you hate me?” Jesper asked back, his eyes narrowing on the bundled Grisha. Heightened senses likely made them a little colder than he was currently. Maybe they hadn’t taken the second blanket to spite him. Or they had, but with their own health taken into account.

“I asked first,” Y/N responded, pulling the blanket around them tighter.

“Well there's drinking and eating my food. Being rude during jobs. Flirting with every person in sight-”

“You do that too, Jesper, that isn’t just a me thing,” Y/N pointed out, raising an eyebrow. Was that really a reason he hated them? No, that was a stupid reason to hate someone.

“See, I do it with flair, you do not.” Jesper wasn’t sure why he hated them. His reasons were stupid. They were cover ups, and he knew it. He knew he didn’t hate Y/N. How could anyone hate them? Despite everything, they’d been kind at the beginning.

“That’s stupid, Jesper! Come on now!”

“It isn’t stupid!”

“Yes it is! I don’t hate you because of it!”

“I don’t hate you!” Jesper blurted out, and Y/N simply tilted their head in question, now rendered silent. That was a new one. Y/N L/N silent. Jesper almost commented on it, but he knew now was not the time. He’d tease them about it later when he wasn’t under fire for hating someone he didn’t hate.

“I simply am . . . jealous maybe? Is that the right word for this? Envious?” Jesper was now running a hand down his face, placing his head in the same hand moments later.

“Jealous? What is there to be jealous of?” Y/N asked, laughing a bit. Their life had been horrible. Everyone’s life in the Barrel was pretty shitty to say the least. To get here it also had to be pretty shitty, or you got pulled into it like Jesper had. Still, jealous?

“Your damned relationship with Kaz. I don’t understand it. You waltzed in and were his best friend from the start. Which told me you knew him before I did. Maybe that frightened me because I was now replaceable by this amazing person. Because you have to be pretty fucking amazing to be Kaz Brekker’s best friend,” Jesper ranted, watching Y/N’s lips pull up into a smile.

“He saved me, Jesper. I met him months after Inej, and just months before you met him. I was down pretty bad in the Barrel, and I was using my heightened senses to steal from different clubs. I had to travel around to make sure I wasn’t caught, but Kaz wasn’t stupid. Every time I’d come in he knew, and one day, he stopped me.”

“You’re stealing,” The Bastard of the Barrel spoke, Y/N opposite of his desk, sitting.

“I am not.”

“You’re cheating. You’ve been here every Friday night, because you know it’s when the tables are easiest to play. You’re Grisha, I observed that when I first saw you. I’d assume Heartrender based on your play. You use it to know when people are lying, and you switch tables every ten minutes to the highest bidding table, and you win Every. Time. You also swipe money when nobody's looking, I know that trick like the back of my hand,” Kaz spoke, leaning over the desk, watching the Grisha go eye wide.

But Kaz stalled for a few moments. For a moment, he saw himself in their eyes, and that’s all it took for the Bastard of the Barrel to stop leaning forward and sit back in his chair. Pointing for his men to leave the room, he glanced over Y/N.

“I’m not doing it because I enjoy it,” Y/N spoke, sucking in a frightened breath. They felt squeamish in their seat, as if they were going to be killed at any moment, but then the men left, and they felt just slightly better.

“I know,” and that was Kaz had let on about it, but Y/N saw the look in his eyes, and they knew it all too well. He’d been at a point like this before as well, except the getting caught part. That was something Kaz never dealt with was being caught. Maybe in those moments sitting across from Y/N, he’d wished he had been, but nobody would’ve been merciful. Not like he was. He would’ve been killed, and he’d already been taught that strangers in Ketterdam weren’t kind. But that day he showed just some kindness.

“He saved you like the rest of us,” Jesper inquired, sighing. How had he been so blind? His jealousy had made him an asshole. A jealous asshole who couldn’t think about anything other than said jealousy. “I’m sorry,” he added, glancing up at Y/N now, seeing them shake their head.

“I’m sorry too. I’ve been an ass as well. We both have,” Y/N said, shivering a bit more. Jesper moved, going to sit next to Y/N and give them the blanket he had.

“You had every right to be an ass, Y/N. I was being an ass to you about everything, you were simply repaying the favor,” Jesper said with a small laugh. He pulled Y/N into his shoulder.

“So, you don’t hate me either?” Jesper asked then, looking down at Y/N.

“Not one bit,” Y/N let out a laugh.

Nina then busted through the door, clapping. “Finally! No more bickering!” She exclaimed, bending down in front of Y/N and Jesper, glancing between the two of them.

Jesper simply nodded, looking down at Y/N and lifting them up, carrying them out of the freezer. The rest of the Crows watched, confusion locked on their features. What had changed in such a short amount of time? What had Y/N told Jesper to make him stop hating them?

“What the hell?” Inej whispered, crossing her arms.

“Ten Kruge they get together by the end of the week,” Wylan spoke, hand out for an agreement with Inej, who looked over at Wylan, smirking.

“Twenty it takes them less than three days,” Inej raised a brow.

“You’re on,” Wylan said, his hand shaking Inej’s.

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lilxberry · 3 years

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‘Evil’ Step-mom - Kevin/Tom Keller (Platonic/Romantic)

Requested by: @thanossexual

Hi! So if you decide to write for Riverdale parents could I perhaps request Tom Keller x Reader, Platonic! Kevin Keller x Reader , where Y/n is in her thirties and is engaged to Tom and Kevin's friends come over to cheer him up when they find out cause they think that he's mad or sad but he's actually getting along with the reader and gossiping with her about boys and teenage drama and their reaction is just priceless when Kevin tells them that he's basically on best friend terms with Y/n. 😎

Ofc feel free to ignore this request if you don't like it!

I LOVED this request so of course I wasn’t gone ignore. With this, I mainly focused on giving a little detail between Kevin and readers’ relationship and how the girls had assumed that Kevin would be upset with Tom and readers’ engagement.

I do plan on making a part two, where I would focus more on Tom and reader, maybe a slightly prequel about the night they had gotten engaged or the aftermath of their engagement. Maybe a lil’ conflict between whatever Josie’ mom name is and the reader. (I lowkey don’t care. She is just as irrelevant to me as she is hot lmao). Maybe because she’s jealous or something, I dunno, I’m brainstorming rn.

Anyways, I’ve waffled on long enough so I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None really, just humour tbh. I’m shocked too.

Words: 777

Pairings: Kevin Keller x reader (Platonic) (Female Reader). Mentions Tom Keller x reader (Romantic)

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Kevin’ morning had been a…confusing one at that. At soon as he walked through those doors to enter the school, the girls had flanked him and offered him their ‘condolences’, even Cheryl. His raised eyebrow and utter confused expression were definitely comical and just so him.

They had refused to bring whatever was supposedly upset him up or give some form of explanation to the young man, leaving him with little to no answers and a sore neck from all the shaking he has done through the day.

This continued until, finally, the bell to signify the end of last period sounded, giving the student body the freedom, they had craved all day.

Kevin had no desire to rush, wanting to take his time to put whatever textbooks into his locker and collect whatever he may need until tomorrow. But the girls had other plans. As soon as Kevin had passed the door exiting the class, he was flanked. Veronica on his right, Betty to his left.

“C’mon Kev, we’ve got some shakes to sip at Pop’s,” stated Veronica, clearly showing that he had no say in whatever they had planned. “Cheryl and Toni are going to meet us there.”

Kevin sighed deeply through his nose as he rolled his eyes before offering both of his arms to the girls which they quickly linked with their own. “Fine, but I need to get something from my locker.”

“Come on then, we don’t have all day,” Betty remarked playfully, eliciting a collective chuckle from the trio as they began to walk down the hallway and towards Kevin’ locker.

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Being sat with the girls at Pop’s really hadn’t given Kevin any clarity on why they were acting so weird. Weirder that what would be considered standard rate in Riverdale, at least.

“As much as I’ve loved the attention from my girls, truly, can someone please tell me why you’re all acting strange?”

Toni, Veronica and Betty had all simultaneously decided to take another sip from their milkshakes as they adverted their gaze. Cheryl had looked towards each of her female companions before sighing exaggeratedly and turning her attention towards Kevin who sat opposite to her.

“I don’t understand why you would want to bring it up and not just accept how great friends we are being right now. I mean, the amount of support we’re showing you at this terrible time is impeccable,” the red head spoke, slightly trailing from the point.

Kevin gave her a blank stare, waiting for her to finally spill what was going on. She sighed once more before speaking again. “We are simply trying to help you through the terrible news of your father proposing to Y/N.”

Kevin’ eyebrows furrowed; face scrunched up into confusion. Why was that terrible news? He greatly liked Y/N, he loved that she was now finally going to join the family officially. He was even the one to push his father to propose. Hell, he was even there when he had done so.

Shaking his head, he stuttered slightly as he spoke. “I-I don’t understand. Why is that bad?”

All heads at the table had snapped to look at him, all held a look of utter shock, as if he what he had said were incredulous.

“I thought it was gonna be an evil step-mother situation, honestly. We all did.” Toni was the first to break the silence, voicing what everyone had clearly thought was his feelings about you.

Kevin shook his head, a smile now forming on his lips. “No, I love Y/N. She’s awesome and she makes my dad happy, which makes me happy. Plus, we gossip all the time. Half of the drama I’ve know has been because she constantly texts me.”

Veronica smiled at Kevin as she rested her hand upon his arm in a friendly manner. “I’m sorry we got it so wrong. I’m glad, we’re glad, that you love her so much.”

“Yeah. We should have asked. We’re all sorry.” Betty gave him as side hug which he had happily returned.

