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scarlettriot · 3 years

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For All The Uterus Owners

What the MHA boys do to make you feel better during that time of the month when you are in absolute PAIN!

Warning: 18+ content below the cut. Mentions of sexy times. And period things, obviously. Mild cursing. 18 and under DNI

A/N: Yes, I am projecting. No, I don't care a single bit.

Midoriya

. This man knows your cycle better than you do!

. It might seem annoying but Midoriya just uses all the knowledge he's gathered to make it this time as comfortable as it possibly can be.

. During the days leading up to your period, he will stock up on all your favorite snacks, make sure the heating pad is easily accessible and he buys pain meds in bulk!

. Throughout your period, Midoriya will do little things to make your day easier.

. He'll always make sure you have a glass of water because hydration is important.

. He will throw your towel in the dryer while you shower so it's warm when you're done.

. Absent minded massages for your shoulders, feet, legs, chest. Things like that.

. "I just want you to be as comfortable as you can, doll."

. He knows when your worst days are and will do whatever he can to make them less painful. If you're irritable and want him to fuck off, he will. If you want cuddled until you're sick of him, he'll do that too!

. Hero work will come up but he does his best to check in with you in case you need him to bring anything home.

. The one thing he hasn't ever been too comfortable with is sex during this time. He's tried, poor man really has but he just cannot.

. But, he knows how much it can help SO! Whatever toys you want, he'll get them. You want dirty talk or phone sex, he'll be at the top of his game! Anything to help you, during this time, he doesn't give a single crap about his own pleasure.

. He will pounce on you the moment it's over though and I hope you didn't plan on walking anywhere in the days that follow.

Bakugo

. He might seem like he doesn't pay attention to these things but the man knows.

. He doesn't think about picking up pain meds or putting new batteries in the heating pad but without fail, you can find your favorite snack well stocked just before you're due to start.

. It might have taken him some getting used to but Bakugo has come to the decision (begrudgingly) that while you're on your period YOU are the one who gets to be full of sass and attitude.

. He does try his best to temper his anger around you during this time. He has his slip-ups but he's trying to not make you more irritable than you already are.

. That doesn't mean he lets you get away with shit though.

. You're still drinking that water he's brought you.

. You have to eat something other than sweats and salty treats.

. You're also are not allowed to miss that meeting for work.

. If you're cuddling, he will pop off tiny little explosions to heat his palms and rest them over your lower abdomen, your back, or your chest. Whatever is aching.

. If you suggest a little sexy time might help relieve a certain ache he'll be more than happy to aid you. But, HE will only suggest it if you're being particularly sassy, complaining too much.

. "Cramps bothering you? Bet I can make you forget about 'em."

. Bakugo will take it as a personal challenge to make you forget about the pain your damn uterus is causing you. The only one allowed to make you feel sore is him, damn it!

Todoroki

. This poor guy...

. Todoroki obviously knew what periods were, he has a sister but he didn't KNOW about them until he lived in the dorms of UA. (I headcanon that Ochaco had very, very bad cramps one day and missed training and when he asked Midoriya why she didn't go to Recovery Girl to fix it they decided it was time for an educational meeting).

. They're still a mystery to him for the most part. He knows they hurt you, make you double over in pain sometimes and it's not the kind of pain that can be healed through a quirk.

. He knows you like certain foods and that snuggling against his warm side makes you feel better.

. With his father's credit card, he will buy you whatever food you like. Tell you to book a day at the spa or whatever it is that will make you feel better.

. He's shocked you don't usually accept his offer and would rather just stay in, cuddling against him instead. Not that he minds after a long day of hero work.

. Todoroki will regulate his heat until you are comfortable, you practically pulling his leg across you and using him as your personal heating pad.

. "This can't be comfortable for you. Please, let me just get you something that's meant to help you."

. He has a hard time understanding that he is your favorite and that this actually is comfortable.

. You'll have to explain to him there are other things only he could do to help you too...you'll really have to explain it to him too.

. He's willing to give you what you need though as long as it gets rid of some of your pain.

. He is going to suggest doing it in the shower though, hoping to avoid making too much of a mess.

Kaminari

. Yeah, I think Kaminari is too scatterbrained to actually remember when your time of the month is. He picks up on the subtle changes in your mood quickly though when it's coming.

. When he does realize though, he's at the store that very day throwing literally EVERYTHING and ANYTHING in the cart that even has the possibility of making you feel better.

. From food to medication, to stuffed animals, to video games, to board games... it's all going in the cart.

. This is how you ended up with the life-sized teddy bear that now sits in the corner of your room...

. Take-out happens every single night. He'd try and cook if you asked him but you know that's probably safer to just let him be generous and order in.

. Big time promoter of snuggles!

. Big time promoter of period sex!

. "It helps! Or, that's what I've been told... I'm just sayin' we could give it a shot!"

. And it did help. Because of that, it is now one of the first things he suggests doing when you are even just a smidge irritable.

. You can chuck the life-sized bear at him. He won't take it personally.

. It might come off as annoying but, he does everything he can to get you feeling wonderful again. Expending all his efforts on you. Doing everything he can to be a buzzy distraction and get you to smile.

Kirishima

. Not nearly as detailed as Midoriya is but also not as aloof as Bakugo. Kirishima cares about you and your health and he sure as hell isn't afraid to show it.

. He'll take a peak where he knows you store your feminine products a few days before you're due to start and then go out to the store to pick up anything you might be running low on. You seriously haven't had to buy anything for yourself. He learned after like two months of dating.

. While there, he will also make sure you have plenty of snacks as well as actual food for meals because keeping your energy up is just as important as making sure you're comfortable.

. When he isn't off being the sturdy hero he is, he's your comfort hero at home.

. Wrapping you both up in the heated blanket, he has to stick a leg out so he doesn't overheat but he'll be damned if he gives up cuddles just because he's a little warm.

. During this time, Kirishima will do everything he can to make sure you aren't lifting a finger! He's had cramps before, in his legs and arms from working out and his several growth spurts, he can't imagine how you deal with them month after month!

. He'll offer to do just about anything for you normally but that goes double when it's your time of the month.

. Massages are his favorite way to help you though. They usually always turn into something more not that either of you complains.

. He will let you take the lead every single time.

. "Just tell me what I can do to help. Whatever you need, pebble, just tell me."

. That statement is always said multiple times over the course of your period but with different contexts.

. Going to the store, running you a bath, getting medicine from the pantry, dicking you down until you're speechless... you know, whatever you need.

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okayshin · 4 years

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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs

✉ how they choose their darling

⤹ yandere!au

⤹ ft. bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, shinsou, todoroki

⤹ tw. stalking, drugging, typical yan things

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ >

═══ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ

▹ bakugou is very particular about who he chooses to spend his time with, and who he fixates on

▹ he’s very good at hiding his interest in others

▹ it takes a lot for someone to see through whatever facade he may create

▹ bakugou wouldn’t pick someone he doesn’t know well

▹ he’d hide behind calling them an idiot, dumbass, or other rude things, but if anyone knows bakugou, they’d understand these are basically terms of endearment

▹ he’d make it a point to have himself around you as often as he can without making it suspicious or weird

▹ he’s smart. he’d be able to watch you without anyone realizing it

▹ bakugou doesn’t take chances, though. if he thinks he’d be at risk by stalking you, he can hold himself off for a day or so until he feels comfortable again

══

Bakugou loved watching you. He’d never admit it to anyone but himself. Watching you made him feel something. His heart race, his pulse quicken, his stomach churn- call it love, or whatever the fuck else you could lable it as, but he liked the feeling. He liked the adrenaline that coursed through his veins when you’d do your homework in the common area, and not notice his lingering stare from across the room. He liked when you would bring your pencil to your lips, and how you chewed on the eraser with your brows furrowed. Momo studied with you, pointing at something on the paper before explaining it with hand gestures while your brows only furrowed further until there was a hard crease.

He wanted to take his thumb and work the crease away. He wanted to be the one to help you with your homework. He wanted to be the one to guide you through any problems you may come across in life. He wanted to protect you from the world.

But not now. Not today. The time isn’t right. Soon, maybe. But not now.

═══ ᴋɪʀɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ᴇɪᴊɪʀᴏ

▹ kirishima inserts himself in your life in any way he can

▹ he’s very good at making you feel comfortable around him

▹ he can guide conversation in ways you can’t fathom, and there’s never a dull moment when he’s around

▹ he’s great at making you smile and laugh

▹ kirishima cherishes your smile

▹ he does his best to make sure he’s the reason you’re smiling. that he’s the reason you’re laughing. that he’s the reason you’re happy

▹ he’s not as sneaky as bakugou. he can’t plan like bakugou can, but he’s good at other things

▹ he knows you trust him and he plays on that trust. sometimes he slips things in your drinks or food. makes sure you’re knocked out before he decides to visit you in your room at night

▹ kirishima is self-aware, though. he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. he knows he shouldn’t feel that way he does. but he just. can’t. stop.

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Kirishima pulled his lip between his teeth, hands clenching and unclenching themselves into fists. He tastes metal, and for a moment forgets whose door he’s outside of in favor of wiping at his lip, pulling his hand back to see dots of red decorating the tips of his fingers. God, he should just leave, right? That shit he gave you should be well on its way through your system. You’ll be waking up saying you just had the best sleep ever and it’s all because of him.

He makes a face, wiping what little blood remained away and taking a deep breath. It would be wrong to intrude on your sleep, even if nothing would be able to wake you up. An invasion of privacy. But really, nothing stopped him from doing it before tonight.

What’s stopping him from seeing you one more time?

═══ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ

▹ midoriya writes down everything about you

▹ he knows your schedule better than you do, and often has to remind you what comes next in your day-to-day life

▹ he makes sure you’ve eaten. makes sure you’re feeling well. checks on you when you go through your rigorous hero training

▹ midoriya listens to your problems, and sucks up to you in any little way he can, just to prove he is the perfect little friend for you

▹ he can be your therapist, your companion, your anything.

▹ but most importantly, he wants to be your hero

▹ midoriya is a dirty dirty boy

▹ and he wants you to know he’s the only person you need

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Midoriya grinned behind his notebook, watching you stretch from the couch with a yawn and a nudge to Jirou with your foot. The monthly movie night is coming to an end, and now it’s time for you (and everyone else) to go to bed. Sure, there’s a few night owls; Tokoyami, Sero, and Shinsou, but they usually take to their rooms instead of dwindling out in the living space.

He has everyone down to T- Bakugou left long before the third movie started, Kirishima and Denki fell asleep in the middle of the second cheesy romance Mina chose, Sato screamed when first horror movie played, and Dark Shadow tickled the feet of Hagakure and Ojiro, making the both of them jump so high you couldn’t contain your laughter.

And now, you’ll go to your room. Pop your back as soon as you walk through the door and strip yourself of your pants. Your room seems to run hotter than the others, so you just sleep in your underwear and a t-shirt. Midoriya wonders if you’ll swap out the one you’re currently wearing for your usual worn out All Might shirt or if you’ll feel too tired to do so much effort and instead collapse on your bed.

He supposes he can find out after everyone’s asleep. After all, you’re usually a heavy sleeper.

═══ sʜɪɴsᴏᴜ ʜɪᴛᴏsʜɪ

▹ shinsou is very secretive

▹ he takes notes from his mentor on how to be like this

▹ he knows how to be quiet. light on his feet

▹ you won’t ever know he’s there

▹ shinsou loves taking the risk

▹ he loves playing with the possibility of you catching him

▹ would you think he’s a freak? would you stop being his friend?

▹ would you be into it?

▹ he knows deep down you probably would be. i mean, you like him don’t you? so you’d have to enjoy it.

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Shinsou popped his knuckles, stifling a yawn while he watched you laugh with your friends. Some randoms he couldn’t care less to know. You don’t notice him. You never do. He keeps himself well hidden, with his hood pulled over his head and his hands shoved into his pockets while leaning against a tree. You decided to meet at a park, have a picnic, and if he had to guess, you’d be leaving in about five minutes with your social battery down and your spirits high.

He’d be there to see you first at the dorms when you were ready, a lazy grin on his face as he greets you. It’s like clockwork; he’d ask if you had fun without him, you’d give him some dorky, flushed reply. The teasing goes back and forth, but really it’s just Shinsou prepping you for the real deal. For the real him.

Maybe you’ll be ready when the time comes.

═══ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ sʜᴏᴛᴏ

▹ todoroki is self-aware, but not to the extent of kirishima

▹ he knows what he’s doing is wrong, he does, but he can’t help himself

▹ you’ve just... been so nice to him. offering to help him with classes, being a shoulder to cry on when he isn’t feeling his best, and you do it all with a smile

▹ he can’t help but want to protect you, honestly

▹ you just seem so fragile, compared to everyone else. so compassionate and considering of others

▹ he knows that will be your downfall. just like his mother.

▹ and he can’t stand the thought of losing you

▹ he’s awkward. he won’t approach you unless necessary but hates when anyone else talks to you

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Todoroki watched from the corner of the classroom, expression neutral. You scrunch your nose at something Bakugou says, before ruffling his hair in an endearing fashion and retreating just before he can catch your wrist- ducking out of his reach when he swipes at you and laughing when he attempts to take another dive.

Aizawa lays slumped behind his desk, asleep and unbothered by the noise that surrounds him, and Todoroki wishes he’d wake up and tell everyone to sit down and shut up. Todoroki doesn’t like the way Bakugou looks at you. The way his stare lingers on your hips and thighs, or the way you seem to bask in his attention.

It’s almost unfair. You should be touching him like that. You should be teasing him like that.

Perhaps soon you will.

#yandere!au #tw: yandere #tw: drugging #tw: stalking #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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schrijverr · 3 years

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Bakugo’s mom is Dutch and at home, he speaks Dutch. He hadn’t realized the class hadn’t caught on yet, until he’s calling with his mom. After that, they notice more Dutch things.

(AKA, I’m Dutch and I’m having fun with making Bakugo Dutch as well)

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything!

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Bakugo Mitsuki had not always been a Bakugo, she’d not even always been Mitsuki. Before she was a Bakugo, she had been a Jansen, Marjolein Jansen, and her parents had moved from the Netherlands to Japan for her fathers job.

But that had been when she was eleven and she was fluent in Dutch, teaching it to her son when he was young.

They were a multi-lingual household with Mitsuki swearing in Dutch as she stubbed her toe while Masaru told Bakugo to put on his shoes in Japanese.

Katsuki took great pride in the fact that he spoke two languages, often teaching swearwords in Dutch to the other kids on the playground.

However, after a few years the novelty had worn of for most and it became just another fact of life that Kastuki would sometimes swear under his breath in a different language or forget an easy word only to grumble a weird word until he had found the translation.

Being in a Japanese school and watching Japanese media, however, ensured that Katsuki was much more comfortable in Japanese than Dutch. Even if Dutch was the language he spoke at home, so by the time he entered UA, he hardly ever spoke Dutch outside of his mom and grandparents.

Since he hardly ever spoke Dutch, it took a long while for everyone in his class to even notice that he could speak another language.

Of course, when you were running for your life it was hard to notice that your friend was chanting “kut, kut, kut, kut,” under his breath instead of a more familiar swear and you didn’t see them talking to their mom at school.

So, it wasn’t until they moved into the dorms together that people started to notice it.

The first instance was mostly brushed off. Bakugo and Midoriya had been talking about hero training classes when Bakugo said: “We never really did more- more- more,” he snapped his fingers, obviously annoyed, and grumbled, “godverdomme, reddingswerk, wat is dat ook alweer?” he looked at Midoriya and repeated, “Reddingswerk?”

Midoriya shrugged, he didn’t know what the Dutch word meant. Bakugo groaned, before explaining: “What we did with Thirteen.”

“Rescue?” Midoriya offered.

“Yeah, that’s the bitch,” Bakugo said, “We never really did more rescue work after that, now did we.”

“Hmm, yeah, we should ask Iida about that, as class rep, he might be able to do something about it,” Midoriya agreed and the conversation continued normally.

He already knew of the Dutch and hadn’t been phased by it, while most the class had only heard the tone Bakugo used, which was as usual annoyed and angry, not really registering the language as different.

The next time someone could have noticed, but didn’t was when he was helping Kaminari with his English homework. Kaminari groaned: “How can you keep track of all these letters? It’s so confusing.”

“I already knew the alphabet,” Bakugo shrugged, remembering how his mother had showed him how to write down his name differently and the fairytales she used to read to him.

“That’s nice, wish that were me,” Kaminari said miserably, looking at his homework.

“It’s still fucking confusing,” Bakugo huffed, thinking of the English pronouncing ‘a’ as ‘e,’ while pronouncing ‘e’ as ‘i,’ or why they couldn’t say the ‘w’ like a normal person. He blinked out of his thoughts and said: “Oi, focus again, Battery-boy.”

Kaminari startled and whined, but turned back to his homework with much displeasure.

A few days later, Bakugo stubbed his toe on the table near the couches when he got up to grab himself something to drink. He grabbed his foot and swore: “Godver de tering zooi. Kut, kut, kut. Holy shit, godver. Wat een tyfus tafel. Fuck that hurt. Klere ding.”

Everyone blinked at the outburst, before Mina asked: “What the fuck was that?”

“That’s called swearing, Raccoon,” Bakugo glared at her, “Who even put this table here?”

“The school, idiot,” Jiro shrugged, not really looking further into the weird noises that had come out of Bakugo’s mouth, because she didn’t think it above him to know obscure swears, just to add to his repertoire.

Bakugo glared at her as well, but the throbbing in his toe had subsided and he wasn’t really looking to pick a fight when they were about to watch a movie. So he dropped it and just went to grab himself a drink.

It was not until his mother called him that people truly caught on to the fact that it was an entirely different language, instead of some weird swears here and there. His phone rang while on the couch and he groaned when he saw who was calling.

Kirishima asked: “Who’s mama?”

“It’s my mom, dumbass,” he said, before swiping to pick up and saying: “Hallo met is Katsuki, waarom bel je me, heks?”

The person on the other side of the line said something, while Kirishima and Mina stared in confusion at the incomprehensible babble coming out of Bakugo’s mouth.

“Kon dat niet wachten?” Bakugo replied after a moment, getting up to get a bit of privacy as he spoke, “Ik zit hier beneden nu met mensen, we zijn ons huiswerk aan het doen. En dat is pas over een week, ook nog, by the way. Waarom val je me daar nu mee lastig?”

Midoriya came in and Mina whispered to him: “What’s he doing?” with a nod to Bakugo.

The other boy looked at Bakugo just as he said: “Nee, ik heb het al met Aizawa besproken, ik kan gewoon dat weekend naar huis komen. Hij snapte ‘t toen ik uitlegde dat opa en oma van ver komen.”

So, Midoriya shrugged: “Talking with his mom, I suppose. I don’t speak Dutch, sorry.”

“Why is he even speaking Dutch?” Kirishima asked, completely confused.

“Because his mom is Dutch.” Midoriya was confused by Kirishima’s confusion, surely they knew this already?

A few more people walked in and looked between the three confused teens and Bakugo, who was oblivious to the stares Mina and Kirishima were giving him.

He nodded even though his mom couldn’t see and said: “Ja, dat weet ik. Ik heb het opgeschreven. Ik ben niet achterlijk hoor, heks. Natuurlijk vergeet ik ‘t niet.”

A silence fell, in which the newcomers also had a chance to be confused. Then Bakugo hung up with a: “Ja, ja, doei, spreek je later. Doe de groeten aan papa enzo.”

Bakugo turned back to see half the class looking at him and he snapped: “What are you all looking at, eh?”

Midoriya, god bless his heart, spoke up for everyone and explained: “I think they only just realized you’re half-Dutch.”

“Why? Are they dumb?” Bakugo frowned, he hadn’t made the conscious effort to hide it.

“Oi, we’re not dumb,” Mina got out of her stupor.

“Yeah, Bakubro, you could have told us,” cried Kirishima.

“What is that thought?” Bakugo said, “Should I have made an announcement out of it? Do the klompendans while hanging out the Dutch flag? Like what do you want from me? I didn’t even try to hide it.”

It was quiet for a moment as most had to concede that was a pretty solid point. In the end Tsu asked him: “Can you say something in Dutch?”

“Am I a circus monkey or something?” Bakugo growled.

Hagakure jumped in as well: “Please, Bakugo, I missed most of the phone call, I wanna hear what it sounds like.”

More people rallied behind her and Bakugo gave in, saying: “Jullie zijn allemaal stom en ik haat het hier.”

“What did you say?” Mina asked.

“I said that you’re all stupid and I hate it here,” Bakugo said, before turning to walk away.

During dinner that evening more people nagged him. Mina and Kirishima wanted to know what the phone call was about (it was his mom asking if he had gotten permission to come home to see his grandparents next weekend) and the people who hadn’t been there to see wanted to hear what Dutch sounded like (Bakugo hit the closest of said people and told them nothing).

After a while, Momo mused: “I thought your mother’s name was Mitsuki. That’s a pretty Japanese name.”

“Her actual name is Marjolein, but no one ever pronounced or wrote it right, so she just says it’s Mitsuki,” Bakugo shrugged.

“How do you even spell that?” Kaminari wondered.

“You’re not good enough at the Roman alphabet for me to spell it out to you,” Bakugo told him, before adding: “And I’m not sure if it’s the long ij or the short ei.”

Kaminari frowned at the insult, then said: “You just made the same noise twice.”

“Yeah, but one is i j and the other is e i,” Bakugo explained, “It’s the same sound, okay. You just write it differently. I think it’s the short ei, but I never use that name for her. I’ve only heard opa en oma call her that.”

“Who?” Kirishima asked.

“My grandparents, like grandpa is opa and oma is grandma,” Baugo said, hoping they would stop asking him questions, because he was tired of explaining and he just wanted to eat his dinner in peace.

Luckily most had caught on to his annoyed tone and left him alone, but Bakugo could feel that this was something new and interesting that would hold their attention for a while.

He was right, because that week he was often asked what the Dutch word for something was or what the thing he just said was (it was usually swears), but he managed to survive ‘till Friday when he got to leave campus for the weekend.

They were walking back to the dorms, so that Bakugo could grab his stuff, before leaving to go see his grandparents, when he got a notification. He looked and said: “Fuck yeah, m’n opa en oma brought me hagelslag.”

“What is that?” Kirishima asked.

“It’s- uhm, beleg- stuff you put on bread,” Bakugo explained, knowing this was very a Dutch thing and was already pretty weird in countries that ate bread regularly, “I’ll probably bring it with me Monday.”

The others nodded and Bakugo said goodbye, before leaving, excited to see his grandparents again after so long. They had moved back to the Netherlands when he was five, saying they missed their country. He didn’t understand, because it always rained in the Netherlands when he’d been there and he got nearly hit by a bike multiple times.

He had a blast that weekend by excluding his dad from as many conversations as possible while catching up with his grandparents.

Returning on Monday, he had to do a double take when Kirishima greeted him in Japanese and asked how his weekend had been, before he remembered that it wasn’t all Dutch anymore. He said it was good, before sliding into his seat.

That lunch break he got out some sweets from his bag, reluctantly sharing them with his friends: “They gave these to me, something about their youth and shit. Whatever.”

Mina held up a little brown stick like candy and asked: “What’s this?”

“A kaneelstokje,” Bakugo answered, seeing her helpless look, he expanded: “It’s - what that fucking word again - kaneel, uhm… ah, yeah, cinnamon. It’s a cinnamon stick. When you bite it feels weird, but they’re nice. I also have the cherry version.”

With a curious hum Mina stuck it in her mouth, then she bit and grimaced, before mumbling: “That was harder than I expected.”

“Your mistake,” Bakugo shrugged, shoving a stroopwafel in his mouth.

A few tables over Midoriya spotted them and skipped over, asking Bakugo: “Did they give you those pig head candies?”

“Biggetjes?” Bakugo asked, “Yeah, here. I don’t like these, but they keep giving me them. I would much rather have the monkey ones.”

“Those have licorice on them, Kacchan,” Midoriya made a face.

“They’re nice, now fuck off, nerd,” Bakugo grumbled.

“Pig heads?” Hagakure asked.

“Yeah, it’s in the shape of a pig head and it’s a fruit gummy,” Bakugo shrugged, “The ears are slightly different and the monkey version is part licorice.”

“That’s weird,” Mina told him.

“Then you’re not getting more candy,” Bakugo shot back.

“No, I wanna try the cookies. I’m sorry,” Mina quickly said.

With an eyeroll Bakugo handed her a stroopwafel, explaining that it was a hard waffle with hardened syrup between it. He had eaten them hot and soft once and he didn’t get the rave about them fresh of the hotplate, he much preferred them cold.

They ate the foreign candy with interest asking about them and laughed about the guttural pronunciation that it had to them, marveling how Bakugo could make the hard ‘g’ sound, while they struggled.

And the next morning the whole class came together to stare in horror at Bakugo’s breakfast. He had put butter on a slice of bread, then put chocolate sprinkles on it. When Jiro had asked what the fuck he was eating, he scowled and said: “It’s hagelslag, okay, Earbuds.”

“That’s hagelslag?” Kirishima asked, stumbling over the word.

“Yeah,” Bakugo, “Almost everyone eats it. You also have vlokken, but that’s just hagelslag except flat and a bit bigger, though they also have hagelslag XL. There’s also a fruit version, but that’s just flavored hardened sugar.”

Uraraka looked at Bakugo’s plate and said: “This just feels off.”

“Well, then don’t look at, ey, Round-face,” Bakugo growled as he hunched protectively over his plate.

“Can I try?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugo eyed him suspiciously, before handing him a bit of his bread. He watched as Kirishima tried it, face morphing into a grin as he said: “Dutch kids are lucky. They get to eat chocolate for breakfast. Are you sure parents condone this?”

“My grandfather has never eating anything different for breakfast in his life,” Bakugo said.

“Nice.”

And with that they decided that this wasn’t really something to get on the blond’s nerves about, since it wasn’t really a big deal, and the conversation moved on to different topics.

But the knowledge that Bakugo was multilingual settled as normal in the group over time and explained how here and there he would say something incredibly weird, seemingly thinking it’s normal.

No one had commented on it before, but now it was easier to understand why.

For example, when they were having a collaborative training with class 1-B, Kirishima punched Bakugo’s arm and said: “You should give a pep-talk. Come on, Bakubro, inspire us.”

“Nah, Midoriya is better at sticking a heart under someone’s belt than I am, he should do it,” he replied.

“What?” Kirishima asked, confused

“You know, encouraging people and shit?” Bakugo asked, only getting more confusion back, “No, not Japanese?”

“No, bro,” Kirishima grinned.

“Well, it still makes sense,” Bakugo grouched.

“I would say no,” Mina commented.

“Shut up, Raccoon,” Bakugo huffed, “It makes sense. You give someone your heart for courage and the best place to store it is on your belt. Like in Medieval times.”

“Still weird.”

“And you still have to shut up,” Bakugo shot back, “Just focus on beating those pompous motherfuckers.”

Because in the end, it didn’t matter which language he spoke, he stayed Bakugo. Swearing and competitive Bakugo.

A/N:

Fun fact: a lot of foreigners have trouble with our ‘g’ which somehow can also be written as ‘ch’ as well as our double vowels, like ‘aa’ and ‘ee’

As for all the translations:

Kut means cunt, literally, but it is used like you would use shit (and yes, learning the verb cut in English class was very fun and completely misused)

“Godver de tering zooi. Kut, kut, kut. Holy shit, godver. Wat een tyfus tafel. Fuck that hurt. Klere ding.”

Goddamn the [swear] mess. Cunt, cunt, cunt. Holy shit, goddamn. What a [swear] table. Fuck that hurt. [Swear] thing.

When I put [swear] it’s bc I cannot explain why we swear with it and I do not want to put in the mental effort of explaining it and just saying it will make it sound worse than it actually is

The phone convo isn’t really interesting, but if anyone wants to know what Bakugo said:

“Hi, het is Katsuki, waarom bel je me, heks?”

Hi, it’s Katsuki, why are you calling me, witch?

“Kon dat niet wachten?”

Couldn’t that wait?

“Ik zit hier beneden nu met mensen, we zijn ons huiswerk aan het doen. En dat is pas over een week, ook nog, by the way. Waarom val je me daar nu mee lastig?”

I’m sitting downstairs with people right now, we’re doing our homework. And that’s in a week, as well, by the way. Why are you bothering me with that now?

“Nee, ik heb het al met Aizawa besproken, ik kan gewoon dat weekend naar huis komen. Hij snapte ‘t toen ik uitlegde dat opa en oma van ver komen.”

No, I already talked about it with Aizawa, I can just go home that weekend. He understood when I explained that grandpa and grandma came from far.

“Ja, dat weet ik. Ik heb het opgeschreven. Ik ben niet achtelijk hoor, heks. Natuurlijk vergeet ik ‘t niet.”

Yes, I know. I wrote it down. I’m not an idiot, witch. Of course I wouldn’t forget it.

“Ja, ja, doei, spreek je later. Doe de groeten aan papa enzo.”

Yes, yes, bye, talk to you later. Say hi to dad etc.

Only when translating this phone call did I realize how many filler words we have that don’t make sense in translation, so I just left them.

#RR writing #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugo mitsuki #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #dutch bakugo katsuki #dutch #class 1 a #mha class 1a #bnha class 1a

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Prompt: Supercorp (friends to more maybe?) + Kara invites Lena to spend Christmas at Midvale for the first time.

“Do you really think it’s such a great idea to spend winter break alone with your quote “best friend” whom you’ve had a giant gay crush on for the last three years?”

