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sugar-omi · 5 months

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Hi! I love your work! 🩵

Do you have any HC for MC and Cove spending their first Christmas together as a married couple?

OMG THIS TURNED INTO SUCH A BIG RAMBLE. YOUVE BROKEN ME /POS

(edit bc I called u anon, sorry I'm so used to anon rq 💀😂 anyway tysm I loved this rq so much🤭🫶🫶🫶)

Fluff, headcanons + drabble, gn reader, (after) step 4/wedding dlc, ooc cove bc my imagination ran away w me 🤷🏽‍♀️ , this is just rlly cute n soft ok

we all know cove doesn't care much for holidays since his parents divorce

but if you care for holidays, by the time you're married, cove's spark for such occasions has returned

your first Christmas as a married couple though...

he's basically lost his mind

goes on a separate shopping trip just for decorations and snacks

hot coco, candy canes, whatever else people snack on for Christmas idk

is pumpkin spice still in...? 💀

definitely goes a bit crazy with decore

wrath on the door, lights all over the house, scented candles, even a new welcome mat outside!

your home looks like it belongs in a Christmas catalog

even got matching mugs for you two

omg..

gets ornaments and stuff to decorate them

you both paint n decorate your own ornaments and then make one that says something like 'cove + y/n's 1st Christmas' with the year or smth like that anyway

I'll have find the video I'm thinking of, but...

rearranges the furniture in the living room and makes a nice bedding and snack bar

even bakes cookies!!!

sets up a movie and lights a candle and all that good stuff so you can relax when you get home

actually he looks forward to baking with you

doesn't even have to be from scratch, although he does like being your taste tester 🤭

you can task him with dying the frosting (although rmbr to look over your shoulder at least once, otherwise you're gonna have a purple snowman....)

OMG HOW COULD I FORGET

uses this as an excuse to cuddle

ALSO BUYS U MATCHING OUTFITS N SHIT BUT IMMA GET TO THAT IN A MINUTE

walks around in the skimpiest clothes like it's summer time n whines "y/nnn, I'm so cold..."

n then practically throws himself on top of you

squeals when you open the blanket or your arms and go "c'mere"

you know what he's doing after the first time or two, but are you gonna deny him? nope!

ofc he doesn't do it every time, sometimes he just falls into your lap or pulls you into his

or comes up from behind/rolls over in bed and hugs you from behind

grumbles n whines n pouts when you try to leave him :(

there's no reason you can't do a professional meeting with a 6"4 beach bum in your lap right? 😌✨️

DRABBLE

"y/n!" cove whines from down the hall, his big footsteps muffled by his winter themed socks and puppy slippers.

"yes, cove?" you call over your shoulder, eyes glued to the project on your computer screen.

the floor creaks behind you, cove right behind the couch.

he makes his presence known when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, his cheek on your head.

"its so cold y/n.." cove pouts, nuzzling into you.

you laugh, "that's because you're in a tank top, cove."

cove hums, silent for the longest and you presume his eyes are either closed or he's watching you work.

you look up, it's fruitless since you can't exactly see the top of your head.

"since you're so cold, even in that thick sweater of yours.." you sarcastically purr. "how about you get under the blanket with me?"

cove brightens, an invisible wagging tail and perky ears showing your husband's excitement at the invitation.

he bounces over to the side of the couch, flopping over the armrest and making you bounce, computer and all.

"cove!" you yelp, your astonishment turning into laughter. "what're you doing?!"

cove grins, lifting up the quilt up and squeezing in next to you, throwing an arm around your waist and squeezing his legs next to, more like tangle, yours on the ottoman.

"it's cold! i'm just getting comfortable!" cove laughs, nuzzling into your neck.

you laugh, tangling your fingers in cove's hair. "you're so silly! i'm trying to work!"

cove peeks at you, his bottom lip sagging, and he's melting you with those wide baby blues.

"c'mon, put down the computer.. just for a bit?" cove pleads.

you hum and haw, fake contemplating. "and why should i?"

cove closes your laptop, leaning over you to place it on the side table, almost knocking off the tissue box.

he rolls over on top of you, his legs in either side of your waist. "because you wanna spend time with your husband, and you need a break.."

he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. you laugh, eyes drifting between his eyes and his lips.

"yeah?"

cove nods and hums, "yeah. you've been working for hours. days. months." cove exaggerates.

you laugh, cove's lips placing tiny kisses in your cheeks. "it has not been that long!" you put your hands on his cold shoulders, trying to warm him up by rubbing up and down.

"it's only been a few hours! also you're so cold! cove!" you exclaim, tugging up the covers trying to cover up your cold, goofy husband.

"then stop working!" cove laughs, his barrage of kisses ceasing, and he presses his smiling face into your cheek.

"i'll die of frostbite if you work another hour!" cove faints, laying on your chest and snuggling in.

you laugh, successfully getting put of you under the warmth of the quilt. "you're ridiculous. hey, get up, i can't reach the remote!"

cove snuggles in more, melting into your body. then he starts loudly fake snoring, snorting and going "mimimi!"

you laugh, pushing his shoulders. "cove!"

he laughs, burying his happy, smiling face into tour stomach. "it's nap time!"

you squirm from the vibrations and feeling off his lips and voice against your tummy. "cove!"

he leans up, watching you laugh and laugh, tears coming to your eyes.

he's melting watching you, your wedding band twinkling from the light and pure joy on your face.

you're trying to say something, telling him how silly he is and he could've just asked you to take a break with him.

but before any of that, cove steals a chaste kiss, enjoying the way your eyes sparkle and your sound of surprise.

you cup cove's neck, leaning in for another kiss, longer this time.

eventually you pull apart, your foreheads pressed together.

you're both looking into each others eyes, enjoying the sparkle, and you have a special love for cove's flushed cheeks.

"i suppose i can afford a midday nap with my husband."

cove beams, all but tackling you to the couch.

omfg that was a long drabble. um. I swear I'm normal abt cove

ANYWAY NOW BACK TO AFOREMENTIONED THE CLOTHES

every year. buys you guys matching pjs

and matching sweaters for every day/Christmas day wear ofc

omg he actually puts on the Santa hat...

thinking abt that "I saw mommy kissing santa" song n that's literally all the boys being goofs in the damn hat n ARGHH OKAY WE WILL TALK ABT THIS LATER

ANYWAY every year he makes you guys do a photo in your matching pjs

first set he ever brings, he was all shy n shit presenting it

this time he's like a goddamn goblin, sliding into the house with a bag in each hand

brought home a few matching items...

pjs. sweaters. mugs. he would've bought out the store if he could've

checks if you're gonna wear your sweater or pjs n if you don't tell him/forget to tell him, he rushes to change

very excitedly showing off your matching fit

will prbly jump up n down n grab ur hands n spin w you in a circle when u put on your matching pjs

he's totally normal abt you :)

jfc this man is so unhinged in my head im sorry LOL

I'm mostly exaggerating but he is very excited n happy to be married n do all the Christmas stuff as a married couple this time!!!

