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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Todoroki Shouto soulmate au ”a strand of their soulmates’ hair"

Request: 🌼 With Todoroki please - anonymous SPECIAL EVENT ASKS.

I have so many requests to choose form but I’ve decided to start with my best baby boi Shoto. I hope you like it and be ready for like two months? of soulmates lol. Love yaa.💖💖💖

warnings: fluff

Soulmates. Since the beginning of time, soulmates existed, connecting two individuals with a bond so strong that nothing could fracture. No matter who you were or from where you were, your soulmate was the one person who would fulfill every need and meet all your expectations to the fullest. Even though the universe gave the world the privilege of providing them with their other half, the process of finding the one and only wasn’t easy. Soulmate bridges vary from marks, first words etched on your skin, communicating with one another through writing on your body, to feeling each others pain whether it be physical or emotional or hear a faint tune in your head which gets louder as you tread nearer to your mate. The most common of characteristics must be the red string, leading you to your soulmate no matter how far they are and being able to feel the tug from their end when they need to feel your presences.

Y/N L/N always wished that she had a red string to lead her to her mate. A string to signify that out there, there was someone who waited for her with open arms ready to accept her for who she was and love her till the end. Someone who would pull her out of this whole she grew up in, away from the abuse and the pain. Some times she wished that her soulmate could feel her pain and they knew what she was going through, but she never felt something herself. If she was lucky maybe she would catch a glimpse of them in her dreams, seeing her in a tranquil state while she roamed the lands of her imagination. She wished for a sign that she did indeed have a soulmate. Y/N was not a lucky person.

As she reached the age of ten she expected something to change. After all, the stories of soulmate marks appearing or the sudden pain of your soulmate all said that by the age of ten the signs should be there. Only those who’s soulmates have passed or don’t have one, are bare. As one classmate after the other, started to share stories about their characteristics, Y/N was back in first grade, when she was the only one who had yet to get a quirk. She was a late bloomer to be honest having to reach the late age of eight to activate her quirk. She deemed herself of the lucky few who developed a quirk this late. Buy Y/N was not a lucky person.

She had accepted the fact that she had no one waiting for her by the age of twelve. No signs means no soulmate. No other half. No destined partner. She would have to find true love on her own, battle for it in a world full with soulmates, and she was ready to accept the challenge. She was determined to make up for the love she didn’t get from her home with someone new even if they weren’t her soulmate. She had accepted her fate. After all, Y/N was not a lucky person.

So when she woke up one morning with a strand of red and white in her h/c hair she was beyond surprised. At the age of fourteen, Y/N L/N had finally gotten her soulmate mark. A hair mark was deemed one of the most hard to decipher marks since many people shared the same hair color. Those with this characteristic were more often than not labelled as unluckily to find the correct person. But Y/N’s strand wasn’t simple. The red and white colored hairs intertwined with one another perfectly and made a stark contrast to her natural color. She could admire the colors all day, satisfied just by the fact that it was there, that she wasn’t truly alone after all. But, Y/N was not a lucky person.

“Y/N!! You’re going to be late and I’m not driving you!!!”

That snapped her out of her trance and she quickly got dressed, tugging her soulmate’s hair behind her ear trying to hide it. In her household, soulmates were considered a waste of time and she knew that once she got her mark, they would do anything to keep her away from her other half. That’s why for days on end she hid it. Hid her mark and her excitement, hid her happiness and anticipation, going on with her schedule as nothing had changed. And it worked.

Now she’s standing in class 1-A in her new high school, chatting with a girl that she met during her entrance exam. She was going to be a hero, a person who saves others, who helps them back on their feet and keeps them safe form prying hands. She was going to be a hero despite what her parents said. She was going to be a hero and she was going to be the best one out there. Arriving early to school was a habit she couldn’t shake. Ever since she was little, getting to school well before the rest of the class had been her goal. It gave her more time away from home and it let her see her classmates before class. This of course didn’t change in high school.

The girl, Momo, was talking about her expectations for the school speaking her mind without hesitation. Y/N wouldn’t fully focus on her, her eyes sliding back and forth every time someone new stepped into the classroom. She had seen some interesting faces until he walked in. He was slightly taller than some of the other boys in the room but his aura made him seem bigger. The blank expression on his face never left even after many greetings from your new classmates. He took the seat next to yours without saying a word, his dual colored hair framing his face as he started taking his things out of his bag. And there, falling in front of one of his eyes, was a h/c strand. Unconsciously your hand flew to your own soul mark, twirling it between your fingers, eyes trained on the boy in front of you. Momo noticed this and her eyes darted from the boy to your hand and back again. She was connecting the dots and after a small pause she placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Go say hi! He may not be friendly but I think he’ll talk to you. “ with a soft smile she gave you a light push and walked away.

Patting down your skirt and tugging the strand back in its place behind your ear, you made your way to him.

“Hi. I’m L/N Y/N.” you said extending your hand.

The boy looked up, his dual colored eyes locking with yours. He looked at you for a moment and then your hand, before grasping it and shaking.

“Todoroki Shoto, nice to meet you L/N.” his voice was cold, too cold, but there was an undeniable pull to him. And you weren’t the only one feeling it. Todoroki was vastly aware of the h/c strand that he dawned and one look at your hair made him believe, hope even, that they were the same shade. But he couldn’t see any sign of his own hair color on you, neither of his hair colors to be exact. He was losing hope until he saw a vibrant red coming form behind your ear.

Todoroki is blunt and his been told that he is many times during his school years. So when he got up and reached for the strand, you froze. His hand was cold as it made contact with your skin but nonetheless gentle. He was being careful and he knew it. It was the first day of high school after all, even this action was overly weird for the first day. And he didn’t want to seem weird right off the bat. His thoughts were running at 100 miles per hour until he saw the colors clearly.

Red and white.

He froze, eyes widening at the sight. You lifted your own hand to his face, gently grabbing the h/c strand in between your fingers. A smile so bright, cracked her face and she couldn’t contain the small giggle that bubbled out. Todoroki himself let out a surprised laugh, his eyes having a new spark in them.

“I thought I’d never find you.” he whispered still staring at the strand as the colors started to be replaced with your own hair color as the bond between the both of you materialized.

“Neither did I but here we are.” you smiled at him watching as his own hair turned back to normal.

“Here we are indeed.”

Y/N was not a luck person. She never was and she believes that she never will be. But at that moment she felt the luckiest person in the world.

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cityandking · 2 years

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17 (obviously a modern au for those applicable lmfao), 21, 26, 46 for dai, bran and niko! 🧡

ty dear!! // super detailed questions about your oc

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

DAI — I think modern dai would be super into photography. something something the way he sees the world something the tangibility of light. lots of landscape shots, lots of candids of other people, lots of stuff with light and how it touches people and things. I think he'd also be into the process of developing film by hand. I don't know what he'd do with them afterwards. he probably has boxes and boxes of developed film he doesn't talk much about until someone insists on seeing them.

BRAN — likes to take quick spur-of-the-moment pics with (or of) her friends. has LOADS of unflattering selfies, often featuring a scowling nikö or sabine. posts a couple of them but mostly she just keeps them in her camera roll to look back on fondly. is 300% the menace who posts an entire album's worth of pictures of a friend for their birthday.