“It’s fine. But yeah. Maybe ask next time.” They all shared a small laugh, resuming the chit chatting from before, taking sips from their shakes once more.

Quickly finishing off his drink, he looked towards the girls before speaking up. “I should get going, me and Y/N kinda have a movie night planned.”

“And you didn’t invite moi?!” Veronica feigned insult with an overdramatised gasp and hand over her chest. “Have fun, Kev.”

After more farewells from the rest of the girls, Kevin hastily left the diner, on his way to spend time with his favourite gossip guru and soon-to-be step-mom.

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Honestly, can we appreciate how quickly I have gotten these last two fics out because holy shit lmao

I really did have fun writing this and hope I can create a good part 2 where I focus on the relationship between Tom and reader

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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volexis · 3 years

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my favorite ghost; sakusa x gn!reader

summary: sakusa loved you, and he was sure you loved him too. over time he’s come to know love is fickle, always ready to dissipate at the drop of a hat or the proposition of one all-important question.

warnings: fluff to angst, implied break-up, mentions of past relationships, proposals

wc: 1.6k

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a/n: here's some angst since it's my birthday today! i've had this drafted for months now, i tried something new here so it took me a while to actually gather the courage to post it but yeah this was the fic idea from a poll i made like a billion years ago!

Sakusa didn’t expect to enjoy his mornings with you, nor did he expect them to become his favorite part of the day. No matter how the night started, by the time sunlight streamed through the windows, he’d always find you encased in his arms. On the days he woke up before you, which tended to be a more common occurrence, he’d take the time to really look at you. He’d take in the unusual sort of gentleness that consumed your generally placid features. Sometimes, he’d catch a thinly veiled smile on your lips and wonder what you were dreaming about to have given you that grin. Most of the time, he’d leave the bed before you could open your eyes. Before he could cave in and take the chance to ghost his lips over yours. Today wasn’t one of those days. You stared back at Sakusa as he all but jumped away from you in his fright, half-embarrassed to have been caught looking at you so unabashedly.

Before you could open your mouth and ask the undoubtedly teasing question that rested on your lips, Sakusa asked a question of his own.

“Are you busy this Friday?”

You blinked owlishly at your boyfriend and quirked an eyebrow. “Well, good morning to you too,” you whispered into the air between the two of you, voice slightly hoarse and threaded with remnants of sleep.

“Good morning, my love,” he relented after making a point to exaggeratedly roll his eyes, but not before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “You still haven’t answered my question, though.”

At his words, your eyes lost the playful glint they carried. Whatever caused the shift strung a weight in his chest and made his stomach plummet.

“I don’t think I am. What’re you planning?”

You paired your words with a desperately bright grin. Sakusa said nothing and sent you a cheeky smile of his own, hoping it was enough to mask the sudden sting of fear in his heart. He rolled out of your shared bed, chuckling lightly as your indignant protests followed him out of the room. He never revealed his plans, no matter how much you tried to trick him in the days that followed. He always chose to send you a ridiculously charming grin in response and promising that you’d know soon.

Sakusa was unbearably obvious, in his eyes at least. He’d never say it outright; the words weighed far too heavy in his mouth to ever escape. The way his eyes trailed your figure with a sickeningly saccharine fondness spoke volumes in his stead. Fortunately for him, you were oblivious to the way your boyfriend radiated absolute adoration in your presence. Though not everyone else was.

“So, Omi-kun, when’s the wedding? Seeing you all so lovey-dovey is making me sick." Atsumu mimed a nauseous expression, grinning at his teammate’s callous, unimpressed glare.

“First of all, my romantic engagements are none of your business, and second," he paused to riffle through his gym bag, lifting his prize for the blond to see. “You wouldn’t have been invited to the wedding, anyways.”

Atsumu’s eyes widened as he blinked slowly, momentarily stunned. A smug grin split his face as he wolf-whistled.

“Congrats, Omi Omi, I didn’t think you had it in ya.” He clapped his back, much to the annoyance of the former, before leaving the changing room.

The blond’s words left a sour, indignant taste in Sakusa’s mouth. He was not the type to lack courage given his silent yet almost teasing demeanor, but the tiny box in his pocket haunted him. It sent anxiety spiking through his nerves every time you reached too close, breached his most climacteric secret. Yes, Sakusa had plenty of bravery and will, but he lacked one thing. Patience.

“Where are you taking me?” You lightly tug at the cloth that covered your eyes, laughing as he immediately swats your hands from the blindfold in response.

“You’ll see when we get there,” came an obnoxiously indifferent reply from somewhere up ahead. You could feel the smirk on Sakusa's lips without having to look. His dodgy words did nothing to quell the swirling butterflies swarming your stomach. Nor how they fluttered in time with every exhilarated beat of your heart. His hands felt far too warm in yours as he guided you through an undisclosed area. You vaguely hear what could’ve been a car in the distance, the familiar noise prompting more questions than answers.

“We’re here,” he whispered into your ear, lips dangerously close. Your skin prickled deliciously with embarrassment, but you chose to ignore the feeling to take off the dark fabric tied over your eyes.

Before you lay a quaint picnic blanket nestled between broad trees. Thin lights were strung on its branches, illuminating the modestly charming set-up beneath them. Assorted snacks were carefully placed on the blanket with enough space to comfortably sit and eat.

“You mentioned a while ago that you’ve always wanted to go on a picnic. So, I thought now’s a good time as any.”

His words were quiet and surprisingly bashful. You couldn’t help but smile as you pull him down to sit with you, quickly reaching for whichever treat caught your eye.

Sakusa sat before you, methodically fiddling with the worn lining of his jacket. The ring burns a hole in his pocket, weighing down on his heart and sending anxiety creeping up his throat. He couldn’t do anything but smile as you rambled, seemingly unbothered by his lack of participation.

Was now a good time? Would there ever be a good time? He worked his hand into his pocket and fiddled with the ring. Flipping its box open and shut with every thought that streamlined through his mind. The box tumbled out of his jacket before he could make a choice, landing on a platter between the two of you. Your words quieted at the sight of it as you stared at it, then at him.

“This… this isn’t exactly how I planned it, how I planned to propose to you,” Sakusa spoke up before you could. He picked up the box from where it lay and gathered himself into a semblance of a kneel, the best he could do while on the filmy, slippery blanket.

“I wanted to take you to that restaurant you like first, buy you flowers, walk through the streets as the sky darkens. Take you to your favorite park, the one where we met, and then I’d propose. I wanted nothing less than perfection because you mean the world to me. Before I met you, I never really understood what it meant to love so fiercely you’d give the world, paint the sky, wring the stars, just to see them smile. Now, I know what it’s like to love someone with everything that I am. You’re everything I could ever want, everything I’ve longed for, and infinitely more. I love you more than words could ever possibly dream of encompassing. Anything I say would pale in comparison. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me if you let me.”

His voice faltered, the tear-stained smile stretched on his lips mirroring your own. When did he start crying? When had you started crying? It didn’t matter, not really. You were and will always be the most beautiful person Sakusa has ever known, regardless of how you look.

“So please, tell me you’ll say yes.”

You couldn’t trust your voice, not with the way tears freely coursed down your cheeks and into your mouth every time you tried to speak. You nodded, laughing softly at the relieved grin on his face once you slipped the ring onto your finger. Sakusa’s eyes softened as he reached to cup your cheeks and pull you in to press a kiss to your nose, cheekbone, wherever he landed first. He chuckled into your lips as you fisted his shirt and pulled him even closer. His eyes fluttered shut at the taste of sparkly citrus and the feeling of your tongue swiping against his.

Honeyed lips on his melted into the ardent warmth of sunlight, breathing kisses on his skin. Sakusa never expected he would have to get used to mornings without you, longing for your touch. Coming to terms with the gut-wrenching reminder that it was nothing but a dream. It was the gleaming proposal he longed for. The one he wished he could’ve given you instead of hushed, awkward confession whispered into the night while he held a ring between shaking fingers. It’s no wonder you said no. The look in your eyes was sickeningly sorrowful, almost apologetic. It reminded him he would never be enough for you.

Your face now seemed turbid at best, glossed over and all but forgotten in the balmy morning haze. Sakusa wished he could forget you, what you were, what the two of you had together. The ring still sits heavy on his nightstand. Next to his clock, next to where a framed picture of your wedding should have been.

Sakusa could never hate you for it. If his love were enough, you’d still be here with him. The fact was glaringly obvious, at least in his eyes. Your presence never fades, not with the weaning sunlight or the occasional breeze that rushes along. It’s phantasmic in the way it lingers sweetly yet heaves a bitter taste onto his tongue all the same. Your memory, everything about you, would always be his favorite ghost.

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 3 years

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My Universe

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Request (from @kreampop1257): Hi! Could I request a fic where Bakugou and his fem!s/o go camping? it's ok if not!!

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Warnings: None o.O? Ig y’all get a lil kissy kissy but it’s nothing crazy. Also you eat food

Author’s Note:

Sorry again for the long wait! Have some incredibly soft Bakugou (like literally almost ooc söft). Also this one ended up being gender-neutral (no pronouns) so yeah :D

Enjoy!

-Sugar

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“Where’d you say this thing was?” Your question was directed at the back of Bakugou’s head, his spiky blond hair seemingly flatter from how much he’d been sweating the past few hours.

“It’s not much farther,” he grunted.

You knew how annoying he found complaining to be, so you’d kept quiet on that front for most of your little adventure. But your bags only seemed to be getting heavier, and the sun already hung low in the sky.