OMFG I JUST THOUGHT ABT IT

for the sake of simplicity, let's say you took cove's last name

imagine putting "Mr. and Mrs./Mr./Mx. Holden" on anything

like that ornament I mentioned to commemorate your first Christmas married

or "Mr. and Mrs./Mr./Mx. Holden" on shared gifts, or on a decoration or smth

my first thought was putting it on a sign, or window painting/stickers, or smth like that that says "Mr. and Mrs./Mr./Mx. Holden Workshop/Sleigh"

idk it's just a thought that doesn't make much sense when I write it out lol

anyway I'm rambling..

cove is just super excited

omg he always steals a kiss when under the mistletoe so imagine him hanging it over your heads

he's a bit shy but still asks "first mistletoe kiss as your husband?" and how can you say no to that!!!

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove holden x mc

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charliedawn · 2 years

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hii!! i saw what you wrote for a punk!reader n i loved it sm n i wanted to be a little self-indulgent too lol

marvel men with a coquette reader? like pale pinks, pearls, florals, ballet slippers, that type of aesthetic? <3

pintrest has some rlly pretty pictures if u don’t know what it is exactly!

Author : "A little explanation here. Your outfit is composed of an umbrella that is indestructible and allows you to fly. You are basically Mary Poppins but with a lot more pink and pearls. I liked the idea, so I went with it. Hope you'll like it. 😂"

Sam :

"Can we go shopping ?", you asked and Sam gave you the best poker face he could muster before stating in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Did you look at the state of my bank account ? I'm broke. More than broke. I think I'm gonna stick to my old sweaters and cargo pants if you don't mind ?"

You huffed loudly in annoyance before walking away, clearly upset and Sam arched an eyebrow at you as you came back with your own credit card in hand.

"I'm buying."

You stated with a little mischievous smirk—leaving no room for discussion—and he knew he should have refused here and there but..There was always something about you that made him break. He just couldn’t refuse you anything when you looked at him like that, little puppy dog eyes. He finally nodded in agreement before you took his hands and pulled him up.

"Come on ! It’s going to be fun !"

He doubted that.

And, he was right.

The first shop you both ended up in was full of pearls, glitter and a lot of pink—A LOT.

He looked around and felt out of place, surrounded by so many bright colours and different materials that he knew he was never going to remember the name..And, here he was. A soldier in a dollhouse.

But, amongst all that, he saw your face and you looked so happy that he couldn’t help but crack a smile as well. Your face lit up as you started scampering from dress to dress and ballet slippers to heart-shaped pins.

He may only be a soldier, but a little pink princess had decided to jogtrot into his life unexpectedly and for some reason ? He couldn’t find any will in him to complain anymore.

…until he saw the price tags.

"Oh Hell nah ! I’m not paying for that !"

You pouted and was about to remind him that you were going to pay for it, but decided against it as an idea sprung into your mind.

You leaned forward and batted your eyelashes at him with a small begging look.

"Pllllleeeeeeaaaasssseeee ?"

He stayed silent and stoic for a moment before finally indulging and getting his money out with a sigh.

"Fine..But, it is the last time !"

You giggled a little to yourself, now convinced about your hold on the soldier as you stood back straight and nodded with a small knowing smile.

"Sure !"

You then made sure he was out of the store before turning towards the vendor and taking out your own cash and sliding it to her on the counter.

"Could you please give me back the money he just gave you ? I'll pay for it."

You said you would pay after all..Also, you wouldn't want him to pay for a gift you chose for him now, would you ?

You giggled absent-mindedly to yourself before taking the shopping bag and following him outside.

He had no idea what you had in store for him..

Scott :

Scott actually asked you for "girl advice" concerning Cassie, since you like everything pink and pretty. He brought you to a shop and you spent the day shopping, looking at everything until you both decided to buy her a rabbit plush.

However, once you were at Cassie's party, she didn't have the reaction you expected.

"He's so ugly.."

You frowned a little and thought she didn't like the gift, but Scott elbowed you and whispered.

"Watch what happens next.."

You didn't understand until Cassie’s expression lit up and she started to bounce up and down excitedly.

"I LOVE HIM ! THANK YOU SO MUCH !"

Both you and Scott couldn't help but burst out laughing as she ran to show her new friend to her classmates.

"So..She liked it ?", you asked, still unsure, and turned towards Scott who smiled reassuringly at you and nodded.

"Don't be surprised. My girl has 50% of my DNA in her. She was destined to have bad taste."

You arched an eyebrow at his words before looking at yourself up and down significantly.

"Do I look like "bad taste" to you ? I'm 100% best girlfriend you'll ever get. Thank you very much."

Your high-pitched tone only fuelled his urge to laugh as he bit his lips together in order not to as you curtsied comically.

"Yes yes..I am very funny."

However, your little show was interrupted by a group of kids, led by Cassie, who surrounded you and had their mouths agape in awe at you. One of them even asked you if you were a fairy and you laughed as Cassie lead you to a little pink table in the middle of the room.

"Tea party ?", Cassie asked with a big smile and you couldn't possibly refuse. Scott he was out of the hook, but she then turned towards her dad who was hiding his smile behind his hand.

"You too, dad !"

His smile immediately fell and you were now the one with a big smile of your face.

"Yeah. Join us too, "dad"."

He glared at you, but couldn't do anything but indulge.

"Fine.."

However, his eyes caught your amused smile and he shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he was led after you to the small kid-sized table. He was then given a small cup of imaginary tea and while you looked like you were actually enjoying it, Scott pretended it was too hot and grimaced.

They all laughed and you addressed him an amused smile while grabbing his hand underneath the table and squeezing it affectionately.

You loved this, and he knew that being with you would change his life forever. (His apartment would turn into a dollhouse)

And for some reason ? He wouldn’t have it any other way. You smiled at each other as Cassie looked at the both of you and grinned widely at her rabbit plush.

"You and I are gonna have a new mommy, isn't that good news, M. Carrots ?"

Loki/Thor :

"WOUHOU ! Faster !"

Loki and Thor both laughed as you stood ahead, your hair blown wildly by the wind and your eyes wide open in wonder at the majesty as the Asgardian kingdom.

"Your wish is my command."

Thor indulged and Loki smiled at his brother.

"I like this one.."

You opened your arms wide and howled widely as you felt the wind blow all around you and strands of your hair whip your face. It felt incredible and the brothers got the occasion to smell your intoxicating cherry perfume in the meantime. They then instinctively looked at each other in silent challenge and Loki smiled mischievously before looking at you and complimenting you.

"You look divine, dear..This style suits you."

You blushed and smiled widely at the compliment before thanking him. However, Thor suddenly stepped between the both of you and coughed to get your attention.

"I..I also think you look..Hum..You see..You look like a..a…A BIRD !"

You laughed awkwardly at the strange comparison and were about to thank him too when he suddenly took you into his arms as a gigantic bird flew just above your heads. You then understood that he was warning you about it and felt silly, but also rather comfortable and safe in his big strong arms..

"Ahem.."

You then both seemed to remember Loki and quickly stepped away from each other.

You took back your place at the head of the ship and then stood up on the edge. Both gods looked at each other, confused until you turned around and addressed them a huge smile, extending your arms wide before shouting.