ENIKO — doesn't really take photos and also hates being in them. middy is literally the only person who can get away with it which is deeply embarrassing because he always looks so soft in her pictures whereas he's like, actively projecting Fuck Off Energies in everyone else's (bran's) photos

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

DAI — daichi is unbelievably patient, possibly to a fault. he sees it as not putting up a fight where one isn't necessary, but he tends to let people walk over him a little bit (insert earth genasi pun here). on the occasion that he does lose his temper, he tends to be really blunt about it (and ashamed like, immediately afterwards).

BRAN — as hotheaded as she is, bran tends to be even-keeled when it come to her temper. it's one of those leadership things, I think; you can't go off at your crew every time you're irritated. it also takes a fair bit to rile her up. she can get nasty when she's mean; I think she's pretty good at tearing people down and saying things that probably shouldn't be said (even if they're true, or especially because they're true). one of the things that gets under her skin the most is when sabine goes looking for trouble, and that mostly comes from fear. (I think probably, nine times out of ten, any of her temper comes from being afraid.)

ENIKO — doesn't have a temper so much as he has an eternal simmering disdain for most of the things and people around him. even when he's angry, it tends to bleed out as a constant sullen irritation more than anything else. there isn't really that much that he gets angry about. a bad deal, maybe. children in danger. on the occasion he works up a proper temper he's very cold and very still and very very sharp.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

DAI — [me, trying desperately to remember the last time daichi was happy,,] he relaxes into it, gets really warm and open in his own quiet way. he doesn't make an attempt to hide it, but he doesn't need to broadcast it. he probably smiles more. I think he's got the sort of face where you can see the happiness on it without having to look hard.

BRAN — big smiles, big laughs, boisterous and cheerful. a happy bran is bright and a little teasing and a joy to be around. she might hum a little. I think she probably gets a little handsy, reaching out, trying to share some of that good mood. I like to imagine the crew seeing her in a good mood and perking up. (I think she probably tries to... not tone it down, but keep it softer around sabine. still smiling, still reaching, but gentler about it. careful with something so important.)

ENIKO — conceal don't feel etc. he has a tendency to quip more when he's in a good mood. he's not necessarily any nicer, but he'll play along, especially with people he likes. if you're lucky (or he's not paying attention (good luck finding him when he's not paying attention)) there's probably a soft blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile. he tends to look more his age; his edges get just a little bit softer when he's happy.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

DAI — dai is the sort of person who makes good first impressions in formal situations or to authorities and is kind of awkward in casual conversation. rip kid. he's kind and measured and tends to take refuge in rules of politeness, which can lend to him being more formal than a situation requires. that, or he clams up and lets someone else handle it, especially in group situations. he's getting better at speaking up, though!

BRAN — bran's first impressions vary greatly but they are, I cannot stress this enough, all an accurate reflection of branwen as a person. is she starting a bar fight in your tavern? is she hailing you unexpectedly on the road? is she pillaging your ship? is she striking up a casual conversation as you flee a city after exploding a prison? is she insulting someone rich and powerful who could have her and everyone else killed? all of these are branwen and all of these are accurate.

ENIKO — enikö very much does his best not to introduce himself unless absolutely necessary, and when he does it's brief and to the point, which is pretty accurate for him. his ideal first impression is no impression at all. he is not interested in getting to know you (unless it's for a job, in which case he is exactly as interested as he needs to be to get paid and/or protect himself) and he is certainly not interested in you getting to know him.

#thanks for these my sweet!! they were very fun questions <3 #memery #facts n stats #branwen #eniko #daichi

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sleephyjhs · 4 years

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Internal Tigress (Special Post)

pairing: cheater!yoongi x reader

genre: heavy angst

summary: he’d been disappearing for longer each time. your voicemails haunted his inbox. you were way past the point of return, but your suppressed emotions made it hard for you to confront him. however, an elastic band can only stretch so far before it snaps.

word count: 1.9k

notes: this is so late it’s past fashionable, but thank you for 500 followers! next time i’ll have a much better surprise, i promise. i’d also like to add that this au doesn’t reflect my actual beliefs of yoongi as a person

tw: heated arguments, cheating

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For hours, melted candle wax had dripped from the stand onto the marble kitchen counter, and for hours, you had failed to stop it. Somehow, watching the candlestick melt was less tedious than waiting for him. The burning scent of jasmine and sandalwood hung bitter in the air, not too dissimilar from Yoongi’s earlier promise.

Three years of devoting your love to him had come to this; a one-person dinner date. On such a monumental day for you as a couple, announcing he was going out by himself was reasonably unexpected. It had become apparent to you within minutes of waking up that morning that Yoongi was in fact clueless over the sentiments of that day. Not a single romantic gesture had reached your vicinity. Not even a card.

And yet you still made the effort to celebrate for him. Earlier that week when he had questioned your extra, unusual groceries, it still didn’t prod the event in his mind. The lower the candlestick burned, the more you pondered on your idiocy. Why had you even bothered? You could have bet money on Yoongi being none the wiser.

Just as the wick curled into the ceramic stand, you reminded yourself just why you made the effort. He’d become more and more distant in the last weeks. Some nights, he walked out the door without a word and wouldn’t return until the early morning. But your efforts came from not wanting to believe he had fallen out of love with you. A small part of you refused to accept your romance was virtually over.

Too many nights ago, you’d wondered if you were unreasonable. Of course, he was a grown man and you were nobody to stop him from going out. But refusing to answer his phone, or even telling you where he’d be? It became too suspicious too quickly.

With only the light from the television, you ate your half of the anniversary meal you’d prepared in the familiar silence. Even the quiet was a better conversation than what you would have had anyway. Ironically, you were usually a fan on the meals you made for yourself, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy it.

To make a point, you left your used dish on the island counter opposite the full one meant for your partner. Your wine glass had stained red by the little residue left at the bottom; the wine in the other glass sat stale. Waiting for him to arrive home was a tedious couple of hours, but the saturday night shows managed to get you through it.

The monotonous beeping of the keypad outside your door led your heart to beat faster. Confrontation was a secret weapon you wielded well, but the few seconds that laid between you and Yoongi were too few to think of the right words. Really, you weren’t sure whether you were angry or disappointed, or both.

You focused your attention on the screen before you as he pushed the door open and sneaked through the gap. From the corner of your eye, you watched him glance at you before turning to the kitchen. An audible sigh echoed in your silence. Already, a few angry tears began to gather at your eyelids.

“I got you these.” Yoongi offered, walking closer to the couch. Your eyes glared to the side to see his outstretched arm holding a box of your favourite chocolates, “Listen, I’m really sorry. There’s been a lot on my mind lately and-“

“You aren’t sorry at all.” You replied bluntly, turning back to the screen. It was painful even just to be in the same room as him; there were no words you could say to him that could ever deliver your full anger in that moment, “If I hadn’t made you a whole anniversary meal then you wouldn’t have said anything to me when you walked through that door. You and I both know that.”

Another tense silence was broken by the box of chocolates landing next to your seat, “Fine. Take them or leave them.”