Your boyfriend had suggested that he take you camping with him as a sort of romantic getaway. Granted, that wasn’t how he’d put it, but you were inclined to think so. It wasn’t every day you got to spend so much time alone with him. But now you were hot, tired, a little sweaty, and Bakugou had hardly said a word to you on your entire hike up the mountain. Figures.

Following him for a few more minutes, he led you to a small clearing between a circle of trees and unceremoniously dropped his bag. “Here,” he announced, already crouching down to pull out the tent.

You set your own backpack on the ground, taking a look around you. The trees stretched up and up above your head, a thin canopy of leaves just allowing you to see small patches of the darkening blue sky. “This is nice,” you said, twirling to see how large the site was. There was just enough space for your tent and a small fire.

“Don’t just stand there gawking,” Bakugou said. “Help me.”

You walked over to where he’d laid out the canvas of the tent, holding it up so he could put the rods in the support system and keeping it steady as he hammered in the stakes. By the time you were finished, the sky was already streaked with pink and orange hues.

“Clear that spot for the fire,” Bakugou instructed, pointing to a patch of dirt a few feet away from your tent. “I’ll go get some wood.”

And a few minutes later, you had a fire going. You leaned against your boyfriend as you both finally sat and rested on the ground, devouring sandwiches you’d packed earlier.

“Are you having fun?” Katsuki asked you, his eyes averted to his feet as he took another bite from his sandwich.

“Yeah, actually,” you answered, watching the fire dance in front of you. “I like being out here, and the hike up wasn’t too bad.” You laced your free hand with his, turning to face him. “And I like spending time with you. Even if you can be a little bossy.”

“I’m not bossy!” Bakugou said, finally looking at you with an indignant pout.

You giggled, lightly bumping your shoulder against his. “Are too.”

“I just—want things to be perfect for you,” he grumbled, looking away again. “It’s what you deserve.”

You let go of his hand to cup his face in your palm, turning his chin so your noses could brush together. “That��s sweet of you.” You kissed him gently, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he almost seemed to melt into your lips. You went back to your sandwiches a moment later after you’d pulled away, finishing them in silence.

“S’more time!” you announced, pulling the packet of marshmallows out of your bag. You passed it to Bakugou along with a skewer and began roasting them.

The blond hovered his over a glowing ember while you immediately shoved yours into the fire, watching the puffy treat burst into flame.

“You actual fiend,” Bakugou accused disapprovingly with a quirked brow as you raised the blackened flaming marshmallow high enough to blow out.

“The pot and the kettle,” you muttered, flicking off a piece of the scorched skin. “This is the quick way to do it. Besides, now it’s all nice and melty.”

“And burnt,” he quipped, turning his own so you could see the golden brown tone his had taken on.

You shrugged, pulling out a graham cracker and a square of chocolate. “Works for me.”

You tried your best to be neat while you took a bite out of your s’more, but the marshmallow had other plans. It refused to separate from itself, pulling apart in a single gooey string and sticking to your face.

Bakugou watched you out of the corner of his eye with a smirk as he finally pulled his perfectly toasted marshmallow out of the heat of the fire. He took a bite from it plain off the skewer, still amused with watching as you got specks of chocolate and marshmallow around your mouth.

“I’m struggling,” you admitted to him, still trying to figure out the best way to smush down your dessert so it would stay together.

He chuckled at your predicament, waiting until you finished. “You’ve got something on your face.”

“I’m aware.” You pulled a wet wipe out of your bag, grateful that you’d thought to bring one. Once you were finished wiping off your sticky fingers, you moved to swipe it over your face. But Katsuki stopped you before you could, taking your wrist in his hand and sliding closer to you.

Wordlessly, his lips met your face again, pecking away the sweet fragments of your s’more from your skin. You could feel his tongue swiping out, kitten licking at a crumb of chocolate in the corner of your mouth.

“Sweet,” he mumbled lowly in that gruff voice of his, almost making you shiver and causing your cheeks to heat even more than they already were. Finally he moved in even closer, kissing you fully on the lips once more for a long moment. You relaxed into him, fingers settling under his jawline to pull him in. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip as he pushed against you, exhales from his nose mingling with yours. Katsuki finally pulled away, his lips grazing over your cheekbone as he moved to whisper in your ear. “I want to show you something.”

You nodded and he stood, offering you his hand. You took it and straightened, allowing him to lead you off into the woods.

After a few minutes of walking, you noticed the trees begin to thin out. Soon, you were standing in some sort of meadow, wild grass growing up past your ankles.

“Look up there,” Katsuki whispered.

Your eyes flicked to the dark blue canvas of sky and widened as they took in the sight above you. Thousands of stars glittered in the distance, twinkling and bright in the clear atmosphere.

“I’ve never seen so many,” you whispered in awe, entranced by the bejeweled heavens.

“There’s no light pollution up here in the mountains,” Katsuki said, letting go of your hand so he could flop down on the ground. You followed, laying at his side and looking above the treeline, the grass tickling your cheek.

You laid there together in silence for some time; fingers newly entwined, eyes tracing clusters of stars, searching for familiar constellations. You stared up for so long, your eyes began to burn. You let them drift shut, allowing your other senses to take over.

You could hear the steady breaths of Katsuki beside you, accompanying the symphony of insects orchestrating music of their own design. The grass fluttered against every inch of your exposed skin, stirring ever so slightly on every draft of cool night air. You were quick to get lost in the earthly scents surrounding you, each one deeply penetrating your lungs and seeming to spin in your mind.

“Getting tired?”

Bakugou’s rough voice shook you out of your thoughts. You opened your eyes again, focusing on the heavenly view above. “This is so cool,” you mumbled, ignoring your boyfriend’s previous question. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

He tched. “Of course, dummy.” Bakugou squeezed your hand a final time before sitting up, stretching. “Come on, let’s head back before you fall asleep. It’s been a long day.”

Once you were at your campsite again, you pulled out the bedding and your pajamas. Bakugou doused the smoldering remains of your fire before helping you spread out the sleeping bags and blankets inside the tent, your actions lit only by a single lantern.

Settling in, Bakugou shut off the light, plunging everything around you into a thick darkness. You heard him turn over, and you realized with a hint of frustration that he was facing away from you. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t always interested in cuddling, and you respected that. He wanted his space from time to time, that was all. But did it have to be now? Tonight?

You internally grumbled to yourself, regretting not shoving your sleeping bag even closer to his. Your mind began to wander, but you quickly took notice that you weren’t as sleepy as you should be. Pouting to yourself at your horrendous luck, you turned over, frowning at the feeling of hard earth under your shoulder and hip. You’d literally spent the past several hours physically exerting yourself. The least your body could do for you was allow itself to get the sleep and rest it ached for. But your head was too noisy, the ground too hard, and it was slowly sinking in how cold the woods got at night.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Cringing at the loud shuffling sounds of your sleeping bag, you shimmied your way over to your boyfriend. To your dismay, you could tell by his breaths that he was already some level of asleep. Stealthily, you tried pressing your chest into his back. Already, warmth began to seep into your skin, and you finally sighed in contentment, draping your arm over his side.

And then his breathing changed. Man, he was too easy to wake up.

You heard him chuckle, low and breathy from his still-sleepy state. “You really can’t last long without me, huh?” he said, face invisible to you, still turned away in the dark. “What was that?” he went on. “Five seconds and you already want me again?”

You scowled at the vague outline of his hair, catching onto what he was getting at. “That was so not five seconds!” you protested. “You fell asleep! And besides, it’s cold out here.” Even though he couldn’t see you, you knew he’d be able to hear the pout in your voice.

Still chuckling to himself, he rolled over to face you. “Come ‘ere, Teddy Bear, you know I’m just messin’ with you.”

Your pout remained present on your face, but even so, you found yourself snuggling into his warm chest. It was infinitely softer than where you’d previously been laying, and the way his arms snaked around your body heated you like nothing else.

“How’s this, babe?” His hand smoothed over your back, pulling at your blankets so you could effectively be cocooned against him.

“Perfect,” you whispered, finally relaxing your face and letting your smile creep across your lips. Settling in, you gripped the soft fabric of his shirt between your fingers.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. “Was this a nice trip?” he asked, abandoning his initial teasing tone for a more vulnerable one.

“Yes,” you answered, and of course it was the truth. “Thanks for showing me the stars.”

“Knew you’d like them,” he snorted, playing with a strand of your hair.

“The world’s so big,” you quietly mused to yourself, lids finally growing heavy. “The sun. The earth. The moon. And all the stars. But you’re my everything, Katsuki.”

His breath suddenly caught in his throat, causing him to freeze for a moment before he looked down again at your dark form snuggled into his chest.

“My universe,” you mumbled, finally drifting off in his arms.

How could you know that he felt the same? How could he express what you did to him every time you laughed? How he wanted to be there for it all? How he wanted to hold you when you were sad and lift you up when you were happy? How could he say that you meant more to him than you’d ever know, that he’d move mountains just for you if he thought for a second that it would make you smile? How could you know that you were his universe too?

“Of course I am,” he muttered to your sleeping self, pressing a final kiss to your forehead. “Always will be.” And with that, his consciousness joined you among darkness and stars.

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taetaespeaches · 3 years

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“You practically raised those two brats.”

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies!! This fic starts with a game of charades and results in Jin and Poopsie/reader realizing that their kids are probably gonna turn out like Jungkook and Peaches. The plot of this is so random lol but I hope you like it nonetheless! Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

p.s. this fic features guk/holly and tae/peaches.

Anyone who has seen the Bangtan guys play a game against each other would understand just how intense and heated they could get. Throw in the guys’ girlfriend’s, and well, it only became more passionate.