"See you later, boys !"

You then let yourself fall backwards and it took a moment for the gods to get out of their stupor and run after you to catch you. However, they were surprised when you flew up, pushed by the wind making you fly by blowing air in your umbrella and propulsating you upwards through the air.

"Let's race !"

You shouted excitedly as the wind blew you forward, leading you ahead of the ship and Loki smirked before running back to the steering wheel and driving the boat faster as Thor fell backwards.

Challenge accepted.

Both brothers grew up in Asgard where fashion was really important and each god was assigned specific colors in relation with their social status and personal tastes.

You, being dressed in pink all the time or loving pearls is not surprising to them. Loki is always dressed in green and Thor loves gold.

Believe me, they would be last ones bothered or even surprised by it.

Stephen :

Stephen didn't really know what to think of you at first. You didn't look like any hero he knew and when you were added to the Avengers, he didn't know what to make of it.

He was happy that the team had a new member, but when the two of you were alone on a mission..Things could get out of control.

Stephen : "Wait Y/N ! We need to have a plan ! You can't just fly into danger !"

However, you ignored his advice and only went faster. You laughed as you could head Stephen running behind you and turned towards him with a cheeky grin.

"Where would be the fun in that ?"

He rolled his eyes before flying after you and grabbed your wrist. You rolled your eyes and were prepared to receive a whole speech about listening to him and staying alive, but was surprised when you felt the doctor shake and he pleaded.

"Please. Be careful.."

Your expression softened as you slowed down to check on Stephen. You knew he could see all the future possibilities and it lead him to worry a lot about you, but this was where you came in. He needed a wild card, someone unpredictable that made him see that nothing is written in stone.

However, you also knew it made him fear for your life and tried not to push him too far. You smiled and kissed his cheek, which made him snap his head up at you in surprise.

"When am I not careful ?"

You smiled and he smiled back at you. However, he didn't expect you to suddenly open your pink umbrella and flying away. You didn't think twice before jumping in the air and running towards danger. He sighed tiredly. He should have known..However, he didn't count on Wong creeping up on him from behind and laughing loudly next to him, almost giving him a heart attack.

"You're made for each other.."

He frowned at Wong's words and looked up at you before shaking his head at the absurd idea.

"I beg you pardon ? Absolutely not."

Wong laughed again before running after you while Stephen stayed behind a moment, pondering on Wong's words. Could he really like you ? Was that the reason he was so worried about you ? He finally sighed before flying after you, convinced you would be the end of him..

Stephen never really cared about how you dressed, but more how you acted without consulting him first.

It could become a problem on missions such as this one.

But, watching you laugh while fighting a/an alien/god/monster, he couldn't help but smile too.

You were maybe a big pink disaster, but he loved you nonetheless and it made his days somehow brighter.

Yondu :

"What's your name ?"

Yondu asked after he landed on Earth where was rumored to be the last (your species) and soon enough, found you sitting in the middle of a park, waiting.

"Mary Poppins.", you answered with no hesitation and smiled to yourself at your own joke.

You didn’t want to give them your real name and decided to give them this one instead, expecting them to believe it as they couldn’t possibly know who it was. You had a small smile on your face, twirling the handle of your pink umbrella and waiting for them to go back in their ship so you could keep pickpocketing around. However, you weren’t expecting the leader’s reaction as he smiled widely and looked you up and down before turning towards the rest of his crew. They all seemed to understand the reason of his amusement as they all started laughing or giving you a side smile.

"So..You're the famous Mary Poppins, huh ?", the leader finally turned back to you and you realised you may have made a mistake somewhere..but, it was too late to backtrack now.

"Yup.", you confirmed, less self-assured this time as he stared at you with a knowing grin.

His smile only widened, showing his silver tooth in the process before eyeing you up and down once more, slowly walking around you to observe you. You felt like a goldfish in an aquarium with a pack of sharks..

"You’re a lot less badass than Peter said you were.."

You arched an eyebrow at that..Who was Peter ? He suddenly leaned forward to touch your puffy sleeve, but you jumped out of his reach.

"Don't touch ! It's fragile, you brute."

He arched a quizzical eyebrow at you before turning back at the rest of his crew and laughing.

"Did you hear that, boys ? The Mary Poppins is fragile !"

They all laughed, but you suddenly pointed your pink umbrella at him and pressed a hidden button which made a sharp blade spring out from the tip.

"Are you sure about that ?"

A challenge. His crew members stepped forward to intervene, but he stopped them by raising his hand, his eyes still on you as he commanded them to stay put.

"Mary Poppins wants a dance ? Fine by me.."

He whistled and this sort of magical arrow got out of his pocket, it slowly turned its head towards you and you smirked..This was going to be fun. His arrow suddenly flew towards you, but you opened your umbrella and used it as a shield. Yondu was surprised when his arrow couldn’t pierce the fabric. You used his momentary surprise to run towards him and attack, but his arrow was faster and he used it to counter your blow as your umbrella hit the side of his head.

He jumped backwards, but still had a smirk of his face as he finally admitted.

"Okay. You're more badass than I thought. I was wrong. Wanna join my crew ?"

"…HUH ?!"

The rest of his men exclaimed in shock, but their shock was doubled when you smiled back at Yondu and nodded.

"Sure. Fine by me."

Yondu is an alien who raised a human and picked up all kinds of different aliens to join his crew. He is used to weird and wouldn't care about your appearance. However, he has the ability to recognize talent when he sees it. As long as you are talented and he finds you useful, you will always have a place in his crew.

Clint :

"Do you like all the attention you draw towards yourself ?"

Clint once asked you when you were both in the car, going home from some mission in Wakanda. A lot of people were staring at you there, as they had never seen someone like you before and you thought about it for a moment before shrugging.

"I'm used to it by now. The attention doesn't bother me. And you ? Do you enjoy staying in the shadows.."

He stayed silent for a couple of minutes before ignoring your question and revealing the true reason behind his question.

"It's not safe."

Ah. He was worried, you realized and looked away at the moving landscape, thinking about his question.

It was true that being easily recognizable had sometimes led you to have more problems than it was worth. You sometimes wished people could stare less and you could dress or act as you wished without people judging you..But, at the end, it did also make you recognizable in the eyes of the people that needed you, the people that mattered. That, was the most important. Besides, it had other perks.

You looked back at Clint who was still waiting for your answer and smiled.

"Well..It got your attention, didn't it ? I'm sure glad it did before that villain could cut me in half earlier.."

You thought he would at least smile at your attempt to reassure him, but his brows only furrowed further and he shook his head.

"You shouldn't take it so lightly..You could get hurt."

You took his hand in yours and smiled at him before squeezing it comfortingly.

"Don't worry about me, Clint. I can handle the attention. As long as you like it ? I'm good with it."

He opened his mouth to deny it, but only signed loudly in defeat before pulling you into his arms. He didn't want you to get hurt, it was the only reason your appearance bothered him. But, he wouldn't let your happiness suffer from his worry.

"I guess.."

He finally admitted and you smiled before hugging him back.

"I knew you liked it.."

He rolled his eyes at your words, but still held you closer.