His blunt remark confirmed to you that he no longer cared for your relationship and prompted your growing distaste for his new character. You’d told yourself earlier that evening that a heartfelt apology might have changed your mind about your dead-end love, but all of your hope was lost. His feelings were clear enough, “I’ll leave them.”

You breathed sharply, rushing from the couch towards your shared bedroom. The tears wouldn’t stop themselves, and the last thing you needed was for him to see you so vulnerable, “Where are you going?” He asked sternly, grabbing a hold of your arm as you stormed away.

Without hesitating, you yanked your arm from his grip and swivelled to face him. Maybe seeing you so distraught would tell him a thing or two, “Get the fuck off of me. It’s obvious you don’t want to be near me, so why would I put you through it?” Raising your voice is something you hated doing, but targeting your anger at the man who caused it all was much needed.

“I just went out to get you those chocolates, I don’t see what the problem is.” But he knew what he’d done wrong. After however many years you’d known Yoongi, not once had he admitted he was wrong so quickly. If anything, he’d only confirmed what you first said; he wasn’t sorry at all.

“It doesn’t take four fucking hours to go to the convenience store. You disappear so much now, I never know where you are. I’d thought that on our anniversary you’d want to spend time with me for a change, but you didn’t remember.” He stuttered , fumbling for the words to defend himself with, “Dont bother. You’ve been done with me for a while, it was just never convenient for you to drop me.”

Salty tears burnt your throat as they smeared the mascara you’d applied generously earlier in the evening. Looking at Yoongi was torture. The man who you placed so much faith for your future in was stood before you, clearly unable to defend himself. For the second time, you headed for your bedroom, believing he wouldn’t follow.

When his hand reached your shoulder to turn you around again, the stretching elastic band in your brain snapped, “I told you to get the fuck off of me! All you had to do was be honest with me, and even that much is too hard for you? You’re unbelievable, Yoongi. Just unbelievable.”

“You do know that I’m an adult, right? You’re nobody to stop me from going anywhere, nor do you need to have tabs on me all the time.”

The ignorance of his statement dragged a scoff from your lips, “I never stopped you. You have no idea how worrying it is when I can’t get a hold of you. If there was an emergency you wouldn’t have known any better. You never used to be like this, I just don’t understand!”

Through your blurring tears, you caught Yoongi reaching for you for a third time, “Look, you’re just being hysterical now. Calm down, seriously.”

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You cut his speech from the beginning and leaned over your bed to reach one of his pillows, “Sleep on the couch, on the floor. Wherever, I don’t care. I’m too angry to even look at you. Wherever you were, I hope you had a better night than I did.”

The next morning, you walked out into the crispy air of your apartment to be greeted by a cleaned living space. The dishes from last night were gone, and the pillow you almost threw at Yoongi was rested on top of the folded blanket. A pounding headache had woken you from your disrupted slumber, and trying to remember what had been happened the night before was no remedy.

After you were sure he was gone once again, you thought ahead to reviving your willingness to socialise. In response to Yoongi’s disappearances, you organised a quiet night out with your best friend, on the town. Your attempts to equal his absence would be appreciated by nobody but yourself; perhaps a bit of self-care was what you needed.

Instead of sharing an anniversary meal with your ‘partner’, you treated your best friend to a bigger, more fulfilling meal just out of gratitude. She’d picked you up in your lowest points, and there she was doing it all over again.

Before you left the restaurant, you visited the bathrooms just to retouch your makeup. But in the midst of reapplying gentle blush, you caught your attention on the several jewellery items you were wearing that had been purchased by Yoongi. More coincidentally, the necklace he bought you for your first birthday as a couple and the promise ring he’d given you last year for your second anniversary.

In light of trying to bring yourself to a happier state of mind, you pushed any thoughts of him to the side and focused on the present. As hard as it was, the light humour your friend provided soon distracted you.

An activity both you and your friend enjoyed was walking through Seoul nature parks late at night. Cherry blossoms glowed humbly under moonlight, and the trickling of clear river water set the perfect atmosphere for evening strolls. Luckily, you were within walking distance. It wouldn’t have taken you long to get there.

Your friend had linked her arm with yours to guide you to the park; it was one of her ways of looking after you, making sure you couldn’t stray away from the given path. As you both giggled from another one of her lighthearted jokes, she paused in her track and gazed across the wide city road, “There’s no way that’s Yoongi over there.”

You lined your eyes parallel to hers to observe across the road, where a man and woman stood body to body in a close embrace illuminated by bright cafe lights. It was clear to see their fingers interlaced as the man leaned down to seemingly whisper in her ear. When he stood erect again, the cafe casted a light upon his face so perfect it was clear it was him. It was Yoongi.

“No, where are you going?” Before your friend could say anything to stop you, you turned back for the pedestrian crossing and stormed across with the ocean of moving citizens. In your sudden despair and anger blocked her calling for your name as you ploughed across the road. That’s where he’d been all these times. He’d been with some other woman.

As you approached Yoongi and his new fling, you unfastened the necklace that hung around your neck and slid his promise ring from the base of your finger. They were only bad omens anyway, “So this is where you’ve been? All these fucking times, you’ve been with somebody else?” You confronted him, watching in disgust as he made eye contact with you, “Here, have these back. They’re no use to me anymore.”

Without double-crossing yourself, you threw the jewellery at him, watching it fall the the dirty pavement below. You witnessed as his face fell void of thoughts. If you knew Yoongi, you knew there’d be nothing for him to say. He’d been caught by you, the worst person to be caught by, “Your shit will be outside the apartment. If it’s not gone in 3 days it’s going to charity. Thanks for the heartache, I appreciate it.”

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 4 years

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Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter two

Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world? Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Season: Spring Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader (FT. Best Friend! Seo Changbin) AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU | Genre: Fluff/ Angst Word Count: 4,7K Warnings: Themes of bullying, Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults. Requested: Yes (Reference) A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story, but for imagines purposes only. We all know better than that.

Chan was currently ranting to the principal at how this was more of a punishment to him than it was to anyone else. “I can’t get through her! Even with my motivational speeches!” He cried in frustration to the adult in front of him.

‘Motivational speech my ass.’ Y/n thought to herself as she rolled her eyes.

“…I’ve done nothing wrong to deserve something like-“ “Mister Bang, enough. I’m not used to this behaviour from your side.” The woman said sternly, making Chan sit back down with a huff. “You’re one of our top-class students and you are getting A’s in every class. You’re the perfect candidate to tutor miss Y/l/n and help her earn her diploma.” “But what is it in for me-“ Chan began, but was cut off once again by the principal. “I’m not having this conversation with you right now Mister Bang. I expect that you, as the vice president of your class and year, will help this girl out.”

Y/n could hear the denigration in her voice and she sighed and threw her a fake smile. In the end, Chan would groan and agree to tutor Y/n, but only because the principal told him to. If Y/n were to come to him herself, he would refuse to. He knew that Y/n was stubborn and didn’t listen to what anyone had to say. He thought that she was just awful and she wouldn’t be a good partner to work with.