Making matters worse, along with Jungkook, Taehyung’s girlfriend was especially competitive when it came to beating your boyfriend, Jin. And it was almost infuriating how good Jungkook and the girl were at charades.

To keep things fair, you and Jin as well as the two other couples decided to split into duos outside of your romantic pairings for the game. You were paired with Taehyung, Jin with Jungkook’s girlfriend, and Jungkook with Taehyung’s girlfriend. However, none of you expected Jungkook and the girl to be quite so in sync.

“Their time is running out,” squealed Jungkook’s girlfriend as Jungkook held back a smile before huffing, keeping his gaze locked on his charades partner. “Twenty-eight seconds, twenty-seven,” she began counting down to tease the two.

“Kook,” Taehyung’s girlfriend scolded him. “Focus.” Watching the girl act out her word in your intense game of charades, you couldn’t help but giggle at the way she glared at Jungkook.

With his wide doe eyes, he stared at the girl, smiling in amusement as she once again stomped in place, holding her arms close to her chest to make them shorter.

“What is that face?” Jin suddenly asked the girl through his laughter, sending the entire room into fits of cackles at her expense. She looked to your boyfriend as she held back her own giggles, shushing him before turning back to Jungkook.

“Kook, come on, what am I?” She shouted at the man, Jungkook quickly cocking his head to the side in frustration.

“What are you doing with your face though? Is that a roar? Are you roaring?” He asked, the girl nodding frantically. “Dinosaur?” The girl suddenly bounced in place as she tried to coax a more specific answer out of the youngest man in the room.

“Five seconds,” Jungkook’s girlfriend called from the other side of the couch where she sat next to your boyfriend, who was her charades partner.

“T-rex!” Jungkook shouted out, his partner’s eyes going wide as she beamed at him and started screaming and jumping. “Really? T-rex?” Jungkook asked, the girl nodding happily before the man shot up from his seat and ran to the girl in excitement.

The two high-fived before clasping their hands together and holding them above their heads, turning to face you all on the couch and floor to gloat directly in your faces.

“Wow,” Taehyung gleamed happily, thoroughly impressed by his girlfriend and best friend’s charade skills.

“How are you two so fucking good?” Jungkook’s girlfriend pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Jungkook shrugged as Taehyung’s girlfriend let out an evil sounding giggle.

But no, really, how were they so good? You thought to yourself. You watched them carefully as they made their way back to the sofa, the girl planting herself on the floor between Taehyung’s legs as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, and Jungkook sitting on the couch next to his own girlfriend, smirking at her as she pouted. And that’s when you saw the king and queen of your charade game share a look at each other, both a mischievous glint in their eyes. What did these brats do?

Eyeing the discarded slips of paper in the bowl on the coffee table, you made the decision to quickly lunge for it, scurrying to the opposite side of the room. Looking to Jungkook you found his doe eyes already filled with guilt as the culpable-looking girl evaded eye contact with you.

Digging through the paper, you found words such as ‘Godzilla’ and ‘Harry Styles’ but nothing that said ‘t-rex’ or one of their previous answers, ‘Watermelon Sugar’.

Gasping, you shot Jungkook a look. “Brats!” You shouted, looking to the girl to see her smirking as Taehyung looked from you to his girlfriend with a wide smile. Holding back a grin of your own, your eyes fell upon Jin, a giggle slipping past your lips as you met his wide-eyed gaze.

“Wait, what?” He asked through a glimpse of a smile. “What did they do?” He questioned further, a small chuckle mingling with the words as he spoke them.

“Do any of you remember these two getting Godzilla right?” You asked the room, holding up the paper to show the word written on it. Jungkook’s girlfriend gasped in realization of what the charades duo had done. “There’s no ‘t-rex’ in here, just Godzilla,” you further elaborated, Jin bolting into a standing position as he took offense while Taehyung peered over the side of his girlfriend to look at her with adorable wide eyes.

“You cheated?” Taehyung asked in surprise.

“Cheaters!,” Jin yelled, facing the girl first to see her casually shrug, causing your boyfriend to begin stumbling over his words as he prepared to rant.

“There’s no ‘Watermelon Sugar’ either, there’s just ‘Harry Styles’,” you revealed to everyone. As you dug through the bowl, you found that those two little shits had been accepting inaccurate guesses as the correct answer all throughout the game. More than half of the words in the bowl were never spoken by the duo.

“Jungkook,” whined the youngest man’s girlfriend as she lightly smacked his bicep in frustration. The man held his arm in feigned pain, making his girlfriend roll her eyes. “Oh shut up, you’re the worst,” she told him. “You’re both the worst,” she looked to her friend across the room.

“I cannot believe you two cheated,” Jin complained, his orbs blown wide as he comically looked back and forth between the two of them. “Jungkook, I raised you better than this,” he scolded the younger man, only to be met with bratty laughter.

“Oh please, if you raised him he’d be as lame as you,” Taehyung’s girlfriend argued, Jin’s eyes darting to her. “You’re lucky I stepped in,” she grinned mischievously, Taehyung lowly chuckling from behind her. Smiling to yourself, you held back a laugh as you watched the way your boyfriend sputtered. Few people had the ability to get him worked up the way that girl did, second only to maybe Jungkook.

The girl and your boyfriend were quite fond of each other, but their main way of expressing their affection was through arguing, which was great for entertainment purposes.

“Are you kidding me?” Your boyfriend asked dramatically, his eyes as wide as they could go as he prepared to fight the girl. The laughter of the two youngest men in the room, as well as Jungkook’s girlfriend, only egged them both on further.

“No, I’m not kidding,” the girl stuck to her argument. “I came along in 2013 just to raise Kookie because you were doing such a boring job of it,” she teased, Jin placing his hands on his hips as he glared at her.

“Boring?” He questioned, the girl nodding at him. “Oh, you punk,” he grumbled, a snort leaving the girl in amusement. “Do you know how much money I’ve spent feeding him?” He questioned, the girl groaning in response. “You didn’t raise him, you’re just the reason he has a rebellious streak.”

“Yeah, and you’re welcome for that,” she beamed, Jungkook chuckling from across the room. Jin’s eyes darted to the younger man at the sound.

“Do you think she raised you?” Jin asked him, Jungkook’s eyes widening in surprise.

“Both of you shush,” you interrupted the debate, everyone looking to you. “We all know I raised the kid and you two only complicated it,” you informed them with a small grin. Jungkook wore an amused smile as his girlfriend chuckled, Taehyung holding back a laugh of his own.

“You?” Jin asked you as if he was about to oppose, you shooting him a glare.

“Do you want to disagree with me?” You questioned the man, cocking your head to the side. Jin stared at you for a minute, his mouth hung open as he internally debated his options. Closing his mouth, he shook his head at you before promptly going back to the sofa and seating himself, the entire room erupting into laughter at his defeat.

“Now you two,” you looked to Jungkook and then Taehyung’s girlfriend, both of them facing you attentively. “Come to the kitchen with me and help me with the snacks, you cheating brats.”

They both sat up quickly, preparing to accompany you to the kitchen. “Yes, mom,” the girl teased, making you crack a smile.

“Coming, mom,” Jungkook added on, you rolling your eyes as you headed to the kitchen, the two of them following along as they giggled.

After everyone left for the night, you and Jin were brushing your teeth as you prepared for sleep. Standing shoulder to shoulder with him, Jin suddenly started chuckling, you pausing your motions as you watched him in the mirror.

“What?” You mumbled just barely coherently through your full mouth of toothpaste.

Laughing a bit harder, he spit the toothpaste into the sink as you turned to face him directly, slowly moving the toothbrush as you waited.

“Those two were actually so clever tonight,” Jin chuckled, his eyes turning to crescents, his cheeks becoming fluffy as his smile pushed them up adorably. His face looked so kissable in that moment.

Jin’s laugh was always contagious, and you couldn’t help but spit your toothpaste into the sink quickly as you began giggling as well.

“They’re honestly too smart for their own good,” you agreed. “And sneaky,” you added, your gaze affectionate as you watched Jin laugh at your friends.

“Oh shit,” Jin suddenly spoke in realization, your eyes widening in response. “Our kids are gonna turn out just like them, aren’t they?”

“Oh fuck,” you said as you found that he was right.

As Jin sighed, you giggled at his reaction. “I don’t know why you’re sighing, you practically raised those two brats,” you pointed out to him. “You’re the reason our kids are gonna turn out like them,” you added, watching as Jin’s lips curved back into a smile.

“You don’t think you’ll be part of the reason why our kids will be crazy little brats?” He asked you knowingly, you fighting back a smile. “Really?” He taunted you.

“There are worse people our kids could turn out like, I suppose,” you decided instead of answering his question, Jin’s grin turning utterly fond as he gleamed at you.

Within a second, Jin was pressing his minty lips to yours, making you smile into the meeting. “What if they turn out worse than them?” He pondered, both of you giggling against each other’s mouths.

“We’ll make them babysit,” you said, just before pressing kisses to the side of his face, Jin chuckling at your comment as he leaned into the touch of your lips. The man wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as you nuzzled your face against his neck, leaving light pecks to his skin.

“I like the thought of having a family with you,” he admitted. “I think about it a lot actually.”

Pulling away just slightly to look at him softly, you met his sincere orbs. “Me too, my love,” you smiled sweetly. “Our kids will be brats but they’ll be the luckiest brats around with you as a dad,” you told him cheesily, an adorable shy smile overtaking Jin’s features.

“Stop it,” he whispered gently, pulling you back against his body as he hugged you tightly. “You’ll make me cry,” he mumbled against your forehead.