Lena shoots Sam an exasperated look and continues to throw clothes into a small weekender bag on her bed. “It’s not all of winter break.”

“A week. Over Christmas.”

“And?”

“And what’s your game plan? Are you going to finally tell her?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lena scoffs.

“You guys are going to be alone, in Midvale, with her family, drinking schnapps and snuggling under blankets while it snows outside and you’re abso-fucking-lutely going to tell her.”

Irritated at the certainty in Sam’s voice, Lena throws a sweater a tad violently into her bag and glares at her friend. “I’ve lasted three years in silence, haven’t I?”

“Because she was dating what’s-her-name half the time and the other half you were dating Veronica.”

“So?”

“So it’s the first time you guys have both been single and alone at the same time,” Sam argues far too logically as if Lena hasn’t been thinking the same thing for the past two months since Kara invited her to Midvale.

“We’ll be fine,” Lena dismisses, rummaging through her underwear drawer.

“I doubt you’ll need anything in there,” Sam deadpans and Lena tries to chuck a pair of lace panties at Sam’s face, but it just floats in the air between them, buoyed by the sound of Sam’s laughter.

–

Lena realizes how right Sam was about five minutes into their journey, when Kara’s talking delightedly about what she’s going to make for Christmas dinner and her cheeks are rosy from the chill in the air, her hair tumbling down beneath a thick grey beanie. It’s cute and so Kara and oh god Lena’s not going to need any schnapps to tell her.

“Are you excited?” Kara asks, practically bouncing as they wait for their Uber to take them to the airport.

Lena nods, warming when Kara grabs at her hand and holds it. “Very,” she says, fighting the flips in her stomach.

–

They’ve kissed before. Once.

Well, twice, really.

–

They’re freshman, and really only just becoming friends. Lena is on a break with Veronica, upset and feeling vengeful at a house party one Saturday night. Kara is the consummate supportive friend, listening to Lena rant about all of Veronica’s wrongdoings and pouring her drink after drink every time she asked.

Kara looks good. Attractive in a way Lena’d never really let herself notice before. The soft flannel shirt she has on hangs open at the sides, the grey t-shirt underneath clinging tightly against the plane of her stomach. The sleeves are rolled up to reveal strong forearms and Lena realizes she’s spent far too long staring at Kara’s belt buckle and wondering if she could undo it with just a finger.

It doesn’t help that Kara’s body is solid and firm when Lena sags against it, the vodka swirling in her gut making her feel warm and loose.

“You okay?” Kara asks so sweetly, eyes a perfect blue as they try to catch Lena’s.

Lena nods, straightens a little, but licks her lips when Kara’s fingers wrap around her bicep to keep her upright. Kara’s face is so earnest and her hair is coming out of her ponytail so attractively and gosh Lena just wants to feel something.

She’ll have her excuses in the morning - a long list of things like the vodka grapefruits she’d consumed or those butterscotch shots or being upset over Veronica. It’ll be settled and dismissed by the time her hangover is fading midafternoon tomorrow, but for now, Lena just steps up into Kara’s body and kisses her.

Full on, lips against lips, hips against hips, kisses her.

The drink she has in one hand sloshes a bit against her fingers when she moves and her other hand wraps soundly around Kara’s neck and everything else at the party fades out. Kara takes a beat to react, but react she does. Her arm sliding across Lena’s back and bringing them together, lips slanting easily and taking over the kiss.

It feels good and perfect and lasts a solid thirty seconds until a loud crash interrupts them and they’re pulled away by a fight breaking out in the living room.

When they address it the next afternoon and Lena’s head is muffled by a throbbing embarrassment, Kara accepts Lena’s excuses easily enough and offers to bring over her famous hangover remedy.

Lena’s still, two years later, not certain if she’s grateful or disappointed.

–

Midvale is small, but charming. Just like Kara’s always described it. There’s snow everywhere and lights already hanging around all the trees. The giant welcome sign is draped with garland and there are snowmen built haphazardly across every other front yard. They even pass a few children having a snowball fight as they run down the sidewalk.

It’s idyllic in a way Lena’s never really experienced.

“This is fun,” Kara says as they drive further into town. “I’ve never gotten to bring anyone from school home before.”

Lena quirks a brow at that. “Really?”

“Really,” Kara confirms, reaching across the center console of their rental car and patting Lena on the thigh. “I’m glad it’s you.”

And that’s definitely not going to help Lena stay close-lipped about the entire thing. Nor is the way Kara is grinning at her or the warmth bleeding out from her palm up Lena’s leg. It feels significant and inevitable and Lena tries to do a mental calculation of how long she has to last before she leaves.

It’s like she can hear Sam laughing all the way back at school.

–

The second time they kiss is the end of sophomore year when Lena’s finally ended things once and for all with Veronica, and Kara decides that’s a great time to tell Lena she’s started to seriously see that little brunette floozy she shares a chem lab with.

To this day Lena refuses to remember her name.

Lena has this whole speech prepared about how she’s finally done being off and on again with Veronica and how it’s really always been Kara she’s wanted to date and even if it means risking their friendship Lena thinks it’s worth it to try. There’s this whole part about how she can’t stop thinking about that one time they shared a drunken kiss and sometimes when Kara holds her hand late at night, Lena thinks about doing it again.

It’s a good speech. She practices it with Sam and everything.

And then Kara goes and ruins it with her big dumb mouth.

“So [redacted] said she’d be my girlfriend,” Kara tells her as they lounge about Kara’s dorm room pointedly not studying for finals.

It halts Lena’s entire being, stuttering all functioning to a dead stop for several moments.

This was not part of her master plan. There’s a party this Friday at Nia’s house and they’re supposed to go together and then she’ll pull Kara out onto the porch and sit her down, maybe take a few extra sips of her tequila sunrise for courage and then - in this stunning ensemble she’d bought with Sam last week - she’ll start her speech.

Kara announcing she’s got a girlfriend a few days prior isn’t exactly on the menu.

“She did?”

“Yeah,” Kara replies, sounding nervous as she fiddles with the television remote, sliding the battery door open and closed over and over again. “Sorry, I’m sure you don’t really want to talk about this after everything with you and Veronica and -”

“You’re right, I don’t,” Lena interrupts, her chest feeling icy and stomach twisted. She stands and paces to Kara’s minifridge, bending to peer inside and pulling out a bottle of beer stored there. “Do you want to get drunk?”

“Lena, it’s Wednesday,” Kara says, but the exasperation in her voice is fond and she stands up to take the offered drink from Lena’s hand.

They drink all the beer in Kara’s fridge and watch reruns of The Office until late that night, curled up on Kara’s tiny futon. It’s soft and warm and lets Lena forget that Kara’s officially off the market just when she’d been ready to snatch her up.

Maybe they really are destined to be just be friends. Maybe the universe is just saving her from ruining the best friendship she’s ever had.

She’s sure it’s that passing thought that has her staring at Kara’s lips for far too long when Kara laughs at something ridiculous on the television. There’s enough beer in her system to make her feel risky and there’s a chance she’ll never get this opportunity again. Kara’s going to have a girlfriend next year and probably won’t have any time for her anyway and Lena’s going to be alone forever and -

Kara’s turned toward her, that furrow in her brow that always makes Lena want to kiss her, and so she does.

It’s quick, but powerful. Lena surges forward and startles Kara back into the couch, their lips crashing together solidly enough that Kara lets out a little yelp into the kiss.

But Kara doesn’t push her away. Not immediately and not even after Lena shifts enough that she’s almost in Kara’s lap, her fingers pulling Kara in by her cheeks.

It ends softly, slowly, as Kara pulls Lena’s hands away from her face and looks at her quizzically, an uncertainty in her blue eyes that makes Lena’s chest go tight. “What are you doing?”

The words are whispered between their lips, still hovered near enough that Lena’d only have to move a fraction and they’d be kissing again. She could do it too. Could press forward and straddle Kara, kiss the confusion off her face and slip down into her lap until Kara’s moaning and forgetting about anyone else except Lena.

Kara’d let her.

But it’s not right. And Lena’s not about to make a cheater out of her best friend. Her perfect, innocent, never does anything wrong, best friend.

“Sorry,” Lena whispers back, her cheeks flush as she sits back on the futon, a considerable distance between her and Kara.

“Uh -” Kara’s touching her lips gingerly like she can’t believe it’s happened again and thinks that’s about her cue to leave.

“I should go,” Lena announces, standing up from the futon and making her exit as quickly as possibly while Kara’s still dumbfounded.

Nothing comes of the kiss. Just like the first one. Kara dates she-who-must-not-be-named for most of the summer, but by the time they return for their junior year, there’s no girlfriend to speak of. “Didn’t work out,” is Kara’s only explanation.

Their friendship doesn’t miss a beat. Kara seems to move past the incident just as easily as before and Lena can’t deny she’s at least somewhat grateful for Kara’s ability to just roll with the punches. Especially because Lena seems to be incapable of not throwing them.

“We were drinking,” Kara says when they finally talk about it and Lena nods. “And you were sad.” Lena just nods again. “You do crazy stuff when that happens,” Kara whispers like it’s a secret, eyes searching Lena’s face. Lena rolls her eyes, but acknowledges the truth with another nod. Kara smiles. “Good thing I love you anyway.”

Lena nods, but her throat gets caught just the slightest when she laughs. “Good thing.”

–

Kara’s childhood home is such a contrast from the one Lena grew up in that she knows her jaw is dropped as she takes it all in.

It’s small, but inviting. Large trees line the front covered in glistening lights and the windowboxes all have ornamental arrangements in them. The yard is coated in fresh snow just like most of the town and Kara’s adoptive mother Eliza greets them on the front porch wrapped in a warm sweater with a smile so much like Kara’s they almost look related.

“Hey, girls,” Eliza greets, hugging them both and ushering them out from the cold.

It’s warm inside and smells like something delicious is cooking. Kara perks up immediately, hoisting her duffel up on her shoulder and carrying Lena’s bag inside as well despite Lena’s insistence she didn’t need to.

They settle up in Kara’s bedroom and Lena takes the time wandering around the small space inspecting everything and enjoying the way Kara blushes at Lena’s inquisitiveness.

“You had short hair in high school?” Lena asks, picking up a picture of a younger Kara and Alex and wondering how she’d never seen it before. It’s not an unattractive style, the swoop of Kara’s blonde hair looks disheveled from the wind of the beach they’re standing on and it’s tossed atop her head in a way that makes Lena’s fingers itch to run through it.

Kara snatches the picture out of her hand. “Alex got gum in my hair,” she grumbles, setting the picture down on her desk. “I had to chop it all off.”

Lena laughs, strides over to the small bed against the corner and flops down onto it, testing its feel. “So this is where all the magic happened, huh?”

Kara crosses her arms across her chest and rolls her eyes. “Oh yeah, you know me. Big stud in high school,” she jokes, but as Lena looks at her leaned up against her desk and smiling at Lena, she’d believe it.

“Ah yes,” Lena teases, leaning back on the mattress. “I can sense all the heartbreak.”

Kara smiles at her, but doesn’t respond, just regards her for long enough that Lena sits up, feeling self conscious under the observation. “What?”

Shrugging a shoulder, Kara looks away, standing up from where she’s leaning. “Nothing,” she says, walking over to her bag and unzipping it. “It’s just nice having you here.”

Lena’d have a much easier time with things if Kara would just stop saying stuff like that all the time.

–

Kara’s sister Alex arrives from out of town much later and though Lena’s only met her a few times, hugs Lena as if she’s family.

They eat a home cooked meal together and catch up. It’s nice and easy and Lena can see why Kara is the way she is. There’s a familiarity and warmth that pervades every interaction and Lena sees so much of Kara in the way Eliza keeps offering her more food or drink or the way Alex tells ridiculous stories from their childhood just to make Lena laugh.

Lena didn’t even know this was something she could miss without having ever had it, but she finds she already aches knowing it’ll be gone in just a short week.

–

It’s far more difficult than Lena had ever anticipated. Kara in her family home is somehow a softer, more attractive version of the one Lena gets at school all the time. She didn’t even think that was possible. It so effectively beats past all her we’re just not meant to be justifications and complicated compartmentalizing that she’s worried she’ll just blurt something out at any moment.

They spend their time watching trashy holiday movies in the living room with Alex, or braving the snow so Kara can show Lena her favorite watering hole on the other side of town, or baking and decorating cookies with Eliza. Simple, uninteresting activities that seem to wrap around Lena’s soul in a way she’s always associated with Kara.

She won’t make it until Christmas, she can sense it, and all her extremely logical reasons for keeping her feelings under lock and key seem to break down every second she spends with Kara and her family.

It’s Christmas Eve that ends up being the tipping point. Kara tugs Lena inside the tiny dive bar they’ve been frequenting and Lena knows she’s in trouble the moment Kara smiles at her as she shakes the snow off her head and shoulders like an overgrown puppy. They’re greeted enthusiastically by the bartender and a few other patrons that seem to know Kara and the worst of it all is the way Kara’s mittened-covered hand stays wrapped around Lena’s as they make their way to two empty bar stools.

Forgoing the strong stuff, Lena lets Kara order them a pitcher of beer and sips on it slowly lest the alcohol get to her head and she pull Kara into the sketchy bathroom stall down the dark back hallway.

“We should go sledding later,” Kara suggests as she’s draining the last of the pitcher into her glass and nodding at the bartender in some kind of silent communication for another round.

“That sounds cold,” Lena replies, chuckling warmly at the glint in Kara’s eyes. The strings of christmas lights hung across the ceiling twinkle in the reflection of Kara’s glasses and Lena reaches for her empty glass just for something to do with her hands.

“Nah, it’ll be fun,” Kara dismisses, murmuring a thanks when the bartender sets down their second pitcher. “Plus, that’s what beer jackets are for.”

Lena makes a face with that, thinking she’s maybe had all the shitty local beer her stomach can handle, but doesn’t stop Kara from refilling her glass.

“If you say so,” Lena says, nearly choking on her drink when Kara’s hand lands heavily on her knee.

“I’ll be fun,” Kara repeats, bending slightly to make the kind of eye contact that warms Lena’s cheeks. “I promise.”

–

The sledding hill is another hike through thick snow, but Kara passes the time explaining to Lena all the different hijinks she and Alex got up to on the hill when they were kids. Lena focuses on keeping her feet under her as she matches the large footsteps Kara’s leaving in the snowfall.

“You good?” Kara asks, reaching behind her to grab for Lena’s hand.

“Yeah,” Lena says softly, taking Kara’s hand and letting herself get tugged forward. “Are we there yet?”

Kara laughs, a warm rich sound that drips over Lena’s chest. “Almost,” she says, pulling Lena in close. “Do you want to get on my back?”

At the offer, Kara turns and bends a bit, but Lena shoves her playfully. “No,” she chuckles, but when she tries to keep walking, Kara moves in front of her, still offering her back and shuffling whenever Lena tries to get past.

They dance around each other, laughing, until Lena manages to push Kara full on into a snowbank. It’d be hilarious if Kara didn’t grab at Lena on her way down until she’s falling on top of Kara bodily.

It arrests the laughter in her throat and she feels the warmth of Kara’s length all the way up her front, their faces hovering near each other as their breath manifests in the air between them. Lena’s suddenly aware of far too many things, from the snow falling quietly over them to the way she can feel Kara’s heartbeat thud between their thick jackets.

She hasn’t had nearly enough to drink to make her drop forward and kiss Kara, but god does she want to.

“Sorry,” Kara says when Lena fails to say anything. Blue eyes dart across Lena’s face, drop down to her mouth and back up. “Are you okay?”

It’s enough to shake Lena out of the sudden rush of desire and she scrambles to get up off Kara’s body as quickly and gracefully as she can. She’s only half successful, slipping on a patch of ice on the sidewalk part of the way up and relying on Kara’s quick reflexes to catch her, but then they’re standing again and Lena’s able to put some distance between them.

“Yeah, of course,” Lena says, laughing it off and brushing snow of Kara’s shoulders. “You’re so snowy now.”

Kara laughs again, shrugs. “We’re almost there anyway,” she says, shaking off the snow as much as she can and reaching out to grab Lena’s hand again. “Come on.”

–

It’s only when they get to the hill that Lena realizes they don’t have a sled. Kara seems largely unconcerned with this reality when Lena mentions as much and she realizes why fairly quickly when Kara jogs towards a small ramshackle shed tucked away in the thicket of trees at the bottom of the hill.

It’s quieter out here and devoid of people - Lena’s pretty surprised considering the recent snowfall has created ideal sledding conditions - but grateful there aren’t any witnesses. She can just imagine what her mother would say if she could see Lena now.

There are a small collection of community sleds that Kara rifles through until she picks one she likes. “Perfect,” Kara says, holding it up with a triumphant smile.

Lena thinks the entire endeavor is ridiculous, but Kara’s excitement is contagious and the snow is pretty and there are worse things Lena can imagine doing. At least out here she’s less liable to blurt her feelings out than curled up under blankets in Kara’s room watching a movie.

Or so she thinks.

She’s wholly unprepared for the fact that Kara intends to get on the sled together and she perhaps could have anticipated such an event, but she’d been too distracted with the way Kara looks with a beanie pulled down low and cheeks pink from the chill in the air.

“This is a terrible idea,” Lena says, resisting the slightest when Kara scoots back on the sled and spreads her legs in indication of just where Lena’s supposed to sit.

“I promised fun and I never break a promise,” Kara says with a cute little lift of her chin. “So come over here.”

Lena relents, stepping over Kara’s leg to drop down between them. Her stomach swoops dramatically when Kara curls an arm across her midsection and tugs her in tightly. It puts Lena’s back up against Kara’s front and her cheek warms when Kara’s chin plants on her shoulder and her breath floats hotly across her skin. Lena licks her lips against the feeling. “If I end up in some small town hospital tonight because you crash us, I swear to -”

Kara’s laugh interrupts her and her arm tightens around Lena enough that the words get lost in her throat. It feels so good Lena closes her eyes just a moment to enjoy it, to imagine she doesn’t have to resist the liquid heat dropping down her chest at the feeling of Kara so close.

And then the sled is lurching forward and Lena’s eyes fly open as they crest the hill and start flying down. Cold wind and snow whip past them and Kara’s excited laughter is infectious enough that Lena joins her as they go barreling towards the bottom. Kara’s hands stay locked tightly across Lena’s stomach, keeping them locked in close together as they go flying off a makeshift jump.

“Oh, shi-” Kara lets out as they go careening sideways, but Lena’s laughing through their crash as they slide across the snow and tumble together the rest of the way.

“You did that on purpose,” Lena accuses, but there’s no bite in it, tempered by her smile and fond chuckle as Kara starts making a snow angel where she’s lying on the ground.

“I didn’t,” Kara laughs, standing and jogging to where the sled is. “I swear.”

“Sure,” Lena draws out, trudging after Kara back up the hill.

“Come on, we won’t crash this time.”

“I’m not going again.”

Kara looks back at her. “Yes you are,” she says with a wink and a smirk like she knows Lena will do whatever Kara wants.

“You’re the worst sometimes,” Lena complains, huffing as they start the long trek back up to the top.

“I know, I know,” Kara says, pausing for Lena to catch up and wrapping her free arm around Lena’s shoulders. “But it’s Christmas Eve and you love me.”

“Hmmm,” Lena hums, enjoying the strong way Kara pulls Lena into her side. “I suppose.”

They get back to the top of the hill and Kara brushes snow off the sled before setting it at their feet, keeping it there with a touch of her heel

“Actually,” Kara says, not getting back on the sled like Lena expects. Instead, she looks out to the side, hands tucking into the pockets of her jacket.

They can see a lot of town from here, Lena realizes. Not that there’s all that much to see. But the spattering of Christmas lights and homes are visible from where they stand. Lena takes it in a moment with a quiet smile for Kara’s hometown.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” Kara says, pulling Lena’s attention back in front of her.

It drops something heavy in Lena’s gut. She’s heard this before. It’s usually what precedes Kara telling her something devastating like [redacted] and I are back together or you’re such a good friend, Lena. And frankly, Lena doesn’t want to hear it. It’s Christmas Eve and she doesn’t have to deal with this today. If Kara wants to tell her later, fine, but right now, Lena’s going to live in her fantasy world for a little longer.

So she does what any rational person would do when they don’t want to hear bad news from their best friend. She puts both her hands on Kara’s shoulders and shoves her hard enough that she falls onto the sled and starts careening down the hill.

It occurs to her seconds after Kara yelps and starts flying backward what exactly she’s done. Her hands fly to her mouth in mortification, but it’s done now. No taking that one back.

Kara tumbles gracelessly down the hill with her sled farther and farther away from where Lena’s still standing at the top and she watches as her best friend faceplants in the snow at the end.

“Oops,” Lena thinks to murmur, allowing herself a soft laugh at the way Kara comes up from the ground with a face full of white powder.

“What the heck?!” Kara yells up at her.

“Sorry,” Lena calls back, feeling her cheeks heat up.

Kara looks adorably upset, stomping through the snow towards her sled and ripping it up from the ground as she starts her ascent yet again. It’s hard to feel truly guilty with the cute way Kara swipes snow off her face. As she nears, Lena can make out the expression on her face, brow furrowed and the slightest pout of her lips. Whatever Kara’s got to tell her, maybe Lena should kiss her first one last time just in case.

“You pushed me!” Kara says, sounding as if she can’t believe it herself. “I was just trying to tell you -”

Kara pauses, grabs her sled with both hands and holds it in front of her like a shield. “Don’t push me again, I have to tell you something.”

“Sorry,” Lena says again, arms crossing over her chest and biting her lip against a laugh. “I thought it’d be funny.”

“Not when I’m trying to tell you something important.”

“Kara, it’s Christmas Eve,” Lena sighs, thinking maybe there’s something unspoken between them that Kara will pick up and spare Lena the pain of having to hear something she doesn’t want to.

“I know,” Kara says, dropping the sled enough that Lena can see the serious expression on her face, the red in her cheeks from more than just the cold and snow. “That’s why I want to tell you this.”

“If you’re back together with you know who, I don’t want to hear it,” Lena says, unable to stop her defense mechanisms from ratcheting up no matter how it sounds.

Kara drops the sled to the side, looking a bit indignant. “She has a name, you know,” Kara says, almost stomping her foot in the snow. “I don’t know what it is you have against her.”

Against better judgement, Lena replies on instinct. “Yes you do.”

They’re silent a moment, gazes locked on each other and Lena can barely hear the sound of falling snow over the heavy staccato of her heart.

“Yeah,” Kara says, so softly Lena barely catches it. Then, louder, “So the thing is, I like you.”

It’s such an absurd set up for a let down, Lena rolls her eyes. “I know you like me, Kara, don’t -”

“No,” Kara interrupts, taking a step forward and looking more serious than Lena’s ever seen her. “I like you.”

The significance of what Kara’s saying slams into Lena so forcefully she has to take a deep breath, her eyes widening in bewilderment.

“No you don’t,” Lena says when she can’t think of any other way to convey her shock. Honestly, she thought that if she ever confessed to Kara, it’d take some convincing to get her best friend to see her in a romantic way, and then after that she’d reconciled with the fact that Kara would only ever see them as friends.

Kara looks taken aback by her reply, looking around as if she’s being pranked by a hidden camera crew. “Yes, I do,” she retorts.

“That’s not possible,” Lena says, her voice going a little shrill at the end as her brain starts to spiral into hysterics. Is Kara really saying what she thinks she’s saying? She’s regretting the alleged beer jacket Kara had foisted upon her.

“Okay, not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.”

“But you - I mean - and when I - you can’t -” Lena scrambles for a complete sentence, but falls short, incapable of expressing three years of repressed feelings in one solitary moment, but Kara cuts through it all and takes another step forward.

“I wanted to tell you here, in my hometown, because it’s away from all that stuff at school and because I guess you always remind me of home, so it just felt like the place to tell you that I like you and you’re my best friend and I’m not trying to ruin anything between us, but I just think about those times we kissed way too often and I think I’d be a good girlfriend for you and if maybe you’d just consider -”

Lena finally catches up to the moment, lets herself believe in what’s happening and presses so swiftly forward into Kara’s physical space that the sled drops from her hand and goes gliding down the hill at a rapid pace.

“Yeah, okay,” Lena breathes out, looking up into Kara’s eyes. Her heart feels heavy against her rib cage and her brain can barely understand that this is really happening, but she’s pretty sure it means she can kiss Kara and not feel guilty about it in the morning.

“Really?” Kara’s smile is so bright and genuine that Lena wishes she had said something the moment they got in the car to the airport together.

In lieu of answering, Lena just grips her fingers into Kara’s jacket and pulls them together until they’re kissing, soft and sweetly at first until Kara seems to get with the program, arms around Lena’s waist and deepening the kiss into something much hotter. It’s like that for long moments, the world dropping away around them, until they pull away and blink dreamily at each other.

“Wow,” Kara says softly and Lena laughs.

“Can I confess something?” Lena asks, feeling an unstoppable urge to even the playing field.

“Of course.”

“I’ve been meaning to say the same thing for a long time,” she says, feeling embarrassed by the confession regardless of circumstance.

“How long?” Kara asks, the softness of her expression making Lena want to press back in again.

“Too long,” Lena admits and Kara smiles.

“I’m glad I said something then,” Kara says, the curve of her lips turning into something more teasing. “You’d have been too stubborn to ever do anything about it.”

Lena tsks indignantly, pushing ineptly at Kara’s shoulder. Even though Lena’s pretty sure she doesn’t shove that hard, Kara stumbles back and pulls Lena with her. It’s not so bad this time; Lena ducks her head to kiss her. They stay at the top of the hill for a long while, their sled abandoned at the bottom.

–

Sam gives Lena the biggest I told you so when they get back on campus and stroll into the welcome back party hand in hand, but Lena just rolls her eyes at her friend and stays glued to Kara’s side, rewarding her with a kiss when she hands her a drink.

She can’t even bring herself to mind when Sam sends her about forty texts in regards to Kara’s Instagram post - the one with her arm slung around Lena’s shoulders and her lips pressed to Lena’s cheek, with a very cheesy caption: The best Christmas gift of all.

Sam can say as many I told you sos as she wants. Lena spends the latter half of her winter break wrapped up in Kara’s arms, plenty surprised and absurdly joyful. It was the best Christmas gift of all.

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Blackout Part 1

Summary: When a storm blows in just before finals it throws life into chaos with no power. But the trio’s home becomes a refuge in the storm. A place of warmth and happiness where everyone can gather to ride out the storm and enjoy some time together. Seonghwa and his love, Yeosang, find some special time together. A moment of respite in the storm.

Word count: 6.6k

Content warnings: fluff and smut, this time featuring Seonghwa and Yeosang, sex (m/m), a bathtub, the stress of finals and a blackout across town. Mostly happy bonding with friends and partners by candlelight.

‘Twas the weekend before finals when all through the city, not a building had power, it was a true pity. An ice storm had blown through late on Thursday coating everything with half an inch of ice bringing down power lines and tree branches. Classes were canceled on Friday and departments mailed out plans for finals, with professors encouraged to make finals something people could take at home if possible to leave halls that might need to be powered by generators for those that absolutely had to take tests on campus.

The dorm halls and residences were dark but at least heated, however, with no promise that power would be restored soon, people were eager to go home for the holidays as soon as possible. Students who were given the option for take home or online files were all making plans to head home early. Those who weren’t were forced to go to pick up meals from the one of the few functional cafeterias on campus. No one was happy with the situation.

In their little house near campus she, Mingi, and Yunho were happy to be in their cozy little home together. They were especially thankful for their fireplace and for the gas stove the place had come with, since it meant the interruption in power hadn’t given them nearly as much trouble as it was giving most of their friends. With the fridge and freezer down, they moved the frozen foods out to the backyard. The weather had remained around freezing since the storm and it would keep it as well as the freezer would have. The things that needed to be kept cool but not frozen, they kept in the little entry porch in a cooler that was just enough to keep things from freezing but was plenty cold. All in all, it was actually pretty nice, minus the fact that they couldn’t watch anything on TV and were only keeping only one phone on at a time. Their travel batteries had been real lifesavers actually.

On Friday evening they learned that Yunho’s chemistry class was keeping their scheduled practical final on Tuesday which he needed to stay for. Mingi’s math teacher, an old crotchety tenured professor, insisted on having an in person final for his 200 + person introduction course. He didn’t trust people not to cheat, nor did he trust the newfangled online tests some people in the department had started using. Luckily that was scheduled for Monday afternoon so it wouldn’t keep them there any longer than Yunho’s. She was lucky and had already been sent her four finals she had left for her classes and was hoping to have them done before they drove home for the long Christmas holiday.

At around 7 that Friday Yunho’s phone rang. It was a frazzled and stressed out Hong Joong wondering if he might be able to come and study with Yunho at their place. With no power he had been studying as much as he could during the daylight hours and making due with a hanging flashlight he had set up in the evening. He grumbled about not being able to make any of the food they had and being stuck with sandwiches for days with no way to cook in the house.

“We can cook here if you want to bring stuff to make some food here,” Yunho offered.

“You can cook?” Hong Joong perked up on the other end of the phone. “Do you have power?”

“No we just have a gas stove and oven,” Yunho explained.

“Wou...would you mind if I came to stay for a little while?” Hong Joong questioned hopefully. “I can bring food. I also have a solar charger we can share to charge phones and stuff. Also a radio I’ve been using to keep me sane.”

“Oh yeah sure, that would be fine,” Yunho agreed. As he finished speaking, he heard a shuffling, and then Hong Joong make an exclamation of objection.

“You can cook?” Came the tight voice of Seonghwa over the line.

“Ye...yes…” Yunho replied slowly.