The two sighed and rolled their eyes at each other after they’ve left the principal’s office. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you. You should’ve gotten a grasp with stuff like this” He would say before he took out his notebook and scribbling down something. He made a list of dates and subjects before pushing the paper into Y/n’s hands.

“These are the days that I’m available, meet me in the library at the agreed time. I don’t have time to change it for you, so you better adjust to it. Now, I have to go to class now. I don’t know about you, but since it’s looking pretty bad for you, I would advise you to follow me.” He snarled before walking off and to his surprise, her following behind him. He heard her fiddle the paper into her pocket as they walked their way through the hallways to their classroom.

All eyes were on them as soon as they walked into the room together.

“Mister Bang, Miss Y/l/n, I’m glad you’re here. Take a seat and open your books on page ninety.” The teacher said before continuing to teach, even though the rest of the students were eye the pair that just walked in together, without scratching each other’s eyes out. The fact that they couldn’t get along was clear, but seeing them walk in just like that was a shock to all of them.

Sooyun was glaring at Y/n, feeling herself turn green from jealousy. She really didn’t want anyone else but herself to be around Chan, when it came to females. She thought that Y/n wasn’t a threat, but it seemed like she had ‘underestimated’ her, as so she thought to herself.

As Sooyun continued to glare at Y/n, she started to laugh to herself. Y/n’s hair was down and messy, she had an earphone hidden behind her hair, so the teacher wouldn’t see, and was staring outside. Sooyun smirked to herself, knowing that Y/n wasn’t competition after all, she wouldn’t stand a chance against the qualities and skill she owned compared to Y/n.

As Y/n was listening to her music, she suddenly was scared out of her mind when a notebook was slammed next to her. She looked up to see Chan sitting down next to her. Y/n eyed him in confusion and asked him what he was doing. “If you would’ve listened to what the teacher has said, you would know that she told us to find a partner and help each other with the following exercises. And since I’m tutoring you after all, why not start now.” Chan sighed uninterested before focussing on his textbook.

Sooyun had no idea what was happening, since she as well didn’t listen to whatever the teacher just said. All she knew was that Chan was giving his attention to some bitch and not to her. The green vision blurred Sooyun’s eyes once again, whilst she glared away once again to where Y/n was sitting. Immediately people around the two started to whisper and eye them as well, but the both of them choose to ignore it.

Whilst Chan was talking about the problem they had to solve, Y/n couldn’t help but stare a little at him. She wondered if there was something behind his current actions.

Was he trying to mess with her? Was he trying to lure her into a filthy trap that would end up in her being beaten up by some idiotic kids? Or was he actually trying to act nice and help her.

Y/n shook her head and remembered that the principal basically forced him to, that he was pretty blunt and rude about the available tutor dates, so she suspected that he was just annoyed by her as usual. Especially since he was pretty much forced into the situation.

She pushed her train of thoughts away and tried to focus on the exercises.

“…I swear, the principal has something evil meaning for this-“ “And I swear if I hear one more thing about Y/n I will have do something evil.” Minho groans. “You’re doing it again Chan.” Jisung mutters. “Doing what?” Chan asks oblivious, making the other three groan in frustration.

“Are you sure you aren’t crushing on her? It sure seems like she’s constantly on your mind.” “Of course I’m not. Why would I like someone like her. She’s no good and we all know that.” Chan states as he angrily sipped on his juice. Felix seemed like he wanted to say something but eventually minded his own business and kept staring at his phone. “And you really don’t think that she doesn’t like you? I mean all the girls already fell for you, it wouldn’t surprise me if she became one of them as well.” Minho smirked. “Do you really think she likes me?” Chan asks. “I mean, she keeps getting in trouble, now you’re assigned to tutor her. There must be something more going on here, right?”

Chan wouldn’t ever think that Y/n liked him. Yes, he had to admit that somewhere in their shared childhood, there was a period where he was quite attracted to her. She never was actually ugly like everyone seemed to call her. Her hair complimented her face nicely and the wild hairdo made her look different from the other girls, as cheap as it sounded, it was true.

But through the years and acts of disinterest, he never thought back on those innocent, child-like emotions he felt back then.

The day ended rather fast for Chan, he had no meetings and his rehearsals were tomorrow. So he packed his bag and walked his way home. It was quite the walk, but he didn’t mind. The sun was shining brightly and it was nice and warm weather for a spring day.

‘These are the days that I’m available, meet me in the library at the agreed time. I don’t have time to change it for you, so you better adjust to it. Now, I have to go to class now. I don’t know about you, but since it’s looking pretty bad for you, I would advise you to follow me.’

The harsh words played in Chan’s mind like a mantra. He cringed to himself as he regretted snarling like that to Y/n. There was no need to. Yes, he was pissed, but she was in this situation with him. It wasn’t like this was actually about him. He wanted to slap himself for being such a twat, but he also couldn’t find it in himself to call her up and apologise, like a decent human being would.

Chan groans once again as he saw that the way to his apartment was blocked off due road constructions. Now he had to walk all the way around to his apartment. And he was even more bummed out when he realised that he would have to make his way through the ‘Yellow Wooden St’. The block was known to be problematic and the people who lived there weren’t in the best circumstances and it wouldn’t be weird if someone felt uncomfortable walking through it, someone like Chan. A guy with quite some money and an expensive laptop stuffed in his backpack.

He took a deep breath before he started to walk again. The ‘conversation’ he and Y/n had earlier once again popped up into his mind. There also would be no way for Chan to contact Y/n, he didn’t had her number. Certainly, he wasn’t going to ask her for it out of the blue, his ego was too big for that for some reason. The disadvantaged area, Chan was walking through, gave him the chills.

People were yelling and screaming. Out of one of the houses, there could be glass shattering against a wall be heard. Chan’s head shot towards the noise and he notices an old ‘fallen’ house. The paint was peeling off, but there was an attracting rose tree in the middle of the garden that was set in bloom. He admired the beauty of it, until he heard another crash and a man yelling gibberish loudly, making Chan snap out of his train of thoughts and keep on walking.

Chan’s parent’s never wanted their son to travel through area’s like this. Because they didn’t know what type of people lived there. They didn’t wanted to sound prejudiced, but they just couldn’t help but feel that way. Chan may have been in that area before, when he was very young, but he wouldn’t remember any other time.

This was one of those moments where Chan would be frustrated with himself. ‘I should’ve taken the car.’ He would sigh as he had another twenty minutes to walk, thanks to the road constructions.

He was glad and relieved when he finally exited the disadvantaged area and was close to his own neighbourhood. Chan felt bad for the people at ‘Yellow Wood’ as people like to call it. They sometimes were forced into a bad circumstance and end up with nothing. He also felt his chest tighten for some reason, he couldn’t come up with an explanation, the bothering and almost suffocating feeling was just there. He tried to shake it off as soon as he walked into his home.

He greeted his family and gave pets to his dog, before disappearing into his room, thinking that music would be something that would make him feel better. He then got a text from Changbin, asking when he was coming to the ‘studio’, which in reality was just Changbin’s place. Chan wanted to get out so he told his friend that he was right on his way.

It was the next morning and Chan was outside of the library, waiting for Y/n to arrive for their tutoring session.