Giggling at him, you enclosed your arms snugly around his waist. “My soft sweet man,” you teased him lightheartedly, Jin chuckling as he held you close to him.

Though a family was still a bit off into the future for you both, you truly were excited for that future life. And your kids surely would be blessed to have him, as he was the softest sweetest man you’d ever known. You were already counting your lucky stars every single day, for you were privileged enough to love him and be loved by him. Lucky was an understatement.

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matthewtkachuk · 4 years

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mistaken identity - jj maybank

jj mistakes you for a touron, despite the fact that he’s been copying your test answers for years and pined after you just as long. will you let him take you on a date to make it up to you and win you over?

warnings: none i don’t think

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hello loves, despite a rude anon’s best efforts i’m still here. wrote this little something on the plane ride home yesterday night to distract me from 1) the terrible turbulence and 2) the feeling of my heart literally breaking. i’ve missed my little klepto baby, hope yall enjoy this cute lil jj fic. also 10/10 i will be calling my future sig other ‘bud’ and yes i literally wrote @girlsru1eboysdroo1into this, sue me or w/e feedback makes my heart happy.

You don’t quite know how it happened. One moment you were just the girl JJ cheated off of in math when Pope wouldn’t let him, a member of the math team and all around nobody at Kildare High. Sure, you had friends you sat with at lunch and no one really had a bad thing to say about you. Though, if one really thought about it, no one really had a thing to say about you at all - good or bad. You were the definition of a wallflower, content to sit on the sidelines, observing but never interacting fully. The next moment, you were somebody.

Contrarily, you know exactly where it happened. The same place where residents of both sides of the island come together alongside the hapless tourists with only a few goals in mind: drink, dance and find a warm body to cozy up to for the night. This location is, of course, a boneyard kegger at the beginning of summer (one of the first in fact), and those activities are, of course, not quite in line with your typical Friday night.

It’s your best friends fault you’re here, you muse, hand wrapped tightly around a red solo cup containing three quarters of the warm beer you were handed nearly half an hour ago. You didn’t have anything against drinking, or anyone who drank, your parents were just a little more present than your classmates. You were staying over at Pen’s that night, her mom was really cool, but you couldn’t shake the imaginary hand of your parents and found yourself looking over your shoulder, prepared to drop the cup in the sand and run. Pen had been the one who was adamant that the two of you make an appearance, “you didn’t come to a single kegger last summer, and it’s our last summer before college, c’mon live a little!”. She was nothing if not persistent, and so you agreed if only to get her to let it go.

She had promised she would be by your side ‘the entire night’, but of course fifteen minutes in and she was nowhere to be seen. Also suspiciously missing, despite his two cronies still standing within your peripheral vision, was one Rafe Cameron. You didn’t know what Pen saw in him, she was the literal sweetest person in the entire world and he was... well himself. Of course no one is perfect, she did ditch you after all, and no one is entirely bad either. Since whatever was going on between them started, Rafe hadn’t been bothering you at all and you considered that a win in your books.

Girl code and euphemisms about female friendships being more important than romantic ones aside, you couldn’t stay mad at her for long and wanted her to be happy. For some unknown reason, he made her happy and you had to support that.

You just wish she had supported you a little and been upfront about you. That way you could have been home, maybe with a book, maybe with netflix. Either way, you wouldn’t be sitting alone on a piece of driftwood slowly sipping on a warm beer as some of your classmates chatted up a group of tourons. You weren’t alone long, however.

You felt his presence before you saw him. JJ Maybank of all people sidled up beside you on the log, toe tapping and hand fidgeting with his rings as he sat silently for all of thirty seconds. Having been in the same class as the boy for more than a decade you recognized his antsy antics as ones that he often acted on in class. If you took a moment to think about it, you could admit that he was conventionally attractive, his whole devil-may-care attitude and golden surfer tan only made him all the more appealing. However, you had known the boy (or at least known of the boy) for so long, you never let that feeling grow into anything tangible. Besides, you were going to leave the small island in the fall and you were never looking back.

The silence only lasted for a minute longer before he broke it. “First time in the outer banks?” the messy blonde boy beside you asked, and you felt the scowl overtake your face.

“JJ we’ve been in the same class since the first grade, and you’ve been cheating off of me in math the entirety of our school careers,” you rolled your eyes and downed the almost full cup before throwing it to the sand and walking away. JJ stared after you with his brow furrowed, brain trying to connect the dots and reconcile you with one of his many classmates. It wasn’t entirely JJ’s (or the six beers he had consumed)’s fault, one could also blame his tardiness and absences for his lack of recognition. And of course there was the fact that you had let Pen dress you up, slap some light makeup on your eyes and curl your hair. Ordinarily the only products you bothered with were sunscreen and lip chap and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn anything other than a baggy t-shirt over ripped denim. So maybe you should have given the blonde some slack.

Or not. “Y/n?” Pope asked confusedly as you stormed past him. The two of you weren’t friends, not exactly anyway, but you were both on the math team and that leant itself to a certain amount of camaraderie. At the very least, Pope remembered your name and that was more than his best friend could say. He reached out with a hand to lightly grasp your bicep, pulling you back towards him and scanning your face to see if he could figure out what was going on. “You okay?”

“Never better,” you bit back, feeling bad instantly. “Sorry Pope, your friend is just kind of an idiot.”

“What did John B do now?” Pope sighed. John B hadn’t had a lot of luck in the ladies department lately and Pope was worried about what his latest gaffe had been. Judging by the look on your face it was bad, like call you by the wrong girl’s name bad.

“Not Routledge,” you rolled your eyes before continuing, “JJ. It doesn’t matter, Pen ditched me and I'm going home.”

Pope let you go this time, turning toward the aforementioned blond who was slowly making his way over to him.

“Who was that?” JJ asked with narrowed, red rimmed eyes. Pope laughed out loud, knowing his best friend was about to be incredibly mad at himself.

“How high are you? The girl you just offended was y/n,” Pope told him, causing JJ’s wide eyes to widen even further

“Wait, y/n y/l/n? The girl of my dreams y/n y/l/n?” JJ smacked his own forehead in frustration. So that’s why you had looked so familiar. He had never seen you look so put together, and he had definitely never seen you at a kegger or under the influence of any substance before. When Pope nodded, JJ patted him on the shoulder before rushing after your retreating frame.

He called your first name, watched as you stopped walking and stood in the sand with your back facing him. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.”

You turned to look at him, resting your hands on your hips. “High schools over JJ, you don’t have to pretend to be nice to me so that I’ll keep letting you cheat off me in trig.”

“That’s not-“ he paused, eyes downcast before they flicked up to look at you. You took note of his slightly dilated pupils, the way they were rimmed with red and recognized he was under the influence of something. Gathering courage, he quickly spit out “go on a date with me.”

“I-“ you sighed deeply, eyes rolling up toward the night sky as you contemplated his offer, “you know what? Fine, one date. You better knock it outta the park and blow me away cause it’s your only shot.” You began walking away, back turned to him so he couldn’t see the small grin on your face or the way your hands shook a little. Every girl with two eyes and a heartbeat had to admit to at least a tiny crush on the reckless boy, and you had both of those things. To be asked out on a date by him made you feel special, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Not that I need it, but you don’t believe in second chances?” he shouted at your retreating back. Without missing a beat you turned to look at him over your shoulder, “this is your second chance bud.”

A few days later had you sitting in shock and disbelief as JJ Maybank admitted his years long crush on you.

You laughed so hard that you almost snorted, stifling the instinct with both of your hands before the sound could betray you. “You’re trying to tell me you’ve had a crush on me since we were kids? And you couldn’t recognize me because of a little bit of eyeliner?” you asked skeptically, brows raised at the boy who sat beside you on the blanket in the sand.

“Not my finest moment,” he admitted, grabbing a grape and tossing it in the air before attempting to catch it in his mouth. It bounced off his nose and rolled into the sand, causing you to giggle. He brightened up considerably with the knowledge that he had been able to make you laugh, even if it was with his stupid antics.

“So, your idea of flirting was what? Copying my test answers and never actually speaking to me?” You laughed at the look of indignation on his face. “You’ve got no game, bud.”

“I’ll have you know I have plenty of game, you should hear what the tourons-“ he began to brag, stopping only when you threw yourself at him, covering his mouth with your hands as you had done to yourself only moments earlier. It was only when he shrugged that you pulled back from

his personal space.

“Pro tip for Mr ‘plenty of game’, girls don’t like to hear about other girls on first dates. Especially not girls you’ve...” you fake coughed and raised your eyebrows hoping he would get the meaning.

“Right, sorry. You just make me nervous.” He admitted, rolling his pink lips into his mouth briefly.

“What, why?” you asked, sitting up on your knees and tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Are you kidding? You’re smokin’ hot and really smart. Like maybe even smarter than Pope smart,” he paused, “don’t tell him I said that.”

You laughed again, face hot from the compliment as you mimed zipping your lips, “Your secret’s safe with me, I’ll take it to the grave.”

You sat in a comfortable silence, staring at his strong side profile before he turned to you, eyes darting down to look at your lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, lip darting out to lick at his bottom lip.

“Depends,” you giggled, sitting up further and wrapping your arms around his neck before whispering into his ear, “Do you remember who I am this time?”

He laughed, cheeks reddening as he returned your whisper, “I could never forget you y/n y/l/n.”

“You better not, bud,” you replied, grinning up at him before you captured his lips with yours, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed in his embrace.

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seokmingiggles · 3 years

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transmarinus.