"Don't push it, princess Peach."

You laughed at his poor and half-hearted attempt at insulting you before smiling.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Legolas."

He groaned in annoyance at the nickname, but didn't release you and you both stayed in each other's arms in perfect comfortable silence.

Clint may never admit it, but he really likes that you are different. He may find it difficult to accept because he worries it might be dangerous for you, but he always finds reassurance in the fact that you are so different and unique that even if you were to be separated, he would always be able to find you.

Steve :

Steve had decided to ask you out, but it turned out to be an uneasy task as he didn't know how to bring up the subject. He decided to start by complimenting you and, luckily for him, he didn't lack words for that.

"You look very nice. Pink looks great on you."

He knew pink was your favorite color and hoped it would grant him at least some kind of appreciation. However, he didn't expect your reaction. You laughed before raising a quizzical eyebrow at the captain.

"Why, thank you ! I’m glad my choice of clothes makes you happy today. Also, I like the shield, is it new ?"

You answered with a cheeky smile and Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes as your obvious sarcasm.

"You're spending way too much time with Tony."

You giggled at his slight annoyance before using your pink umbrella as a shield against a bomb of acid that the henchman in front of you threw at you. Steve then jumped in front of you and used his shield to knock out the man before he could attack you again.

"Hum..Thanks ?"

You could have totally handled that, but didn't want to deprive Steve of his moment. You smiled before taking a step forward, but hissed in pain. You then looked down at your leg and realized that some droplets of the acid hit your leg. Steve lost his proud smile and immediately knelt in front of you to look at the wound worriedly.

"Steve..It's not necessary. I'm fine. Really."

However, he didn't seem to believe you and made you sit down so he may have a better look. Fortunately, it was an artificial wound and Steve only bandaged it before helping you up.

"Does it feel better now ?"

He was truly worried, you realized and it was then that everything seemed to click.

"Wait..Were you..hitting on me ?!"

He seemed taken aback by your sudden discovery and looked away, embarrassed.

"What ?! No !"

You leaned forward so your eyes met and this was when you noticed the slight blush on his face, barely hidden by his mask. You smiled victoriously as your theory was proven to be right.

"Ah ! You totally were !"

He didn't answer, but you then wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

"You know..I'm free tonight ? We could go and see a romantic movie together and be lovey-dovey all night, what do you think ?"

You joked, but didn't expect Steve's answer as he flashed you one of his signature smiles and nodded.

"It's a date."

"Did I just..?"

"Yup.."

Tony's voice sounded in your ear piece and you blushed as you realized he had heard all of it. But, before you could talk and blame him for listening on your private conversation..Other voices joined in.

"I would recommend the red dress with white pearls, pink-laced and open in the back."

Vision.

"What are you talking about ?! It's Y/N we're talking about ! Let her go all out and put on that big princess-like dress she likes so much !"

Sam.

"Boys..Could we go back on the mission ? Besides, I'm sure Y/N's got it.."

Natasha.

You sighed before turning off your ear piece. You really needed to fix yours.

Tony :

It was at a press conference that your unusual appearance was first mentioned to Tony.

"M. STARK ! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT Y/N' SUPERHERO SUIT ?!"

You frowned and were about to tell the reporter that it was none of his business, but Tony beat you to it.

"They could be dressed like the Easter Bunny, and I still wouldn’t care. They’re a good hero and that’s all that matters. They helped us defeat Ultron and many other villains over the years and I will not make an issue out of the color of their clothes. Next question."

The conference room turned silent as all eyes were on Tony and even you were impressed and pleasantly surprised by how Tony had not hesitated before defending you. Soon, other reporters started asking questions, but were smart enough not to ask anything else about you.

Once this conference over, you both left the room and walked towards another conference where you were supposed to talk. On the way, you squeezed Tony's hand and he looked at you with an expectant raised eyebrow.

"Yes ?"

You bit your lower lip before finally asking with uncertainty, your eyes still focused ahead as you kept walking.

"Say..Did you mean it ? What you said in there..You really don't mind how I look ?"

He smiled knowingly and raised your hand to leave a kiss on your knuckles.

"Every word. As far as I'm concerned ? You're perfect."

You beamed at his compliment and he chuckled as you happily hopped next to him to the next conference room.

Tony is extravagant. He wouldn't ask any less of you. He likes that you're confident about who you are and are not afraid to put on a show.

It just proves that he was right to choose you.

Yelena/Natasha :

"She looks like a princess.."

Yelena said and Natasha laughed at her comment before taking a swing of her beer and shaking her head at her sister's comparison.

"No, but..hear me out ! She's always wearing pink, pearls and has a tiara. I saw it."

Natasha restrained herself from rolling her eyes at her sister's obvious obsession and shrugged before playing along.

"Huh-huh..If she's a princess, does that mean you're the dragon ?"

Yelena frowned as she wondered what she meant, until she saw a man approach you at the bar and her shoulders tensed, her eyes suddenly focused on the both of you as the man leaned a little bit closer to you.

"Careful, dragon. You're spitting fire.."

Natasha teased and Yelena tried to play it cool, waving her hand dismissively at her sister and looking away.

"Me and Y/N ? No. I'm just..worried ?"

But, Natasha wasn't fooled and arched a quizzical eyebrow at her sister with an amused smile.

"Worried ? That's new..Last time I checked, that expression on your face was called jealousy."

Yelena rolled her eyes at Natasha who leaned back and glanced back at you, her smile faltering for a second.

There was a time where Natasha thought about asking you out, but the idea faded as soon as she realized Yelena had feelings for you too. Natasha knew she had little time left and that being the only Avenger with no superpower required a lot of sacrifices..She wouldn't be the reason you would have to change your pretty pink dress to a black one.

Besides, Yelena was her little sister and she knew she loved you too, and it was enough for her.

Yelena had lost a lot and Natasha wouldn't let her affection for you be the reason for her sister to hate her anymore than she already did.

She glanced back at you and smiled sadly.

It didn't make it any less difficult though ?

Yelena stood up when the man dared touch your lower back, but you instinctively grabbed his hand and almost crushed all of his fingers in the process.

"Don't touch me."

You looked like a lovely defenseless lady, but Natasha and Yelena both knew you were much more than that.

Yelena smiled proudly and Natasha took one last sip of her drink before you all had to go back on the road.

They both don't have a problem with your appearance, they are not that normal either, they just hide it better since they are both spies. You just wear your difference on you instead of hiding it and this is one of the reasons why both sisters like you so much.

And, deep down ? They even admire you for it.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #marvel #yelena x you #natasha x you #clint barton x reader #hawkeye x reader #black widow #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #loki x reader #thor x reader #stephen strange x reader #sam wilson x reader #scott lang x reader #yondu x reader

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mediocre-writerr · 3 years

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let you go [cindy berman]

cindy berman x reader

requested: im currently obsessed with fear street so can you don anything with cindy berman im not rlly picky 😌

a/n: thank you! i had this really angsty idea based off of the song 'let you go' by joshua bassett so please enjoy!

*not my gif*

You used to believe in happily ever afters. Cinderella's slipper fit. Beauty loved the beast. Rapunzel got to see her floating lights. But life isn't a fairytale.