“I can’t believe this girl. It’s past seven O’clock. I could’ve been asleep right now, she’s still not here?” Chan muttered annoyed as he tapped his feet, to show that he was getting (more) impatient. What he didn’t expect was the doors to swung open, revealing a rather tired looking Y/n who looked at Chan in confusion. Him, still trying to catch his breath from the jump scare, looked back at Y/n in confusion. “What- You were here already?” He asked when his breath steadied. “Yeah, C’mon in. It’s chilly.” She says before disappearing again. Chan didn’t hesitate to follow her and smiled slightly when the warmth of the indoors atmosphere greeted him.

“How come you’re here so early?” Chan asked her, still confused as hell. “I don’t know, I just was here.” She responded with a yawn. “What, did you spend the night here?” He scoffed jokingly, which soon turned into a confused ‘huh’, when Y/n hummed a yes in responds.

Chan didn’t bother to ask any further and went to work as soon as they sat down. Both of them were kind of laying onto the table as they tried to work this tutoring session out. Chan was surprised at how serious she actually was, even though she didn’t look like it, at all. There were no snappy comebacks, no insults, no fighting and Chan was glad that she didn’t do that to him so early in the morning. She noticed his confusion and told him: “It’s because I’m tired as hell, don’t get used to it.”

Chan was yet again surprised when Y/n actually worked out the exercises on her own. When she didn’t understand, he would point out the main problem and then, she just got it. It blew his mind away. It made him think back about the comment Minho said. ‘Maybe she is doing this because she likes me.’ Chan thought to himself.

When she finished up all of her exercises and they were all correct as well, after he had revised them. He couldn’t help but feel bewildered.

Why would she need his help?

These exercises were final exam level and she just finished them, just like that. She seemed to understand everything.

He wasn’t going to ask, because she must’ve known the answers beforehand, right?

When it was nine o’clock, the two headed to class and Y/n would return to her ‘normal’ self. Chan now was wondering to himself what was fake. The whole ‘mysterious delinquent’ act, or the ‘nice, kind Y/n at tutoring’ act. He had just seen a whole different side of her and he was just too shocked by it, that he was even absentminded that day. He didn’t notice Sooyun touching and clinging onto him, not that she minded. She was actually quite glad, since Chan wasn’t really affectionate towards her.

His friends also seemed to notice the change in behaviour of their friend. When he wouldn’t even responds to them calling him, they knew he was far gone. “…he just keeps staring at her as well. I really think there is something going on between those two.” Minho suspected as he looked back and forth between Chan and Y/n. “Who are you talking about?” Sooyun asks curiously, earning a groan from Minho. “None of your business.” He muttered back, turning away from her. She would simply huff and rest her head on Chan’s shoulder.

“Channie, where were you this morning? I came to your place, so we could walk to school together, but your parents said you were gone already.” She tried to ask cutely as she fiddled with them fabric of his shirt. Chan didn’t even hear or notice her presence. Y/n seemed to have clouded his mind and he was trying to find a way to make it stop.

He couldn’t concentrate, he couldn’t focus on what the teacher was trying to tell him and besides all of that he now felt this girl clinging onto him as if he was her favourite stuffed animal.

He pushed her gently off and started to write down the notes the teacher had written down, which he also didn’t notice until now. Sooyun could only huff yet again as she pouted and rested her chin on her hand. Instead of writing down the teacher’s notes, she was wondering who was on Chan’s mind, because it was clearly not her.

Chan’s day finally ended. He had countless meetings, which he hated to attend as vice president and his swimming training fortunately just ended and now it was time for him to go home. He greeted his friends goodbye before he made his way to his locker to collect his stuff. His hair was still damp and smelled like chlorin. As Chan walked by the music room, he noticed that the door was cracked open. He couldn’t help but stop and peek to see who was inside, maybe it was Misses Yu who always had great music advice for him.

But he was dazed when he saw Y/n sitting behind a piano, a teacher’s laptop in front of her and papers surrounding her that looked like music sheets. Chan didn’t notice that he had walked into the room, until he made eye contact with Y/n who jumped in shock by Chan’s sudden presence. He didn’t hear her ask what he was doing here, which left him looking like a freak as he just stared at her. Yet, in reality, he was wondering what she was playing, because it sounded very familiar. He just could barely make out what song it was, since he heard too little of it.

“I know I’m not supposed to be here after school, no need to scold me. I’m not in the mood for that. Besides misses Yu said that it was fine, using her music room, so no need to snitch on me.” She sighed as she picked up her stuff and brushed pass him. Chan was still speechless, the notes that she played were still repeating themselves into his mind. Besides them sounding familiar, they sounded warm and romantic. Almost as if it was a love song out of a movie.

As soon as he snapped out of his wandering thoughts, he spun around and went to follow her, but when he arrived outside, she had already hopped on her motor and left. Chan sighed to himself and went to his car to go home, not bothering to walk all the way back to his locker.

Whilst driving, he still couldn’t help but wonder what made him hate her. He was a douchebag to her, he couldn’t deny, but besides that, he had no idea. He was curious and just wanted to know.

“Wow what the fuck!” Chan yelled when he suddenly saw Changbin laying ‘seductively’ and quite on his bed with the lights earlier turned off and an evil smirk. “You’ve returned home Christopher.” He whispered in a creepy voice, making Chan’s body shiver. “Please stop that. I will throw your small ass out of the window.” “Alright, I’ll stop. What’s up?” “Nothing much, how about you?” Chan asked as he put his stuff away. “Nothing much either. Oh! I can’t stay too long by the way. I have plans tonight.” Changbin announced as he laid back on Chan’s bed. “Does someone has a date?” Chan asks with wiggling eyebrows.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Changbin scoffed, throwing one of the pillows to Chan’s face. “No, I have this friend who has some problems. So I’m helping out a little.” “Ah I see.” Chan murmured, sounding uninterested in his friend as his mind wandered off for the umpteenth time that day. “What is up with you, Jisung already told me that you have been away from this world all day? Is there someone perhaps on your mind?” Changbin teased with wiggling eyebrows, earning a groan from Chan. “Now you’re even sounding like them.” He muttered under his breath, making his younger friend laugh.

“Then there must be a sense of truth if everyone is saying it.” Changbin smirked, but instead of Chan saying something. He pulled out his gear and started to work on some music, which he went to Changbin’s place for, instead of being bothered and teased by yet another one of his friends.

“Have you made some new melodies yet?” Chan asked Bin, who started tp wander off with his productiveness after hours of basically staring at their computer screens. “I’m stuck. I can’t concentrate.” Changbin exclaimed. “Me neither.” Chan sighed. “I’ve noticed. I mean, you’re used to seeing me procrastinating, but I’ve never seen you so off.” “Yeah, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.” Chan responded whilst rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes.

‘I’m blaming you Y/n.’ He said to himself as he sighed.

Suddenly, the doorbell was heard through the apartment and the two exchanged a confused look. Chan went to see who it was, because Jisung had plans with Felix today, meaning he wasn’t able to come to produce. ‘Maybe Felix ditched him again?’ Chan wondered. But to his surprise, but not really, here Sooyun was, standing in front of him.