“Can Yeo and I come study there?” Seonghwa sounded tense and close to begging. “I will cook food and I am good at it. Please. I miss warm food and I want to get out of this tiny dark room. I will do anything.”

“Sure,” Yunho laughed. “You guys can come, too. Maybe bring some candles or light as well as some food to make.”

“Thank you,” Seonghwa’s voice was full of relief as he said it. “I have to call Yeo and tell him to meet me. We will bring whatever we can. Ugh, if only one of our dorms just had one of the functioning cafeterias, I could bear to stay there. I just wish we weren’t going to have to come back and forth.”

“Do you mind if they stay for the weekend?” Yunho covered the mic and whisper asked the other two. When they nodded he brought the phone back to his ear and offered, “You guys could stay the weekend. Just come and bring whatever you need to study and clothes for a couple of days.”

“Seriously?” Seonghwa said, unsure if he could trust what his ears had just heard. It was too good to be true.

“Yeah,” Yunho confirmed. “We have room and it will be good to have everyone together in one place for studying. It will be a big help if you cook and bring extra food, so...yeah, you guys are welcome.”

“Thank you,” Seonghwa said gratefully before passing the phone back to Hong Joong.

“We can stay over?” Hong Joong asked, a note of extra hope entering his voice.

“Yeah, bring what you need,” Yunho confirmed. “Or at least what you can. We will make the best of this studying time and time to get the finals done before the holiday.”

“You guys are the best,” Hong Joong laughed. “Okay, we will see you soon.”

“So we’ll be having some guests it seems,” she said, setting her study material aside for the moment. “Guess that means I should clean up a little.”

“I’ll help,” Mingi offered, closing his math book for the moment.

“Me, too,” Yunho turned off the screen of his phone and set it on the coffee table. The boys redressed their beds to give the guests places to sleep while she cleaned up a little in the kitchen, doing the last of the dishes and checking what they had in their cabinets, thinking about what they might need. Yunho, when he was done making the bed, went out and grabbed more wood for the fireplace. It was starting to get dark and, while the furnace was keeping the house warm, the light and extra coziness it was giving the house was making the blackout much more pleasant.

They had decorated the house for Christmas after getting back from Thanksgiving with their families. They had bought a tree from one of the lots, strung it with colored lights, and bought a cacophony of colorful glass balls and bangles. It wasn’t the sort of tree that would have made it into one of those home life magazines but it was homey. Off on one side of the tree Yunho had eventually discovered a trio of special ornaments she had bought and tucked off to the side. They were little enamel picture frames, each with a photo of one of them, with Our First Christmas Together and the year written on the back. Yunho was in a bright blue oval shaped frame that had a sunburst sort of design under the enamel that caught the light when the tree was lit. Mingi was in a bright red square frame that had a sort of scaled or feathered sort of pattern that seemed to shimmer in the light. Hers was purple and round with little gems that dangled off the bottom. He wasn’t sure how long they had been there before he noticed, but he made sure to bring it to Mingi’s attention when he noticed it. They both loved it and wished they had thought of the gesture first, but of course she had done it. Silently they promised, next year they would surprise her, but this year they could both still get her something amazing for Christmas.

Mingi had gotten her an antique style pearl choker with a small square panel in front that had a starburst pattern in silver and crystals. He liked the idea of her wearing it, like a mark that she was his, even if everyone didn’t know it. He hadn’t given it to her. He was still deciding if he wanted to give it to her before they went home or save it for when they got back. There were still days to decide, so it stayed tucked far back in one of the drawers in his bedroom, waiting for the right time.

Yunho had bought her a hair comb from a local antique shop. He had gone expecting to get her something simple like earrings but had laid eyes on the ornate, two pronged, silver comb and knew it was what he needed to get her. She often twisted her hair up into easy buns on the back of her head, held there with one or two simple wooden hair sticks she used. This comb, with its gorgeous rococo style curved decorative plate would look perfect sitting in her hair. It was something she would use, which meant he would get to see his gift on her often; just a little something saying she was his.

They had gotten each other something as well. Yunho had bought Mingi a new, expensive pair of Bluetooth headphones he could use when he needed some isolation to keep his mind on studying. His last pair had started to wear out, the battery only lasting three or four hours these days. The new ones were better and would be more forgiving for his usual forgetfulness when it came to putting them on the charger when he was done.

Mingi had bought Yunho a new suit set including dress shirt, jacket, pants, tie, and pocket square. Yunho had noticed that he had outgrown his last set over Thanksgiving and knew that he needed to get something soon but had been putting it off due to school. Mingi had gotten him a steel grey suit with white button up and sky blue tie and pocket square. Honestly, he couldn’t wait to see him in that and really wanted to come up with some date, some occasion to see him in it. The color would go perfectly with his current blond locks he had gotten lightened even a shade brighter during his last visit to the hairdressers. That he was going to give Yunho before he went back home for the holidays, as there was a good chance he might have a reason to wear it then. As long as he brought it back home, since Mingi was dying to take him out in it with their girl.

Before long the house was really ready for guests and for more studying. She pulled out a few more candles and put them on the dining room table to light when people went there to eat or study, whatever might be needed. They had been concentrating the light in the living room, with a few candles around the room and a couple of wall sconces lit that she happened to have. They were remarkably good at lighting the room with their mirrored backs and high hanging light. She had bought them because she liked them, not knowing they would come to be genuinely useful and not just frivolous pretty things she just enjoyed having.

A little after eight, Hong Joong arrived at their door with a heavy bag in tow behind him, packed with school things, clothes, food, and other useful supplies he thought he could provide. He came into the house, grateful to be in the warmth again after battling icy sidewalks and freshly falling snow that was now coming down. It took him a moment after he took off his coat to take in the room he had entered. The whole place just oozed cozy warmth with its cheery decoration and surprising brightness given that he had been making due with a hanging flashlight.

“Wow,” was all he said when he looked up, taking it all in.

“Welcome to our home,” she greeted him with a hug, helping him take his things into the room. “Is there anything that needs to be kept cold in your stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” he shook his head, bringing himself back to the moment. “This stuff here is perishable.” He pulled out a bag with cheese, milk, meat, condiments, and a few other odds and ends he had that he and Hwa had decided he should take to be useful. “I also have this stuff that needs to be cooked but doesn’t need to be kept cold,” he said, passing a bigger bag to Mingi, who was standing nearby. “I think Hwa and Yeo are going to bring more but this is what I was tasked with bringing.”

“Thank you and make yourself at home,” She said, walking off to put the perishables in the makeshift fridge. “You can take one of the boys’ rooms. The beds have been made. You can leave your stuff in there and pick a place to study. We can do something about food when everyone gets here.”

“You guys are lifesavers,” Hong Joong said as he dragged his bag back towards the bedrooms.

It didn’t take long for Seonghwa and Yeosang to arrive at their front door, laden with food and other things they needed to study and make their place home for a short time. Seonghwa looked like he was ready to cry when he saw the cozy and welcoming interior of their house. After having faced the possibility of having the stress of studying in the dark with bad food, the relief was fresh and sharp.

“I am going to be in your debt for eternity,” he said, dropping his things near the door and drawing a slightly surprised Mingi into a tight hug.

“You’re welcome,” Mingi replied with an amused laugh and a gummy smile.

“This place is really nice,” Yeosang said, taking everything in with a slow scan of the room. “You even have a fireplace...wow.”

“You can put yourselves in the room that Hongjoong didn’t take,” Yunho instructed. “Is there food we need to deal with?”

“Yes but don’t worry about it,” Seonghwa picked up their other things and prepared to take things to the bedrooms. “Let me put things away and then I am going to deal with food. Where am I…” Yunho pointed down the hall and the two boys happily made their way back to take the unoccupied room. They re-emerged from down the hall with Seonghwa’s arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder and one of Yeosang’s slung loosely around his waist in return. Hong Joong appeared behind them, his arms laden with study material.

“Okay,” Seonghwa gave Yeosang a kiss on the side of his head before heading to get the food things he had left near the door. “Show me the kitchen.” Yunho gave an amused chuckle and led him through the wide doors that opened into the kitchen. Seonghwa looked like he was tempted to hug the stove when he laid eyes on it. He was almost in despair at the idea of not having ‘real’ food between now and finals. He instead settled for hugging Yunho again before he set about pulling everything out he had brought so that it could be organized and put away. Yeosang helped to gather the things to be put into the cold as Seonghwa decided what to cook for everyone.

“Is beef stew okay for everyone?” He asked after having taken stock of all the ingredients. Everyone gave affirmative answers and Seonghwa set to work preparing everything to go into the dinner. Yeosang wandered into the kitchen to help and she joined them shortly thereafter, making quick work of the chopping, peeling, and the searing. Soon, all that was left was the hour or so everything needed to simmer in the large pot.

With dinner sorted, everyone settled in around the living room with their books and notes to study. She settled in near the fireplace next to Yunho and Mingi, wrapping herself in a blanket as she pulled out the psych final she had decided to work on first. Yeosang and Seonghwa settled themselves on the smaller loveseat, Yeosang tucked in between his boyfriend’s spread legs as they both studied from large textbooks. Hong Joong stretched out on the couch, his head near the end where Yunho was seated near the fireplace, allowing him to poke at him occasionally as they both studied the material for their final.

By the time dinner was declared done by an ecstatically happy Seonghwa, everyone was ready to take a break from their studying. They served the stew in whatever dishes worked, not having quite enough bowls to go around. She and Hong Joong made do with a couple of large mugs, which were actually much easier to carry into the living room than the bowls. With the plentiful light and warm atmosphere, they decided it was the best place to eat.

“How many finals do you have?” Yeosang asked the room in general as he took a bite of the delicious stew.

“Three,” Mingi replied. “But only one has to be done on campus. The rest were changed to take home stuff given the circumstances.”

“I have four, but they are all take home,” she followed up. “I’m just hoping I can get them all done before we drive home for the holidays.”

“Oh that’s right,” Seonghwa waved his spoon in the direction of the trio. “You guys all came from the same place, didn’t you? Are your families all friends or something?”

“Sort of,” Yunho scrunched up his face a little as he rolled the explanation around in his mind. “They all know each other, but mostly because we know each other, not the other way around.”

“So then how did you all meet,” Yeosang asked as he leaned against his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Mingi threw us all in the water at summer camp.” Yunho said with a wide grin, successfully eliciting the reaction he hoped from the other boy.

“Hey,” Mingi objected, putting one hand on his hip as he spoke. “I did not...okay I sort of did. But it wasn’t like it sounds.”

“He got better with the canoes,” she noted with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Especially when there wasn’t the threat of ducks.”

“Come on,” Mingi pursed his lips and grumped at the two of them.

“Imagine if you hadn’t,” Yunho reached out to him, stroking his cheek softly. “Our girl might be with San and...well...we would probably be alone or something. Oof, not a pleasant thought really.”

“I guess we really owe those ducks,” she joked, falling into peels of laughter at the thought. Beside her Mingi huffed, pulling her into his lap for a kiss that ate her laughter. Yunho scooted over, wrapping his arms around both of them with the warmest expression on his face.

“I think you had to be there,” Yeosang faux whispered to his boyfriend, causing him to give a snort of laughter and slap his shoulder playfully.

“I am so single…” Hong Joong sighed, his eyes looking between the two couples who were there in front of him. He tucked into his soup with a shake of his head, glad to be there but also wishing he had someone to bring with him, like his roommate did. Seonghwa glowed when he was around Yeosang, or Sangie, as he often called him, getting groans and eyerolls from those near enough to hear it. He and Hwa had met in a dance class together last year and the two had been nearly inseparable since then.

They finished the stew and Hong Joong, Yunho and Mingi volunteered for dish duty since they hadn’t helped with cooking. Even though it was nearing 11 at that point, most of them wanted to press on with studying.

“Hey love, can you bring in the big bottle of cider?” Yunho asked Mingi as they finished the dishes. Mingi nodded and headed to the porch to bring in the gallon bottle of cider they had bought a few days ago. While Mingi retrieved that, Yunho scoured the cabinets to find the packet of mulling spices they had somewhere.

“Here you go,” Mingi set the heavy glass bottle on the counter, pressing a quick kiss to the side of Yunho’s neck, causing the other boy to blush and giggle. “What are you making?”

“I thought some cider would be good as a sort of desert,” Yunho shrugged.

“Mmmm, good idea,” Mingi moved to hug him from behind, tucking his head in on Yunho’s shoulder as he watched him work. “Warm and cozy.”

“It’s kind of fun having everyone here,” Yunho noted as he lit the burner under the pan. “Don’t you think?”

“Mmm,” Mingi agreed. “It’s more fun than just studying alone would have been. And Seonghwa can cook; that stew was delicious.”

“Maybe we can have them over more often,” Yunho suggested, swaying in the arms of the other boy.

“Sometimes,” Mingi agreed. “I still want time just with the two of you.”

“Of course,” Yunho turned his head and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Time with you is the best part of my day.”

“Yeah?” Mingi asked shyly, flashing him a gummy grin. Yunho made a mhmm sound and moved to put his arms around his shoulders and took his lips in a slow, lazy kiss.

“Awww, am I missing all the fun?” She teased as she joined them in the kitchen, having come to see what had been keeping them since the dishes were done.

“Yes,” Mingi teased, looking at her over his shoulder, not letting go of the man in his arms.

“Poor me,” she pretended to pout. “Good thing I came to check, I suppose.”

“Come here,” Yunho beckoned, pulling slightly out of Mingi’s arms, enough to lift her onto the counter next to them. Mingi took her lips and Yunho nibbled down along the side of her neck below her ear. She gave a moaning giggle into Mingi’s mouth, shivering at the tickling sensation being sent through her.

The hiss of the cider starting to simmer in the pan brought them apart. They portioned the cider into mugs and took them out to the others in the living room. Hong Joong took his mug in his hands, clasping it joyfully and breathing in the fallish scent with a contented grin.

“I forgot how good this stuff could be,” he sighed. “I swear I haven’t had this in years and I don’t know why.”

“Mmmm,” Seonghwa hummed happily in agreement. “I am loving this all but I am starting to get tired. I think I am going to have to shower and get ready for bed after this. I am pretty sure that the words are just passing through my brain and leaving no mark at this point.”

“Well we have showers and hot water,” she offered. “We even have a nice bathtub if you want to use it.”

“Oh man, it has been so long since I had a bath,” Seonghwa sighed.

“You and Yeo could, uh, share it,” Yunho suggested. “It’s big enough for two if you want to relax a little before you head to sleep.”

“Really?” Seonghwa sat up straighter and sent a look to his boyfriend. It had been a while since they had a place to relax together that wasn’t one of their dorm rooms when their roommates happened to be out.

“If Mingi and I can fit in it, you two should be just fine.” Yunho chucked. “I’ll show you where it is.”

Seonghwa hopped up, taking Yeosang by the hand, and followed Yunho down the hall. They made their way through the shared bedroom to the master bathroom, candles in hand. Yunho pulled out a couple of towels for them and showed them where they kept the bath bombs and scented oils they used in the bath. They thanked him for the help and for the accommodations and let him go on his way. Seonghwa started the bath while Yeosang got their toothbrushes and pajamas from their room for them to change into when they were clean and ready to go to sleep.

The candle light danced off the pale tiles and glinted off the chrome fixtures. The room was warm and cozy as snow fell outside the small distorted window high up on one wall. The sill had a growing line of snow that was building on it as it continued to fall, deafening the world around them.

Seonghwa stripped his clothes off and slipped into the warm water he had scented with rose. The steam rose from the surface of the water, wafting the scent into the air with it. He shut off the water just before Yeosang returned, clothes and toiletries tucked under his arm.

“Getting started without me,” he tsked, setting them down on the counter by the sink.

“Just making sure it is perfect,” Seonghwa retorted, sending him a tempting smile. He slid himself under the water, dampening his hair and face in the warm water. He stretched out his hand to his boyfriend, inviting him in with a hungry look through his damp eyelashes. “Come in, the water is fine.”

Yeosang smiled down at him as his hands went to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it off over his head. Seonghwa bit his lip as he looked at the smooth stretch of skin he exposed in the flickering light of the room. He could never get enough of him. His slim, muscular body, the soft ripple of his abs that ended in the softest wisp of a happy trail.

Yeosang loved the feel of Hwa’s eyes on him as he undressed. The way he looked at him made him feel like the sexist thing on the planet. There was always a fire in them; an unsated thirst. He loved it, so he took his time as he slowly unfastened the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. His eyes watched the flash of emotions that crossed Seonghwa’s face as he languidly slid his pants and underwear past his hips and thighs before letting them drop and stepping out of them.

He walked over to the tub and slid into the water, sitting himself on Seonghwa’s waiting lap, looping his arms around his boyfriend's broad shoulders. The water lapped lightly around their chests, filling the near silence of the room. Yeosang let his gaze meet Seonghwa’s with an unbroken intensity, not needing words to tell him how much he wanted him.

Seonghwa leaned forward letting his hands reach up from behind to hold Yeosang’s shoulders as he pressed a kiss to his chest. His lips brushed along the soft skin, feeling their way over the lean muscles of his pecs and up to his collarbone.

“It’s been too long,” Seonghwa whispered against him as Yeosang let his head fall back, allowing his lover more access.

“It’s only been a week,” Yeosang gave a breathy chuckle as he felt the other boy’s lips follow the line of his pulse up the side of his neck.

“That doesn’t count,” Seonghwa protested, one hand traveling up to tangle in the soft blond locks of Yeosang’s hair.

“Oh?” He asked breathlessly.

“Sneaking something in during the twenty minutes it takes for Hongjoong to go get something to eat from downstairs definitely doesn’t count,” Seonghwa clarified sternly, before nipping the soft skin just below Yeosang’s ear.

“I thought you liked the thrill of maybe getting caught,” Yeosang teased. “The possibility of someone seeing you fall apart with just my hand down your pants.”

“Maybe a little,” Seonghwa admitted, his lips quirking into a half smile. “But how could I have said no with all that teasing you were doing all day. Sitting in my lap and grinding your wonderful little ass on me every time you knew someone wouldn’t catch you. Ugh, tease.”

“Like you were any better,” Yeosang pointed out, his hands moving to splay over Seonghwa’s chest. “Slipping your hand in my pocket. You knew that hole was there before you did it, too.”

“That will teach you to put off fixing holes in your clothes,” Seonghwa laughed before bringing Yeosangs lips down to his. Their kiss began as a slow, sensual exploration of their mouths that slowly became more heated as Yeosang pressed Hwa’s head back. He raised himself slightly onto his knees until he loomed over him, leaving Seonghwa breathless and at his mercy.

Yeosang pulled back from the kiss and looked down at the wanton face of his boyfriend. He loved seeing him like this. His assertion that what they had gotten in last week ‘didn’t count’ was pretty fair he decided. A quick shared handjob they could sneak in with the risk of getting caught might be fun, but he loved to see the pleasure dazed face he could bring to him even before he really touched him. He loved taking his time with him, tasting the saltiness of his skin and the sweet flavor of his lips.

“Can I make love to you tonight?” Yeosang asked, kissing his way across Seonghwa’s beautifully high cheekbones.

“Make love to me now,” Seonghwa urged.

“Here?” Yeosang gave a low chuckle. “In someone else’s bathroom?”

“Turnabout is fair play,” He snorted, thinking of the first time he had met those three.

“Mmmm, true,” Yeo admitted, letting one hand sink down to brush the pad of his thumb over the tip of Hwa’s growing erection. “Switch places with me?”

“Sure,” Seonghwa nodded and twisted himself to allow Yeo to sit with his back against the edge of the tub and move him into his lap. Hwa felt his boyfriend’s erection brush against his inner thigh as they switched places, sending a shiver through him. He loved when Yeo was inside him as much as he loved the times the roles were reversed. When he was in his lap, he could look down at that beautifully sculpted face with it’s perfectly symmetrical features. He would never get tired of those warm eyes looking up at him.

Hwa brought his face down to Yeo as he felt the other boy's hands slowly make their way down along his back to the curve of his ass. His fingers brushed over the muscles there, enjoying their softness as he gave them a quick squeeze. With excruciating slowness, he moved the tip on one finger to brush over the pucker of muscle nestled between the soft cheeks.

Hwa let out a sigh and ground himself forward at the sensation of the tentative touch. He knew it wasn’t reluctance that slowed the touch of his lover, but the enjoyment he got from drawing out the moment; from the pleasure he caused with his teasing. When they had the time, there was nothing Yeosang loved more than bringing Hwa near to tears with his teasing before he would take him; waiting for that moment of desperation at his teasing before he would do as he asked. Seeing the hunger and desire twist his features into a mask of craving always gave Yeosang that pang of power and pleasure.

“Tell me how much you want me,” Yeo prompted, massaging Hwa’s entrance as he did.

“I need you in me tonight,” Hwa obliged, letting his desire be on full display as he spoke. “I need this moment this week. It’s been so hard and I just want a moment that is just you and just me.”

“I wish I could always take you into my arms like this,” Yeosang admitted as Hwa leaned in to brush his lips over his forehead. “I want to hold you as we go to sleep every night.”

“If only one of us didn’t have a roommate,” Hwa lamented with a sigh. Much as he loved Hong Joong as a friend, lately he had been wanting more space. He wanted privacy and the freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted.

“Maybe next year we can get our own place, like this one,” Yeosang proposed as he finally pushed one finger inside.

“You want to live with me?” Hwa gave a shuddering sigh and let his head fall slightly back at the sensation.

“Yeah, I want to be with you more,” Yeosang conceded. “I’d love to be with you every night and make love to you in the morning.”

“That sounds like heaven,” Hwa smiled and pressed his lips to Yeosangs.

“Is that a yes,” Yeo questioned, broadening the circles he was making as he worked Hwa’s body open for his entry.

“Yes,” Seonghwa nodded, cupping Yeosangs cheeks in his wet hands and kissing him more deeply. Their tongues battled slowly as Yeosang worked another finger in, then scissored gently to make sure his lover's body was ready for him.

When Hwa whined with need, Yeosang finally sunk down slightly more in the water and positioned himself to enter Hwa. He let the other boy work himself down his length, going as fast or as slow as he wanted as he took him in. When he was finally all the way down, Hwa let out a breath he had been holding, relishing the sensation of Yeo so deep inside him.

“Fuck, you always feel so good around me,” Yeosang groaned, his hands coming to grip the other boy’s narrow hips.

“I love the way you fill me,” Hwa returned, gripping the sides of the tub for leverage as he prepared to move. He threw his head back and arched as he slowly began to move himself up and down. Yeosang could only admire the smooth, broad expanse of his lover's chest as he moved. In the candlelight he looked divine, droplets of water sparkling over his skin as they dripped down its smoothness.

“Have I told you today that you are beautiful?” Yeo breathed quietly.

“Next to you, I hardly compare,” Seonghwa leaned in to press his forehead to the other boys, slightly increasing his speed as he moved himself up and down his length. Yeosang’s hand went to encircle the turgid length of Hwa’s erection wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he could.

Hwa’s movements stuttered at the increased sensation, he shuddered and let out a little moan. “Do you think you’ll last longer than me if you do that,” He challenged, his eyes locking on Yeo’s hungrily as he continued to move.

“Yeah I think you’ll come first,” Yeo set his chin with an angle of defiance as he looked up a Hwa with hooded eyes.

“I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we,” Hwa breathed, moving faster and taking him as deeply as he could. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing and the sloshing of the water around them. It was a battle of wills between them and there would be no losers. They both threw themselves into the sensations of pleasure, both the giving and the taking. For the moment there was no one else, nothing else. They were the pleasure and the tension itself.

“I think you’re going to win,” Hwa shuddered, his knuckles going white with the strength of his grip on the curved edges of the tub.

“Then cum for me,” Yeosang demanded with a soft confidence as he expertly moved his hand over Hwa in the way he knew he loved. He watched Hwa’s face with rapt attention as his face and body contorted with the almost painful rise of pleasure he was riding. When his orgasm hit, he paused in his movements, half collapsing forward as his arms and legs quivered from pleasure and exertion. He let out a broken moan, his head lolling forward as he lost himself in the sensation and burst of peaceful satisfaction that filled him up as it passed.

“Can I…” Yeosang asked for permission to move. Seonghwa nodded and braced himself as he tried to catch his breath. Yeo gripped his hips harder and thrust himself up into Hwa as his muscles fluttered around him. He was close and it had been a near race to their finish. It only took a few minutes of his enthusiastic thrusts for him to find his own pleasure, emptying himself into Hwa’s body, loving the way it held him in its warm depths as waves of pleasure rode him.

Seonghwa pressed his lips to the corner of Yeosang’s mouth as he panted, lying limp in the bath beneath him. He looked so beautiful, damp and exhausted by pleasure.

“We definitely need a place with a bathtub.” Seonghwa said as he held Yeo’s face between his hands, his thumbs stroking his cheekbones, leaving droplets of water in their wake.

“Liked this that much, did you,” Yeosang let out a tired scoff and cracked one eye open.

“If I had known you looked this good wet,” Seonghwa joked. “I would have gotten you into a shower or tub months ago.”

“See, you promise that now,” Yeosang gave a dramatic sigh, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “But watch us move in together and have you get bored of me since you can have me anytime you want.”

“Please,” Seonghwa scoffed, and smacked Yeosang’s chest lightly. “As if I would be so fickle.”

“Promise?” Yeosang smiled up at him, pushing a lock of hair off the other boy’s forehead.

“Cross my heart,” he captured the hand as it was pulling away and pressed a kiss to the palm.

They stayed sitting in the cooling water for another couple of moments before Hwa felt strong enough, in both body and spirit, to lift himself off of Yeosang. They both shivered as they finally separated, Hwa giving an unsteady giggle at the sensation. He was able to get himself out of the water, pulling one of the towels off the rack and wrapping it around himself. Yeosang followed, taking the other towel before he pulled the plug on the drain, allowing the water to slowly be siphoned away.

“I think we were a little vigorous,” Seonghwa laughed, feeling the slight puddle on the tiles under their feet.

“Too much water,” Yeosang agreed, dropping the towel he had used on the floor to soak up the water now that he was mostly dry. Seonghwa pulled his pajamas on and hung up his towel to dry and Yeosang did the same when he was satisfied with his sopping up of their little puddle. They brushed their teeth and gathered their dirty clothes under their arms, ready to go to sleep.

They made their way out to the living room, after dropping their things in the room on the way, and bid everyone good night after getting glasses of water from the kitchen. Sex could be very thirsty work. Hand in hand, they padded back down the hall to the room they would occupy during their stay. Crawling in under the covers, Seonghwa curled around the body of the other boy, happily tucking himself along Yeosang from the back.

“Whose room is this, anyway?” Yeosang asked as he laced his fingers with Seonghwa’s where they held him around the waist.

“Mingi’s I think,” Seonghwa replied.

“How many nights do you think he has actually spent in here,” humor danced in Yeosang’s voice as he asked the question.

“Not many,” Seonghwa admitted with a laugh.

“Lucky guy, isn’t he?” Yeosang observed as he closed his eyes with a yawn.

“Not as lucky as me,” Seonghwa muttered as he buried his nose in Yeosang’s neck. Sleep claimed them quickly as the rest of the house also moved to settle in for the night. Outside snow continued to fall, but inside the house was warm and cozy with each room filled with love and contentment.

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years

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Highway to Heaven (Taeyong x you)

Another short one shot.

You and Taeyong! Bringing back Highway to Heaven coz that song is my all time fave!

Enjoy!

"The number you are calling is not active, please try again." A cheery-apologetic tone greets me again. Yes again.

I sigh realizing there's no more reason to try and redial his number. Of course the same answer will be given. A dozen of apologies, sweet nothings, and another false promises of "make it up to you."

I toss my phone to the couch along with myself, turn the TV on and decided to at least cheer myself up. I glance at my wrist and note the time shown on my watch : 07.00 pm. We were supposed to be together; I don't know probably eating our main course while laughing and reminiscing the journey of our love story which just turns 2 years today. However, since 05.00 pm I've been dressed up nicely, waiting patiently for my busy boyfriend to at least ring me up and tell me to get ready as he is on his way. But no. Nothing happens according to the plan. We agreed this morning through a call that he will leave to pick me at 05.00pm and we will head to the restaurant he reserved.

I tap my heels on the ground, and try to think rationally. Maybe his battery died and the road is crowded. Yeah that must be the reason. I mean.. he won't forgot this right? It's our special night and I can understand we were both busy in the morning, that's also the reason we decided to spend our special night together, I left work earlier today just to be ready.. but here I am still waiting over my missing boyfriend.

I reach my phone and type a short message to another person; hoping that he knows the latest news update about my date.

Soon after he reads my text message, he calls me.

"Hey, sorry if I disturb your night.. but.. are you still practicing?" I ask a bit worried.

The man over the line sounds out of breath as he answers my question. "No you're not disturbing. Yeah our practice got hold up. And I'm not sure if we are ending soon. Why?"

"ah.." I noted to myself. Then he must be busy, that's why he doesn't pick up my calls nor answer my texts.

"Is something wrong? Do you need any help?"

"Oh it's nothing. Okay thank you for the news, Jae. Have you guys eaten dinner?" I worry about their health. It is almost past dinner time, and I'm also starving.

"We just ate gimbab. Do you want to speak to Taeyong? I guess you called me because he did not pick up his calls.. am I right?" Jaehyun playfully questions me.

Well before knowing Taeyong, Jaehyun is my best friend and since his debut with NCT, I am introduced by him as his best-est friend. Saying that his motivator is me, and he can debut because I supported him. From that moment I look around and introduce myself, there are sparks flying when I saw Taeyong's sincere smile. And because of that, I decided to find a job which allows me to have more time with them (especially their leader). That resulted in me being their stylist. I work with 2 other stylist, but I am the head of the group.