It was far from it.

You closed the familiar worn down copy of Little Women as you looked around the place you felt safe. It was the treehouse you and Cindy built when you were just little kids. Before her dad left and before her mom turned into an addict.

Your eyes landed on an old black and white photo of you and Cindy as kids. You still remember the day like it was yesterday. It was the very first day of 8th grade, the two of you were seated in the exact same spot of the treehouse.

"Cindy, how did you steal your mom's camera?" you whispered, giggling along with her.

"Shhh, it's a secret!" she exclaimed.

That's what you like to call the very first selfie. That day was special for a lot more different reasons.

"The picture is really cool Y/N! Look!" Cindy exclaimed.

You laugh, "We look so cool! You look beautiful,"

You always thought of her as beautiful, but you didn't understand it. You just thought it was someone that you wanted to look like. Of course, you were just too young to know the truth.

But growing up together, joined at hip, you never wanted to be separated from her. Little did you know then what you knew now.

"You're beautiful," she whispered.

The two of you looked at each other and just stared for the longest time, "Cindy, have you had a first kiss?"

"No, have you?" she asked.

You shook your head, "What do you think it's like?" she shook her head, "Do you want to see what it's like?"

She swallowed back her nervousness before nodding. The two of you leaned forward towards each other, slowly. Your lips were inches apart and with one last push of bravery the two of you connected your lips.

You didn't know if you were doing it right, but it felt right. Everything felt right.

And from there you created your own perfect world. It didn't matter what was going on or what we were going through as long as you had each other that's all that mattered.

You started to grab a box and packing all of your things. The Little Women book, that one photograph, until your eyes stumbled over a small little royal blue ribbon.

She used to always wear it sophomore year. You two kept a lot of secrets that year.

The two of you were in the treehouse for a "partner project". She still had that royal blue ribbon in her hair. There were two beanbags, but only one of them was occupied.

Cindy rested her head on your chest as your fingers twirled through her hair. You looked down at the beautiful brunette in front of her to find that she was already looking back up at you.

"Hmm?" you whispered.

She tilted her head up and pressed your lips together. The two you smiling softly into the kiss. You let out a content sigh as the two of you pulled away.

Her hand still lingered on your jaw, rubbing her thumb on it softly, “I wish I could pull you outside and scream from the highest point in Shadyside that I’m yours,”

You grabbed her hand and brought it to her lips, a small smile lingering on her face, “I know me too. But for right now, I’m yours, and you are mine and that’s enough,”

“But what if you walk away? What if you realize you’d rather show off your relationship to everyone instead of hiding it because I’m scared?” she asked with sad puppy eyes.

“I swear I’ll never walk away, ever,” you whispered.

She kissed you again. The kisses slow and tender, but the message was still there. Then the passion started growing between the two of you.

Cindy started to straddle you, her arms wrapping around your shoulders and you wrapped yours around her waist. Your hands began to drift to the hem of her t-shirt, slowly pulling it off.

Then the latch door of the treehouse swung open, “Oh my god!” Ziggy’s voice boomed throughout the treehouse.

Cindy hid in the crook of my neck. Her face was already flushed and you just laughed at the sisters’ reaction.

“I was gonna say I made dinner, but I see that you’re about to eat,” she replied and you let out another roar of laughter, “I’m gonna go,”

She started scaling down the ladder, but Cindy stopped her, “Wait Zig, is this-are you okay with-“

“Yeah of course, now I’m gonna go because your boobs are just staring at me,” you were laughing so hard to the part where your eyes started watering. Ziggy started going down the ladder muttering, “Great, now I’m traumatized,”

Your eyes drifted to the brochure that sat on the wooden floor: Camp Nightwing. It was written in big bold red letters, ironic isn’t it?

That’s where everything changed. That’s where you changed. You picked up the brochure and tossed it into the throwaway pile.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Cindy Berman, you’ll be rooming in Cabin 11,” the camp director said and you shot her a thumbs up.

You looked at Cindy. God she was beautiful. She had her eyes locked on the camp director, trying to grasp everything she said.

Her eyes finally crossed over to yours. She raised her eyebrow giving me the classic look. The look that always told you to pay attention in class because you were too busying staring at her.

‘Pay attention’, she mouthed.

You smiled at her, your shit-eating grin, ‘I can’t, you’re beautiful,’ you mouthed the words back and she just rolled her eyes.

Little did you know, that two weeks later your summer with your girlfriend would turn into a nightmare.

Tommy and his axe killing way invaded the camp.

“Y/N! You can’t go back out there! That’s a death sentence!” Nick yelled at you, trying to stop you from leaving the bus.

You have him one last push before, pointing your finger at him, “You want to be Sheriff Nick? Maybe you should focus on saving the people who are in danger or else you’re never going to be even a quarter of a Sheriff that you’re dad was,”

You went off running, looking around the camp field. That’s when you spotted them. It looked like a bunch of killers were surrounding them.

“Get ready to run,” you heard Cindy say to Ziggy.

“No!” Ziggy yelled as she was pushed by Cindy to start running.

Cindy hit Tommy with the axe and you and Zig let out a piercing scream, “Cindy!!” you screamed, but you noticed at the corner of your eye another killer coming for Zig, “Ziggy!!”

The killer stabbed her multiple times as Cindy was being hit in the stomach with an axe over and over. In a blink of the eye, all of the killers went away.

You ran towards the two girls, both of them spewing out blood.

Ziggy, the girl you considered your little sister. Someone you always wanted to protect.

Cindy, your first love. The girl you’ve always loved way before you even realized what love is.

“Y/N,” Cindy’s voice whispered as she spewed out blood.

You put your face on her hands, wiping up all the blood, “Baby, I’m here. It’s me,”

“Promise me something,” she told you.

You shook her head, “Stop, no. You’re not leaving me, you’re not dying,” your voice cracked, “SOMEBODY, ANYONE, HELP!”

She grabbed your hand, “Y/N, I’m dying,”

“No, no you’re not. Please,” Tears streaming down her face.

“I need you to promise me,” her voice started getting quieter, “You’ll walk away from me. You’ll let me go and you’ll move on. Don’t spend your life grieving me,”

You shook your head, “No, since we were young I swore that I’d never walk away,”

“I love you Y/N, but you have to let me go,” she whispered, “I have not regret anything since the day we met. Just always remember I’m always gonna be right here until the day we meet again,”

“I love you Cindy Berman,” you whispered and she looks at you with a soft smile. Then her breathing stops, her hand goes limp, and her body goes cold.

“No, no, no, no, please come back,” you mumbled over and over again, “Don’t leave me Cindy, please,”

Nick comes over and starts doing CPR on Ziggy. She immediately breaths back to life. You look at her and immediately rush over to her.

“Zig, zig, you’re okay? How, how is that possible?” you cup her cheek.

“Where’s Cindy?”

With one look, she immediately knew. Tears flowing from her eyes and falling onto her cheeks. Sobs started to course through both of your bodies as we just held each other close.

Anger started coursing through your veins, you popped up and sucker punched him in the face, “Where were you?!”