“Hi Channie!” She chirped as she invited herself inside. “Sooyun what are you-“ “I brought you some food! I thought that we could have some dinner together! I do have to refry it, so you just sit and I-“ “Sooyun, you’re not coming at a pleasant time. I’m busy.” Chan stated in annoyance. “But you should take at least a break! I made you your favourite! We could sit on the couch and listen to some music! I can even make you some desert, I found this new recipe-“ “Sooyun, really. Your intentions are meant well, but I don’t want anyone else, besides Changbin around right now, okay?” “But-“ “Please go. We’ll do this another time I guess.” He sighed, not wanting to deal with her right now.

That’s not what she heard though. ‘We’ll do this another time.’ Was the only thing that was currently repeating itself through her mind. “That’s fine! We’ll make it a date! Text me when you’re free!” She winked as she chirped a goodbye whilst leaving the place. Without being even able to argue back, she was already gone.

Chan closed the door tiredly before returning to his bedroom, where Changbin was already packing up his stuff. “I have to go home, my mom and my friend are probably waiting for me already, since it’s nine o ‘clock as well.” Bin yawned before hugging his friend goodbye as well, leaving Chan all alone. His family wasn’t coming home until late, so here Chan was once again, with his mind wandering off.

Y/n not able to leave his mind.

In the meantime, Changbin had already arrived back home and he was greeted by laughter that was heard from the kitchen area. He smiled to himself, because he knew how much his mother loved his friend. She even asked him if he hadn’t had any romantic feelings towards her.

He admitted that he had a huge soft spot for her, but he’s never been in love with her, romantically. He was in love with her compassion, her kindness and many other traits she owned, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he loved her in a romantic way.

“Hi mom!” He said with a smile as he went to greet his mother. “Hello dear, how did the producing go?” She asks after she regained her breath from laughing so much. “It went fine, we didn’t got too much done. Anyway, hi Dumpling.” Changbin chuckled as he rubbed his cheek onto hers cutely. “How did you know we made dumplings for dinner- they’re in the oven?” His mother asks confused, making Bin and Y/n laugh. “No, mom I meant Y/n. I call her ‘Dumpling’, because she has cute cheeks.” He giggled. “Yeah, and he’s my Rat Tat, it’s self-explanatory.” She teased, sticking out her tongue as well, making Changbin dramatically act hurt. “This is how I’m treated mother, every single day.” He ‘cried’ out to her. “You must’ve deserved it.” She teased, making Y/n squeal in laughter, earning a huff from her best friend.

“Alright, alright. Safe the rest of the chit chat for later, let’s set up the table and eat!” His mother chirped before getting the food ready.

“So, how is CB97 doing?” She asked her best friend. For some reason Changbin never called Chan by his real name when he was with Y/n. Because one, he was rarely mentioned. Two, Y/n only knew ‘Chan’ from Changbin’s perspective as ‘CB97’, also known as his producing partner. And lastly, it honestly never came to Changbin’s mind to mention ‘CB97’s’ real name, which was Chan.

Who also happened to be the twat vice president Y/n has always been complaining about, who also never thought about mentioning Chan’s name to that title.

“He’s doing well, I guess. He was a little weird today, but, when isn’t he?” He laughed. “Did you make something new?” She added. “Well, we made some new lyrics, but I couldn’t come up with a new melody.” He sighed as he sat back in his chair. “Well, lucky for you! I finished your last melody!” She clapped her hands excitedly as she went to grab her bag, Changbin’s eyes following her in expectation. When she went to sit behind the keyboard Changbin owned and started to play, her best friend listened attentive to the beautiful warm melody his friend had come up with.

“That was beautiful.” He exclaimed. “When I said that I could help you with your music, I didn’t lie Bin.” She chuckled as she handed the music sheets to Changbin. “It’s a bummer that you can’t practice more.” “I know, I was at misses Yu’s music room today, and our vice president ‘caught’ me and kind of kicked me out.” “He did? But don’t you have permission to play there?” Changbin ask confused. “I know and he did, but also kind of didn’t since I walked out myself. I wasn’t feeling like getting scolded for the fourth time that day.” She sighed as she laid back on her friend’s bed. “What now?” He asked before preparing himself for rant from his friend.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been feeling weird lately.” Was all she said to Changbin’s surprised. “What’s on your mind then?” “That’s the thing, I don’t know. A lot happened these days and I don’t know how to process it first of all and I also don’t really know what to do with all of this.” She sighed. “What happened?” He added. “Well, the principal made me take tutoring classes, with my annoying vice president as my tutor, which he flipped over and it was very dramatic and pretty much not worth it. But I still will have to do it, otherwise I won’t get my diploma and you know how much I want to get out of this place.” She ranted, earning a nod from her friend who was listening to every word patiently.

“And well, he said some really low stuff and I was so taken aback by them at first that I didn’t know what to say and well, I don’t know. Here we are I guess?”

“Whatever that twat has told you Dumpling. You’re doing great! Your skills in music, first of all have developed so much, the music industry doesn’t know what will hit him.” Changbin joked as he went to sit next to her beside her legs.

“Thanks Rat Tat-“ “Way to ruin the moment,” He muttered as he stood up. She whined and grabbed his leg and pulled him back down, so that he was now laying next to her. Y/n hugged his side and held him tightly. “Thanks Binnie, you always know what to say.” She whispered sweetly. “Your welcome Y/n.” He whispered back as he returned the hug.

The two would lay there for some longer before Changbin offered to play some video games and to order some midnight snacks, which were usually French fries and chicken, even though the two of them just ate.

The person who lost the most Mario Cart rounds had to pay for all of them. But even though Y/n lost, Changbin wanted to cheer her up and paid for the food and he even secretly ordered her favourite boba, earing himself yet another bone crushing hug.

But it was all worth it, she was his best friend after all.

Gif isn’t mine.

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imaginedisish · 5 years

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Noise Pollution (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: Heyyoooo. This took me waaayy too long to write lol. But, here it is!!! (It’s based on an anon request about present-day!colin being super into conspiracy theories, so he and the reader talk ab them. I kinda took it in a different, but similar direction) The title is based off of a Portugal the Man song. It’s a bop go listen. Ight it’s 12am where I’m at and I gotta wake up at 6 tomorrow so GN GUYS! Stefan fluff tomorrow...get ready :) (once again thank you for all the love xxxxxx)

Summary: Present-day!Colin and the reader meet after an English lecture at university, and they quickly hit things off. (lots of fluff...and getting high)

Warnings: Drug use, some language, pretty much it! oh FLUFFFFFF <3 (au)

Word Count: 1,857

Tick, tock, tick tock.

Time passed by slowly as you stared down the clock, waiting for the weekend to begin. You felt as though the longer you stared at hands, the slower the clock moved. English was your favorite class. It had to be, since you were an English major, but the week had felt so long. You needed to relax. You needed a break.

“Now can anyone tell me how Austen displays the separation and disconnect between class through Harriet and Emma’s relationship?” You professors asks, his eyes glossing over the bored class. He knows he’s losing the his student’s attention as the grasp of the weekend reaches into the minds of each individual student.