Back to the call.

"I can understand. Tae is busy right? Just please tell him not to overwork himself. And please tell him to update me if he'll be coming tonight. That's all. I'll probably come with some foods in 40 minutes." I speak as I gather my things up and reach for my coat.

It's starting to get cold, and despite the disappointment, rage, and sadness in my heart, Iput it aside first to support Tae and the boys. I mean it's not his fault. Their comeback is near and I knew since day 1 that His idol career comes first. I begged him to do that, for the sake of both of our well being.

"Great! My break is over. I need to end the call. Be safe darl!" Jaehyun sends a kiss over the call and I smiled.

I grab my keys and lock my apartment door. Driving to the nearest Chinese take-out restaurants, I ordered ten portions of jajangmyeon and three tangsuyuk. Then my car accelerates to their prison. Oops I mean their studio.

I come on time. While taking the lift, I happen to walk-over their dance teacher and he told me NCT is done for tonight. I bow to him and rush to get to their door. It's almost 08.00 pm and I'm also starving.

The door opens and everyone's eyes looked up to the plastic bag in my hands.

"OUR ANGEL IS HERE! GOSH! We almost starve to death! The devil here is starving us!" Haechan screams and runs to help me carry the heavy bags. Though I'm pretty sure he did it not out of gentleness but because he is starving.

Taeyong seems surprised to see me walking into the studio with dinner and a nice outfit. Yeah I have no time to change, actually it's just a plain black dress hugging me nicely, and Taeyong is always hungry for me in a simple fitting attire. I wear the coat he gave me, a long outer coat which he nicely decorated for me. Seeing me in that special outfit, he seems to remember something. It's irregular for me to show up this proper, usually I grab a comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants, because sometimes I want to dance along and skirts are just forbidding me to break dance. I see him face-palms himself and messes his hair. A sign whenever he's contemplating with himself.

I broke our eye contact and a part of my heart feels bad for him, he must be working so hard yet he is still trying to make time for me.. that makes me feel bad for urging him to bring me for a date tonight. Another part feels more relieved that Tae does not entirely forget his promise... but still the tiniest bit of my heart aches as I realize another special day is coming to an end with failed plans.

"Tae, how are you sweetie?" I walk to him and stand on my toes to cup his face.

He leans closer to me and after giving me a peck on my lips, he whispers "I'm sorry.. I'll make it up to you.. I swear you look beautiful."

"Shh. Keep it for tonight. Let's eat first I'm starving." I grin and pull him to join the others. He forces a smile at first, but upon eating together with me and the others his smile changes.

Thanks to Haechan and Doyoung bickering over pouring the sauce or dipping the tangsuyuk, we all had a happy dinner.

I finish my plate and reach to help Taeyong since he looks super tired.

"Aaaaa" I raise the chopstick to his mouth and grab the whole group's attention.

Taeyong plays along and happily lets me feed him. The other members are comfortable enough with the two of us dating and being cheesy, they even help us do anything we did not think at first.

"Ah I'm jealous. I also want someone to feed me." Winwin pouts while stirring his bowl.

"Let me," Yuta excitedly grabs Winwin's bowl and the whole group laughs.

Dinner ended nicely, we put the trashes into the plastic bag and throw it away.

"So.. are we staying or go back?" Mark questions the team after a good one hour break.

"I think we can call it a night." Jaehyun rushes and looks over to Taeil and Johnny: sending a signal.

"Right! We've done well, and I think a good rest is also important for our health." Taeil, as the oldest, states.

I lookat Jaehyun with questionable face but he just throws me his dimple smile. I knew it.. he must've caught on what's happening between me and Tae.

Yes, Jaehyun is a quick man. He saw my attire, he saw how Taeyong acts like he feels bad about something and when he asks Johnny and Taeil does it make sense if their leader is forgetting a special day.. or unable to fulfil a special day promise... the two agree and so they plan to let Taeyong has his night.

"Okay, let's divide the cars. Yuta, Winwin, mark and Haechan you go together. Then we'll take the other car." Johnny stands up and gathers his belongings.

The others cheer and scatter across the studio, cleaning up their mess and picking up their coats. The younger ones leave first and Taeyong with his puzzled face asks the remaining 4

"What is that? I haven't spoken a word and they're gone?" Taeyong picks up his phone and pockets it.

"It's okay Tae, we know.. Anyways.. Happy anniversary for the two of you!" Doyoung pats Taeyong's shoulder, smiles to me and walks to exit the door.

"We will bring the other members home, so you can have your time." Johnny winks and exits.

Before Taeyong could open his mouth, Jaehyun shuts him up "Be gentle okay! My best friend here is fragile!" Jaehyun laughs and leave too.

"All the best for you two! No worries Tae, the dorm is under my control. Enjoy the night!" Taeil waves and closes the door.

Taeyong's face flushed red and he hides his face behind his hands. I laugh at his cuteness and hug his left hand.

"So.. they are giving you for me tonight! It's nice of them. Shall we go?" I sound happy and excited. Like I forgot what he made me do... waiting for him for a good 2 hours.

"Gosh.. yeah they're unpredictable. Anyways.. as I said.. I'll make it up to you. Now.. where to?" he grabs his coat and then turns off the lights.

He takes over my car and drives to my apartment. The whole ride is full with rambles of apologies and cries of frustration from Taeyong.

"My phone died.. I didn't get any of your calls.. and the dance teacher did not let us have breaks.. I'm super sorry you have to reach Jaehyun to ask for my update.. gosh it looks like Jaehyun is a better man than me."

I quickly deny him, "hey! What are you talking about. You are my man.. I'm dating you not him.. and I can understand your reason for not picking me up. Don't blame yourself Tae. Look, I've forgiven you.. and let's promise each other to not discuss about this at all. Tonight we'll spend it well and forget everything else behind. Just for-" I glance at my watch "- for 3 hours, we'll spend them nicely okay."

Taeyong lets a tear fall and I tease him for being a softie, which successfully brings a smile on his face.

That night, he compliments me for wearing his favorite dress, but then things are more interesting after we finish half bottle of our wine and truths are spilled here and there. As the night deepens, so did our kiss. He ends up undressing me from his so-called favorite dress and goes way wilder than what Jaehyun advised.

The intense rock on my bed leaves the two of us gaping and smiling as we reach for one another's warmth. The heater does not need to work tonight, and after-glows with Taeyong are always wonderful.

I run my fingers over his hair which wetly sticks to his godly face. Tracing my digits over his sharp jawline and bringing his hair back. I clean the strands of hair covering his face and lean in closer to my favorite part of his face.

It was not his dreamy eyes, cute nose, or sexy lips.. Taeyong closes his eyes as I inch closer to put a kiss on his scar. The scar he had when he was a child, the scar he used to hide , but I made him love that and be proud of it.

Yes, I always kiss his scar softly and mumbles out how his beauty never decreased. How his scars are beautiful too and that really helps Taeyong boosts his confidence..

He embraces me deeper, planting marks over my necks claiming me as his, trailing down my collar bone and leaving butterfly kisses down my left arm. He reaches to hold my left arm and plants a not too short not too long kiss over my pulse on my left hand. It was not pretty. There are traces and marks of dirty lines, deep cuts were once there. Cutting had once been my drug and Jaehyun helped me get through it a lot. If I can treasure Taeyong's flaw.. so can he.

He rubs the fading scars gently and as we lock eyes one more time, our bodies involuntarily move again and the night is long.

We climbed up and down our ecstasy, letting all of our feelings go out. Sweet was there, anger raged there, tears were flowing out of our eyes, we let out all of our emotions out and cleans the mess up with a sweet round. We always bring our emotions to bed and to finish them, a round full of praises and love will drives the two of us to dream land and be the reason our chain link strengthen.

It isnever easy watching Taeyong beside pretty and perfect "Barbie dolls". He too did not find it easy whenever someone flirts with me when I did their hair and clothes. Working for a model company and as a model itself, sometimes make Taeyong's blood boils.

The bed becomes our war zone and paradise. Thanks to this activity we always did whenever we felt we've kept too much.. we can go stronger each day.

"I love you Tae, don't be sorry alone. I am also sorry for not considering your tight schedule." I reach out for his hand after we descended our high together.

"You're a true understanding angel. It's not wrong the guys call you angel. And I am your Mr. Demon, but I'm really sorry you always end up like this."Taeyong smirks.

"Yeah. Anyways, we can't live without one another. And I always enjoys ending up at the bed like this with you. This is a real pain and pleasure experience. I got to say other couples have to try this." I trace abstract lines over his chest.

He giggles a bit from the feeling and returns my action by drawing circles on my sweaty back "What? Try to get half drunk and rock their bed while releasing each other's stress? And then wrapping up with a sweet round? I guess we might as well make a video out of it and be the nice example." Taeyong chuckles and pulls me closer to him. His legs intertwine mine and I punch him for his ideas.

"You want other people seeing my body? Gosh! You don't even let me take the offers for an underwear photo shoot." I rise my eyebrow judging.

He bites his lips and drags his hand lower to my back.

"That's because many men will use you to get off. And I don't like that. Gosh... don't you know how hard was it for me to control myself when you show up in that black dress earlier only with my outer coat. Don't you see the fire In their eyes." Taeyong pouts upon mentioning this.

"And earlier you said you want to make a cam about our activity. I'm confused.. so do you actually want to share me or not." I laugh and Taeyong quickly shuts me with a kiss.

"Never. I was kidding. You're mine and only mine to see touch and feel. You're my precious." He clings into me like a koala to a tree.

I rub his hair and bury my face over his crook of shoulder. Inhaling his scent, I found my peace back. All of my anger and disappointment is gone as we did one round full of rage earlier.. and now I found my peace back as my eyelids grew heavier.

"Sleep tight my cherry-bomb. Happy 2 years anniversary." Taeyong fixes the blanket over us and we both sleep well.

The sun shyly peeks from my window shades and after much tossing and turning, we cannot find a position where the sun ray did not burn our eyes. We failed. So we wake up... have our nice bath together.. Another quick round and finally sit for breakfast. It's Sunday and Taeyong has his free day. We ignore our phone since last night and just enjoy catching up with one another over a warm glass of coffee and smooth pancakes. Taeyong sits on his stool and his hand reaches for a new magazine lying in the table. Gosh I forgot to keep my latest magazine. I pray Taeyong did not notice anything.. or did not even open the pages. But he did. I mean there's no reason he did not check a fashion book. He's always following trends and modes.

True enough I hear him turning the pages and stops on one image. I waitor his reaction and voila!

"What is this photo shoot for?" He always asks the same question: whenever he saw a picture of me and a male model.

"Umm.. the dress of course." I answer him, still not facing him

"This?" he points at the photo.. I turn around and see my latest photo shoot. Woah it's nice though.

"A wedding photo shoot Tae.. you never forbid me in taking one right?" I flip the last pancake and transfer it to the plate with arranged fruits.

"Yeah yeah... I want to do that too!" he pouts as he flip the next pages and found more.

"You did this many!" he shakes his head

"Well, you can ask your manager..and maybe get one for yourself."

"No! I mean the real one... not with a model.. not for a magazine. Us.. our wedding picture." He smirks and I freeze in my place with face as red as a brick.

He closes the book, pushes it aside and grabs his fork to start digging in.

"I'm looking up for more breakfast like this with you. Remember that, my goal is a wedding picture with you. Now, good morning my cherry-bomb. Thanks for last night." He speaks as he puts in a mouthful of the pancake and berries.

"Stop making me blush. It's still too early." I lose my cool.

"It's ten.. quite not early. But I'm in for more Sundays like this." Taeyong winks and I have to look elsewhere to make my heart beat slower.

The morning continues with more cheesy lines and soft side of Taeyong shown. I got to admit this is why I fall in love with him every day. There seems to be more and more things that I found out about him and his charms.

"To the man I love now and forever, Lee Taeyong, cheers" I bring my coffee cup to bump his.

"To the woman I love now til forever meets a long time! Wait for me to make us a home." He bumps the mug and we drink our bitter sweet coffee.

It's afternoon and I am working on the modification of NCT's comeback clothes when my phone buzzed. Taeyong is busy across me gluing patches to the jackets.

I reach for my phone and see a pop up message from Jaehyun

"Did he go bomb or cherry? ;;) "

I bite my lips as I quickly reply

"He went highway to Heaven."

"Aw man I lose."

"What? What did you bet now.."

"Johnny said it will be Bomb.. I said Cherry.. and Doyoung won. Gosh how unlucky are we."

"Well congrats to my rabbit prince. What are you losing Jae?"

"House chores for the whole week. Okay enjoy your time."

"who's that?" Taeyong has been waiting for me to drop my phone. He looks curious and a bit annoyed. We agreed to not use the phone at all until Monday..

"Sorry.. it's Jaehyun"

"and.. what did he say?" Taeyong sounds cool. He knew Jaehyun and me are only friends. And he trusts Jaehyun with all his heart: he even wished he was his brother.

"He asked if yesterday was Cherry or Bomb.." I reply while fixing my eyes on the jacket in front of me. It's Winwin's costume and I need to decorate his.

"uh-huh.. and.." Taeyong bites his lips. He's also curious what I think about last night.

"Highway to Heaven Tae," I wink at him and he hypes up. He acts like he win a Nobel prize and suddenly returns to his cool image.

"that's hot. Accurate. Now we should stop flirting if we want to finish the jackets and have another round. Tell me how you would like it." He bites his lips and shoots me his hand.

"Stop it Tae! I can't concentrate." I close my eyes and take several deep breathes.

"Arraseo.. just tell me okay." He winks and then focuses on his work.. while secretly giggling at how I am super red right now.

"Ah yeah, I love you darling!" he blows me a kiss and acts back to his thinking mode.

He is modifying his own jacket and I'm pretty sure he wants it to be perfect. So I let him stay silent while I finish the rest too.

'We'll take the Highway to Heaven!"

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willow-lane · 3 years

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I saw [WILLOW LANE] at a coffee shop in [BROOKLYN] today. I forgot how much [SHE] looks like [MADELYN CLINE]. They are a [TWENTY-THREE] year old [WAITRESS] who’s been in NYC for [A YEAR] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [SPONTANEOUS AND FREE SPIRITED] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [NON-COMMITTAL AND SELF-INDULGENT]. [OUT OF THE BLUE BY KATIE PRUITT] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio. / @villagestart

Hello everyone! I’m Ella and I’m super excited to be part of this roleplay and introduce Willow to all of you, she’s a new muse but she’s based on an old muse of mine so I think I have her figured out or mostly lol. I’d love to plot with all of you, so please like this or hmu. If you want my discord, I’d be happy to give it to you, just ask :D

basics

NAME: ava willow lane

NICKNAME: will, lolo, pillow

GENDER: cis female

PLACE OF BIRTH: burlington, vermont

DATE OF BIRTH: september 28, 1997

AGE: twenty-three

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

OCCUPATION: waitress

NEIGHBORHOOD: brooklyn

background

Burlington was a dream within a dream, the station next to heaven. A town in love with itself and whose residents gloated about the wooded land, creased by hills, and threaded by streams.

The Lanes were living the typical American dream: the big house with the white picket fence, a large backyard and two perfect children. It was dreamlike.

Their kids could count themselves lucky and Willow Lane certainly did for most of her life. As the youngest daughter of a successful surgeon and a renowned psychotherapist who taught at the University of Vermont, she was taught that receiving an education was the only way to get ahead in life.

Her parents made sure to set their kids to success and while most of the kids from her street were out there playing, she was holed up in her room, reading the stacks of encyclopedia books her parents bought me for her birthday.

As a young child, Willow was filled with a sense of wonder, and encouraged by her curious personality she wanted to learn everything.

By the time she was in the sixth grade, she was smarter than most of the kids in her class, still her parents reminded her every day that she must outrank them all. Her parents took pride in her achievements. They were quick to boast about it in public, but they remained strict in private. Anything less than gold didn’t deserve a place on the wall.

Her afternoons were always full. Whether it was ballet class, french lessons, piano lessons or soccer practice. She had no time for herself.

Then high school started and by then she was overworked. Tired of chasing perfection and only being met with a “try harder”.

TW: DRUGS, ADDICTION, VOMIT MENTION, PANIC ATTACK: While she was still number one at her school, it was taking everything in her to keep it that way. Her parents didn’t know about those panic attacks she suffered at night or how she threw up before any competition. To them, she was handling well and she was very good at pretending but she also had a little secret. In her sophomore year, she was introduced to Adderall and she was quickly hooked. END OF TW

When she got accepted into a prestigious university, her parents didn’t hesitate to brag about how their kid would attend an Ivy League but Willow was mortified.

Back in Burlington, she was the biggest fish in the sea but at Princeton there were students who were better and shone brighter than her.

Maybe it was because she was suddenly cast into a whole new world that was so different from the one she grew up in. Maybe it was because she had harbored a bit of resentment towards her parents for her wasted youth. Whatever it was, by the end of her freshman year, university had swallowed her up.

TW ALCOHOL, DRUGS, DEPRESSION She got into a bad crowd, drank herself into oblivion, partied harder than anyone, and developed a penchant for bad boys who were much older than her. All this while trying to maintain a perfect GPA. Thanks to her magic pill, she was able to function and not feel guilty about not being as perfect as her parents wanted her to be. After all, she was only trying to recover the freedom that they took from her.

But this coping mechanism only turned to worse. The more she tried to drown her feelings in alcohol, the harder it came to bite her in the ass. It was clear as water: Willow Lane, picture perfect daughter, was depressed and had been for a while, and now it had caught up to her.

She was fighting a battle she was slowly losing. Willow was in a constant state of helplessness, staring into the void, and completely unable to pull herself out of it. If it hadn’t been for the upbringing she had, she would have been completely fine with self-destruct. END OF TW

The summer after her freshman year, she came back home and decided to have a talk with her parents. Her parents sat across the table, and they were not celebrating the end of a successful first semester, instead, they were fuming with betrayal.

Willow told them that she had dropped most of her classes and she explained to them how she was exhausted beyond repair. They were displeased, so disappointed that looking at them was painful. For the first time in their life, their perfect daughter had failed them.

By the end of the evening, her father was livid. Threatened her that if she didn’t take more classes and got excellent grades he would stop paying her tuition. That’s when it hit her. To her parents, she was nothing but an object, an accomplishment to brag about to her friends. That was not love, that was selfish and a wake up call.

She packed up her stuff that evening, went back to Princeton and emptied her dorm as well as she dropped out completely.

Freedom at last. With only a few bucks in her account, she bought a random bus ticket that took her to Montreal, Canada where she stayed for a couple of weeks, while working as a waitress before she moved to a new location. For the past three years, Willow has been living off a backpack.

She moved to New York a year ago, but she comes and goes. Whenever she gets bored or too attached to someone she escapes.

She’s been clean for three years when it comes to Adderall, although she still drinks but only socially.

personality

Despite her strict upbringing, Willow is a free-spirit! She’s always looking for a new adventure and she wants to live her life to the fullest, she doesn’t care about rules or schedules. She lives a pretty hedonistic lifestyle, always chasing a high in life and sometimes that makes her take some reckless decisions. A naturally loving person, Willow is always there to lend a shoulder to cry on or offer to wipe off your tears, however, she does struggle with connections. If she feels a deep connection with someone she runs away as she believes that being attached to someone will tie her up to one place and as we know, Willow lives a pretty nomad life. She keeps coming back to New York because she loves the vibe but when she gets bored or overwhelmed she leaves without warning. As loving as she is, she can also be ruthless and cold, especially when feeling vulnerable. She has a sharp tongue and it’s not afraid to hurt some feelings if that means shattering the pristine image some people have of her.

headcanons

She has a rib cage tattoo that reads “Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.” It’s a quote from Sylvia Plath.

Speaks French fluently and sometimes she likes to pretend she’s a lost French tourist just for fun.

Volunteers at the animal shelter. Because she doesn’t have a set home, she can’t have a pet but she loves animals.

Never has enough battery on her phone and sometimes she sings in the subway to earn some coins because she tends to forget her wallet.

Really good friends with the homeless woman who lives down her street, she brings her food from the restaurant.

Keeps many scrapbooks from the places she’s been.

Sometimes she goes to music stores and plays the piano, one of the few activities she enjoyed as a child.

Loves reading and whenever she’s not getting in trouble or working, she’s at the library.

Wears too many rings, so don’t try to mug her.

connections

Older brother: Willow has an older brother who followed her parents’ plan. He graduated college and now has a very important job. Willow hasn’t spoken to him in three years, even if he’s tried to contact her. She just doesn’t want any ties to her old life, including her family.

“Best Friend”: I put it between quotations because she doesn’t stay in one place long enough to actually form long lasting friendships but this person is the closest to that. She adores them and actually sends them a postcard when she leaves.

Partner in crime: As stated, Willow is pretty reckless and she does a lot of stupid shit but she’s always seeking for someone to be her partner in crime and just go crazy with them.

Co-workers/Clients: She works as a waitress at a restaurant (if your character has a restaurant let me know, bc idk where she would work).

Neighbor: She lives in a small apartment in Brooklyn with two other roommates, it’s not ideal but it’s what she has.

College friends/hook ups: Oh during her college year, she was a party girl and she made a lot of “friends” (She attended Princeton btw) and also hooked up with a lot of people (f/m/nb), most of them were older than her.

Flirtationship: She is a natural flirt and she doesn’t even try to hide it.

Unrequited: Maybe your character has a crush on her (and depending on chemistry maybe she does as well but since she moves often she tries to ignore it). It’s angsty, it’s fun, give it to me. (f/m/nb)

Hook ups: Y’all know the drill

Bad tinder date: Willow thought it would be fun to go on a tinder date and she proposed some crazy scheme and they both had to spend the night in a jail cell.

Roommates: She lives in Brooklyn with two more roommates.

#villageintro #tw alcohol #tw drugs #tw depression #this is SO long and for what

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she was a rainbow [one - hwang hyunjin]

→ hwang hyunjin x f!you, university!au, in which hyunjin discovers that his feelings aren’t as easy to understand as he first may have thought → 5.8k+, brief smut halfway through, angst and fluff, nothing that deep

part 1 of 3

“You have a crush on her, Hyunjin,” Minho says, sitting across from him at the table in the library. The elder is responding to a string of compliments directed at you, mostly sick of hearing how amazing Hyunjin though you were. “Please can you tell her that you love her and not me.”

Hyunjin frowns. “Love her?”

“That’s what it is, right?” Minho comments.

“Love?”

“Yeah, you love her.”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “I don’t think I love her. She’s just… a good friend of mine. Love? No. I can’t love someone. I’m only 21.”

“You think your age means you can’t love someone?” Minho questions.

Hyunjin doesn’t like cold winter nights.

Compared to everything else, he hates them the most, but he finds himself walking down the path with snow crunching beneath his shoes to clear his mind. He hears being at one with nature is beneficial. He hears that spending time alone is also beneficial as you can focus on what you want.

Hyunjin can’t do that, though. His mind is always filled with things he should be doing. Today he’s thinking about his parents. He works two jobs, you know, to help out with his two younger siblings. No one would know that if they took one look at him - he’s an athlete. He’s given everything on a silver platter.

He’s only in the soccer league for his university but somehow it gives everyone a quick judgement - he’s easy to dislike. He won’t lie, he knows girls look over at him in classes and it makes him smirk at the time, though he comes home lonely at the end of the day. He wonders if maybe someone will appreciate him for him, because at the moment no one really does.

No one.

And do you know how fucking much that sucks?

Hyunjin works two jobs and gets paid barely anything. He had to stick to wearing sports gear because he can’t afford anything else, he isn’t just some obnoxious athlete who wants to show off to everyone how talented he is. He hates it all. He doesn’t even believe his parents, his family, truly appreciate what he does. They don’t see him sleeping three hours a day because he has essays due and books to read.

His head hurts. He doesn’t realise how much it’s affecting him until he trips on some iced snow, sending him toppling forward and onto his hands which are burnt from how cold the snow and ice is. He stays laying in the snow for a moment, eyes burning but still managing to become glassy.

He stays there, and he cries. He lets his feelings get to him for the first time in a few months and bawls his eyes out in the middle of the night on a pavement covered in snow. He’s reached his last legs. He doesn’t want to be here anymore. He hates everything here and—

“Hey.” Hyunjin freezes at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. The feminine voice makes him ponder - he doesn’t know who it belongs to. He remembers voices well, too. He blinks a few times before turning his head towards the voice. “Are you...okay?”

Hyunjin is mesmerised by your eyes for a moment. He notices the colours which are picked up but the streetlights and the moon, the way your hair falls down onto your face and how you show concern for him - a stranger. It’s polite to ask if he’s okay but he’s fallen over on the track before and never seen this look.

“Yeah,” he says softly. He clears his throat as he pushes himself up. He remains dismissive of you – he’s honestly scared that he has shown emotions to you and that you’ll use it against him.

You’re shorter than him; he feels like a giant beside you really. A protective stance falls on him for a moment as he wonders why you’re out here on your own, but falls when he’s brought back to the real world.

“You cut your head,” you tell him. You gesture towards his forehead and take a step closer, but Hyunjin steps back slowly. He brings a hand towards his head and feels the blood dripping from it, which he wipes with his finger tips. “I can help you get home if you want?”

Hyunjin feels stupid for having to rely on you, so he declines your request. He just wants to go home and sleep, really, his head is pounding and he’s close to crying again. “I’m fine.”

A thought occurs to him as he turns around. He shouldn’t leave you without saying thank you - he sounds rude and his parents would scold him for this kind of behaviour. They’d also scold him if they found out he left a girl on her own in the streets when it was late at night and so cold, too.

He forgets it, he shouldn’t fake being nice. It won’t get him anywhere. He’ll have to fake it for the rest of the night and he can’t do that. Hwang Hyunjin is over being fake and he’d rather walk away from that girl and leave her there, which is exactly what he does. He heads home with a raging headache and vision blurred. He doesn’t know if you made it home okay and he doesn’t really care too much either.

If it makes you feel any better, Hyunjin didn’t even check his forehead for the damage he’d done before collapsing onto his bed and falling straight asleep, only to wake up the next day with blood all over his pillow. Honestly, he didn’t have the money to wash it so just turned it over and ignored it, placing a plaster on the wound before rushing off to his 10am class.

His 10am class, based on international relations between America and China, doesn’t go by too easily. He still has a pounding headache and he can’t seem to get the previous night off his mind since it keeps replaying. He has too many questions - the first of which is who are you?

Being in the sports teams means he’s friends with a lot of people. He won’t act like that’s not the case, because it is - he knew too many people to keep up with. He doesn’t recall ever seeing you though, because he swears that he would remember your face.

You didn’t look new though either. You knew what you were doing out in the cold that night and you knew your way around. You knew that you could approach Hyunjin which meant you must have seen him in a sports event before, since Hyunjin isn’t the most approachable person to exist in the world. His stern look usually drives people away from him, not to him.

So Hyunjin spends the hour searching for you instead, using every means he can to just work out who you are and why you were walking on his late night/early morning path the same day he was. Privacy issues, you know?

He thinks he’s successful when he comes across a blank profile but soon realises that the gender doesn’t match, nor does the language. He goes through as many society pages he can to solidify some kind of person for you but doesn’t get anywhere with what he does. It makes him almost crazy as he puts down his phone with four minutes to spare, staring down to the professor with wide eyes as he realises the lecture was on coursework. Oh well, he’d do it with a few days to spare from the due date anyway - he has bigger problems on his mind.

Bigger problems not being the pillow that was covered in blood, nor the shift at work he has later.

He does try to forget your face for a while, and he thinks that the lecture’s done it for him when he starts to worry about what books he needs to be borrowing from the library before everyone else got their hands on them. He’s focused on a title of a book all the way from his lecture to his dorm, but the second he looks in the mirror and sees the awful looking plaster on his head he’s reminded that you saw him out there last night.

And maybe you didn’t know your way around, or know who he was.

Hyunjin goes straight back to wondering where you would have disappeared to, peeling off the plaster a little slower than he should have to feel a particular sting on his skin that made up for the dick move he pulled yesterday.

You were cute. Was that his motive? Was he so deprived of human contact that the second someone who was relatively cute spoke with him, he had to know exactly what they were doing and where they were doing, lest know who they were? Most possibly. He’s straight back on his phone as soon as he can be, forgetting the shower he planned on having and instead scrolling through SNS to try and find someone who vaguely matched your appearance.

He’s almost late for work, that’s how long he spends on his phone. He forgets to charge it too, and since he had lent his portable charger to Woojin a few weeks ago and Woojin had never given it back to him, Hyunjin was going to have to deal with going to work with 10% battery and the constant frustration that he still couldn’t find you no matter what he did.

He was mad, and the poor drive through customers could see that as much as anyone else.

Hyunjin had run all the way from his dorm to the local McDonald’s that he’d taken a job when he first started here. He arrived a minute before his shift started and went straight to his position at the first window of the drive through, grabbing the headset from the girl who was on the way out. He didn’t want to be there. Every shift he hated with a burning passion.

He still managed to give every driver a fake smile, hair pushed back under his McDonald’s cap that he also hated with a passion. As usual, he’d have people at the university come through and compliment him on his looks (only to drive away laughing for whatever reason they could find), and each time he’d see another person he recognised his grip on the card machine would only get tighter.

The only thought that kept him grounded? Well, it was you.