“Y/N, I came as fast as I could,” he tried to convince you.

“No! You came when it was convenient for you!” you screamed at him, pushing him, “Cindy Berman is dead! Ziggy’s sister is dead! The love of my life is dead! If you came a second sooner!”

You were transported out of that memory as a hand was placed onto your shoulder. You looked at Zig who had a sad smile on her face. She was wearing a black dress and her fiery hair was natural.

“Are you ready to go?” she asked and you shook your head.

“No,” you whispered, “But I have no choice,”

The two of you walked by yourselves to a small little chapel. Cindy’s casket laid in the very front. A few friends and distant family of the girls were there.

But of course their parents were nowhere to be found.

The funeral service started as you sat there numb. You looked at a bunch of the pictures that were clipped into a collage.

Most of them were of you and her. A few of you, her, and Ziggy.

“Now we’d like to have Cindy’s best friend Y/N say a few words,” the pastor said.

You got up from the pew and walked to the podium, “I was actually her girlfriend,” you announced.

“I was in love with her, I still am in love with her. I will always be in love with her. With who she was, with who we were. I’ll never forget us, I’ll never forget the memories we shared. The way we would laugh until we cried in our treehouse when were 7, it still feels like yesterday,” you told the very people and it seemed like the only one who cared was Ziggy.

“I never thought that one first kiss would turn into two heartbreaks. One grieving the loss here on Earth, the other grieving the loss in another world, wherever that is. But I promised her that I’d pick up the pieces left and right. Even though my heart is untied to her physical being, but it’ll take time,” I told them, my voice cracking.

“We really tried and no one can tell us otherwise. We tried beating the odds and loving each other till death do us part. And I guess we did, it was just too soon. I’ll always think of these days, the numbered days I’ve had with her,” Tears started streaming down my face and onto the crumpled piece of paper I had.

“Cindy Berman, I love you so much, that I’ve gotta let you go. I guess it couldn’t last forever and I hope you’re in a better place. I’ll never forget us and I’ll always be broken. But I promised I’ll never walk away and I’m not, I’m just letting you go. Until we meet again my love,”

#cindy berman imagine #cindy berman x reader #cindy berman imagines #cindy berman #fear street 1978 #fear street

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Paris, 1992; Lee Heeseung - Chapter Two

summary: it was forbidden - this glaring fact being a quarter of the reason why you couldn't stop.

the other three-fourths, being that from the moment you met him, you couldn't stay away from him. you had not planned on traveling to the city of love, much less becoming another cliche under the gloomy sky, but alas. Paris is not meant to be explored alone. and you had never met another man as beautiful and stunning as Lee Heeseung in Paris of 1992.

truthfully, if you could go back? you wouldn't change a single thing.

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

genre: romance, college!student hee, actually perfect heethungie all around. help-

word count: at this point like 7k I’m p sure (rip to my fingers god)

warnings: this fic will include themes of infidelity, adultery, adult content (drinking, etc.), and just general very Grown themes. if any of these themes make you feel uncomfortable, please do not read this fic!

song rec: comptine d`un autre ete - l`apres-midi - yann tiersen

playlist: here

wattpad vers.: here

a/n: Besties.... It’s 5 am as I’m writing this. I’ve been working on this chapter ALL NIGHT LONG and I just really hope yall enjoy it as much as I did. Also if ur curious about Heeseung’s apartment, you can actually look at it here, lol. Except, the furniture in it is way different looking compared to Hee’s. Anyway! If there are any typos pls spare me bc like I said, its an ungodly hour in the morning and I’m dead inside. This fic took it out of me so uhhh I rlly hope yall enjoy it. I love u all so much, and also I love paris heeseung, god. ok. ily bye!!!

Chapter One / Chapter Two

The rain is gone by the time you’ve finished your dinner, but the smell still accompanies you as you walk down the thin pathway, passing apartment after apartment under the full moon hung high above Paris. The cab drive was short, only about fifteen minutes, but the neighborhood may as well be one from a different planet.

The large complexes are mismatched colors of baby blues, tans, and whites, all with black rooftops.Their balconies jut out from the marble of their foundations, and they are beautiful. They look exactly how you’d expect them to.

You aren’t sure how you finally manage to find Heeseung’s apartment, but once you do, you notice how your hands begin to shake with nerves. What if he thinks you’re crazy for finding his apartment? What if he’s not even home? God, what if someone else answers the door?

You climb the stairs with horrible thoughts swirling around in your head, each step only deepening the anxiety you feel growing in your stomach. At the very least, you can just give the license back, and be on your way. The sky outside was turning a burnt blue, you should be going back to the hotel anyway.

All too quickly, you come face to face with a large, oak door. It is encrusted with a gold-plated number 12 on the front, with a small peep hole slightly below it. There is no knocker, so you raise your hand gently, taking a deep breath, before you rap lightly on the wood. All the anxiety you felt just a few moments ago has increased ten-fold, and you feel yourself holding your breath when you hear soft footsteps behind the door, starting to near.

Heeseung is just as beautiful the second time you see him as the first.

He’s adorning a pastel purple hoodie, paired with gray sweatpants and slippers. His hair is messy, like the wind from outside has tossed it around a bit, but his face is still kind. His eyes are still soft.

Once his eyes focus on you, his head tilts gently to the side. You see the surprise in his eyes, and for a second, you let yourself be thankful that it was him who answered the door.

“Y/N?” Heeseung asks, looking down at you, “What are you doing here?”

You quickly pull out his license from the jacket pocket and hold it up to him, smiling in embarrassment.

“You forgot this in your pocket. I figured you’d want it back.”

You ignore the fact that he remembered your name and watch him expectedly.

His doe eyes go even wider than they already are, and then, he’s laughing. He’s laughing, and you have to keep yourself from feeling even more embarrassed.

“O-Oh my god! I didn’t even realize.” He easily takes the piece of plastic from you before setting it down on the small table next to the doorway, next to his keys. He is smiling when he looks back at you.

“That could have been bad, thank you for bringing it back to me.”

“No problem,” You say swiftly, “I was going to leave it at your work but I figured you’d be more freaked out by then, if you weren’t able to find it or… yeah.”

You chew on the inside of your lip as Heeseung nods in understanding, glad when he does.

“You’re right, I would have gone mad by then, truthfully.” He chuckles again before realizing the position you’re both in.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, would you like to come inside?”

Your heart leaps into your throat, nearly sending you into a flush of redness and rambles, but you manage to contain yourself as you look past Heeseung and into his apartment. It’s well-lit and gives off a cozy feel. You want to say yes, you really do. But it is already late, and you don’t want to bother him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He says without an ounce of judgment, “I know it’s kind of weird, being invited into someone’s apartment whom you met, like, two hours ago.”

“No, that’s not it.” You say, even though he has a point, “It’s just.. I don’t want to impose.”

Heeseung’s brows furrow before he shakes his head, grinning widely, “Not at all, I promise! I was actually taking a break from studying, anyway. Here-”

He steps to the side, opening the door even more for you, and now you have nothing holding you back from stepping into his apartment.

Without overthinking the situation, you finally step over the door’s threshold and inside, heart beating firmly in your chest, and eyes beginning to wander.