(from beyond the sea)

Prompt: "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x female reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst, slow burn, mermaid!au, kinda magical overall(?), probably set in the same universe as Ponyo.

6.03k words

Warnings: some alcohol consumption (everyone is of legal age), swearing, the reader has a phobia of the ocean, allusions to drowning (nothing explicitly mentioned).

Beyond the sea, within the sea—both are places you have no desire to explore. You have lived nearly your whole life with an intense fear of the ocean, yet something about it keeps haunting you.

Alternatively, in which you are afraid of the ocean, yet Seokmin shows you that you no longer have to live in fear.

A/N: I don't have much to say about this little passion project; perhaps that Seokmin is one of my main bias wreckers in Seventeen. In my notes prior to determining a pairing for this fic, I had written: "All three have this kind of magical wonder to them that I want to capture," about my possible choices of a protagonist (you’ll find out the other two contenders later on). I hope I have captured this feeling. Furthermore, there are some loose ends for a possible part two if I feel the desire to continue this au. Enjoy!

The lyrics (bolded) are from Somewhere Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin.

•• Somewhere beyond the sea,

You've never liked the ocean: the seemingly endless dark depths and rushing currents that could pull you below. No, rephrasing your thoughts—you are afraid of the ocean. Sure, it can be pretty to look at on a calm and sunny summer day, and sure, the sea breeze admittedly feels pleasant brushing through your hair and clothes on occasion, but you refuse to give in to its temptation, to even go near it if you can help it.

Somewhere waiting for me,

It can be lonely sometimes, being the only one of your classmates growing up who refused to go swimming on field trips to the beach nearing the end of the semester. You often found yourself alone and listening to the fun they would be having in the shallow tides: a shimmering, azure blue. You learned to bring things to accompany you when your friends would prefer to enjoy their time swimming. A book and a beach towel resting on the silky sands was often your set-up. Not much has changed since then.

My lover stands on golden sands,

You've become better over the years at handling your fear. When before, you used to hesitate to even step foot onto the sand, now you have become comfortable with the squishing feeling between your toes. However, boats are another story. Your mom once took you on a cruise when you were a child, and honestly, you enjoyed it. Well, for the most part, only until the last night of the tour. Frankly, that's the trip that made you develop your fear of the ocean in the first place. Since then, you've refused to step foot on any watercraft. It's a bit ironic, really. You've grown up on a decently-sized island apart from the mainland—the only way to get across is by a ferry. You're not sure if you'll ever be able to regain your trust with the water.

And watches the ships that go sailin'.

•

"I dare you to go skinny-dipping."

"Oh, hell no. That's a hard pass."

"Really, Gyu? You think she'd do that?"

"You're gross, dude."

"What? Do you want me to go instead?"

"Not really. None of us need to see that."

Being friends with Mingyu, Jungkook, and Hansol—your best friend—is a recipe for no dull moments. You four have a tradition; you'd all take a trip to the Jeon family cabin near the island's peninsula as a way to start your summers. You've all been going for the past few years since your final year of high school, continuing the tradition into your college years.

It's where you find yourselves now, splayed out in drunken messes (some more than others) on the semi-private beach. To your right, there's a small fire pit in the center of your beach chairs. A cold drink is in your left hand to counter the heat in your cheeks from the flames.

"Sorry, (Y/N), I'm an idiot," Mingyu admits after finally realizing what he'd dared you to do. "You don't have to go into the water."

"I wasn't planning on it, but thanks," you reply and take a sip of your drink.

The four of you stare at the fire beginning to diminish. Orange embers glow in the ashes.

Hansol swirls the remains of his beer bottle around. "Why do I suddenly want to go swimming now?"

"Dude, no. It's nearly midnight, and you're drunk," Mingyu retorts, "None of that is a good combination."

The younger boy is about to quip back, but suddenly, a loud splash interrupts his thoughts, heard near the row of rocks separating this property from the next.

The tallest boy stands to try to see the source of the noise, but it's much too dark. "Okay, you're definitely not going swimming now. I don't want to be responsible for your death."

The splashing continues. It isn't as loud as the first time, but it's more constant as if something is struggling by the rocks.

"I'll go check it out," Jungkook puts his bottle down and slips on his sandals, already heading closer to the water.

"Not by yourself, you're not," Hansol is quick to jump to his feet and follow the elder.

You remain seated, and luckily, Mingyu remains at your side too.

•

Somewhere beyond the sea,

Seokmin adores the ocean. Well, he sort of has to since it's been his home for nearly nine decades. He loved playing in the currents with his brothers when he was younger—and now—appreciating how the colour of the water changes the closer he gets to the surface. The ocean makes him feel free. It's like he can go anywhere or see anything. Seokmin can't say he's ever felt love before first-handed, it's not a feeling he can define, but he considers the ocean to be the closest thing that he loves.

She's there watching for me,

He has breached the surface before. It isn't a forbidden action to his people, but it is to be taken carefully; however, there are different rules when you're one of the sons of the merking. There are countless cautionary tales of merfolk who have been spotted by sailors, more on what happens when they get too close to shore. Merpeople are supposed to live for centuries as they slowly age, but most of those tales abruptly cut their lives short. Seokmin feels like the only one who isn't afraid of those stories and wants to see for himself what would happen if he met a land-dweller. He's optimistic that they're not as cruel as the fables portray them to be.

If I could fly like birds on high,

Seokmin is a graceful swimmer. With decades of practice, it's a given talent. He used to struggle when maneuvering through the waves, especially when compared to his two brothers. Yet, with great perseverance and will, Seokmin trained himself to become better. Much stronger and significantly more elegant—he can now soar with ease through the water, quite speedily, too. In his younger days—what would be equivalent to teenagehood in humans—Seokmin would travel for days across the wide ocean, simply feeding his desire to explore.

Then straight to her arms—

Being a part of the royal family means Seokmin is eligible for arranged marriages. Soonyoung, his elder brother coming up on a century old, is already engaged to a beautiful mermaid, Tzuyu; the boy suspects he's next as the second-eldest in their family. Seokmin knows it's to benefit his kingdom, but he also knows that the chance of being in line for the throne is incredibly slim as the second brother. All he wants is to find someone he loves as much as he loves the ocean.

I'd go sailing.

•

"No way," Hansol whispers, breaking the silence between him and Jungkook as they've reached the rocky barrier.

Sure enough, the splashing sound is caused by distress. A boy, looking to be around Hansol's age, is stuck between a few large rocks that have fallen from the wall. It's shallow enough that his torso remains above the surface, but the position looks painful, nonetheless, with one of his arms twisted beneath the collapsed rocks.

"Here," Hansol approaches the stranger slowly, "we can help you."

The boy has a fearful look in his eyes as the human approaches. It's only when Hansol has rolled the legs of his joggers up and is wading into the shallows that he notices the lack of legs the panicking boy has, or rather, the glimmering tail he has instead.

He shrugs off the unusual sight and tries to move the rock, but it's much too large for Hansol to budge by himself, staggering slightly on the uneven ground. He calls Jungkook over to aid him, and the two of them together are able to lift the stone out of the way, freeing the trapped boy.

The stranger slips away and back into the depths before anyone could say anything.

"You saw him too, right?" Hansol asks his friend, pointing out to the vast sea and trying to find some evidence of what was next to him moments ago.

"Yeah," Jungkook is nearly speechless, drying his hands on his shirt.

"He didn't even say thank you."

•

"I fucked up. I fucked up big time!" The youngest brother rants to his siblings upon arriving back to his home safely.

"Alright, Chan, it's time to calm down now-"

"No, Soon, you don't understand! This time was different." Chan continues to ramble, "I would have really been in danger if I was stuck there until morning. The rising sun would suffocate me, no doubt. My precious sixty-one years would be down the drain in an instant!"

“So dramatic,” the eldest chirps. "It's a good thing that those humans found you when they did."

Soonyoung has heard enough of Chan's stories about always venturing off to the shore. He's somewhat jealous. Lately, the eldest has had to spend more time planning for his wedding and preparing to become the next-in-line for the throne. He wishes he could join his brother on an adventure like they used to a couple of decades back.

"Please, Seok, you'll listen to me then, won't you? You're a hopeless romantic."

Seokmin isn't sure if he should be offended by his brother's comment.

"And what if I am?" he asks with his hands fidgeting in his lap. "What does that have to do with this?"

"You're the one who enjoyed exploring the most years ago. I know you've done your share of people-watching before." Chan ponders, then adds more quietly, "Well, and also, the boy who first approached me was kind of cute."

"Oho, does our Channie have a little crush on a human?"

"Great, now you're listening, hyung."

Seokmin sits back and listens to his brothers playfully bantering. He admires them both fondly, sometimes wishing he could be as responsible as Soonyoung, or as free-spirited as Chan. Instead, Seokmin becomes more reserved around his siblings, despite not considering himself to be shy. But the three are well-balanced when they're together.

Noisy, but well-balanced.

"Why do I feel like I need to see him again?" Chan asks Seokmin as they're lying in their shared bedroom. Their older brother has a room to himself, being the next-in-line.

"Maybe you really do like him," Seokmin suggests, not quite knowing what to say. He's never before been enamoured by a particular human, nor any merfolk for that matter. "You're making me curious now. It's been a while since I've seen the surface," he sighs, struggling to remember what dry sand looks like.

"Then you should come with me!" Chan doesn't hesitate to suggest, "I can't guarantee he'll still be there, but it's worth a shot. Right?"

Seokmin hums in thought. As much as he would like to comply with his brother's request, part of him knows how they're not supposed to venture to the surface so freely. Especially with it being so close to Soonyoung's wedding, nothing detrimental should happen to them before the upcoming celebration.