He ignored the complaints from his manager with a roll of his eyes, his boredom occupied by thoughts of you and your pretty face that he was slowly developing a crush on. It was easy to stare at a screen and listen to someone read out an order, even easy to blur out the sound of a middle aged man’s voice that he really didn’t care for.

The hours go slow nonetheless. By the time it reaches 10pm and the night shift people are starting to arrive, he’s wishing he had a phone to accompany his walk home. He forgot to bring a coat in his rush earlier, so the only relief he has from the bitter wind is his long sleeved shirt that smells like the kitchen grease. It’s lucky that not many people are out on a Thursday when he walks home from work. It’s dead silent on his walk back through the icy paths.

Hyunjin is careful over the patches of white on the paths this time, keeping an eye on his footsteps despite the pain in his heels and lower back. Thoughts of his bed flood his mind more than you did earlier, and his eyes start to fall shut with each step.

He’s lucky that the sound of some ice snapping brings him from his tiredness, since he looks up to make sure that whoever was cracking the ice wasn’t going to come at him with an icicle.

No, they’re not coming at him. He thought it was just him on the lit path, but his eyes fall on the one person he would have hoped to be on the path at this time. Or not. The same protectiveness fills Hyunjin’s senses at the sight of you walking down the path, no hat or scarf to keep you warm, your jacket unbuttoned and hands shoved into your pockets

He’s not seen someone that pretty since technically yesterday, but ever. A smile erupts on his face when he realises this is his opportunity to talk to you and see how you are, find out more about you. He couldn’t care for the time, nor the hairs on his arms which stand on end, he wants to talk to you and he finds a sudden surge of confidence when you look up from the ground and straight to him.

He doesn’t think you’ll recognise him, though he assumes you caught his eyes because he was the one staring at you before. You carry on walking towards him, like he does with you, and you both meet somewhat in the middle with about a metre between the two of you.

“Hey,” Hyunjin greets, smile still stuck to him though disappearing slightly with his words, “it’s me, from yesterday.”

You hum, gesturing to his forehead. “I don’t believe that you dressed that properly.”

“I put a plaster on it,” Hyunjin tells you.

“You smacked your head on ice and tried to make it better with a plaster? You’re crazy.” Hyunjin is less apprehensive when you reach forward to touch his head this time. He winces when the tips of your fingers reach the edge of the wound, though he watches your eyes intently the whole time. You roll your eyes as you take your hand away. “It’s probably infected. You know how much pain you’re gonna be in if you don’t fix it?”

Hyunjin shrugs, readjusting his cap. He pushes his slightly overgrown hair back under his cap and pulls it down slightly to hide the cut. “It’s just a cut. I’m fine.”

“You’re fine?”

“I hurt myself a lot.” Hyunjin realises his words are a little less descriptive when he sees your brows furrow. He stutters a cover for his words when you start to look a little more concerned. “I mean, I play soccer. I get hurt a lot when I play. This isn’t that bad.”

You nod at his clarification, though still seem skeptical. “Why were you out here so late last night?”

“Why were you?”

“Touche.”

Hyunjin takes your silence as a defensive mechanism. You may not know who he is after all - if you were really aware of who Hwang Hyungjin was, you’d have been asking him to listen to your stories and make him feel sorry for you so that you could post about it the next day on SNS. He takes your silence, your awkward stare down at the ground, as an opportunity to create something new.

“I’m Hyunjin,” he tells you, catching your attention from the ground again, “I like walking at night to clear my head. It makes me feel like I have less problems. Plus, I like the cold.”

Your smile is prettier than he could have imagined it to be. “You like the cold?”

“It’s refreshing. It makes me feel like… I have feelings. ‘Cause when I’m cold it reminds me that there’s a whole world around me that I tend to ignore for most of the day.”

“You sound like you need a therapist, Hyunjin.”

“Probably,” Hyunjin replies. He looks behind you, checking to see if anyone else is around. He can only see a bird or two on the grass behind you. The rest of the world isn’t paying attention to him. “Do you wanna... Do something?”

Hyunjin’s heart drops when you don’t answer immediately. Forwardness usually worked on people. He can tell but your blank expression that you were not expecting to hear him say that. He still finds some hope when you check behind you too, then turn back to him with the beginning of a smile.

Hyunjin will end up having a bit of a complex if you keep giving into him so easily. “We just met.”

“It’s cold,” he counters, “and we’re both out here for absolutely no reason. If you’re out here for the same reason as me then I imagine you want something to take your mind off things, too.”

You’re apprehensive to reply again, though this time Hyunjin’s heart beats a little quicker. You nod once, then again, stepping forward so that you’re next to him. “Sure. Let’s take our minds off things.”

Hyunjin nods, bottom lip pulled between his teeth as you look up to him. He debates linking your arm, though given you’re nothing like the girls he usually talks to, he won’t be doing that any time soon. Instead, he walks beside you at a reasonable pace, waiting for you to speak in case he makes you feel uncomfortable.

And you do, eventually. A little past the first building as you reach the gates to the main road, you start to tell him that you’re outside so that you can think, too. How you saw him fall yesterday and felt bad that you didn’t do more. That you were new to the university and wanted to explore the grounds whilst you thought through things instead of staring at a blank wall. Eventually he gets to hear what he wanted the entire time.

“My name is (Y/N), by the way.”

And oh is that a name Hyunjin exhausts with every opportunity that he can. He likes the way it leaves his lips, the sound it makes when he calls it across the room when he notices you from a distance. He even likes the way it looks as a contact on his phone.

He’ll stare at it for hours as he lays in bed, unsure whether he should text you or call you, or just have another look through your Instagram to see your pretty face again. He’ll find himself looking through your conversations, admiring the pictures you’ve been posting, reading through the comments on your post for longer than he used to spend wondering how much he hated himself.

He doesn’t walk the paths of the campus under the moonlight anymore, and instead he spends it with your words or your thoughts.

Hyunjin frowns. “Love her?”

“That’s what it is, right?” Minho comments.

“Love?”

“Yeah, you love her.”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “I don’t think I love her. She’s just… a good friend of mine. Love? No. I can’t love someone. I’m only 21.”

“You think your age means you can’t love someone?” Minho questions. His glare is enough to indicate to Hyunjin that he’s said something wrong, so he panics as he tries to backtrack to a reasonable point in the conversation.

He knew he wasn’t in love, because as much as he would have told himself that he liked the way you looked at him and enjoyed your company, he wouldn’t be in a position to admit that you had his heart and that wasn’t going to change.

No one had his heart. Hyunjin made sure of that.

It might not have been obvious when he would spend nights with you on the couch, head in your lap, heart beating for you and only you. He would ignore the thoughts going through his head each time you smiled at him, the distant memory of Minho’s words never truly leaving his mind. Each time your skin touched his he would remember that word.

Love.

Could he love you?

No, that wasn’t right. Everyone had the ability to love someone. Hyunjin knew that.

Would he love you?

That a decision that he had to make on his own, when he was ready to. But when does anyone actually understand if they are truly ready to love someone?

Hyunjin’s biggest fear, admittedly, is that one day he’ll look at you and the feeling of wholeness will disappear. When he stares up at the ceiling at night, a flurry of possibilities meeting him, Hyunjin’s chest starts to hurt a little. He thinks that there’s a chance his question would already be answered, especially when he sits across from you and has his chin on his hand, listening to the words you sound out so carefully.

“I got invited to this thing, actually,” you tell him, sat on the corner of his kitchen counter. He looks up to you with a raised brow, urging for you to continue. “You can come, if you like?”

Hyunjin hums, placing the other slice of bread on his half completed sandwich. He picks it up and takes a bite, continuing as he chews with a hand covering his mouth. “What is it?”

“A party. You know, the kinda generic stuff. We just have to show up and talk to some people, stay if it’s okay, then leave if it’s kinda boring.”

“Sounds good,” Hyunjin tells you, feigning his enjoyment of the possibility of going to the one type of party he always tried to avoid.

He thinks that it might be easier, considering that you’re going to be there and you make things easier for him. It was easy for him to act like he was enjoying himself when you’re by his side and it’s your smile that he’s directing all his attention at. So his agreement is purely on the basis that he’ll be with you.

You’re like his favourite song.

He listens to you on repeat, finding new sounds he didn’t hear before and a twist in the lyrics that make more sense each time he hears them. He starts you again each time you come to an end to savour the way you exhilarate every one of his senses and how his nerves go into overdrive each time they’re graced with your presence. His heart matches yours, every fibre of his being tailored to fit yours perfectly.

His hands are entwined with yours, eyes full of admiration as you sing along to whatever is playing in the background. He truly forgets about everything around him. The people whispering that he’s with another girl, that he has found someone who will put up with him, that there is someone who can cope with listening to him each and every day. He doesn’t listen to them, only to you.

He smiles the pain of the words he hears away, attention flickering between how you made him feel better, and you. You made him someone different. You made him feel like Hwang Hyunjin, not soccer player Hyunjin, not athlete Hyunjin, not even employee Hyunjin. Just Hwang Hyunjin without the labels that were plastered all over him.

As you pull him into the spare bedroom of your friends place, he starts to forget everything he heard and returns just to you once more.

“You’re pretty cute, Hyunjin,” you tell him, lips pressed to the corner of his. Your hands reach for the inside of the leather jacket he was wearing, peeling it from his chest and down to his arms. He catches what you’re trying to do and helps you out, pulling off his jacket and throwing it to the side.

“Cute?” he repeats, fingers twisted in your hair. He gently pulls you back from him, eyes narrowed in response. “Only cute? I’m more than that.”

He’s so infatuated by your giggle that he lets you push him back against the door, fingers running through his own hair whilst your hips push as close to his as possible. “So fucking cute.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, reaching down to press a kiss to your lips this time. He stops just before your skin touches, revealing in the slight whine you give him in response. “And you’re so fucking beautiful.”

He wonders why he never kissed you before. His whole body is on fire with each of your little touches, and somewhere in between he manages to get his hands on the door to lock it behind him. He’d have happily continued to kiss you through the night, but he realises just after you that your bodies are both asking for something more.

You tug at his belt, fingers undoing it with ease and following with his button and zipper. Hyunjin is surprised to see you spit on your hand once your done; he hisses when your hand slips through the waistband of his boxers, taking him fully into your hand beneath the black material. You look back up to his face, studying his features for all of a second before pulling him back onto you and leaving him with too many things to concentrate on.

He did not think, in any way, shape, or form, that he would be locked in a random bedroom with you, making out with you as you jacked him off and relieved an unknown sexual desire he had in the back of his head this whole time.

“You’re big,” you mumble against his lips breaking your contact for the briefest of seconds to build up his ego that had been deflated for so long. He tries to cut off his responsive moan but you’re too aware of it. “Do you want me to get you off, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin nods rapidly. He should have told you that he’d have done anything for you to let him reciprocate it, but it slips from his mind when your hand slides down his length, your thumb flicking over his tip before you return down to his shaft. Even he was surprised how hard he was already.

But it was you, so he really should have seen it coming.

He tried his very best to be quiet but the way you made him feel was too much. It wasn’t that you were any better than others, he thought you really didn’t have that much experience anyway, it was just that it was you doing it to him. Stroking his cock up and down, telling him that it would feel good if he filled you up, asking him if next time you could use your mouth.

Hyunjin can barely move past the one occasion he’s got here, yet alone think to a next time. He’s hung up over the slight twists of your hand and effortless touches, he can feel his vision slowly turning whiter and whiter until he sees a light and he’s cumming over your hand and the inside of his boxers.

If he wasn’t living on the end of liquid confidence and so enthralled by you, he’d would never have asked you pushed you back against the door and reciprocated it, like he was meant to tell you he wanted to earlier.

His dreams would forever be flooded with the look you gave him from above, one of your legs over his shoulder as he nipped at the inside of your thighs and moved on to do the exact same to your clit. He never expected you to taste so sweet. No one else had done before.

So every time he closed his eyes he was stuck with the lock you gave him as he laid his tongue flat against you, every time he was met with radio silence he heard your moans, and he never found anything which matched your taste.

And part of him hoped it was the same for you, too.

Though he couldn’t guarantee anything. He walked home with you under the stars, arm around your shoulder, people around the completely oblivious to the world they were living in. Hyunjin can only look at you and smile, and wonder if he’s the only thought running through your head too. He’s not shy to kiss you a few more times on the way home, nor when he crawls into bed next to you and passes out from tiredness with his head on your shoulder.

His thoughts of you only get more intense when he wakes up beside you and you’re cuddled up to him like you were the one with all the love for him. His heart almost melts, though he’s forced to leave early when he remembers he has a day shift at the reception for a bridal shop in town, his other job that pays him a little better but offers worse hours for him.

Does he hope you’ll be there when he gets home? Yes.

Is he left disappointed when you text call him twenty minutes before he’s meant to be home and tell him that you had an emergency thing to attend to, but you’d probably be free later? Kinda.

Hyunjin lets it go because he believes you when you say you’ll be free later, and he believes you when you text him and tell him that instead of that evening you’ll meet him for lunch the next day. It gives him an opportunity for some planning which he hasn’t been able to do for a while.

“Do you think she’ll like them?” Hyunjin asks Minho, shoving the bouquet in his friend’s face so he has to smell it. He ignore Minho’s dirty look at carries on anyway. “I’m going to tell her that I like her.”

Minho frowns. “You haven’t told her yet?”

“I thought it was too soon.”

“You thought it was too soon?” Minho repeats, brows furrowed. He looks around the half empty library, then leans closer to Hyunjin so that he hears every word clearly. “You, my friend, are a fucking idiot.”

Hyunjin reenacts Minho’s previous look. The flowers are placed down onto the table and his lips turn downwards. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“You are going to tell her you like her when you clear do more than like her,” Minho says, “you have to be honest with her. Don’t tell her you like her when you love her.”

“I don’t.”

“Huh?”

Hyunjin shrugs. “I don’t love her. It would be impossible for me to love her. I think she’s hot, I like spending time with her, and she’s my best friend. I like her.”

“If you’re going to confess to her like that, then she’s gonna be pretty hurt.”

“I’m not going to lie to her.” Hyunjin means what he says, but not in the way he says it. “I don’t love her. It would take me more time. I want her to know how I feel now, though. I like her. I want to confess that to her.”

Because you are his favourite song, after all.

He wants everyone to know about it. He wanted everyone to see him sit you down at a table in a small cafe in town, hand you a bouquet of flowers that he picked out based on how pretty they were. He picked the yellow carnations over white, the snapdragons with their different buds of flowers, and orange roses that stood out in the store.

He can’t help but smile when your hands are pulled over your mouth, nor encourage you to show him your pretty face so he could admire you, too. He knew people were watching, especially when you walked out with your hand in his for a reason other than desire.

His honesty, however, didn’t go as far as telling you that the love he felt for you would change.

Hyunjin can’t help but spend each day at your side. Exhausting you like a trust with a purpose, making sure you understood that he liked you, not loved you, but felt towards you he felt for no others. You were who he turned to in darkness, you were who brought sunshine to rainy days and warmth to the coldest nights.

“I could stay here forever,” he’d whisper against your skin, looking up to meet your eyes with a smile. He’d push the hair back from your face, admiring you for a second longer. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

You smile and shake your head, returning his touches by running your thumb over his bottom lip. “Why would I leave you, Hyunjin?”

He can’t answer your question without a lecture, so he always chooses not to. He’d keep his thoughts to himself. Though everyone knew deep down that a guilty conscience would lead others to ask the questions they wanted answered for themselves. Why would he leave you?

Why wouldn’t he love you?

Why couldn’t he love you?

“Because you’re scared,” Minho says to Hyunjin, passing him a can of sprite across his kitchen table. The younger is pouting, unsure of what he’s supposed to do. “You can’t tell her the truth because you’re worried what she will say.”

Hyunjin hums. Maybe Minho is right. “I want to tell her, but every time I try to my body freezes and I can’t talk. It’s like something doesn’t want me to tell her.”

“Then don’t tell her yet,” Minho suggests.

“Won’t that make things worse?”

Minho shrugs, his expertise ending. “You told me before you confessed to her that you didn’t want to lie to her, so you either do love her and you tell her, or you don’t love her and you don’t tell her. Whatever you do, there’s a reason you don’t do the opposite.”

“So I’m not just nervous?” Hyunjin asks. He looks down to the unopened text on his phone and signs. “You don’t think I love her?”

“I can’t tell you if you love her yet. You’ll know yourself when you do. Just be honest with her.”

Hyunjin isn’t lying when he tries to tell Minho that that is his problem, though Minho thinks he means the love part and goes on a rant about how everyone can love someone and time will show the true feelings behind everything.

And Hyunjin does care about you deeply, that has never ever changed.

Because you always like your favourite song. Once it’s been played over and over, and you don’t listen to it for a while, you go back to it and remember the vocals or musical quirks that attracted you to it in the first place.

But once you’ve moved on, that feeling never comes back.

His favourite song doesn’t change, he just stops listening to it after a while. He stops the admiration, the tune in his head when there’s radio silence, the thoughts of it when he closes his eyes.

It’s no longer sweet to him, and he’s no longer a slave to the thought of it. Of you.

And as he finds him walking out in the cold nights as he finds something else to occupy his mind, he realises that he could never appreciate you for who, for all you truly were.

It was never a case of would he love you.

Hyunjin could love you. He could open his heart to someone and trust that they could do the same, yet he never had it in him to even approach the topic with a clear head.

A walk down the path with the bitter wind rattling his bones, the light shining down on him as tears fell down his cheeks and froze the skin beneath, much like the ice that crunched under his feet with each step.

You filled his world with the colours that radiated from you, painting the skies blue and orange; the days yellow and punk; the nights black and purple. You made him see what was beautiful, yet he could never have seen it the way you did.

You were a rainbow in the dull world he built around him, but he was colourblind.

#hyunjin reactions #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #stray kids #she was a rainbow

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bondsmagii · 4 years

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Think I got a weird spirit thing for ya (food spoiling in college dorm anon)

I just had a dream that scared the shit out of my about all the lights/power in my room going out. Very realistic with small details that only after thinking about sitting here for 30 minutes make perfect sense, like someone asking if there was hand sanitizer by any outlets since the school asked us to bring a lot and it is probably the only flammable thing in this room in retrospect. I feel pretty sick tbh. Haven't checked the food again.

The reason it's so scary is that this was an issue for me back home. I have always been unreasonably terrified of the dark, and I can only sleep with light and some kind of noise. I thought it may have been fallout of some kind of childhood s*xual abuse I can't remember since I had clear signs of that kind of ptsd and shit (don't wanna get into it too much, but it's pretty bad). The reason I mention this is that I thought I was afraid of the dark because I used to wake up with my clothes off, inside out, backwards, or both, and I had a tendency for my stuffed animals to be lined up at the bottom of my bed (I slept with them) when I woke up that I found out in later years wasn't my mom like I assumed.

I also was a creepy kid always scaring the other kids with ghost stories and my mom getting phone calls, and used to "talk" to this thing using magnetic ball (it would stay away from me when I rolled it for no, and come back to me in a weird squiggly circle with no obvious pattern for a yes. Friends watched me do it as a kid, and it still makes no sense. Plus it was always right) because I was lonely, followed by some incidents of phones/electronics losing power at full battery until I/friends stepped outside of my doorway and friends blacking out and talking to me about problems they didn't know I had and not remembering. Plus other weird technology hiccups, that's been a trademark warning sign for me in the past.

I also used to ask the magnet things (it would never tell me what they were, but I've had incidents over the years since I used to directly chat with them). One thing I remember asking for was to be the only student at this program so I had a better chance of starting fresh and making friends because I thought another student might go with me and I was bullied. I think it's worth mentioning that the magnet assured me I would go alone. The other kid then had some irremediable scheduling conflict and didn't go, but I ended up being bullied worse at the program, it shutting down due to an abrupt lack of funding because of some sort of embezzlement charge, it was the year I lost all my friends and started having psychological breakdowns and lost my identity or whatever as a smart kid which is how I got into that program, AND I ended up dating that same kid later on who ended up making my life hell in the worse way, stalking me after we broke up for months, and transfered and now goes to this uni with me. Basically, everything related to that program ended up going badly for me. I think this may have been the case for other things I asked, but it's been so long and I don't really remember the others.

Sorry for the long ask, it may not all go through but no character limit right now? Idk but God I am so afraid

I am absolutely blown away by the fact there are suddenly no character limits tbh like gone are the days where I would have to manually copypaste everything from the other asks and it would never look exactly right!!

anyway, holy shit, that is creepy as hell. I’m actually really yikes about the whole asking the magnet thing, like that sounds like a classic case of making a deal with Something. doing this isn’t always bad, but from my experience you have to be very, very specific. you have to be absolutely sure that you can’t be misinterpreted, you have to close all the loopholes... it’s not an easy thing to do, because chances are there’s always something you’ll forget about or can’t even consider because it just wouldn’t occur to you. deals like this honestly need some kind of paranormal lawyer or something, I swear, because it’s so fucking dodgy. it seems in this case you got your wish, but you didn’t specify what the consequences of that wish would be. all you asked for was to be the only student on that program and you got it; you didn’t specify what kind of experience it had to be, or the fact you wanted to complete the program, or the fact you didn’t want to be bullied. I don’t think this was necessarily malicious on the entity’s part, but probably more of a case of chance + when you mess with the running of things, there are side effects. it could have gone well, but there was likely a slightly higher chance all hell would break loose. it seems you kind of got the extra shitty end of the stick, though.

it’s definitely something to keep an eye on now, what with the technology fuckery and all, but remember that sometimes dreams are just dreams. if the dark/technology messing up is something that frightens you, it could be a stress-induced nightmare -- our brains are pretty good at dredging up shit it knows scares us the most, and we’re not exactly living in stress-free times right now. but yeah, you absolutely have some spooky bullshit going on, my guy. if we’d known one another as children I think we would have probably opened some kind of hell mouth.

#long post #creepy asks #anon #asks

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neokollection · 5 years

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Kissing Out of Jealousy

NCT U + Yuta

‘Can I request a NCT U kissing you out of jealousy?’

A/N: I’m sure there’s already a reaction of this, but I’m here to add another :^) This is assuming you’re dating for some members, but for some you’re not dating, they like you- THIS IS LONG BTW!! [Kinda more like a mini drabble per each member]

** Language, some suggestive themes, but nothing explicit ** ik some ppl don't find jealousy cute so don't read if you not into that..

Taeil:

Taeil wasn’t the type to get jealous easily or behave pettily- Rather, he was just protective at times and would feel he’d have to interject to save you from situations... Whether you were feeling uncomfortable or not- Yet a part of your boyfriend also felt slightly neglected, a faithful dog waiting on the other side of the fence with it’s tail wagging at the sight of it’s owner, even though it’s owner was petting the neighbor’s cat.

He called out your name in the hopes of getting your attention as he watched you and Ten staring at your screens before nudging each other continuously with a laugh to show the other a recent entertaining Tweet. He was all for you bonding with the other boys, but he’d missed you this week and throughout the day constantly stuck by your side. Placing the bowl of steaming popcorn upon the coffee table, he took his seat beside you on the couch, hand patting around for the remote he’d dropped there moments before.

“OMG- You have to show that to Mark,” Ten gasped, covering his mouth to conceal his wicked grin as he looked at the meme you’d stumbled upon of Mark’s shorts.

“Let me see,” Taeil added, not wanting to miss out and curious as to what was so funny.

He leant in, eyes flickering to Ten as he watched the younger lean back into the couch, thumbs moving rapidly upon his screen. Taeil listened amusedly as he heard your small chuckle in his ear, a smile gracing his lips as he saw your screen before drawing back partially.

“You’re amused so easily,” he chuckled, nose nearly brushing your own as he leant nearer, a hand shooting to your waist to tickle you gently.

“Says you,” you squirmed with a bright smile.

Finally, his forehead rest upon your own, his antics stilling as he closed the gap between the two of you for a quick kiss. Embarrassed about kissing so openly with Ten by your side, you felt a blush creep upon your cheeks as you pulled away shyly. You could have sworn Taeil’s gaze jumped from your lips to your eyes to Ten before he closed the gap once more- You let out a muffled chuckle against his lips as your hands went to the front of his shirt to slow him down and steady yourself.

“Ew- God- Could you not?” Ten whined in disapproval, scooting away.

You could feel Taeil’s smile against your lips before he drew back, eyes as lively as ever.

Smothering you and being that cute couple to show off and make others wanna gag, but not let you think it’s a jealousy thing-

Taeyong:

Easily, one of the most jealous man you’d ever dated. He had his share of insecurities that make him question whether he’s worthy of love and attention, and an anxiety about losing the person he cherishes the most... So, seeing your interactions with your old classmates made him feel even more insecure in the moment. He’d had a stressful and busy week and hadn’t gotten to see you much, merely late calls that usually didn’t last long because he’d coax you to go to sleep early since you’re busy as well. Meeting a few of your old high school classmates, totally coincidentally at Gong Cha was all it took for him to have a small internal freak out. He already didn’t like that they were guys, even more so that they’d known you longer than he had technically... He felt excluded- He always wanted to be a part of every part of your life and have you in every part of his- To him your soulmates and he didn’t like feeling as though someone had a leg up on him in regards to you.

“You look great! Wow- It’s been a minute, but wow-” one of your old classmates gushed, stunned by how you’d matured and glowed up through the years spent apart.

You gave a small chuckle in return, “I’m surprised you recognized me-”

“I mean how could I forget (Y/n)?” he joked, gesturing towards you, followed by a few hums of the other classmates beside him.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that- You didn’t think of yourself as too memorable of a person during high school. You’re boyfriend disliked it even more, a scowl etched into his features- He didn’t like not being in the know or what exactly the man meant.

“Well, it’s a small world I guess,” you wrapped up awkwardly, “It was nice to see you,” you added, able to feel Taeyong’s calculating gaze.

Sighing to yourself, you took a sip of your tea, inviting Taeyong to ask whatever he was going to ask.

“Were you popular in high school?”

“No,” you huffed, “Not really anyway- I’ve already told you about my high school- I wasn’t even friends with those guys... I can’t believe he recognized me.”

‘You’re just too pretty to be forgettable’ was what Taeyong had been thinking, but decided to keep it in. He could still feel their fleeting gazes glancing towards you as they sat down in laughter- He didn’t like that... What were they talking about? You? Were they laughing about you? Who knew what prude remarks they were making.

“I’d have dated her back in junior year if I knew she was gonna turn out like this-”

Feeling jealous, protective, and anxious he stood, causing you to look up at him, “Where are you going..?”

“Bathroom,” he informed before bending down, his hand coming to cradle your jaw as he sealed your lips together in a sweet kiss- Lips tasting of caramel.

Your lips followed his own as he drew back, swiping his thumb endearingly across your cheek before giving it a gentle pinch. You pulled your face from his grasp at the action, playfully pouting at your cup of tea as he left the table.

“I know right-”

The voices got louder as he approached.

“Could you keep your voices down?” he asked, yet it wasn’t really a question- His tone and gaze icy and curt before he brushed past their table to the restroom.

Yuta:

Tossing in jealous Yuta because that’s hot-

You didn’t have to be dating Nakamoto Yuta for him to feel as strongly as he did. He felt like you were already his, his sweet, his dear, his precious- And he wasn’t going to let the world or anyone else take that away from him. You loved him as a friend- The two of you had crossed the boundary of friendship a few times with late night kisses and drunken texts- But there was something about his possessive nature that made you hesitant to progress any further with him. Just being his friend you felt like a prisoner-

“I have to drop by my brothers’ dorm to give him back his battery pack-” you began, halting as you remembered.

“I’ll go with you,” Yuta chimed, slinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as his other hand pulled the drawstrings of the hoodie harshly, causing it to close around your face.

You stumbled into him mid-step as he did so, whining dramatically as your hands attempted to shove him aside.

“My brother doesn’t like you,” you interjected, pulling the hood free from your mess of hair as Yuta released you.

With a shrug he focused his attention on taming your hair, the action causing your face to heat.

“You shouldn’t go into the boys dorm alone,” he reprimanded, motherly as ever.

Jaehyun. Your brother’s roommate and soccer teammate of Yuta- was coming down the very path you were on the quad.

“Jaehyun!” you called out suddenly, happy to find a delivery man.

His eyes darted from his phone to you, his brows knitting together seconds later-

“Hey,” he began, slowly letting his gaze drift between the two of you before to your hoodie.

“Uh... Is that your hoodie?”

“I stole it from my brother- Don’t tell,” you chuckled.

Letting out a soft chuckle of amusement, Jaehyun shook his head, “That’s not your brother’s- That’s mine. I’d been looking for it all week-”

“Oh my God!” you gasped, dropping the tote bag from your shoulder, “I’m so sorry! I- It was on his side of the room... So I thought-”

“It’s fine,” he interjected, “It looks good on you-”

Yuta’s gaze narrowed at that remark and before he even had a moment to stop you, you were peeling off the hoodie and offering it to an astonished Jaehyun. You saw no issue with it, you were wearing a t-shirt underneath.

“I’m so so sorry! Also...” you began, picking up your bag, “Could you give this to my brother?”

“Sure-” Jaehyun nodded, scratching the nape of his neck as you pushed the goods into his hands before whipping around and grabbing the side of Yuta’s plaid jacket to bring him in tow with you-

“O my God... That was so embarrassing-” you rambled, feeling your face hot in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Yuta’s feet stopped moving, causing you to stop. He removed his phone from the pocket of his jacket before slipping it into his jeans, removing his coat.

“What are you doing?” you asked dumbly before catching on, “N-No, I’m not cold or anything-”

Silently, he draped it over your shoulders before his hands slid to the open front of it, grasping it before pulling you closer by the collar. His lips melded with your own, needy and passionate, jealousy brewing in his heart at even a simple encounter. His hands slid down to the zipper, zipping it quickly as he pulled away, your arms constricted, a smug expression on his face before he began walking again.