The apartment has wooden floors, and the hallway you enter through leads you straight forward to the main part of his home. Once the hallway expands open into the actual space, you’re in Heeseung’s living room. There is a couch pressed against the wall to the left, and a small coffee table placed just in front of it. His living room is decorated nicely, with a throw rug, standing lamps on each side of the couch, and even some flowers placed nicely on the coffee table. His couch has throw pillows and even a small blanket strewn across the back. Two windows are built into the wall across from the entrance, and you can see the moonlight and street lighting shining in.

The space is big enough to encompass a small dining table, directly to your left, and farther from it is an opening that marks the entrance to the kitchen, with its uniquely-colored tiled floors. When you look back, you see that Heeseung’s bedroom is wedged past the doorway to the right, almost like a small nook, which leads into a large bedroom, almost tucked away.

The most noticeable part of Heeseung’s apartment is the amount of books he has, some tucked away in corners, a few used as a small table to hold a tea cup, and a couple even placed on the small television he has against the wall on the right. Books take up almost every clear space he has, but they don’t look messy or sloppy. They look nice and pretty in their spaces.

“My apartment is built weird,” He speaks suddenly, fingers tangling together as he looks bashful down at you, “Sorry.”

It’s your turn to laugh, and suddenly, you can’t imagine Heeseung having any other apartment than this one. It’s small but cozy, and it smells like him. There’s art on the walls, cities and sketches, and he shouldn’t be insecure about it. It may just be the prettiest place you’ve ever been in, which is saying something, considering the hotel you’ve been at for the past couple of weeks.

“I like it.” You smile at him, now taking off the jacket he let you wear before placing it on the back of one of his dining table chairs, “It’s very you.”

He gives you a shy smile before half-walking half-skipping to his couch in an awkward little run, which makes you want to laugh again.

“I didn’t expect company, sorry if it’s a bit- yeah.” He begins cleaning up his mess of textbooks and pens, also trying to grab his leftover coffee cup before shoving all his stationery into his backpack nearby and taking the cup to the kitchen sink. You hear him rinse it out and set it down before he comes back, letting out a deep breath.

“You can sit down, if you’d like.” He motions toward the couch and makes his way to it as well. You nod and sit down, crossing your legs underneath yourself silently before letting your eyes roam the apartment again. Heeseung settles in next to you, joining you in looking around. He’s more awkward now than he was at the restaurant, but in a really endearing way, and the thought makes you smile.

After a few moments of scanning some of his books, your eyes settle on a particularly large one, and you look a bit confused before glancing back at Heeseung. His eyes flash from you to the book, and then he’s standing, already reaching to pick it up and bring it back to you.

“Have you ever read Anna Karenina before?”

You shake your head no, and Heeseung flicks his fingers over the pages easily, finding where he left off.

“What’s it about?” You ask, interested as he shows you how long the pages are.

“Adultery.” He says simply, looking at you. You lock eyes with him before he’s giggling, scooting closer to hand you the book. You take it in your hands, feeling it’s weight before you look through the pages yourself.

“It’s actually about love,” Heeseung says, “And sacrifice. Sacrifice for the one you love, really.”

“And you like it?” You ask him, eyes still on the book.

“I think it’s an important book. And I wouldn’t have it if I didn’t like it, would I?” He’s half teasing, but you can tell he means it.

“Maybe I need to read it then.” You say, finally looking back at him, eyes soft.

Heeseung blinks at you for a second before his face softens, fingers moving trace over the cover of the book fondly.

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”

You’re surprised by his words, and swallow thickly as he retracts his hand back, folding it in his lap. “Tolstoy wrote that. It’s a quote... from the book.” He nods, finally relaxing back against the couch.

“Wow.” You say, genuinely impressed. Not only by the words but by the fact that Heeseung can recite it from memory. It makes you wonder what other quotes he remembers off the top of his head.

“Yeah, it’s filled with all types of passages like that. You’d like it.”

“How do you know I’d like it?” You ask him shyly.

“Because everyone likes love, don’t they?”

You don’t know how to reply to that, so you simply hand him the book back carefully and press your palms together in pure uncertainty.

Heeseung sets the book down on the coffee table and then moves to stand, “Would you like some tea?”

You’re glad he doesn’t press the question from a few moments ago as you nod, “Yes, please.”

Heeseung hums and then turns to the kitchen, disappearing to one side for a second before setting two cups near the sink. He grabs the kettle and fills it with water, allowing it to reach the completely full point before he sets it on the stovetop and turns the heat up, clearly having done this many times.

“Sugar or milk?” He asks, glancing over at you.

“Both?” You ask, suddenly remembering the situation earlier at the restaurant with the bread. Your stomach does a strange flip for some reason, and by the face Heeseung is making, you can tell that he remembered it too.

“You know what I think?” He says, almost like it’s a thought he’s just blurting out loud, before moving to the fridge.

You stay silent, and he speaks again after a few seconds.

“I think you’re the kind of person who doesn’t like to miss out on multiple things. You like to have everything life has to offer, almost like you’re too scared it’ll slip from your grasp if you give it the chance. You want everything, simply because you don’t want to be left with nothing.”

You’re quiet for a bit longer before finally speaking up, “And you got that from my answer of just sugar and milk?”

He laughs and drops two tea bags into the mugs, shaking his head.

“Sort of, it’s just the impression I get from you. I could be wrong.”

He’s not. But you don’t tell him that.

Instead, you change the subject.

“I actually just hate bitter tea. I dislike bitter drinks in general actually. What about you?”

He makes a face like he has to catch up to your words, like he wasn’t expecting that response, and then he answers.

“I’m the same way. I don’t think we should drink bitter drinks or suffer through food we personally dislike just because others think we should. Do you know how many of my friends get on my case because I dislike black coffee?”

You nod understandingly, “Oh my god, yeah. Or, like, how many people judge me for not liking onions.”

Heeseung stops in his tracks, eyeing you from across the room.

“Wait, you don’t like onions? What are you, a monster?”

You laugh loudly as a teasing smile makes its way to his face. He tuts playfully, and in that moment, you suddenly realize just how much Heeseung makes you laugh.

“What do you season your food with when you’re cooking it, salt and pepper?” Heeseung laughs at his own lame question, and you stand to look at the art on his walls, already ready to defend yourself.

“Actually, I like onions for seasoning, just not, like, raw onions on burgers or things like that.”

“Ah,” Heeseung says like he understands, “So if I gave you a burger with onions on it, you’d hate me. Noted.”

You laugh, “However, I like onion rings.”

He gives you a bewildered look.

“You make absolutely no sense.”

You both laugh together before the kettle goes off, and then Heeseung is pouring the scorching liquid into the mugs and adding the sugar and milk to them. He drops a spoon in each one easily before bringing them over to where you stand, handing you yours carefully.

“Careful, it’s hot.” He warns you softly before eyeing the art you’re looking at, beginning to stir his tea.

“What’s that?” You ask, pointing to a particularly large painting on the wall. It’s obviously hand painted, and it looks like a jumbled mess of buildings and colorful lights.