You look over at the blonde boy a few seats down from you, his feet resting on top of the empty chair in front of him as he clearly dies of disinterest. He adjusts the silver frames resting on the bridge of his nose, and rolls his eyes at the professor’s question.

“Mr, Ritman,” Your professor calls out, annoyed. The blonde boy’s eyes perk up. “You clearly have an opinion, care to take the floor?”

“Not really, mate. But thanks for asking.” The sarcasm in the boy’s voice is evident.

And inexplicably sexy, you think to yourself. Giggles drift throughout the classroom at his response, and you can’t help but smirk along with the rest of your peers.

“I want an answer, Ritman. Or else,” your professor pauses for dramatic effect, “I’m failing you for the remained of the semester.” The blonde boy rolls his eyes once again, and sits up appropriately in his seat.

“Emma is a know it all twat who thinks marrying off her less fortunate friend to some filthy rich wanker is going to solve all her problems,” the blonde boy quickly rambles. He then pauses, collecting his thoughts.

“Language, Mr. Ritman,” your professor reprimands.

Then he continues on. “Emma has independence due to her personal wealth. Harriets lacks the social status of Emma, therefore limiting her independence and choices in society, thus highlighting the unfair advantages of the upper class during the time period.” Everything he says is so nonchalant, yet so intelligent. The whole class is in awe of his statement.

The blonde boy has a brain, you think to yourself.

“And would you look at the time! Class dismissed!” The blonde boy stands as he says this, motioning for the rest of the class to stand as well. The room bursts into a booming laughter.

“Not so fast, everyone. Your Jane Austen test will be on Monday. Prepare yourselves accordingly,” Your professor says finally, as your peers rush out of the lecture hall and into the arms of the weekend.

Unlike your classmates, you take your time getting your things together. You carefully place your laptop in your bag, then throwing your heavy backpack over your shoulders. You begin to walk down the stairs.

“I like your shirt,” You hear from behind you. The voice is familiar. You turn around.

Blonde boy.

“Th-thanks,” you stutter, caught off guard by his compliment.

“The Strokes are a brilliant band. Julian Casablancas fucking shreds,” The blonde boy smirks, looking down at your shirt.

“Yeah, they really are,” you say, smiling, starting to feel much more confident.

“Colin, Colin Ritman,” Blonde boy says, extending a hand out towards you. You accept the gesture, putting your hand in his.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You say to him, he nods in response, pulling his hand away from yours.

“Well, (Y/N), what else do you listen to?” Colin questions, walking ahead of you. You catch up to him.

“Oh, well I love David Bowie!” You exclaim, a smile plastered on your face. David Bowie really got you going, you loved that man and all his music.

“He’s a pretty amazing guy,” Colin says, opening the door for you. You two walk out of the bland lecture hall. “You ever listen to Arcade Fire? They worked with Bowie a couple years back.”

“Yes! I absolutely love them! Bowie produced their Reflektor album,” You say back, your smile growing by the second.

You two continue to walk around the hallways of the building, talking about bands like LCD Soundsystem, Arctic Monkeys, Nirvana, The Beatles, and your shared loved for new wave.

“Look I know we just met and I’m probably just some cocky bloke to you, but would you wanna,” Colin pauses, tensing up, scratching the back of his neck, “hangout or something? We can go back to my place.” Butterflies flutter around your stomach excitedly.

“I’d love that,” You say, and Colin grins and relaxes. You two walk side by side, your arm occasionally brushing against his. You two talk the entire way to his flat.

“So what made you chose to be an English major?” Colin asks, arching a brow in your direction.

“I love literature. I hope to be an author some day,” You say back to him. He smiles at you, admiring your passion. “What about you?”

“For fun, quite honestly. I’m a video game programmer and designer,” Colin answers. “I work for an up and coming company called Tuckersoft.”

“That’s amazing!” You’re awestruck. He was so intelligent, so witty, so ambitious, so attractive. His blonde hair was practically translucent in the sunlight. His blue eyes shimmered, collecting rays from the sun as if it was what they were created to do.

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. You had always admired Colin from afar in class, but now you two were actually interacting. There was something special about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

You two walked a short way more before stopping in front of a tall high rise.

“This is the place,” Colin says. You two head inside, and up to his floor.

His apartment was spotless, something you didn’t expect at all. He seemed like a slacker. Everything had an organized, designated place. It was gorgeous, modern, clean lines and vibrant colors everywhere.

“Your apartment is beautiful.” You walk over to a large bookshelf, searching through Colin’s extensive collection. Fahrenheit 451, The Great Gatsby, Richard III, The Scarlet Letter, Crime and Punishment, and many more classics adorn his wide range of novels. He even had some collections of Sylvia Plath’s poetry, which happened to be your very favorite. You select one, and skim through carefully.

On the top of the bookshelf is Colin’s record collection. He had everything from The Beatles, to Radiohead, to Queen, to Lou Reed, to Arcade Fire, and more. It was the biggest collection you had ever seen.

“Quick question,” Colin asks. You hear a lighter click behind you. “Do you smoke?” A joint rests in between Colin’s index finger and thumb. You nod. Colin smiles, and lights the joint. He plops himself down on the couch, and puts the blunt precariously in between his lips, inhaling deeply. He motions for you to sit down next to him.

You sit next to him, Colin passes you the joint. You part your lips, carefully placing the joint in the gap you created. You inhale slowly, relaxing into your high.

“Want some music?” Colin asks, his eyes now slightly bloodshot.

“Play some Beatles,” you say, allowing your eyes to fall closed.

“Good call,” Colin responds, standing up, and walking over to his bookshelf. You open your eyes to see which record he selects. You watch as he picks up The White Album, and you can’t help but giggle lightly. “What’s so funny? The White Album isn’t good enough?”

“No, it’s just,” you laugh heavily now, taking another hit from the joint, “Paul is dead. You know, Revolution 9?” Colin joins in and giggles with you, creating a chorus of laughter.

“I love conspiracy theories,” Collin says, setting up the record, placing the needle on the now spinning vinyl. Back in the USSR starts up, and you hum in pleasure. Colin sits back down next to you, and you pass the joint back to him. “Wanna shotgun?”

You’re taken back for a moment, and Colin could tell. “If you aren’t comfortable we don’t have to do that, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to make you feel-,”

“No,” you giggle. “I was just shocked that you finally asked, I didn’t think you were going to.”

Colin smiles and nods, taking a big hit from the blunt. He leans into you, and presses his lips against yours. You part your lips, and Colin does the same, blowing the smoke into your mouth. You suck it in carefully, and he presses another kiss against your lips before pulling away.

“How was that, love?” Colin coos.

“Perfect,” You whisper back.

You two continue to talk through the entire first side of the record, practically ignoring the fact that it’s on.

“What if we’re living in some simulation, (Y/N),” Colin says, bringing up the topic of conspiracy theories yet again. He adjusts his glasses as he awaits your answer.

“I mean if we play games like The Sims, someone has to be playing us in some universe, right?” You state, matter of factly.

“That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time!” Colin practically shouts, his excited state making you giggle. “Free will is a construct, so is time. It’s all consumerist bullshit. Noise pollution, ya know? All talk, no real proof of any existence or truth.”