“H-Hey! GET THIS off me!” empty sleeves flopping by your sides as you hobbled after him.

The type to give you a little taste of his cold shoulder and reprimanding you for being careless [about making him jealous basically].

Kun:

Respectful and mature bub who wouldn’t do anything unless the two of you were dating, and for a while.

He couldn’t understand why Xioajun was so clingy towards you- I mean... He understood it in a sense since he was also in a way- But it was different. You were taken- Xiaojun should have taken a hint from him by now. Kun was constantly swooping in to interrupt the too of you, the hint of a small grin gracing his features each time to hide his unkindly thoughts towards the younger.

“Does Xiaojun bother you?” he questioned, watching as you pulled on your socks from the doorway of your bedroom, his shoulder resting against the frame.

“No?”

Cocking your head to the side, you couldn’t understand what Kun was hinting at or why he was asking.

“He’s always around you...”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “We’re friends.”

You stood, ready to pass by your boyfriend and slip on your shoes by the doorway, yet he didn’t budge.

“Well...” he began, “I don’t want to sound ...clingy, but I don’t like it-”

“There’s nothing to worr-”

You were mid-roll of your eyes, when he cut you off, his warm hand enveloping around your own, “You’re mine, right?”

There was a hint of something swimming in his chocolate gaze, as if a saddened part of him needed reassurance.

“O-Of course,” you admitted, blushing to yourself from feeling caught off guard.

“Then I have a right to be like this,” he added, voice softer.

You open and shut your mouth dumbly, not sure what to say in response. Yes? He to a degree had a right to feel jealous- But... There was really no reason to be jealous over Xiaojun- Tugging your hand forward gently, he drew you to meet his lips, lilting his neck down. His kiss was delicate, lips plush and substantial, but movements gentle and loving. Your knees felt weak, as if it was your first kiss again.

“Don’t worry about it,” you nearly whispered as he drew back, “I’ll try to be mindful,” you added, referring to distancing yourself a bit so Kun wouldn’t get the wrong impression again.

“We’re going to be late...”

Doyoung:

You drew back to take a breath before your lips were smothered again, his nostrils flaring in anger and also the need for oxygen. You whined gently against his lips, attempting to pull back once more. You panted, out of breath before placing a hand on Doyoung’s chest to keep him at bay.

He leant back over the center console, resting his head back against the padded seat. Finished clicking in your seat belt you looked at him.

“When you dress like that,” he began, nodding forward, “guys get the wrong idea.”

“N-”

“Like thinking you’re single and something for them to ogle at,” he added, cutting you off, “You have no idea what kind of sleaze bags were looking at you and what they were thinking-”

His fox-like eyes flickered back to you, taking a moment to glance at the obvious cleavage you’d put on display.

“I dressed up for you- I just… I wanted to feel sexy and make you-”

“Make me what? Upset?”

“No! Proud to be with me- To be attractive to you…”

Raking a hand through his hair he let his gaze fall upon your own.

“Don’t you get it?” he began, jabbing the keys into the ignition, “You’re always attractive to me- I always want you- I’m always proud of you- But I want to be the only one to see.. You don’t deserve them looking at you like that and it makes me sick,” he trailed off, quickly casting his gaze forward as he pulled away from the curb.

You felt a tingle jolt along your spine at his words.

Ten:

He’d been giving you a snarky attitude all day; curt remarks and dismissive glances. Sighing for the final time as he pretended to ignore you, you let your tongue poke at your cheek in annoyance.

“Look at me,” you probed.

His fingers halted before smashing the pause button on his game, tossing the controller aside him on the sofa as he let out his own sigh, his gaze continuing to be fixed upon the TV screen.

“Why are you being like this?”

You hated how beautiful his profile was, the slope of his sharp nose and outline of his soft lips.

“Why won’t you even talk to me?” you added, raising your tone.

“If you want someone to talk to why don’t you ask Taeyong?” he quipped, voice laced with venom.

Huffing in exasperation, you let your hands fall to your hips.

“Are you serious?”

Finally… he turned his dark gaze towards you.

“Yeah,” he nearly shrugged, attitude as petty as ever.

“You’re such a child!” you shouted, unable to control your emotions as you stormed away, frustrated and wanting to cry.

He paused for a moment before standing.

“I’m childish?” he asked, tone brazen and perplexed.

You stopped, turning on your heel-

“Then what?” he questioned, “Is Taeyong the man?”

Before you could spit out a reply he grabbed onto your elbow.

“I’m the only man you should see,” he barked.

“You are my only man…” you murmured, hurt he thought otherwise.

Cupping your face, he pulled you into him, lips messily finding one other before passionately embracing.

Omg I hate this one…

Jaehyun:

Far enough. Was what Jaehyun had been thinking.

His jaw was set, his lips pursing each time his eyes narrowed slightly, causing one of his dimples to gently show.

Sure, it was Taeyong’s birthday, but that didn’t mean he had the right to flirt with you-

“Is that right?” you giggled, after listening to one of Taeyong’s stories.

Your fork idly toyed with the pasta in your dish as you gave Taeyong your attention. The rest of the lunch table seemed chatty, side for Jaehyun whom pouted by your side. His silence was slowly steeling your attention away from Taeyong as you began to worry.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a moment,” you interjected, glancing towards the bathroom.

Your plan was simple, take a break from Taeyong by using the restroom before retuning and turning to Jae to give your attention and ask what was up. As you stood Johnny began speaking to Taeyong, allowing you the perfect cover to escape. As you did, someone snagged you by your belt loop. Your forlorn boyfriend looking up at you with eyes you couldn’t place.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” you whispered, your brows furrowing in concern at his oddness.

He released you, standing himself to follow you.

“Why are you being so weird?” you inquired, rounding a corner with him.

“I’m jealous,” he admitted.

“Wh- How? What’s there to be jealous about?” you stumbled.

Instead of answering or explaining, he cornered you against the wall once the two of you were hidden from sight in the hall of the bathroom.

“Babe,” you began, your voice lowering.

Being under his gaze in such close quarters you felt trapped, trying to think of what he’d want to hear to be reassured. You bit your lip in thought. Warm lips clashed with your own, not too aggressive, nor gently. The breath that had gotten caught in your throat came out as a sigh against his lips as his hands slid from the wall on either side of your shoulders to your hips.

“We can’t do this here,” you nearly whispered, your lips brushing his own in temptation.

Ignoring you, his hasty lips met yours again, causing you to let out a small moan of protest.

“Oh- God-” Ten sputtered, shielding his eyes from the entrance of the hallway as he saw the two of you.

Your fist came in contact with Jae’s pec as he broke away from you.

...When you came back to the table you could feel everyone’s gaze upon the two of you, lowering your gaze in embarrassment as Jaehyun wore a smug grin.

Win:

Cold shoulders were never fun, especially when dealing with your best friend Sicheng. He sat several rows in front of you in the lecture hall instead of beside you, scrolling through his phone and clearly avoiding your texts. You bit your pen cap in annoyance as you stared at the back of his head.

“Maybe they broke up-”

It was a hushed whisper, but you were able to here it.

“Just go talk to her-”

Evidently Sicheng heard it too, his thumb having stopped scrolling and his ears perked.

“Hey,” a gentle voice said, taking the seat beside you.

“H-Hi,” you fumbled, baffled as to why Mark Lee was sitting next to you.

“This seat’s not taken, is it?”

“No,” you enunciated, making sure it was clearly loud enough for Sicheng to hear in an attempt to be petty.

“Cool- Well, uh, there’s this party at Alpha Delta Si later,” he began, “If you wanted to go, you could be my plus one- Honestly, we’ve had this class together all semester and I thought you were cute-”

You were flattered by his invitation, but frat parties weren’t really your scene.

Glancing over his shoulder at the encounter, Sicheng was caught by your gaze.

“Oh- Uh, I’ll have to think about it, parties like that aren’t really my thing-” you declined politely.

“O-Oh,” Mark nodded, retracting to his seat in thought as the professor entered.

The entire lesson you and Sicheng fumed with thoughts of each other, unable to concentrate. The lesson seemed to end in record time, not that you were paying attention.

“So, um, if parties aren’t your thing we could do something like uh... get ice cream, or-”

Once you’d stood to stuff your belongings in your bag, Mark was back at it again. However, your sleeve was yanked by the ever so thoughtful Sicheng, pulling you from the row and tugging you up the stairs of the lecture hall. You stumbled after him dumbly until he shoved the door open with such force you were scared for a moment.

“Stop-” you shot, pulling from his grip.

“Was I interrupting something?” he asked bitterly.

“What the fuck is your problem? I thought you-”

You could feel the gaze of several classmates in the hallway, feeling embarrassed. Behind you, Sicheng saw the door of the lecture hall swing open with none other than Mark and Jeno, his eyes narrowing as he caught Mark’s gaze. Swooping in, his hand clamped over your forearm to pull you to meet his lips, his blunt nails digging into your sweater. He was overwhelming, figure looming over your own, hasty lips pushing against your own, you felt lost in your shock.

Jungwoo:

“Let me up,” you huffed for what felt like the fifth time.

A hum of disapproval left the boy who’d constricted himself around you.

“Woo- I’ll be late for my shift...” you tried, sighing to yourself.

“Don’t go,” he murmured.

“I have to go- My supervisor will be mad if I’m late again...”

“Your supervisor,” he began, sitting up, his fluff of hair bouncing, unfit of his narrowing eyes, “I don’t like him.”

“It doesn’t matter if you like him or not-”

You struggled in his hold, but he draped a leg over your hips to bar your escape, hugging you closer.

“He’s creepy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed with an airy chuckle, “But that doesn’t matter, I need to keep my wage-”

Rolling on top of you, you let out a whine under his weight. Cutely, he blew the hair out of your face, not daring to remove his hands from wrapped around you for fear of you escaping. You giggled and writhed at his actions, shaking the hair from your face. He plopped a soft kiss upon your lips, smothering your own before drawing back momentarily.

“Don’t go.”

His lips didn’t give yours time to spit out a retort, softly melding with yours with passion. Had it been any other day or any other occasion, you would have skipped whatever event there was to stay with him, but you couldn’t miss today... Shaking your head to shake his lips off your own, he groaned against your lips, unrelenting. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of anguish against his lips, following it with a low whine. He bit your lip in retaliation gently, shifting on top of you as you squealed and wiggled beneath him.

“You’re being childish,” you gasped, nostrils flaring with the need for air.

Lucas:

“Baby-”

Yukhei’s deep voice reverberated through your being as his lips brushed your ear.

“Why are you watching that?”

In your defense, you hadn’t searched for it, rather it was in your suggestions and you just so happened to be curious by the amount of views it had. A Doyoung, Boss focus cam- Nor were you expecting your friend-with-benefits to be up so early... He usually slept well past ten.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you partially lied.

“Do you like him?”

“Uh,” you stalled, glancing over your bare shoulder, “It’s not like I know him-”

“I mean,” he corrected, “Do you think he’s sexy?”

Your expression morphed into one of confusion at his most likely horny what-the-fuckery. If you said yes would he set up a threesome?

“Yeah.”

A warm hand slid over your bare arm, trailing to your shoulder before moving to your throat. He didn’t like that answer- Though the two of you weren’t official, he had real feelings for you- Which is why he called you baby, and told you to stay the night when you’d start searching for your clothes the night before...

“What about me?” he groaned gently.

Dropping your phone aside, you rolled over to your side, your hand going to his wrist to stop the growing pressure he applied.

“Yeah, you’re sexy,” you rolled your eyes, knowing he was immaturely jealous.

“Am I sexier?”

He drew you closer, his nose brushing against your own as he awaited your answer.

“I’m not sure,” you teased, withholding a giggled at how his eyes widened.

He let out a chuckle too, able to catch onto your teasing attitude.

“I must be since I’m the one with you and not him,” he muttered with a smile, rolling over on top.

His lips claimed your own in an arduously slow kiss, his hand fumbling to reach over and turn off your phone.

Mark:

Alone, in bed, on his phone- Mark’s evening was rather bland. He’d been on a call with you while you’d been getting ready to come over, content with just listening to your voice.

“Why do you take so long to get ready?” he questioned with a sigh, “Just come over already.”

“I have to look good,” you countered, “You said Johnny was home...”

And here it was, the recent reason for Mark’s despise of Johnny Suh, one of his closest friends.

“Bro- So what... You’re coming over to see me, not him-”

That was true-

“Yeah, but if I do see him-”

“Whatever, just hurry up,” Mark complained, his tone snappish as he hung up.

It was hard getting friend-zoned, let alone having the girl you like be into your best friend instead.

Fifteen minutes later you were checking your reflection on your phone before the door, collecting yourself before ringing the doorbell.

Answering it, Mark felt his heart clench- You looked ridiculously cute, glossy lips, curled lashes, slight wind-blown hair, and the oversized Puma hoodie you’ d bought last week to match your leggings. He wish you were getting all dolled up for him, causing a pang of jealousy to stab him.

“I’ll pay for delivery since you paid last time,” you remarked, stepping through the doorway to remove your shoes as your eyes searched for the giant of your affection.

Yet he was nowhere in sight... Making your way to Mark’s room with your bag, dropping it to his bed and plugging your phone into his charger. You heard the distinct sound of the refrigerator opening, bottles rattling- Perhaps it was Johnny. Turning on your heel, you planned upon seeing whom it was, but a Mark Lee was blocking your path, having just entered the threshold of his room.

“Lemme see,” you pried, your brows furrowing as he closed the door behind himself.

“It’s Taeil,” he lied, knowing what you were after.

You still wanted to check for yourself, even give the senior a greeting.

“Uh, let me through,” you paused as Mark remained in his spot.

“Why’s it always go to be about him?”

“I- What do you-”

“You know what I mean,” he interjected, raising his voice, “All of a sudden everything’s about him-”

“That’s not true,” you tried, folding your arms defensively.

“Yes it is,” he retorted, taking a step toward you, his bad attitude and mood nearly radiating off his figure, “We can’t even hang out like we used to because you’re always preoccupied with him-”

“I can’t help that I like him!” you shot back.

It took only another step and Mark was in front of you, his hands flying to grip your shoulders as his nose brushed yours for only a millisecond- You couldn’t contemplate what was taking place and before it registered, his lips were on your own, sticky lip gloss transferring.

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Warriors || Peter Parker Imagine

Note: Hello everyone! After watching Far From Home I got inspired to write again so here we go! This will definitely have a part two. I hope you all like it and as always, feedback is grestly appreciated! Just in case, some Far From Home Spoilers.

It still felt like yesterday, a fresh memory. Every time you tried to fall asleep you'd have flashbacks and see Tony's face, about the battle.It was your first time in a battle, Tony had taken you under his wing after he returned from space after your parents had been affected by the snap. He got to care a lot about you and it was reciprocated. You were a technopath and who better to help you figure out your powers than someone like Tony who was full of technology? You stayed with him at his small loft by the lake, helping him out while Pepper was resting during her pregnancy. That's when you noticed that he kept a picture of him and Peter Parker by the kitchen, almost hidden. You missed the boy so much, his rants, his stutters, his personality...That's why at school you covered for him as much as you could master, everyone went along with it and Ned was one of them because he took it as a sign that you had Peter's back, not because he knew you knew, but because he thought you had a crush on him as well, which wasn't far from reality but who wouldn't? Only MJ knew about your crush and because she says it's quite obvious.

You were at the art classroom finishing an Iron Man mosaic when MJ leaned close to you, "Do you want to find out what they are being so secretive about?" She asks as she looks at Peter and Ned who were whispering.

"Probably about the summer vacation" you shrug off and proceed to take the circled piece of tile that was meant to be the reactor to place it on your work.

"I'm gonna find out" she says and stands up.

"No, MJ!" You whisper shout at her and sighed. Ever since you confirmed that you liked Peter MJ has been trying to get you two together but with Peter's random disappearances and all it was hard.

You eye them and Peter is quick to hide a piece of paper from MJ's eyes and you arch an eyebrow. He was nervous, he was stuttering and Ned was covering for him when he ran out of answers. After a few seconds, MJ returns.

"They are planning something. Ned says they are going to collect spoons like old ladies" she says and you giggle.

"Boys. They can't make up for lies" you giggle and MJ smiles.

"That looks nice" you gasp and drop the tweezers recognizing Peter's voice behind you, he chuckles at it. "Sorry I didn't meant to scare you" he says as he rubs the back of his neck, a faint smile on his lips.

"Oh, no. It's okay" you say as you turn halfway to him. "And thank you…" you say softly. "I wish he could be here to see it. He used to tell me that I would lose patience putting the pieces together and end up throwing everything" you say with a small laugh.

"Sounds like him" Peter says and you both laugh before you both stop. There was silence for a moment around you two, everyone else had left the classroom. "I miss him too."

"And he missed you" you say and unconsciously reach to place your hand on top of his in a comforting matter, after you realize it, you were afraid of taking it back. "He had a picture of you two" you say and Peter smiles softly, his eyes watery as were yours. "He would find a cheap excuse to hold it. He would pretend he was organizing the shelf, sprayed water at it and then cleaned it up" you giggle. "You were one of his biggest motivations to join the plan" you voice, because Peter Parker deserved to know that much.

"I was?" He asks, not believing you.

"Yeah" you smile and give his hand a soft squeeze. He turns his hand and is now holding yours, no words said. He just holds it and looks down at it. "I know he is happy knowing that you are okay…" you say and that's when Peter used his sleeve to brush a tear, and you feel one rolling down your cheek as well. You both stay silent in the room, filled with too many emotions at the flashbacks your minds were bringing to you. "I tried...I tried to save him. I tried to control the blood pressure to keep him alive but…" you sobbed and Peter reached to pull you close. Your other power that came very handy when it came to battles? Blood manipulation. It was too dangerous though, so you only used it in extreme situations, life and death situations.

"Shhh, I know. I know" he whispered into your hair, his voice cracking as well. "You did what you could, it wasn't your fault…"

Days after you were at Venice with your class. During the trip Peter and Ned tried to do something that didn't quite worked out by the looks of it because on your way to the hotel, if it could even be called that, they were whisper shouting at each other about something. "We will meet at the Da Vinci museum at 3pm! So let's get settled" your teacher said and you all groaned. You went in a small group with MJ and Brad to take picture with the pigeons, Betty, Ned and Peter following close until they all went their own ways. You were walking through the local stores looking at the different merchandise until you notice Peter walking out of one of them and you walk to him.

"Hey" you say and he jumps.

"Oh, oh! Hey! What...are you...doing?" He asks as you both start to walk.

"Just looking. What about you?"

"Oh, I-I got lost" he says and chuckles. "I ran out of battery so I was looking for a charger" he says as he taps his phone with his hand.

"Why do you need a charger?" You ask and he chuckles. "May I?" You hold your hand out and he hands you the phone, you look at the battery percent and in a few seconds it starts to raise until it is 100% again. "You're welcome" you shrug and hand it over to him.

"I always forget about that superpower of yours" he says and chuckles.

"Yeah. Thank Tony for that. Remember how you found out about it?"

"Of course" he chuckles. "There was a malfunction in my first suit and Tony asked you to check the source and when I asked how if we didn't have the systems and you just hacked into it."

"Remember when while doing that I activated the instant kill and you started screaming at Karen to not do it? Your other legs were inches away from my face" you laugh and he does so as well, until the ground starts rumbling beneath your feet.

"What is going on?" Peter asks as he looks around, and that's when you both see it. A giant water creature was coming out of the water. "Y/N, go!" Peter starts ushering you away.

"No way! Let's go!" You take his hand and he pulls it away.

"I have to save those people. Get the others to safety" he says and you nod your head but when you do, you let out a whimper. Your hand quickly goes to your head, the other one following and you yelp. "Y/N, what's going on?"

"I don't know! It's like...too many signals.." you wince.

"It's probably everyone taking out their phones to record it" he says and looks around quickly. His hand reaches for your waist and pulls you close, "Hold on tight" he says and before you know it, he is pulling you up with him to a tower and then to another one before hitting the ground. "Get everyone to safety. I'll go check that out."

"No, Peter. Wait-!" And he was gone.

"Peter?" You ask as you open up your dorm to meet the knocks on your door, it was late at night already. Peter's eyes were red and puffy, he had been crying. "Come on, what's wrong?" You pull him to your room, make sure there is no one else around that could have seen you two before shutting the door.

"I can't do this…" he sobs and you frown. "I am not sure if I can ever do this…"

"Peter, what are you talking about?"

"Everyone is asking me if I'll be the new Iron Man. Fury just…he told me I wasn't ready for this and he is right. I'm not...I'm just a sixteen year old boy. I can't be the next Tony…"

"Hey, no. You can do this" you say as you sit on the bed and he joins you. "Its okay...Its okay…" you whisper to him. "You are not ready to save the world, but who is? Nobody saves the world without thinking of their life first. And nobody can be Tony. You are your own person, you got your own ways to do things…" knowing that he was one of the few known heroes left that was an official avenger was weighing on his shoulders too much, it was obvious. He felt like all the responsibilities were falling on him one by one and he isn't ready for it. He explains what was going on with the Elementals, meeting Mysterio, and Fury's call.

"You did the right thing to walk away from there. You don't have to feel bad about it…"

"The world is in danger, that last thing is going to attack on Prague next and if that battle is lost…"

"I'll go with you" you say quickly. "There has to be something I can do. Some technology I can use…"

"No, no, no. I need to keep you safe" Peter says quickly and then his eyes widen. "You and the others safe. You and Ned safe. You and the rest of the trip safe" he says quickly and you shake your head.

"Peter, if you get hurt I can help. There has to be something-"

"You don't need to worry. I said I wouldn't do it. They have Mysterio, he is a pretty strong guy and Fury understood I-"

"Fury doesn't understand anything" you cut him off and Peter frowns. "And he was wrong about Tony being wrong about making you an Avenger. I think it was the first time he didn't hesitate on doing something and if he did was to protect you." You look down at Peter's hand, he was playing with a case. "What you got there?"

"Oh, its EDITH" he says and you arch an eyebrow. "Mr. Stark left them for me…" he opens the case and you see the glasses. "The message in it just-"

"For the next Tony Stark, I trust you" you read the small card. "See? He wouldn't have given you those if he didn't know you'd do the right thing" you say and Peter just stares at them with a frown.

The next day you were apparently upgraded and had been scheduled to go to Prague by the travel agency. You shared a look with Peter and this all screamed Nick Fury and you sighed. Couldn't Peter take a break? You were waiting for Fury to call you up for a job as well but, like Tony once said once he found out you were interested in Peter, Fury doesn't need to call you, all he has to do is call in Peter and you'd be there. This also worked vice versa according to Tony but you only saw it as a way that Peter would always protect people, never have you thought it could be based on his feelings for you, if he felt that way. After getting back on the bus with that 10min break for gas, you noticed Peter shuffling in his seat more than usual so you move forward to reach the open spot besides him.

"Y/N, no standing when the bus is moving! Have you seen how sharp these turns are!?"

"Sorry, Mr. Harrington!" You say and drop besides Peter. "Hey!"

"Oh! Hi!" He says with wide eyes trying to hide his nervous smile and failing.

"You okay?" You ask and notice he is wearing the glasses. "They look really good on you."

"Oh, thanks" he says and smiles before his eyes widen. "No! No! Edith that's not what I meant!"

"What is going on?" You ask as you eye him.

"Brad has a picture of me that nobody else needs to see and I asked Edith for help but she is just setting him as a target and I don't know how to cancel it because now it thinks its a threat and-"

"Why didn't you tell me!? I could delete the picture from-"

"No. No. No. I don't want you to see the picture!" He says and raises from his seat and groans.

"Peter, come on. Is it a nude or something?" You laugh before pausing. "Wait, if it is a nude, how did he get it?"

"It's not it, Y/N" he groans, his cheeks turning a soft pink. "It's different...Much worse."

"Oh, come on. Let me do it" you say and raise on your chair too and stare at Brad before you close your eyes. You were now inside the codes of Brad's phone, looking for the photos section and you slowly started to sit back down to not lose concentration and to not look weird while at it.

"No! Y/N!" Peter shook you and your eyes went wide as you gasped. "What? Did you see it?"

"No, I didn't! You cut me off!" You hit his arm.

"Sorry. Sorry! I just need a distraction. I can hold the drone off" he says as he stands again.

"Parker! Sit down!"

"Look! Baby goats! Mountain baby goats!" Peter and you say together and everyone moves to a side of the bus. Peter takes the chance to jump through the bus emergency exit on top, shoot his webs at the drone and hold it back. As soon as he does that, you furrow your brows as you look at the struggling drone before you make it explode. Just in time, Peter is back in the bus.

"There wasn't anything there" Mr. Harrington said sounding disappointed.

"Sorry that was a rock...It looked like a goat…" you say and everyone glares at you and you drop back on your seat.

"Alright. Let's try that again.."

"Let me do it."

"No" Peter says and you roll your eyes and look forward.

"I don't know which one is worse, the Opera or fighting a fire elemental in Prague while a carnival is going on" you say as you wait for Fury to give instructions.

"I'm sorry you two have to pause your trip schedules, but the world needs you." Mysterio says through the earpiece.

"Yeah, well. I hope we don't get called afterwards cause I'd like to go somewhere that Fury doesn't kidnaps us."

"Are you all in position?!" Fury shouts into the earpiece and you scream.

"Oh my God, Fury keep it down!"

"I'm sorry, am I being too loud to you? Because your trip whining is not."

"Ouch" Peter says on the other end.

"That was so rude" you shake your head. "Let's get this over with" you say.

The fire elemental comes out from under a fountain, and Peter gives in the signal quickly. You stop all the rides from functioning and people start coming out of them and running away. Mysterio is attacking the creature with whatever those green triangles were, and it reminded you of Doctor Strange for a moment. Could they be linked? Most probably.

"We can't let it get to the ferris wheel!" Mysterio says and your eyes shift to it.

"There is nobo-" your eyes widen. "Damn it! Pet- Spiderman! There is people on top of the wheel!" You groan as you see Betty and Ned calling for the Night Monkey, known to you as Peter Parker.

"On it!" Peter says and you shift your gaze to one of the bumper cars to make it move beneath the ferris wheel so Peter could bring Betty and Ned down to it and drive them off.

While Peter was at it, that electrical wave of pain hit you once again. The same one that had come to you when in Venice and the water monster was coming out. You let out a small yelp of pain and hold onto your head. "Y/N, are you okay!?" Mysterio asks and your head starts spinning.

"Y/N, what's going on? What are you seeing?" Your eyes shut tightly and you yelp in pain.

"Too many signals...I can't push them away" you groan and all you can see are different codings. Attack, target locked, green, fire, heat...sequence number three, repeat...and next thing you know, everything fades away, and you drop to the floor.

"This happened to her the other day in Venice too, but she didn't black out…" Peter said in the distance and your eyes slowly open realizing you were back in your hotel room.

"What happened?" You ask and Peter spins around, he had been chewing on his nails before he did and he rushed to you.

"You passed out…" he says.

"Did we-?"

"Mysterio kicked that things ass" Ned says happily and you sigh in relief.

"What the hell were you doing on that ferris wheel? You were supposed to be at the opera."

"Betty dragged me out…" He started but Peter interrupted.

"This is the second time you get those kind of pains while on this trip" Peter says and your gaze shifts to him. "Is it the ground elevation? Maybe there is something in the air-"

"No. It's not that" you assure him and sit up, Peter helps you. "It's like...too many signals at once, and no, they are not from phones or towers. It's different…They are full of codes..."

"Maybe the Elementals have some technology on them?"

"No. I don't think so. Mysterio would have told us. He knows Y/N can tap any device..."

"It was so many frequencies…" you say as you fidget with your fingers. "The first time in Venice..It was lighter, but now it was too much. Like everything was attacking me."

"Do you think it's possible that you may get affected by the signals differently? Like a virus?"

"I don't know…" you say and run a hand through your hair. "I need some air, can you come with me?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure" Peter says.

"Okay let me change" you say and reach for your bag on the floor and start pulling your shirt off yet notice the boys still in the room. "Um, guys...out!" You say and they both stumble off making you giggle.

"I hope you don't mind I invited MJ" Peter says as you two walk out. "She was worried."

"Hey" MJ says as you meet her at the lobby. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah. Just a bad headache. Like, really bad."

"Good thing Peter was there" she says and your eyes widen at her and Peter's eyes widen.

You three stroll on a bridge talking and then MJ had to come out with one of her comments.

"So you two" she starts. "You thought we wouldn't notice?"

"Notice what?" Peter stops in his tracks and you nudge him.

"Sneaking out, being shady like Brad calls it. I don't know how nobody else has noticed. It's pretty obvious."

"Um...what is?" You ask.

"Oh come on, Y/N. You and Peter?" Your breath hitches. "You two are going out."

"What? No! I mean, yes! Out of the hotel, out with you guys." Peter rants.

"We are not together if that's what you think. That's crazy and you know it" your eyes widen at MJ who is enjoying her effect way too much.

"Then...how else would you explain you two disappearing?" You can hear Peter's breath hitching. "I mean, there is another theory, it's been twice now. First at Venice, now here. And you know what they have in common? The Elementals were there" she continues and your heart is about to beat out of your chest. "You are Spiderman and she is your sidekick" and you are both dead.

"No! Not at all! Have you seen how clumsy Peter is? Plus that was the Night Monkey!"