"Besides, I should probably return... this... whatever this is."

Seokmin eyes the strange-looking object with a puzzled expression.

"You know, Chan, it's not very nice to steal things that aren't yours."

•

"Are you sure you checked your suitcase?" you ponder, trying to rack your brain of other locations the missing sandal could have gone. "What about by the hose in the back? Maybe you left it there after rinsing the sand off them."

"No, I've gone through my bags twice already, and I don't think I bothered with the hose last night," Hansol replies. "I have a feeling they're on the beach somewhere. Although, I can't remember if I walked up the path in bare feet or not."

"You were quite drunk, Han."

"Oh, hush. We're on vacation, aren't we?" the boy lifted his eyebrows at the question. "I'm allowed to get drunk. Anyways, will you come with me down to the beach? It's not like my shoe could have walked away on its own," he snickers at his joke, "it's bound to show up somewhere."

You try to ignore the rising uneasiness in your chest. "Do you really need me to go with you?"

"Two sets of eyes are better than one, (Y/N). And I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you. You don't even have to step foot into the water or even go close to it, for that matter."

You sigh and reluctantly agree, slipping on your own pair of sandals for the short walk down to the beach. You know Hansol would have asked one of the other boys to venture with him near the water, but Jungkook and Mingyu had left to get more groceries (and drinks) for tonight, so you were the only option.

"Where did you find the other shoe?" you ask as you scan the area around the fire pit. "Isn't it strange that you only lost one?"

"It was outside the front door. But as you said, (Y/N), I was quite drunk last night."

You giggle at your friend's comment, adding, "Maybe a bird flew off with it this morning," and continue to scan the sand.

"Wait, now that I think of it, I don't think I had that other shoe after we went to the rocks," Hansol considers and begins to walk to the familiar barrier.

The short wall looks smaller in the daylight, but you know the rocks are unstable despite their compact appearance.

You cautiously follow the boy as he ventures closer to the tide.

"You and Kook never did mention what you saw last night over here," you state, trying to create conversation to distract you from being so close to the water.

"Didn't we?" Hansol tries to recall, "I guess we didn't. Maybe because we knew that you and Gyu wouldn't believe us."

"Believe what?"

"Believe-"

You and Hansol turn the corner at the first large rock.

"-that."

Your stomach drops at the sight. There are two boys in the shallows; one is casually sitting and looking around, while the other is floating on the surface.

His rosy, fish-like tail is hard to miss.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Chan exclaims upon seeing the familiar figure, now sitting upright like his brother. "I believe this is yours."

The mermaid holds up Hansol's lost slipper while sporting a beaming smile on his face.

You're in shock. You've read about mythical creatures when you were a child, as most kids do at that age, but never have you thought that their existence is real. Let alone that you would ever come face-to-face with one.

"Thank you," Hansol mutters and carefully approaches the younger male.

Chan introduces himself along with his brother, and Hansol does the same with himself and you.

But you're beginning to panic. The feeling is bubbling up in your throat, and you don't want to break down. So instead, you excuse yourself and run back up the pathway to the cabin.

You miss the way the older merman's eyes remain on your figure as you retreat away.

•

It's far beyond a star,

Seokmin feels strange. It's not the first time he's seen a human-being that close, let alone speak with one, but there was something odd about your behaviour; the unusual feeling seems to stem from seeing you.

"Did you see the way she looked at us?" the second-eldest speaks, recalling your tense expression.

It's near beyond the moon,

"Why? Do you think she's pretty? That would be convenient because I still think Hansol is pretty. I thought he was charming in the moonlight, but now, I can say he's even prettier in the sunshine," Chan hums, repeating the boy's name for the nth time upon their return home. "I never knew humans could be so lovely."

I know beyond a doubt,

"No," Seokmin begins, "I mean, yes, she was pretty too, but she looked afraid of us. Of... me. Didn't she?" He pauses. "I've never had someone be afraid of me before."

Chan glances at his brother's concerned expression. "She was probably just surprised, Seok. Maybe she hasn't seen a merperson in-person before."

"Maybe," Seokmin mumbles, not entirely convinced.

The merman's peculiar feelings about you only fester as the days pass by. When Chan would return to that same beach almost daily in the hopes of seeing Hansol again, Seokmin would remain at his home.

He is strangely impacted by you. Not that you even said a word to Seokmin that day, but the way you reacted threw him off.

He longs to know why you ran away.

My heart will lead me there soon.

•

Not that you needed it, but you now have yet another reason to avoid the ocean.

Hansol ends up journeying down to the beach every time he sees the familiar crimson tail splashing in the shallows from the large cabin window facing the ocean. The other two boys have begun teasing their younger friend about his new fishy pal.

You have tried to express your concern about Chan to Hansol, explaining that he may be dangerous, but your friend has only dismissed your worries and encouraged you that Chan isn't a threat.

"He's a fun guy to talk to. You're welcome to join me down on the beach sometime, (Y/N)," Hansol says as he slips his notorious pair of sandals on. "Actually, Chan has been asking about you lately. If you're doing alright."

You look up from your bowl of cereal with a confused expression. "I don't think I even spoke a word to Chan. Why would he be asking about me?"

Hansol shrugs. "Apparently, one of his brothers has been worried about you. I'm assuming that's why he keeps asking, but that's all I know."

You remain puzzled in your seat at the kitchen table as Hansol closes the front door behind him, wandering down the familiar rocky path towards the water.

"Is (Y/N) coming?" Chan's posture perks up at the sight of the boy approaching.

He shrugs his head, "I don't think so. I'm sure you know by now how apprehensive she can be. Stubborn, too." Hansol takes a seat in the sand. His shoes are off quickly once again as he dips his legs into the water, the gentle waves lapping up to his knees.

Seokmin frowns. He's been accompanying Chan on his near-daily visits in the hopes of seeing you again. With all of the stories Hansol has been telling about the human world and his friends, Seokmin has convinced himself that he wants to properly meet you.

Just to make sure she's doing alright, he tells himself. There's no other reason.

Seokmin takes pride in helping people. As the middle child, he'd often take it upon himself to sort out his brothers' issues, especially on the rare occasion he found them arguing. A mood maker, his mother told him in his youth when she'd noticed the way he always seemed to strive to help others feel better. So when Hansol briefly mentioned your fear of the sea, there's nothing that the boy decides he wants more than to help you see that the ocean isn't something to fear.

However, it is a difficult task to accomplish when you wouldn't even venture down to the beach anymore.

There's part of Seokmin that feels guilty about your recent reluctance. From what Hansol has said, it seems like you were making gradual progress in becoming comfortable near the water. In fact, you hadn't always been afraid of the ocean. Yet, it all seemed to backfire the moment your eyes landed on him and Chan.

It makes Seokmin feel even more responsible for your fear.

•

It's raining today, a stark contrast to the previous perfect blue-sky, sunny weather that you've all been experiencing for the past week on your vacation.

You're the first one up this morning, making your way quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen to make some coffee.

You examine the horizon as the aromatic drink brews. The rain is only spitting down now, but you have a feeling it will pick up later with larger clouds slowly rolling in. It looks like the sun is trying to peek out from behind, although unsuccessful in its attempt.

You pour yourself a cup of coffee when enough fills the pot, hearing the sizzle onto the element when you impatiently remove the container as it continues to drip.

Making your way to the dining table nearby, you take a seat in front of the large window, holding your mug between your hands.

The coffee is too hot to drink right now.

Your mind begins to wander as you wait.

•

(Y/N), age seven.

You wake to a faint ringing sound.

"Mom?"

No response.

You shuffle to the edge of the bed to turn on the lamp. As your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness, you're met only with an empty room.

"Mom?" you say louder, just to once again, unsurprisingly, be met with nothing.

Maybe she's still at the party on the deck, you think to yourself. That would explain the sound. Maybe it's from the music.

You slip out from beneath the duvet and make your way to the cabin door.

You take a deep breath, not knowing why you're so nervous, and open the door.

There's no music. It's an alarm.

You suddenly feel the ship lurch to the side, throwing you off balance and into the side of the doorway.

"Mom!" you cry out, for someone, anyone.

You don't want to be alone.

Tears are prickling beneath your eyes, and immediately, panic rises to your throat.

"Are you (Y/N)?"

A young male rushes down the hallway in your direction.

You nod your head in response, not finding your words.

"Your mom said you'd be down here, come on. She's already up in the rendezvous spot." His nametag says Seungcheol.

You accept his outstretched hand and follow him as he hurries down the corridor back the way he came.

The boat sways again, but Seungcheol stands his ground, keeping you steady on your feet too.

"What's happening?" your voice crackles.

Seungcheol continues to guide you through the interior of the ship. "There was an unexpected storm suddenly. Captain didn't even see it on our radars, it came out of nowhere. We're taking precautions and gathering everyone in the lounge while he works on getting us to shore."

The two of you make it above the cabins where the wind and rain are pelting down stronger than you've ever seen before. You're having a hard time keeping your balance on the rocking boat, your hand slowly slipping out of Seungcheol's grasp.

A giant wave hits the side of the ship, effectively removing your small hand from Seuncheol's as you're thrown to the side.

You scream as the wave seems to drag you away and pulls you off the edge of the ship.

You hear someone else yell; maybe it's your mother, maybe it's Seungcheol, but before you know it, you are doused in the cold ocean.

The instant your body falls into the depths, you're frozen, petrified, unable to move. You try to struggle your way to the surface, but your clothes weigh you down, only making you sink further below.

Your lungs burn. Trapped in the darkness, you can barely see the moonlight above anymore.