“That whole “time” thing you just said, it isn’t even a theory, it’s a fact,” You state confidently.

“Exactly. Society forces time upon us. It’s used to keep us in line, you know?” You nod, agreeing with him as he rambled on.

After a while, you feel your eyes begin to grow heavy. You rest your head against Colin’s chest. You two had stopped talking about conspiracy theories, and he switched the record from The White Album to Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me by The Cure as per your request. You didn’t want to have to hear Revolution 9, and Colin thought it was adorable that you were so scared of a song.

You two just sit there, resting on the couch, taking your newfound relationship in. You listen to Colin’s heart beat heavily in his chest. Every now and then he takes a deep breath, the sound making your stomach somersault.

“Hey Colin?” You call out, as if you don’t know where he is.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?” Colin replies.

“I think I’m in like with you,” You say, laughing and closing your eyes. Colin suddenly brings a hand up to the nape of your neck, and he begins to play with your hair. His free arm wraps around you, keeping you pressed against his body.

“I think I’m in like with you too, (Y/N),” Colin purrs. “You wanna stay over? We don’t have to do anything, we can just keep doing this.”

“I’d like that a lot,” You say back, looking up at Colin, a wide smile stretching across his face.

You two stayed there, in Colin’s apartment, together, all weekend, free from “the noise pollution” of the “consumerist lies” of the London streets below.

It was the beginning of something beautiful.

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translightyagami · 5 years

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Lawlight (for prompts list) 41, 53, 93

(this fic is in the same hotel au as the previous prompt, so go read that before you read this one!!)

How it started, Light couldn’t forget. In the long swelledhallway between the hotel’s conference room and the lobby, where those crystallinewindows reaching to the vaulted ceiling let in near-white panels of sunlightcast over sleek, just cleaned wood flooring, he had turned with surprise when Ltapped his shoulder. Light stood centered in the hallway with a crest of redacross his cheeks after running from the lobby. Embarrassment, in hisrecollection, consumed him. After his entire life at his family’s hotel—doing chores,waiting on people who gave him less notice than God, smiling from every praisethat did come—he should have known better than to have been so shocked to seeL.

But that wasn’t the start. Those events—the prance of antagonisticflirtation they’d shared in his late teens and L’s early twenties, his hollowchest as seasons passed without the detective’s usual visit to the hotel, thecoat that slipped from his hands the moment he saw once again L’s slouchedfigure—were set dressing. As they stood staring at each other in the hall, snowmelted and dripped from Light’s coat that L clutched between knobby hands. Lightstepped back and then forward again. L lifted the coat.

“You dropped this,” he said. “It’s a little soggy, if I’m being honest.”

“I was having a walk.” Light cast his gaze on L’s dirtyshoes, his jeans, and the unfamiliar but warm looking sweater wrapping up his torso—lankyin a way that he’d never outgrown. “Just around the property, before the snowgets too thick. I’d suggest it, but you’re not much for outdoor activity, hm?”

“I’d be open to it.” L tilted his head, one long strand ofhis dark hair brushing the tiny uptilt of his otherwise Roman nose. “Winterbrings out something in me that Watari calls spritely. I think he means that Ibehave childishly when snow appears, which is true enough. What is moreyouthful than a long walk with a friend through nippy weather?”

This startled a rough laugh from Light, who found small joyin the words L obviously picked up from his time around an older whiteEnglishman. Smiling in return, L shook the coat free of leftover snow. Itclumped onto the floor and sunk into a clear puddle, sure to be derided byLight’s mother later for ruining the wood varnish. L raised the coat up andwith one hand, held the front flap open for Light like a doorway into his ownsilk lined clothing.

Quiet pulsed through Light’s blood and he moved withoutsound in his ears. In his deafness, Light slipped first his left arm and then hisright into the coat as L lifted and angled the garment until it finally heldall of Light. His skin blazed at each wool-blunted brush of L’s hands. The coatwas at once delicate while held aloft, and then a pound of bricks once Lsettled it on Light’s shoulders. At that moment, Light knew a shift occurred thatcouldn’t be taken back, that could never be undone or twisted free of hisspirit. The shift was unnamed when it happened and as L patted him, swung toLight’s side and started them back toward the lobby, he lost track of thesensation which moved him so much until that night. He lay in bed, bare skinsizzling, and knew that what changed was the power between he and L.

Power was something Light noticed in the world from a youngage, and now as a young man, power was something he coveted. Not in the ways hesaw many guests covet power with their secrets and deception—though he loved agood hat trick, done exquisitely—and not in the way people outside the hotelslavered over small title changes and bigger offices. When Light desired power,he wanted the bend of will that made others turn to him, made them ask hisfavor. He saw that power in his father, a man who unwillingly retired from hispolice work after not taking bribes from a powerful gang that the rest of hisforce seemed eager to please. His father ran the entire hotel on his earnest,firm, and forthright power that even the most slippery of guests respectedabove their scruples.

In L holding his coat out and Light letting himself bedressed, Light knew that where power once rested in an equal measure betweenthem was now an unstable factor. It was just like L, who clouded Light’sthoughts more than anyone, to perform an act of waiting on the man serving himand somehow suffuse his movements with gentle yet excruciating dominance. Thatcoat, held open and worn warmly, was where everything started—a point ofsubmission for Light to allow another man to serve him, a point of command forL to dictate what the service was.

Light rested his hand on the crown of L’s dark hair andtwined his fingers through it. Every bobbed motion as he licked across Light’scunt and small cock brought with it a low, rumbled sound. Those sounds rangedbetween fervent gulps and softer gasps, both of which vibrated though Light ashe imagined thunder rattled the clouds. He pushed L further down, rocked hiships into the wet kisses layered upon his center, his thighs, and for a briefmoment, his asshole. The sensation stunned him in how delicate the flick of L’stongue was, how his muscles fluttered in response and wanted more.

“Oh, fuck!” Light hummed, sweat on his cheeks trickling anddissolving salt onto his lips. “Don’t stop.”

When they’d kissed in the dining room, Light imagined beingswept into the same bent over position as the previous night. Although he wasn’topposed to fucking again—his exhilaration that they both reached ages andmindsets ready enough to copulate overshadowed any logical thought—the dullache haunting his pelvis and cunt after being rammed for longer than they wereused to made him beg off penetration. Still, he didn’t expect L to listen. Theystumbled into L’s room of one-oh-eight with Light knocking over an ornamentalvase in his haste to break open the bedside drawer for lube. L grasped his fumblinghands, took them from the drawer and set them on Light’s chest, pressed downfirmly by L’s own cool fingers.

As the same mouth devoured him below, Light shut his eyesand recalled it whispering into his ear to stay still and let L get things.Wildfire across his skin rekindled the surrender of slipping one arm afteranother into a held open coat and Light lay back, unbuttoning himself until hisclothes puddled on the familiar green sheets every hotel bed wore. L going downon him was just the first in their evening excitement and while his own insidesprotested penetration, L had, of course, known a perfect alternative.

“If you’re up for it,” he had said. “I’ve been thinking ofthat lovely cock you wore the other night, and what a shame it didn’t get used.”

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