"I was sick remember? My tummy hurts so I had to leave the Opera-"

"Sure" MJ scoffs and pulls her backpack off and pulls out a piece of metal. "So Night Monkey and Spiderman uses the same webs?"

Your eyes widen at the object, feeling the same wave from the other times. "Peter-" he was too busy ranting his ways out of MJ's suspicions. "Peter!" You groan. "That thing...it has the same waves…only weaker…" Peter turns to you with wide eyes.

"Can you get into it?" He asks and MJ eyes you both curiously.

"I think so…MJ put it down."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just trust me, put it down just in case" and MJ does that. Peter places a protective arm in front of you after you all take a few steps back. Your eyes close and tap into the system. "It's the same…" you say as you navigate in it. "There's like a projection code…"

"Y/N what the hell-?"

"Shh" Peter shushes. "Can you bring it up?" He asks and you nod your head. Seconds after, the piece of metal shakes and sounds come out of it before it shows the projection. Your eyes open and you all take another set of steps back. There was an Elemental of some sort, wind it looked like. It was screeching and moving around as if trying to catch something and then, the green colors appeared. "What the-?"

"What is that!?"

"Mysterio?"

You quickly look at Peter and he starts shaking his head. "What did I do..?"

"Mysterio is a fake" you say and almost growled at the thought.

"Does that mean those things are fake?"

"Looks like it…" you turn to Peter. "What's going on?" He was running his hands through his hair, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"I messed up...a lot..like bad."

"Okay so what exactly did you messed up?"

"I, uh" Peter looks at you and then back at MJ. "I'm Spiderman."

"I'm his sidekick...kind of" time for the truth to be known by one more person you guessed...

"Wait, are you serious right now?" Peter and you nod your heads quickly. "Obviously now I know but...you can tap into things?"

"Technology, yes."

"Are you really sure this is real? I can't believe I was right. So that means-"

"Okay so we can later answer all your questions but right now, we need to go." Peter says.

"What did you messed up?" You ask Peter ad you three run back to the hotel.

"I gave EDITH to Mr. Beck."

"You did fucking what!?"

"I'm sorry! I thought that was what Mr. Stark wanted me to do. Find the new Iron Man and-"

"The message was meaning you, you idiot!" You smack his arm.

"I'm sorry! You are not helping!"

"I'm sorry too but oh my God how could you! He was leaving his legacy to you, you dork!"

"I have to go to Berlin and tell Fury that Mysterio is a fake."

"I'm coming with you. I can sense when those drones are around."

"So what's your name again?" MJ asks.

"I, uh, I don't have a name yet" you say quickly. "I don't need one really, nobody can tell I'm the one doing the things. I mean, they can see me with my eyes closed while I do the things but they can just think I'm crazy" you shrug.

"Nick Fury is going to kill me" Peter says and starts taking off his shirt right in front of you and your cheeks heat up and so does his. You just stare and he smiles faintly. "Um…"

"Yeah. Sorry." You turn around and so does MJ. As you do, Ned shows up on the door.

"Peter...your costume looks great...for the costume party...at the palace…" Ned tries to lie.

"She knows" Peter and you say at the same time again.

"Oh" Ned says placing his hands on his hips.

"We are gonna go to Berlin to let Nick know about everything. Mysterio is a fake" you tell Ned as you pull your hair up in a ponytail.

"But he saved us, he saved the world."

"Fake." MJ says.

"I need you to tell Mr. Harrington that May called that I'll be staying with some family in Berlin" Peter says to Ned.

"What about Y/N?"

"I went with him."

"I'll just say you two lovebirds wanted some time alone." MJ says and smiles at you.

"You and I? Serious conversation when I make it back!" You say to MJ who just shrugs.

"Remember about the plan, Peter!" Ned says as he is helping you sit on the window so he can take you up.

"You guys are seriously still looking for spoons?" You ask as you swing your legs out of the room.

"Yes! I mean, no. Come on" Peter's hand goes around your waist and pulls you both up with his webs.

"Peter take a break" you squeak as he flings to another building.

"We are almost there. I can take it."

"I'm not lightweight and we have been at this for 30min. Take a break" you insist and he sighs before landing on top of a ceiling.

"I can't believe I messed up so bad."

"Yeah, I can't believe you did" you say and he looks at you and you smirk. "You know, you are still human, you have to mess up."

"Yeah, but not like this…" he frowns as he takes his mask off.

"Black looks really good on you, you should consider it for other suits."

"Uh, thanks...I guess I will." He says as he looks out at the view. A small breeze was touching you both, it was so peaceful. The weather was nice there, not as it should be with the sun burning so bright. "Hey…"

"Yes?"

"So about the plan…"

"Don't worry, we will kick his ass with his own drones. Leave it to me."

"No...not...that plan…" he rubs the back of his neck.

"Please don't tell me you want to make a stop at a shop in Berlin to look for your stupid spoons" you say and chuckle.

"Not that either" he says and chuckles as well. He shakes his mask on his hand and fidgets with it. "I had this...plan I wanted to tell you about for a while...I-I just couldn't find the right moment…"

"And now that we are taking a break on top of a building on our way to tell Nick Fury that Mysterio is a fake while he is probably on his way to beat us was a right moment?" You tease and he stays silent. "I'm sorry, go on…" you wanted to know what had him so nervous.

"I just...Ever since we started going to the same school and you found out about me and I found about you, I really started to care for you, like, a lot."

"I care for you too, Peter" you reach for his hand and he squeezes it.

"It's just...I don't want to put you in danger, I care for you so much and you are so important to me, Y/N...I didn't tell you before because you not knowing how I felt would keep you safe but it's pointless…" he takes a sharp breath and you can feel the cloth on his palms damp, he was sweating. "I really like you, Y/N. Like, like like. And I-um...I-I just had this plan to take you somewhere romantic and say it but then the Elementals happened, well not happened because they are fake, but then Mysterio showed up and-"

You place your hand on his cheek and lean forward to press a firm kiss on his lips. You can feel his wide eyes looking at you, his body was frozen, poor boy didn't know how to react to it.

"Oh...that felt nice…" Peter says as he pulls away.

"Want to try it again?" You ask playfully and it felt like you have given the keys of a candy store to a kid by the way his face lit up.

"Uh- Yeah. I do" he says and you lean forward again. You part your lips and lip lock with his. One hand of his shyly moves to your hip, "Is this okay?" He asks as he pulls away.

"Perfect." You whisper and lean back in, his lips were soft against you own, moving so slowly against them. You didn't want to get carried away and scare him, so you let him choose how he wanted to kiss you. Your hand goes around his neck and scratch the back of his neck softly as he tilts his head to the side, his tongue running along your lower lip and you sigh. You move closer to him and his hand holds your hip tighter, the kiss increasing intensity. "As much as I like this…" you mutter as you pull away.

"I'm so sorry. I got carried away. I'm so sorry" he said quickly.

"Hey, no" you pecked his lips and caress his cheek. "I liked it. A lot…" you admit and he chuckles. "But we should keep going. We can talk this through afterwards, shall we?"

"Oh. Right. Fury and Mysterio. Gotcha' " you giggle and he stands up, helping you stand and when he does he pulls you to him and you giggle. Both of his arms go around you and he kisses your lips one last time. "Hold on tight." Your arms go around his neck, legs around his waist before he takes off again.

"The projection, is all an illusion. These drones have weapons so that would explain the damages left on buildings. The people that were hurt, all were illusions" you explain to Nick and Maria.

"So all of that was fake?" Your heads nod. "That bastard" Fury groans. "So we have to keep a close eye on him. Who else knows about this?" Peter and you stay silent. "I said, who else knows about this!?" Silence. "Kids, you do know that anyone else that knows is in danger. This is not a game. For the last time, who else-"

"He is here!" You interrupt. "The waves...they are back…" Peter moves to your side as your hand holds your head.

"I'm sorry but what the hell do you mean he is here?" Fury asks.

"Y/N gets affected by the waves of Mysterio's technology. Its too much for her." Peter says. "I can sense him too."

"I'm sorry, but isn't she supposed to be the one to help us with these things?"

"Yeah but too many-"

"Then why did you bring her?!"

"I don't know why it has that effect on me!" You say interrupting the two and you look at Peter. "I think Ned was right. Mysterio probably created some kind of wave that would stop me from using my powers against his drones. It's the only way...If he knew about my powers before…"

"Then he has planned this from before…"

"Can some-" There is a loud blast that sends Fury flying and everything around you starts to fade.

"Oh no.." you mutter.

"You two are so naive...It is a shame I need to get rid of you so quickly…" Mysterio voice is heard and you straighten up. Everything turns black and you reach for Peter's hand.

"It's not real…"

"Is it? Let's try that out shall we?"

The room lightens so brightly you have to cover your eyes before it's dark again. "Peter!?"

"Y/N!?"

"You two are good kids, the perfect match, both of you so smart yet so clueless."

"It's not real, it's not real" you shake your head and close your eyes. You try to reach for one of those signals, it was as if it was calling you and you were walking over that signal.

"Tony Stark didn't warn you about those consequences, did he? Of how if someone knew about them they could just push you away and block your powers?" Something hits your stomach and you are sent flying backwards and you hit a wall and you scream.

"Y/N!" Peter shouts and you hear footsteps.

"You are a technopath, Y/N. Your power has one weakness, if you tap into a corrupted technology, it can hurt you. Like a virus. It can ruin your mind entirely…" Just like Ned had suggested.

"Y/N, stop! Don't do anything!"

"And you Peter. You are just a kid, an immature, hormonal teenager that-" you cover your ears and close your eyes. You make a connection with one of the drones, you see the coding flashing before you at incredible speed. You are looking for anything that can make those illusions stop. You find a code, something about black surroundings and you shut your eyes tighter and erase that format from the drones system and you hear a small blast. You open your eyes and there is an opening a few feet above you. It worked.

"Having fun with the coding there, Y/N? All this trouble and you still got so much work to do...You still haven't reached your powers peak" Mysterio says and your eyes fly open. You see Peter on the floor upside down and you run to him.

"Peter!" You shout and slide besides him and when you reach to touch him, your hand goes right through him.

"It's so funny" Mysterio says with a chuckle. "I thought Fury was joking when he said that I only had to call one up and the other one would show up. I only wanted to kill one of you at first but because of you being each other's weakness, now its the two of you."

"Leave us alone!" You tap into another drone, faster this time and have it fly to a side and hitting two more with its guns.

"If you two were good enough, maybe Tony would still be alive…" You scream at the sight of the Iron Man armour crawling to you, then another one above you. The armour of the one crawling comes off and you see Tony half flesh, half in skull and you shake your head and crawl backwards before you fall. It felt like falling into an abyss, and you hear Peter's voice calling after you until you suddenly drop, a loud thud, the jolt of pain surging through your body making you scream in pain, unable to move. You can still hear Mysterio's voice very faintly, his laugh, his words, until suddenly the black surroundings started to fade with a blue wave. That was when you found yourself in an abandoned building, Peter away from it with Mysterio at his feet, Fury talking to him.

And just when you thought this was over, Fury turned into Mysterio again. You stood up with struggle and tried to make your way to Peter yet failing. "Peter!" You shout but a train had hit Petet and you scream. Your eyes squint at Mysterio as he approaches you, blood boiling inside of you, and there was only one thing to do even if you haven't tried it a second time. Do the same thing Mysterio did to your blood but to his.

"What's wrong, Y/N? You are worried for your boy? Don't worry, if he makes it it will take him a few days to come back home." Mysterio says as he approaches you. Your fingers start to curl as you glare at him.

"Peter trusted you" you say and you both start to move in a circle, facing the other.

"Immature from him, just a few days and he gives the most expensive piece of tech with such great power to the first person that shows empathy" he scoffs and your fingers curl again, by this time, his blood pressure should be increasing.

"Maybe you are the immature one here. So many people looked up to you and you were a fake" you stop. "Let's see how fake your blood is" you say and your eyes turn a bright red. Mysterio's face expresses confusion and just then, your fingers tighten on your palm and he starts to choke on his blood. You take steps forward as he kneels down, "Not so tough now without your illusions huh?"

"What are you doing!? You are crazy!" He spits some blood out and you grin. You take in a deep breath to increase the blood coming out, just in the final moments you are hit on the head and knocked unconscious.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #spiderman #spiderman imagine #far from home imagine #far from home #spiderman: far from home #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu imagines #mcu #(mine)#(warriors)#(imagines)

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oohfluffy · 4 years

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DDND Ch.22 | KJI

Group: EXO

Member: Kim Jongin

Theme: Fluff | Angst | Dancer!AU | Dormmmate!AU

Word Count: 2,823

❀ Chapter 22: Baby ❀

"Mr. Zhang."

Your father grinned as he entered the luxurious restaurant, instantly seeing the young man waiting for him. He walked towards the assigned table as he was led by an employee.

"Mr. Kim, it's a pleasure to meet you again." Mr. Zhang sat down as Kai just smiled. "I'm certain that you're surprised by my invitation?" He chuckled, grabbing his glass of wine.

"Yes, I was. I assume you have an important matter to tell me, Mr. Zhang." Kai calmly said, raising a hand to a waiter, who just nodded before getting to work.

"My daughter..."

As Mr. Zhang said those two words, Kai couldn't help but to let out a sigh.

"I was about to make an appointment with you too, Mr. Zhang. It's about that matter too. I apologize but before you say anything else, will you let me speak first, Mr. Zhang?" Kai slightly bowed as he pleaded. Mr. Zhang was aghast with the young man's action and words.

"I-It's fine, Mr. Kim. You may."

Kai sighed in relief before looking at your father in the eyes.

"I want to end our agreement, Mr. Zhang."

Mr. Zhang's eyes widened as Kai bowed again.

"I know my brother asked for your help before he left, in return, I did what you wanted." Kai recalled what happened. "Our company was falling on the ground when one of our trusted employees stole half of our stockholdings. My older brother, Soohyun, has already booked a flight for business in France when that happened, that's why when I heard about it, I didn't hesitate to reach out."

Mr. Zhang listened attentively as Kai told him the past events that happened.

"And I met you since father told me you would help. You did." Kai chuckled, nodding to himself. "But for one condition."

"Make my daughter come back if you want me to help you." Kai breathed out as he spoke. "That's what you said. I didn't know she was a grown up already, so I accepted." Kai slightly smiled at your first encounter. You on the ground as you reach out for your dog, as it runs towards him.

"I was desperate as my brother back then, accepting everything you say since our company was at risk and you're the only certain hope we had."

Kai grabbed his own glass of wine, taking a careful sip on it.

"But I want to stop now."

Mr. Zhang looked at Kai, clasping his hands together after he put down his glass of wine.

"Do you have any reasons why you want to end it?" He calmly asked.

Kai immediately thought of you. How you'll react when you find out that he met you not coincidentally but on purpose. How he agreed on keeping an eye on you with a desperate reason. How he's staying in the same dorm because it made his work so much easier. How he used that advantage to keep their company balanced.

He felt awful.

It's like he used you to save their company.

"I..." Kai started as Mr. Zhang didn't move his eyes away from him. "I don't like to see her hurt."

"I lied to her and I'm still doing it. I don't want to continue this anymore. Before she knows about this agreement, I want to cut things off with you. When she knows about this, she'll think that she's been used for the sake of our company. I know she will think that. That's why I want to clear everything before that happens." Kai looked away, ashamed of his past decisions.

"She'll think that I'm staying with her because I need to." Kai mumbled, voice getting lower as he thinks of your disappointed and sad face.

"She needs to know that I'm staying with her because I want to, Mr. Zhang."

Mr. Zhang was silent as the young man stared back at him again. He was observing how Mr. Kim spoke and he knew now.

"I understand." Kai's eyes widened as Mr. Zhang replied. "But for one condition..."

"Anything, Mr. Zhang."

"Don't tell anything to my daughter. She'll hate me. Now that she's opened up to me again, I don't want that happening."

Kai stopped for a moment before speaking.

"I won't, Mr. Zhang."

"Can you tell me everything?"

"I want to know, Kai."

"I can't."

"O-Okay."

How painful it is for him when you pulled away from his embrace.

But he needs to keep his lips zipped if that's what your father wants.

"Going back to the matter I was concerned, I was planning to marry off my daughter to ensure her future."

His heart was broken as he remembered your father's words that he can't go against to.

He can't speak about how he really feels for you if your own father has his own plan for your future.

It will be very unfair for you.

But he knew he'll do anything for you.

♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫ ❧ ♫

"Noona!"

Taeyong warmly welcomed you, embracing you as he opened the car door.

"Tae." You greeted, patting his head.

"Welcome home, my dear." Aunt Ji Hyo said as she guided you inside the house.

"Why have you suddenly decided to—"

"Do you want me here or not?" You cut Taeyong off as he asked. He just pouted and followed you like a puppy.

"It's good that you got fetched early. Don't you have work for today?" Aunt Ji Hyo asked as she led you to your room.

"My manager's kind enough to let me off the hook for a day. I texted him already."

"He's a good man then. Is he handsome?" Aunt Ji Hyo wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

"Oh! Is that the guy who has a girlfriend already?" Taeyong asked as he ran towards your door and opened it for you.

"Yes, Tae, he is." You said as you chuckled. Your mood was brightened up a bit but that doesn't mean you're fully okay now.

"Let your sister rest for a bit. Come on." Aunt Ji Hyo walked to the door as you've settled down on your bed. "I'll just send Taeyong to call you later when lunch is ready, okay?"

"Yes, thank you." You smiled at her before she closed the door. You eyed your surroundings.

"Still the same." You mumbled, standing up to arrange your things.

You suddenly remembered what happened earlier.

"You're leaving?" Aunt Sunny asked, tears are in her eyes already.

"Yes, auntie. I'm sor—"

She hugged you tight as if you'll never see each other again.

"I'll miss you! This girl!" Aunt Sunny cried, sobbing on your neck. You lightly laughed as the two young tenants got down the stairs.

"Good timing, you guys. I want to say my farewell to you all." You said to Sanha and Eunwoo.

"What?! You're leaving, noona?! What about Ka—"

"Is that so? Why though, noona?" Eunwoo cut the younger off as he glared at Sanha.

"I want to reconcile with my family, especially my father. I won't forget to visit you though, we'll see each other again." You gently pulled Aunt Sunny away as you grabbed your things on the floor. You have 3 huge duffel bags, full of clothes and underwear, 4 boxes, full of books, shoes and other accessories, and a plastic, full of junk.

"Why are you bringing your trash?" Sanha asked, still pouting as he was disappointed his ship will stop sailing.

You turned to Aunt Sunny who was looking at the plastic bag you're bringing.

"I cleaned my room thoroughly this time, auntie. Don't worry, you won't see any dirt there." You winked as you showed her the plastic. She frowned at you as she playfully hit you on the head.

When you heard the doorbell ring, you glanced at them again.

"I'll be taking my leave now. My ride has arrived." You said.

"Let us help you bring your things there." Eunwoo offered, bringing two of your duffel bags as Sanha got two boxes of your things. You smiled at their cuteness.

"Okay then. Aunt Sunny, please let the driver get those two boxes left."

After you've put everything in the back of the car, you turned to your second family again.

"I'm gonna miss you, guys. Thank you for the memories." You smiled.

"What about Kai hyung? Does he know you're leaving?" Sanha couldn't stop himself from asking you. Eunwoo nudged the younger one. You glanced at the window where you know Kai's room was.

"He doesn't." You mumbled. "He'll know it for sure. I'm going now." You waved at them as you got in the car.

You watched as they waved at you with smiles.

"There's no time for that." You shook your head as you arranged your books neatly on the small bookshelf near your desk. They were all med books from college that you carefully kept.

"I need to talk to appa about this." You said as you let your fingers feel the books. "I want to continue studying Medicine. I want to fight."

After arranging everything in order, you laid down on the bed and decided to charge your low-battery phone. As it opened, you were shocked by how many missed calls and texts you have.

88 Missed Calls 57 Text Messages

5 missed calls were from Joohyuk, 3 from Tiffany, 8 from Sehun, and the rest, all from Kai. 10 messages from Joohyuk, 5 from Tiffany, 15 from Sehun, and the rest, all from Kai. You do the math, guys.

Your mouth hung as you read every message they've sent you.

"What are their problems? Seriously, I just got one day off of work, they do this." You sighed.

11:38 am

From: My Devil Dancer

I'm sad.

Your eyebrows knitted as you slowly read his latest messages.

11:39 am

From: My Devil Dancer

You didn't wait for me.

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11:40 am

From: My Devil Dancer

I'm getting lonely, babe.

—

11:45 am

From: My Devil Dancer

I love you. Please call me.

Your cheeks flushed as you read his last message. You quickly locked your phone and put it on the bedside table.

"What's he saying?" You mumbled, closing your eyes for a moment.

"If he loves me then he should have told me everything. He shouldn't keep anything from me, right?" You nodded to yourself as you tried putting yourself to sleep when Kai's face keeps on entering your dark vision. You instantly opened your eyes.

"Argh." You sat up straight before getting your phone again. You pressed his number and waited for him to—

"Babe?"

It hasn't even rang its first ring completely. He's so fast in answering your call.

"H-Hey. Sorry about not—"

"Why are you apologizing? I'm gonna miss you, you know." You can even see him pouting with his tone that made you smile.

"I just decided that I want to go home already. Not that I don't enjoy everyone's company there but I think I need to move forward already."

"Oh."

You waited for him to tell more when all you heard was silence.

"Kai?" You called out. You can hear his breathing on the other side, making you feel calm.

"You said you like me, right?"

His question caught you off guard.

"W-What about it?" You stuttered, your hands forming into fists.

Calm down.

"I know that you're very confused." You heard his wonderful chuckle, your lips twitched as you did. "But please know that I love you, okay? Don't give your heart to anyone else but me, please."

Kai knows it was a selfish request but he needed to hear you say it. Say that—

"I love you, Kai. I won't ever give my heart to anyone but you."

Kai felt like crying as you said those reassuring words, making him sigh in relief.

"Good girl." He said in a low voice, making your cheeks flush again.

Oh my, what the heck is he doing to me?

"I'm so glad to hear that, baby." Kai sniffed on the other line, worrying you.

"Are you crying?" You said in panic.

"No. No. I'm just happy because of what you said." Kai sighed. "I'm happy because even though I didn't tell you anything last night, you still called me. I'm happy you're not hating me."

"Why would I hate you?" You looked up the ceiling before letting yourself fall back on the bed. "I'll wait until you're already ready to tell me everything. I can wait, Kai."

"R-Really? You'll do that?"

"I don't know what spell you've casted on me but..." You smiled at the thought. "...I'll gladly be stupid for you, my devil dancer."

You heard Kai laugh once again, tickling your ears. You grinned.

"I'll court you properly when the time's right, baby."

You don't know when will be the time right but you just nodded at yourself.

"I'll look forward to that, baby." You giggled as you tried using that pet name for him. You heard him gasp.

"Aww. You're learning from daddy, huh?"

Your eyes widened.

"D-Daddy?! What the hell."

"You're my baby, right? Then I'm your daddy." Kai laughed as he imagined your reaction. You look like a red tomato that's ready to pop anytime.

"Shut up!"

"Do you know I love you?"

"You already told me that!"

"Then let me say it again."

You kept quiet as you waited for him to say it. Your heart beats faster than any racing car as you gripped on your phone tight.

"I love you, baby." Kai whispered as if he's right beside your ear. You smiled as you heard him.

"I love you too, my devil."

"Hey! That's supposed to be daddy for you!"

"I don't want to! You're disgusting." You laughed, completely forgetting why you've avoided him today.

You said you'll patiently wait, you will. You'll try to understand why he can't tell you anything since you know he must have his own reasons. You'll just love him without any labels as much as he loves you back.

"Dear? Lunch's ready!" A knock interrupted your talk with Kai, making you sit up straight.

"I'll be there in a minute!" You replied in a rush.

"Okay!"

"Hey, I need to go now." You said on your phone as you stood up.

"I'll call later then?"

"Yep. I'll wait, daddy." You laughed as you heard him growl.

"That's cheating, baby. I'm gonna miss you more."

"I'll miss you more too. Bye now."

"Mwah."

"Mwah." You giggled, finally hanging up on the boy. You have a smile on your face that you can't wipe out.

You're back to your happy self.

As you sat down for lunch, you noticed that your father was home early.

"Appa." You kissed his cheek before sitting down beside Taeyong. Your father smiled at he observed the table.

"We're complete now." He exclaimed, making all of you crack a smile.

"That's right. I feel so full already!" Taeyong said with a grin. You patted his head.

"Let's eat now. I made Carbonara, Taeyong's favorite!" Aunt Ji Hyo cheered as Taeyong clapped his hands.

"Yay!"

"Lin." Your father called you as you ate. You turned to him with a smile.

"Yes, appa?"

"We'll talk later about your marriage."

The utensils that you were holding dropped as you felt numb.

"W-What?"

"Honey, what are you talking about?" Aunt Ji Hyo grabbed your father's hand.

"I want Lin, my eldest daughter, to marry someone from our world. My daughter works in a café but that's not enough to make her's and her future husband's lives better, right? She needs someone to ensure her futu—"

You abruptly stood up, completely mad to say anything.

"Lin." Your father called out, reaching for your hand but you backed away.

"Is this it? You wanted me to come back here to marry me off to some wealthy man that can feed me money? So you can get advantages from it too? I thought you changed, appa!" You scoffed. Mr. Zhang stood up, feeling disrespected as you dared answer back.

"I'm doing what I think is the best for you! Why?! Do you even have a boyfriend? If you do, I might consider. But you don't, right? How can I be sure that you'll grow old fine?!"

You stared back at his intense gaze.

"I don't have a boyfriend but I have someone I want to spend the rest of my life already, appa." You slightly bowed at them before turning your back, walking back up to your room. "Please think about my feelings before you decide things for me."

Aunt Ji Hyo looked at your father, clearly disappointed with the rash decision he made.

"What were you thinking, Lei?" She said as she stood up, following you. Taeyong sighed as he looked away from your father.

"I-I've lost my appetite now. Please rest well, appa."

As Taeyong went back to his room, your father was left alone.

"I'm sorry."

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❀ Ch.23

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ahgastae · 6 years

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First Impressions

Mark x Reader - Soulmate!AU Angst/Fluff Word Count - 4.2k Warnings: i have a potty mouth soz

Mark’s always been a little jealous of the other soulmate systems. Everyone around him gets cute little first greetings or pretty flowers delicately scrawled across their skin. Hell, the universe literally handed Jackson a map to the exact location where he’ll meet his ‘meant-to-be’. Meanwhile, Mark’s, well, mark brings him nothing but embarrassment, so much so that he goes out of his way to keep it covered up, even especially when at the dorms.

The light is the first thing Mark notices when he wakes up, eyes blinking drearily at the ceiling. He left his curtains hanging open last night, so the harsh sunlight beams through his bedroom windows, effectively pulling him out of his peaceful sleep. Or maybe it was the loud, poorly concealed footsteps passing by his door. Mark rolls over to peak at the alarm clock on his nightstand. The neon numbers tauntingly blink back at him, reading, ‘6:32 AM’. Ah, that must’ve been Jackson. He’s always been an early riser, and never very good at keeping quiet. Mark huffs, and throws off his comforter before slowly sitting up. He briefly catches a glance of the mark under his arm. His eyes scan over the all too familiar writing, sleep riddled mind struggling to remember what they mean.

‘Who does this fucker think he is?’

Oh, right. It’s his soul mark. The very first thoughts his soulmate will have about him. At first, he thought the mark represented the first words he would hear them say, and, at this point, he doesn’t know if that would be better or worse. His younger members find it hilarious that his soulmate’s first impression will, essentially, be that he’s a giant prick, “just like we already know you are!” Mark rolls his eyes at the memory as he pushes himself off his bed to head toward the tell tale shouts of Jackson and Youngjae in the kitchen. He hesitates in front of his desk, eyes spotting the black hoodie hanging over his computer chair. Maybe one day without it wouldn’t be so bad...

Suddenly, the sound of the front door slamming open echoes throughout the dorms, followed by Bambam and Yugyeom loudly greeting each other like it wasn’t the ass crack of dawn. If they weren’t awake before, the whole fucking dorm definitely would be now. Mark only sighs again, and reluctantly grabs the hoodie before leaving his room. He’s just pulled the black fabric over his head when a deafening clang draws his attention to the kitchen. Please, don’t be what he thinks it is. Not this goddamn early. Mark rounds the corner much too soon for his liking to find all of his members gathered in their normally pristine kitchen. Except, it’s currently cluttered with what looks to be every single pot, pan, or cooking utensil that they owned, along with a very exasperated looking Jinyoung. Jinyoung turns to him when he enters, murder dancing behind his sleep filled eyes.

“What...What the hell happened?” Mark’s voice is hoarse and deep from lack of use, and he wonders if he can get a glass of water in the midst of...whatever is happening.

“They couldn’t decide on who should get to make breakfast.” Jinyoung’s eyes narrow as he nods his head toward the three members currently trying to become one with the floorboards. Jackson, Bambam, and Yugyeom all possess similar guilty expressions as they stare back at the oldest member. Mark glances at Jaebum and Youngjae sitting at the bar, with the latter trying (and failing) to contain his giggles. Mark makes eye contact with Jaebum, and silently pleads that he has some semblance of how to respond to this situation. Unfortunately, the leader only shrugs in response. Mark sighs for what feels like the hundredth time that morning, running a hand through his messy hair before pulling his hood over his head. Why does it always have to be him? And, as if to make matters worse, Yugyeom’s stomach growls loud enough for everyone to hear. The maknae smiles sheepishly when their attention turns to him.