You succumb to your watery grave, eyes closed and arms wrapped around your small figure in a final effort to gain warmth.

Suddenly, you are hit by a feeling of serenity like your mother is cradling you once again. You lean into the tender touch and begin to drift away into unconsciousness.

She belongs to the sea.

You seem to hallucinate a raspy voice hiss out the strange remark.

And then you're gone.

•

Each time you see the familiar grey, gloomy clouds in the atmosphere brings you back to that one fateful day from your childhood.

You know something else happened to you after you fell into the water, but you can't for the life of you recall what.

You know you somehow made it back to the shore safely in one piece. Could it have been that kind staff member who collected you from your room? Or perhaps your mother who dove in after seeing you fall overboard?

You've kept that day to yourself; the only one who knows the full story is Hansol. Not even Jungkook nor Mingyu are aware of all the details; they only know the gist of the origins of your fear of the ocean.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

Hansol's voice brings you back to reality. He's come from the kitchen and is currently standing next to you. Now brought back to your senses, you feel the slight sting from the hot cup of coffee resting between your palms.

"Nothing," you mutter out, removing your hands from the ceramic. You keep your gaze out the window at the hazy horizon; the tide seems to be rising with the weather getting progressively worse. "Are you seeing Chan today?"

"No," he answers, taking a sip from his cup. "Not that I know of, at least. I doubt he'll come if it's raining like this."

The wind looks like it's beginning to pick up. You can hear it howling on the other side of the windows.

"Right, of course."

The boy takes a seat across from you. "Are you sure you're doing okay?" he pushes, "You know you don't have to stay here for the full two weeks with us, right?"

"I know," you reply, "I've just been feeling more anxious recently, but I'm not entirely sure why." You take a sip of your coffee, burning the tip of your tongue slightly. "But I'll be okay."

Hansol's concern for you doesn't waver despite your words or the smile you’re presenting.

"Some storm, huh?" Mingyu's voice is heard from the staircase as he treks down to the main floor. His hair is still damp from his shower.

Hansol makes a noise of acknowledgement and takes another sip of his coffee.

Mingyu prepares a cup of coffee for himself. "Do you think the water will rise all the way up to the deck?"

You involuntary freeze at the thought.

"No, it shouldn't," Hansol says confidently.

And it doesn't, but it does come close. As the rain continues to pour, the entirety of the rocky path becomes submerged beneath the saltwater.

The sound of the storm keeps you awake as you lie in bed that night, picking at a loose thread on the duvet cover. You think you can feel the cabin sway with the heavy wind, but you blame it on your imagination.

She belongs to the sea.

You blame your imagination for the husky voice you hear too.

The sea.

The shutter on your bedroom window flies open; it's certainly not your imagination this time. You immediately stand up and make your way to the adjacent wall to close it, only to see just how high the tide has risen since you've retreated to bed.

Now you must be dreaming.

The sea level appears to be just below your window. Being on the upper floor of the cabin, that's more than concerning.

"(Y/N)?"

You back away from the window at the sound of your name spoken from the other side of it.

A vaguely familiar mop of damp brown hair appears outside your windowsill.

"Seokmin?" You squint your eyes at the face you see in the moonlight. Panic laces your voice, "What the hell is happening?"

Yeah, you really must be dreaming.

The merman reaches his arm through the threshold of your window with his hand open for you to take.

"Do you trust me?"

Every part of you screams no. No! You've lived your whole life in fear of the ocean and what resides within it. Taking this creature's hand would contradict your entirety.

"Please," he adds.

You feel yourself being drawn towards him, one foot after another taking you closer until your hand brushes against his. His fingertips are pruned, a sensation slightly rough against your smooth ones.

When he closes his hand around yours, you hear the rain abruptly stop.

Everything becomes silent, like the drops of water have stopped with time.

"It's okay," Seokmin whispers, warmly smiling at you.

Before you know it, his lips connect with your forehead.

And you suddenly remember that night you fell into the abyss.

•

Your lungs burn. Trapped in the darkness, you can barely see the moonlight above anymore.

You succumb to your watery grave, eyes closed and arms wrapped around your small figure in a final effort to gain warmth.

Suddenly, you are hit by a feeling of serenity like your mother is cradling you once again. You lean into the tender touch and begin to drift away into unconsciousness.

She belongs to the sea.

You seem to hallucinate a raspy voice hiss out the strange remark.

And then you're gone.

No, you think you're gone, but the burning sensation in your lungs is alleviated.

You open your eyes once more to find your small body enveloped by another being. It has a tail: a long, dark violet tail extending beneath you. Your fear hasn't left you completely, but the way you're cradled so carefully eases you.

"It's okay," a gentle voice whispers, causing you to look up to meet a pair of brown eyes and a warm smile. "You're safe."

"What's happening?" you hear your voice ask for the second time that day, unsure of how you're able to speak beneath the water.

"Your father wants you home," is the boy's response, "but I've tried to tell him it's not your time yet."

"My... father?"

You can't picture a face to the name you speak. Each time you've asked your mother about him, she's only said how he was a wonderful man. Was.

"Yes, (Y/N). Sorry about the storm. He gets emotional when thinking of you." One of the merman's hands supports the back of your head to his chest as he dashes through the water. "It's because he misses you."

"Are we going to see him now?"

"No, not yet. One day I'll find you again, and we will see him. Together."

Before you know it, your heads break through to the surface where the weather is much clearer than before. Your rescuer moves slowly towards the beach near the dock, continuing his hold on you until your feet can touch the ground.

You cough up some of the water that infiltrated your lungs before asking, "May I know your name?"

The merman smiles once more, the apples of his wet cheeks reflecting the moonlight. "You will, one day, little jellyfish."

•

Your eyes open only to find you still stood by your window with a familiar set of arms around you.

You take note of his purple tail extending below.

"You," you whisper, taking a step back from the windowsill to get a proper look at the boy residing on the other side, "We've met before."

Seokmin chuckles at your realization, "Yes, many years ago."

"You saved me."

"Kind of," he ponders. "You wouldn't have drowned; your father wouldn't have let that happen. I only made sure you wouldn't sink to the bottom of the ocean."

"Right, my father." The title still sounds alien from your mouth. You gesture to the flooded outside, "Did he do this too?"

Seokmin sheepishly scratches the nape of his neck, "Word may have gotten around that you were visiting the oceanside. You know how excitable Chan can get."

You smile at the idea of the youngest royal brother bragging about seeing you. "If my father's a merman, then why am I human?"

"Who said your father's a merperson?" Seokmin counters, "He's less of a merman and more of a sorcerer who resides within the waves."

"No shit."

The boy giggles at your remark.

"But if I technically come from the sea, then why have I been so afraid of it?"

"Are you still afraid of it now, jellyfish?"

You open your mouth, about to say your habitual response, but only to find yourself lacking one life-long phobia.

"No," you furrow your eyebrows.

"It was a spell I placed on you, back when you were a child," Seokmin fiddles with your hand; his is now dry. "It was to prevent you from returning when you weren't ready."

"Am I ready now?"

"My goodness, so many questions."

But Seokmin takes the time to answer them all for you.

You pull up a chair to the window as he remains in the raised tide.

That night, you learn that you're less human than you originally thought. You're not a merperson like Seokmin and his brothers are, but you do similarly come from the ocean.

Your father had unexpectedly met your mother one summer's day, the two falling in love faster than either party had expected. You weren't necessarily planned, but the two were ecstatic, nevertheless. Your father had to return back to the depths—his home—leaving your mother alone for the rest of her pregnancy. Yet, after she had you, she was significantly less lonely. She seemed to have the whole ocean supporting her, despite her lover unable to return to the surface.

When you were an infant, you were drawn to the water. Perhaps you could hear your father calling out to you for you to return home at sea with him, where he thought you belonged more-so than on land.

Seokmin had placed the spell on you to give you the opportunity for a normal youth on the surface. He recalled the way he so strongly loved being free of stress and confinement before his royal responsibilities became more prevalent and only wished the same for you.

Practicing magic under your father's teaching made Seokmin create a spell strong enough to last for over a decade.

He refrained from telling your father what he'd done that night when he found you. He knew how powerful the man was; a tsunami or hurricane could have easily been a product of his emotions.

Although now, the spell has worn off. Once more, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the water and arguably even-more-so to the boy with his hands encased in yours.

"Will I get to meet him one day?" your eyes examine the way Seokmin's thumb grazes across your knuckles, tracing every crest and trough on your skin.

"Yes," he says, "though only when the tides lower again. I don't want him flooding the entire island out of happiness."

You hum out an "Okay" and catch the beginnings of the rising sun in the distance, illuminating Seokmin's already-glowing silhouette.

•

We'll meet beyond the shore,

"(Y/N), could I try something?"

Seokmin's ears are tinted a pretty pink as he examines your form sitting in the shallow water.

You shift your attention from feeling the silky sand beneath the waves lightly lapping against your ankles and to the merman sitting next to you. His hair is slowly beginning to dry from being in the summer sunshine.

We'll kiss just as before,

Seokmin takes your hand tenderly and brings it to his lips. It's a gentle touch, but the act sends a flurry of butterflies straight into your chest. The boy smiles brightly, his eyes slightly crinkling at the corners, and laces his fingers between yours.

Happy we'll be beyond the sea,

"I like the way your hand fits in mine, jellyfish."

Your eyes meet Seokmin's, who are trained on the pair of your intertwined hands.

"I like it too," you admit, smiling as his gaze lifts and meets yours.

He slowly leans in.

And never again I'll go sailing. ••

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