“Sorry, hyungs, I’m starving.” Mark didn’t think it was possible, but Jinyoung’s glare deepens.

“Maybe we would have something to eat if someone didn’t wreck the kitchen.” The edge in his voice has the guilty party shrinking back against the counter again, evidence of their crime still surrounding them. Jaebum, seemingly sensing how close Jinyoung is to snapping, rises from his seat on the bar stool.

“How about we go out to eat?” His suggestion breaks the heavy atmosphere, and Mark silently thanks whatever higher being is out there. Jackson, Bambam, and Yugyeom all nod eagerly as the furrow in Jinyoung’s brow eases up just a bit. Youngjae finally lets his bright smile show, and bobs his head up and down in excited agreement. Jaebum turns towards Mark expectantly, and he suddenly gets the feeling that hell might break loose if he were to say no. So, instead, he shrugs, causing small cheers to erupt from the maknaes (plus Jackson) as they all race off to get dressed.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes as he call after them, “Don’t get too excited! You three are cleaning this up when we get back!” The responding groans elicit a laugh from Mark as he heads back to his room.

About an hour later, the boys are all sat around a private table in a nearby cafe. They had gotten there relatively without incident (save for a small shouting match between the two youngest members over some phone game, but Jinyoung put an end to that real quick). Currently, they’re waiting for their food in the mostly barren cafe. Mark grips his coffee mug, gentle smile worming its way onto his face now that the haze of sleep is finally starting to clear. He laughs at some joke Jackson makes as his eyes drift toward the cafe window. What had started out as a bright and sunny day is quickly turning into the beginnings of a storm. Dark clouds hang low over the sky, and Mark wonders if they’ll make it back to the dorm before the rain.

“Looks like it’s getting pretty bad out there.” Mark jumps, turning to Jaebum with a small smile.

“Oh, yeah,” Mark chuckles. “We better hurry, or we might be stuck in that mess.” As if on cue, a flash of lightning briefly lights up the dimly lit cafe. Jackson freezes mid sentence as Youngjae leaps a few inches off of his chair. Even Bambam and Yugyeom are startled out of their conversation.

Jaebum, however, only grins in amusement, “Too late.”

I’m late. I’m so late. I’m so incredibly fucking late that it’s almost unbelievable how I managed it. Okay, maybe I know exactly how I did it. It started off with a semi-drunken late night with my roommate, D. I was feeling down over my stupid soulmate again, and she always makes it her mission to cheer me up. Really, I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s kind of hard to take her words to heart when her mark says, ‘All this art, and you’re the most beautiful thing in the room’ while mine reads, ‘Fuck, I can see her bra through her shirt’. One is definitely more romantic. Granted, she’s in the words system, so her soulmate probably puts some thought into what they’re first going to say to her, yet I literally just get mine’s thoughts. And whoever they are, I’m already not a fan.

Now, in my defense, a couple of drinks aren’t entirely what equated to me currently being over an hour late for my early shift. First, it was the drinks. Then it was immediately heading to bed after said drinks, forgetting to plug my phone in and causing my alarm not to go off this morning. Then my hair dryer shorted out on me when I was halfway through drying my hair. Then D forgot I had to go in early today and borrowed my car keys without asking. I absolutely love her to death, but, right now, all I can think about is strangling her with the cord of my now fried hair dryer. I sigh, wrapping my arms tighter around myself as I fast walk to the nearest train station. It’s not optimal, but right now it’s my only option. I was able to charge my phone a bit as I rushed through my routine this morning, but I can’t risk losing that battery on trying to contact my lovely roomie.

Thunder suddenly crashes above my head, forcing me out of thoughts. I look up at the darkening sky just as small droplets fall to the earth around me. Fucking great. Something else for me to deal with. Oh, and of course, I forgot my coat. Grumbling under my breath, I pick up my pace, and attempt to ignore the water soaking through my blouse. The streets are clear, at least, as most people are either driving, or have taken shelter to avoid the rain. What I wouldn’t give to be one of them, but, no, my boss needed me to come in this early for reasons he has yet to share. I’m cussing him out in my head when my phone starts vibrating in my back pocket. A groan almost escapes my lips at yet another obstacle, but I think, with the way this day is going, this might as well just happen.

I duck into the nearest building to stop and yank my phone out of my pocket. My irritation quickly subsides when I see my boss’s contact flashing across the screen. Oh, shit. Contemplating on whether or not to answer, I realize that ignoring his call on top of already being late wouldn’t help my situation. Hesitantly sliding my finger across the screen, I accept the call and bring my phone up to my ear.

“Hello...?”

“Y/N, where are you? You were supposed to be here hours ago.” That’s a bit of an exaggeration. I’m only like, an hour and a half late, but his question still sends my mind reeling. Where do I even start?

“I, um...”

He cuts me off, “It’s the rain, isn’t it? All of a sudden, it just started down pouring. Are you close to the office?”

“Uh, no, not really.” I have no idea if that’s true or not. To be honest, I don’t even know where I am.

“Alright, good. Don’t worry about coming in. The power went out in the neighborhood, something about a struck power line, so I’m sending everyone home.” My eye twitches involuntarily. He says something else before hanging up, and my arm lamely drops back to my side. He told me not to come in. After I walked I can’t tell how fucking far. In the goddamn rain. I feel like I should be relieved, but my frustration only mounts as I realize that there was probably no reason for me to come in in the first place. I take a deep breath, eyes finally scanning the building I ran into without a second thought. Thankfully, it seems to just be a small cafe with only a few patrons eating and workers bustling about. I pat my back pocket for my wallet, and decide that I might as well eat something before I head back home.

Sitting down in a small window seat near the door, I let myself relax for the first time that morning. A waitress comes by soon with a polite smile and notepad in hand. I give her my order, just a coffee and whatever pastry they have on hand, and lean back in my chair. I momentarily shut my eyes, relishing in the quiet atmosphere of the little cafe when I suddenly get the distinct feeling of being watched. Thinking that maybe it’s just the waitress already back with my order, I open my eyes to find nobody there. A frown etches onto my face as the feeling intensifies and I still can’t find the reason why. My gaze drifts around the room as nonchalantly as possible until, finally, it lands on him. A hooded figure sits with a large group of people in a secluded corner of the cafe. I can’t see his eyes, but somehow I know he’s staring at me. I quickly avert my eyes to my table, wondering why I’ve caught his attention. The boys he’s with all chatter animatedly among themselves, but he seems to take no notice of their conversations. I fidget in my seat, and cross my arms over my chest. That’s when I realize the state my shirt is in. The rain completely soaked through the thin fabric, leaving it damp and showing off my black bra to the entire world and everyone in it. Including that guy.

My head whips back up as my eyes lock into a glare. Seriously? This is supposed to be my chance to relax after a very stressful morning, and I am not in the damn mood to deal with some fucking pervert staring at my boobs at eight in the fucking morning. Who does this fucker think he is? I stand up from my seat to march over there and give that asshole a piece of my mind, but the mark underneath my arm starts to viciously burn before I can take a single step. A gasp leaves me, and my hand flies to my bicep as the burning feeling crawls up my arm. My eyes subconsciously avert back to the hooded stranger. His hood has fallen back, revealing the shocked expression on his, admittedly, handsome face. He stares incredulously at his arm, the same arm that my own mark is on, before his eyes come back to meet mine. The first thing I notice is the pleasant warmth his gaze spreads through me. The second is his friends shoving him out of his seat, sending him awkwardly stumbling in my direction. Finally, when he’s only mere feet away, my mind finally pieces together what’s happening.

It’s him.

He’s my soulmate. This guy, whom I was just about to curse out for ogling at my chest, is the person I’m destined to be with, as told by the universe, for the rest of my life. And in an impulsive, split second decision, I force myself to ignore the inexplicable pull to his sparkling brown eyes. I push past the dull ache in my arm, snatching my phone and wallet off the small table before making a beeline for the door.

And I tell the universe to go fuck itself.

My pace picks up as I rush out the door, breaking into a sprint as soon as I exit the cafe. He calls out to me to stop, and I have to fight my legs from slowing down. After what feels like hours, the sounds of his footsteps finally lessen, until eventually dying down completely. I glance over my shoulder to find him no where in sight. As my feet slow down to a stop, I become acutely aware of the rain pelting down on my skin and the sound of his voice calling to me in the back of my mind.

Mark shuffles back into the cafe, eyes downcast and hood pulled low over his head once more. A mixture of rain and tear drops streams down his cheeks, and he wipes his face with a sniffle as he slumps back into his seat. His members stare at him in silence. The sympathetic looks on their faces worsen his dejected mood.

“She fucking ran away from me, alright? It’s like you all said, she already thinks I’m a dick. No point in trying to fight it.” He crosses his arms and looks away, gaze falling on the table she was sitting at minutes ago. Mark closes his eyes, and wills himself not to become a sob story in some random cafe.

“Hyung, we didn’t mean it like that...” Bambam tries to explain, but Jaebum silences him with a shake of his head. The younger boy glances at the maknae next to him; both bearing similar expressions of guilt for the second time that day.

“Uh... W-Why don’t we head back to the dorm? We can get started on cleaning up that mess,” Jackson suggests, shake in his voice betraying the smile on his face. They all glance at Mark hesitantly, but the oldest member only halfheartedly shrugs, already rising from his seat.

“Whatever. Let’s just get out of here.”

“You fucking ran away from him?!” D shrieks after I relay what happened earlier that day. She grabs the pillow behind her on the couch, repeatedly smacking me with it as she yells. “Are you actually insane?!”

I hold my hands up to block her assault, “No! I just... I don’t know! I panicked!” She freezes, raising an eyebrow at me over her fluffy weapon.

“‘Panicked’? Girl, panicking is spilling coffee on yourself or mispronouncing your name; not bippity boppity booing the fuck out because you find your soulmate.” She opens her mouth to say more, but the small sniffle I fail to hide stops her. The pillow falls from her hands as she moves closer. “Y/N, what happened?”

“I-I really don’t know.” The tears start to fall before I can stop them. “One minute he’s walking towards me, and the next I’m just booking it as fast as I can. God, why did I do that? Because he was staring at me?” I run a hand across my cheek as D softly pats my back. “Of course, he noticed my bra; I probably looked like a fucking weirdo running in there the way I did. A-And when he tried to talk to me, I just... I freaked out. I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t want some unknown being choosing who I love, or because I noticed he was really fucking cute and he had this look in his eyes that made my knees weak and I thought that I wouldn’t...” My voice trails off as I realize what had been nagging at me since the second we made eye contact.

D squeezes my shoulder in encouragement, “That you wouldn’t...?”

“That... I wouldn’t mind being stuck with someone, as long as it’s him.” Another wave of tears washes over me at my confession. It was true. I didn’t want to accept it back at the cafe, but I want to be with him. My soulmate, whose name I don’t even know because I ran away before giving him a chance.

“Oh, baby, what did you do?” D whispers, and pulls me into a tight hug.

“D, oh my god, I fucked up,” I sob into her shoulder. “I-I can’t get his voice out of my head and he probably hates me and never wants to see me again and I’m gonna die alone because I’m a socially awkward weirdo who pushes away her own soulmate!” D suddenly pulls away from me with stern look. I whine at the loss of comfort, but she points a finger in my face.

“Now, you stop that right now, Y/N L/N. You are not going to die alone. You just have to fix this. Like a grown up.” I open my mouth to protest, but she cuts me off. “He does not hate you. You’re his soulmate. I don’t think he has it in him to hate you. But he probably hurt and upset by the fact that you ditched him like that.”

I blink at her, wiping the last few tears from my cheeks, “How do I fix this?”

D shakes her head, “I don’t know. It’s something you’ll have to work out between you two, but you can definitely start by tracking him down to explain yourself.” She suggests this like it’s something simple, but I don’t even know where to start. I don’t have his name; I only know what he looks like and that he went to that cafe once. I explain this to D, and she only shrugs. “Then that’s where you start.”

Two weeks later, and I’m still dropping by that little cafe every chance I get in the hopes that I’ll see him again. So far, there’s been nothing but what appears to be the usual regulars and a couple hipsters looking for the ‘authentic’ coffee experience, whatever that means. But no soulmate. Not even one of his many friends he was with that day, although I’m not sure they would want to talk to me either. I’ve been ready to give up and move into some dark, dusty cave in the middle of nowhere since my fourth day of no results, but D refuses to let me give up on fate. She pretends not to hear me when I tell her fate already gave me a chance, and I responded by spitting in its face.

I sigh, pulling my coat tighter around my body as I take the familiar route to the cafe from work. I’ve been walking a lot more now, simply on the off chance I may see him on the way between my destinations. The clouds hang low in the sky, and my memory flashes back to that day. Why hadn’t I just given him a chance? Then, at least, I wouldn’t have this empty feeling sitting in my chest, and I definitely wouldn’t be out in this mess for the second time in two weeks. Rain steadily falls by the time I reach the cafe door, and I silently curse myself for continuously sticking myself in these situations. Shaking off what little water I can, my hand reaches to open the door and take shelter in the sweet aroma of the coffee and pastries.

Except, the door doesn’t open. That’s weird. I pull again, this time with slightly more force, but the metal doesn’t even budge. A frown etches across my face as I cover eyes and peer through the glass. The lights are all off, chairs are placed on top of tables, and no one appears to be inside. My frown deepens, and I finally notice a small sign hanging in the window.

‘We’re sorry, but we’re currently closed due to personal matters. Sorry for the inconvenience!’ Oh. My vision starts to blur, and I rapidly blink my eyes to clear them of the falling rain. It’s only when a warm tear falls on my hand that I realize I’m crying. But why am I even crying? The cafe is just closed for the day, it doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean that I lost my chance to find him again. No, it... It just means that it’s time to give up. Something I probably should’ve accepted a while ago. I sigh, uselessly wiping my face and turning to head home when I hear soft footsteps approaching behind me. My head whips over my shoulder, eyes immediately locking onto a familiar hooded figure currently trying to get into the cafe. His hoodie is pulled over his head, but I’m certain I see the profile of the attractive face that’s been plaguing my mind. Heart leaping into my throat, I fight the urge to run away again, instead, turning on my heel and quietly approaching him.

“I, um... I think they’re closed.” He jumps, whipping around to face me. His expression morphs into something akin to shock, and my heart breaks when I notice his bloodshot eyes. I offer him a small smile, “Uh, hi?” He stays silent, gaze drifting down to his shoes. My flight instincts kick in as soon as he averts his eyes, but I force my feet to stay on the ground. I take a breath, and swallow my nerves before speaking, “I...I’m really sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have run away like I did. I just...” I look up to find him meeting my eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but I suddenly feel a wave of confidence wash over me. “I got scared. Not of you or anything, but of...of this.” I gesture between us, hoping he understands that I mean the bond we share. “I know that’s no excuse, but I wasn’t ready to accept it and that’s entirely on me. And I definitely don’t expect you to accept me now. I just... wanted to get that out of my system before I never see you again.” He remains quiet, not even offering me so much as a nod, and I worry that I’ve made a mistake in talking to him. Maybe I should have just left him be. I turn to leave when his hand gently grabs my wrist, the increasingly familiar warmth spreading up my arm at his touch.

“How can I not accept you? You’re my soulmate,” He whispers through the rain. I can barely hear him, but I feel myself relax at his voice. “I thought you hated me. We don’t even know each other, but...it killed me to think that you rejected me because of some stupid, unfiltered thought. It’s...it’s been horrible knowing you were out there, and not...with me.” His gaze bores into mine, and, for the first time, I don’t feel like running away. Instead, I let him pull me closer, his hands gently resting on my waist. My hands rest on his chest, and my eyes flick down to his lips. Is it weird how badly I want to kiss him right now? “...Would you be mad if I kissed you?” I would have laughed at our similar thoughts if it weren’t for the heat rushing to my cheeks. I slowly shake my head, biting my lip as a small smile crawls on his face. I don't have much time to admire it, however, before his soft lips press against my own in a gentle kiss. It’s chaste and sweet and doesn't last very long, but sends my mind reeling none the less.

I pull away first, voice coming out as a whisper, "I'm Y/N." He breaks into a full on grin, and I swear my heart feels like it'll jump out of my chest.

"Mark."

#mark tuan x reader #got7 mark x reader #got7 x reader #mark tuan soulmate au #got7 soulmate au #got7 angst #got7 fluff #this is my longest piece yet lmao #or longest one shot kinda thing #but this is only the first in the series!!#the other members will follow it might just take me awhile #it took me about 3 days? to write this one #so hopefully the others will be the same way #my writing

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An Alpha Omega: Chapter 15

Chapter 15

ACT II

Vanessa had never been one for skirts unless they were flowy and not skin tight. The suit that her lawyer had requested her to wear was none of those things and it really, really bugged her. There wasn’t a way that she could sit where someone couldn’t see up her skirt, but at least the tights Miyu had found for her covered everything nicely. Fucking formal business wear.

“You don’t have to take the stand if you don’t want to,” her lawyer said with a kind smile.

Amélie Lacroix was a sweet woman, but completely ruthless in the courtroom. Vanessa liked her. She trusted her to do her job and do it splendidly.

“Might be for the best if I do,” Vanessa replied as she shifted her weight back. “Fuck, I’m so nervous.”

“I’ll handle everything, don’t worry,” Amélie promised. “And Reinhardt will still be right beside you. Don’t worry about a thing, Vanessa. This case is ours.”

Vanessa nodded, but she was still chewing on her lip as they left the office set aside for them and headed for the courtroom. There were cameras everywhere. She hated that this was so heavily publicized. Amélie grumbled about news stations just wanting views, but did her best not to let any microphone pick up her opinion. Cameras flashed as they walked by and Vanessa heard more than a few people comment on her attire. Because that was important, wasn’t it? Not the scars she had on her face that made it look like she lost a fight with a mountain lion; no, her suit and hair was the most important thing about her.

The jury were seated already, most of them fidgeting in their seats. They glanced at her often, whispering amongst themselves as she and Amélie took their seats beside Reinhardt. Reinhardt’s huge hand settled on her knee, squeezing reassuringly as she trembled against him.

“All rise for the Honourable Judge Tekhartha,” the bailiff said.

Vanessa rose to her feet as the judge swept into the room and took his seat. He shifted his black robes around as he settled down, his eyes drifting carefully over the courtroom. The bailiff motioned for everyone to be seated and Judge Tekhartha shifted his papers around.

“Before we begin, I want to go over a few things,” he said. “Because of the nature of this trial, I want a few things clear. Any attempt to subvert the opposite party through means of hormonal cycles will not be tolerated. If you go into heat or rut, I expect you to take proper steps to mitigate the scent.” His eyes snapped to the three Alphas squirming miserably in their seats. “As well, any attempts to intimidate the claimant through posturing or verbal threats will not be tolerated. Is that understood?”

“Yes, your honour,” the Alphas’ lawyer nodded his head. “Ms. Lacroix?”

“Understood, your honour,” Amélie nodded her head.

“Then let us begin,” Judge Tekhartha said as he set a pair of bifocals on his nose. “The defence is accused of sexual assault, battery, physical assault, and attempts to coerce sex out of an unwilling participant during their estrus cycle. How does the defence plea?”

“Not guilty,” the Alphas’ lawyer replied.

“Ms. Lacroix, if you would take the floor,” Judge Tekhartha said.

Amélie nodded as she got to her feet. “My client was attacked by the accused on the evening of October 27th when she was returning to her dorms from a late exam. She was with a group of other Omegas in various stages of their heat cycles and one Beta. Exam time is a very stressful period, so most students experience an out of cycle heat or rut as their bodies attempt to deal with the stress. Ms. McCree was not in heat when she was attacked as she’d already had a forced heat earlier that month from another Alpha in her class going into rut and making no effort to conceal the scent. Ms. McCree was singled out by a pack of Alphas, the accused in particular.”

“Your honour,” the Alphas’ lawyer cleared his voice. “I would like to point out that Ms. McCree challenged the Alphas when approached.”

“Noted,” Judge Tekhartha inclined his head. “Ms. Lacroix.”

“Ms. McCree suffered heavy injuries from the attack, including lacerations to the face and chest, multiple blunt force blows to the skull and throat, severe dislocation of her tailbone, and fractured ribs,” Amélie continued. “Her physical wounds have healed, but psychiatrist evaluation suggests that there may be signs of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder developing.”

Vanessa looked at her lap and did her best not to start tearing up. She could hear her father growling in the stands behind her and could imagine that his soft brown eyes were turning yellow in outrage. She hadn’t told him that she’d gotten a psych evaluation. She hadn’t wanted to worry him. No one but her, Amélie, Reinhardt, and the psychiatrist knew about it, by her own request.

“The claimant is requesting that the accused be given jail time as a consequence of their actions,” Amélie finished.

“A reasonable request,” Judge Tekhartha nodded. “Mr. Rothwell, the defence?”

The lawyer got to his feet as Amélie sat down. He denounced everything that Amélie had just said, all but calling Vanessa a liar in as pretty words as he could. Whispers flew through the courtroom as the lawyer sat down and Amélie squeezed Vanessa’s hand.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s just his job. Don’t take it to heart.”

Vanessa nodded and swallowed as Judge Tekhartha tapped his gavel for silence. “Captain Amari, please bring the first evidence against the accused forward.”

Jack glared at the back of the lawyer’s head as he sat down. He couldn’t believe that he’d just had the nerve to call Vanessa a liar and an attention-starved child. Way to perpetuate a stereotype about Omegas, you asshole! And about kids with coloured skin having terrible parents!

“Easy,” Joel growled in his ears. “Yer growin’ fur.”

Jack took a deep breath and stared directly ahead of him. He had to stay calm. He was here for Vanessa, not to start a fight in the courtroom. But oh, it was so tempting to just lunge for the fuckers’ throats as they sat miserably in their seats. They were playing up the beaten and wrongly accused Alphas so well that it made him sick. He prayed with all of his heart that the jury could see right through their act and give Vanessa the justice she deserved.

There were so many people whispering in the stands about whether or not she was telling the truth. He wished they’d just keep their mouths shut. He was there; he’d seen the pack of ten Alphas beating on her mercilessly. She was lucky to be alive, but they were more focused on the fact that an Omega had the audacity to press charges against such sweet young Alphas. Didn’t she know that this would ruin their lives? Forget the fact that Vanessa was developing PTSD from the whole thing; how dare she try to ruin their lives.

Captain Amari set the clothing Vanessa had been wearing that night on the table and Ms. Lacroix rose to explain what was there. She lifted up Vanessa’s shirt, turning it back and forth so that the jury could see the extent of the damage.

“These articles of clothing were on Ms. McCree’s person when she was attacked. As you can see, her torso suffered heavy damage from the Alphas’ claws and teeth. Most of the material around the cuts is saturated with Ms. McCree’s blood, as proven by the medical examiners, while the splatters around the neckline are from her attackers; the three Alphas seated before you.”

She set the clothing back down and Mr. Rothwell rose to give his rebuttal. “Casts were taken of my clients’ claws and teeth when they shifted and none of them match the tearing pattern found on the clothing,” he said.

“No, because they were busy biting her face,” Jack grumbled.

“Notice he’s not refuting the blood,” Tom agreed. “You can’t deny DNA evidence like that. He’s just trying to get the focus somewhere else.”

“Are these casts available for demonstration?” Judge Tekhartha asked.

“Of course,” Mr. Rothwell said as he walked over to his table and lifted three sets of teeth and claws onto the table. He carried them over to the evidence table and set them against the tears in the clothing. “As you can see, your honour, there is no way that my clients were responsible for these tears.”

“Your honour, I would like it noted that the accused were three of the ones responsible for the attack and that there were multiple assailants that were, unfortunately, unable to be identified and apprehended,” Ms. Lacroix said.

“Noted,” Judge Tekhartha nodded his head. “Captain Amari, the next piece of evidence? After that, we will take a small break.”

Captain Amari set a plastered head on the table highlighting where Vanessa’s injuries had been. They were outlined in blue; a last-minute decision after Vanessa had almost puked at the sight of all the red on her face; and Jack felt nauseous as he stared at the head.

He didn’t remember there being that many injuries when he’d gotten to the scene of the attack. Judging by the way the other members of the pack were reacting, they hadn’t either. They all remembered the massive gouge taken out of the bridge of her nose, but the other injuries were just as new and terrifying to them.

Captain Amari lifted a plaster of Vanessa’s shifted head onto the table to highlight the difference between her human face and her feral face. Jack saw Vanessa tip her head back and take a deep breathe. Ms. Lacroix looked at her before she got to her feet.

“Your honour, is it possible to take that break now and tackle the second piece of evidence afterwards?” she asked.

Judge Tekhartha glanced at Vanessa and nodded his head. “Yes, that would be best. We’ll return in ten minutes,” he said before he tapped his gavel on the podium.

Joel was on his feet first and moving to the front of the room before the last tap had finished. People blinked at him in surprise as he jumped the divider and hugged Vanessa close. Jack followed with Jesse and Tom on his heels. Hanzo stayed behind to keep the other members of the pack calm, but Jack knew he wanted nothing more than to go to Vanessa as well. Mei was in tears already and was in no condition to offer support to Vanessa; it was better for the rest of the pack to wait until later to offer their hugs.

“You’re doing great,” Ms. Lacroix reassured her as they huddled together behind their seats. “I knew the plaster heads were going to be hard to look at, but they’re necessary. Rothwell might be able to deny torn clothing, but he can’t deny those injuries were caused by his clients.”

“God, they look worse than the photos,” Vanessa shook her head. “I didn’t realize how deep some of them went.”

“You were in shock when I got you to the hospital,” Joel said as he kissed her forehead. “They looked bad from where I was standing.”

“I can bet,” Vanessa laughed hollowly. “Probably worse with all the blood.”

“Much worse,” he agreed.

“Just hold on,” Jack smiled as he squeezed Vanessa’s hand. “This case is yours, remember that. There’s no way the jury can’t agree with the evidence.”

“They could, but they would be obstructing justice,” Ms. Lacroix smirked. “You worry about giving Vanessa support. I’ll deal with the legal business.”

“You got it,” Jack grinned before he stepped back. “I need to get a drink. Be right back.”

He headed out of the room and down to the water fountain. He slurped happily at the water, swallowing as much as he could as he heard a line forming behind him. As he stood up to clean his chin of water, someone grumbled under their breath.

“Miss the days where Omegas had to drink at a different fountain.”

Jack leveled a cold stare with the woman and wiped his chin. “Miss the days were Alphas were actually worth their status and not just prissy little crybabies,” he sneered as he stared that woman down.

She blinked in surprise before drawing herself up to her full height. Which wasn’t all that impressive considering she could barely see past Jack’s chest when she looked straight up. That might explain the attitude; trying to compensate for her lacking height by being a jackass.

“I suppose you think the woman in there is in the right for accusing those dears of attacking her,” she said coldly.

“Yah, I am,” he smiled. “I’m one of the reasons she’s still alive. So shove your attitude up your ass and swivel on it.”

He brushed past her without a word, smirking to himself. Well, that had been a brief but incredibly uplifting encounter. Sure, he was probably going to get hounded for speaking like that to a gray-haired woman in her late fifties, but she shouldn’t have brought up segregation laws that hadn’t been in effect for decades.

Gabriel chewed slowly on his pizza as he watched the court case on his phone. He had classes he had to attend or he would have been with Jack to give Vanessa the support she needed. He was relieved that Vanessa had a good lawyer and team on her side; the Alphas had gone all out to try to prove their innocence.

The other Alphas in the dorm were giving him a wide berth. They knew where his “loyalties” lay in regards to the trial. He’d been cornered a few times, but he’d walked away mostly unscathed every time. It was getting to the point where he was asking the housing department if he could be moved into the Beta housing just so he didn’t wake up with a knife against his throat.

They were actually considering it and he was grateful. The aggression the Alphas had towards anyone that wasn’t falling into the status quo was getting outrageous.

“Watching the trial?” someone asked as they sat down beside him. Gabriel nodded. “Spare an earbud? My phone’s dead and my roommate would slit my throat if she found out I was rooting for McCree.”

Gabriel smirked and offered an earbud to the girl. She slipped it into her ear and leaned over his shoulder to watch. She blinked before smiling at him.

“Hana Song,” she said, offering her hand.

“Gabriel Reyes,” he said as he shook her hand. “You in any of her classes?”

“Organic Chemistry,” Hana nodded. “She’s a lot to handle when she gets going, but she’s an awesome lab partner who follows instructions to a ‘T’. I have high marks thanks to her. Not that I couldn’t have gotten them on my own, but she sure helped. You?”

“It’s a…budding friendship,” he said. “She’s friends with a friend of mine so I’ve been getting to know her.”

“Awesome,” Hana grinned. “Alpha-Omega friendships are super important. Helps you interact with them better. And, you know, insight into how not to be an asshole without meaning to be.”

“You have that problem?” Gabriel smirked.

“Not usually,” she shook her head. “My parents were both Betas and instilled in me the need to not be a possessive jackass over every unclaimed Omega that walked by. It’s amazingly easy.”

Gabriel chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. “But it’s still easy to make mistakes,” he murmured. “I did. Almost lost the best friend I ever had.”

“Now that’s a story for another time,” she said before she looked back down at his phone. “They’re coming off their break now. What I miss?”

“Opening statements; Vanessa as the victim and then the rebuttal of how she’s nothing more than a lying, attention-starved child blaming three innocent Alphas for an attack she instigated,” Gabriel said.

“So like every other fucking case like it,” Hana scoffed. “At least the game’s in McCree’s favour.”

Gabriel nodded his agreement as the lawyers and their respective clients took their seats. Time to watch the rest of the chaos unfold.

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