“I painted that when I first came to Paris. I took this art class at university and they told us to paint the strongest emotion we felt in that moment, so I painted the city.”

“The city was the strongest emotion you felt in the moment?” You grin.

“No, the feeling of a new beginning was.”

You’re flustered when Heeseung does that, and it feels like he does it a lot. When he goes from doing something like joking about onions moments before, but then when he goes on to saying something so honest, so real, it leaves you absolutely speechless where you stand.

You look over the painting for a few more seconds before going back to smiling at Heeseung - actually smiling at him this time. He holds your eyes and smiles back at you.

You bring the mug up to your lips to finally taste your tea, and for the first time tonight, you catch Heeseung do something you don’t expect.

His eyes travel to your lips suddenly, the way they form around the mug, and they focus in on them for a second. Heeseung swallows thickly before forcing his eyes back toward the paintings again, and it makes you stop drinking entirely.

“Do you want to see something cool?” Heeseung blurts, still not looking at you.

“Sure.” You say, expecting him to show you another book or another painting. Instead, he glances over toward his bedroom.

You give him a look, and then he’s rushing to explain himself.

“I have a balcony in my bedroom. You can see the Eiffel Tower from it.”

You suddenly forget all about what happened with the mug and nod excitedly, already motioning for Heeseung to lead the way. He chuckles and leads you to his bedroom

Heeseung’s bedroom isn’t all that different from the rest of his apartment. His bed has white sheets on it, made perfectly and with no creases, and he has a soft-looking blue blanket folded at the bottom of it. His nightstand isn’t a nightstand at all, just one of those three-tier roller carts someone would use for kitchen storage, filled with items. On the top, there’s a desk lamp, an alarm clock, a candle, and some room sprays. On the second, he has a number of books, all lined up along the length of the tier. On the very bottom, he has lotions, facial cleansers, and cologne bottles. You’re genuinely surprised at this, since you don’t know any other man who has a skincare routine.

His books overflow onto his floor, of course, and they’re stacked along the wall near his closet in neat piles. You wonder if he’s read all of the books he has, or if he’s never actually ready any of them, given a few here and there. Either way, you like the books. You like that he’s not afraid to indulge in something as personal as reading.

Heeseung has two fish tanks, both situated right next to each other, containing one fish in each. The tanks are across from his bed, and the lights from inside reflect onto the walls, casting a mirage of blues, purples, and greens all merged together. The fish inside swim around happily, and you notice that one is smaller than the other.

“Are those Betta fish?” You ask curiously, moving to see the two. One has stripes like a tiger. The other is a beautiful blue color.

“Yeah, they’re not allowed to be in the same tank because they’ll kill each other. But I put their tanks close by so they know that even though they’re separated by foggy glass, they still aren’t alone all the time.”

“That’s sweet.” You reply, grinning at him. He laughs.

“It’s sweet until the male gets all territorial and flares up. It only lasts a few seconds though before he’s back to swimming around. The girl just minds her own business, she doesn’t care too much for him.”

“I’m sure they appreciate the gesture, anyway.”

Heeseung smiles and lets you continue looking around his room.

There’s no desk in the room, just the closet remains, and another door you assume leads to his bathroom, so it’s safe to say that he does all his classwork either in the living room or on his balcony. You can see a small table settled on it, with two chairs as well, and it’s very quaint. Small, but nice. Heeseung’s closet is closed, so you make your way to the balcony entrance, finally ready to see it.

Heeseung opens the small door for you, and you climb out and onto the balcony. It’s black and made of metal, and the table you spotted is situated in the middle of the whole place. You take a seat and watch as Heeseung does the same, only closing the door behind him afterward.

“Ready?” He asks, giving you a knowing look.

You nod.

Heeseung looks over for a second, before pointing somewhere in the distance, “Eiffel Tower.”

His face is smug as he waits for your reaction.

You follow his finger and see it. Typically, when people first see the Eiffel Tower, it is closer up, and in a very extravagant manner. But here, right now, the way you’re seeing it, with Heeseung in front of you and the structure looking about five inches tall, you’re glad you’re seeing it this way. Like it’s a small toy, glinting in the distance. Besides, if it were any bigger, it would distract you from the beautiful boy sitting a few inches in front of you, and you’d take this over that any day.

“It’s beautiful.” You comment, watching as the lights on it sparkle, “It’s probably really pretty up close, too.”

“Beautiful things are just as beautiful up close as they are far away,” Heeseung hums, “Beautiful things keep their beauty regardless of the circumstances.”

You look at him, and a few beats pass.

“Where did you learn to talk so eloquently?”

It’s silent for a few seconds, and then Heeseung is doubling over with laughter, face contorting in amusement.

“I’m not- I don’t. I’m not eloquent, I just say everything that I’m thinking.”

You grin at him, “No, I mean it! It’s like every other thing you say is some profound beautiful thing that you have tons of experience living through. You sound like you’ve lived a hundred lives or something.”

Heeseung settles down and shakes his head at you.

“I just say what I’m thinking, really. I always do. It’s kind of a bad habit actually. I don’t try to sound a certain way or think a certain way.”

Knowing that only makes Heeseung more attractive to you, and all you can do is sigh in reply. He grins at that, and moves to tug the sleeves of your dress down a bit more to cover your skin.

“You forgot your jacket inside. It can get cold out here sometimes.”

“That’s your jacket,” You correct him, moving to rub your hands over your arms now, “You owned it first, remember?”

Heeseung wastes no time in slipping his purple hoodie off and handing it to you, leaving you just as breathless as the first time. He motions for you to take it.

“What-?”

“You’re cold, put it on.” He gives you soft eyes and motions for you to take it again.

“Heeseung, you really must like freezing.”

You take the hoodie from him and pull it over your body. The fabric pools around you, warm and soft, and it smells even more amazing then it feels.

“I run warm.” Heeseung lies, and you can see the happiness in his face as the fabric finally settles on you.

The nighttime air and sounds of the city are the only source of ambience to be heard for a few minutes, and your mind is back to thinking about where you should be instead of here. You should be back at the hotel. You should have been back hours ago, and yet. You know your husband is going to be an angry mess, declaring you tell him all about where you were and why you didn’t come back on time, but you couldn’t care less in this moment.

“What are you thinking about?” Heeseung suddenly asks from across the table. When you look at him again, he looks exactly like he did at the restaurant. His hair is illuminated by the street lights, his expression is gentle, and he looks like he means absolutely no harm. He looks caring. He looks like someone you’d like to look at forever.

“I’m just thinking about how strange it is that I’m here right now.”

He leans forward in curiosity, resting his arms on the table.

“As opposed to where?”

“Anywhere,” You say, “Out of all the places I could be in Paris. A cafe, a cab, or even the hotel I should have been back at already. Out of everywhere in Paris, I’m here, with you, on your balcony. It’s just not where I thought I’d be tonight, that’s all.”

“Are you okay with being here?” Heeseung asks, generosity lacing his words.

“I’m okay with being here,” You nod, “Are you okay with having me here?”

“I wanted you here since I met you.” He replies quickly, and it makes your breath catch in your throat.

Heeseung realizes his words and backtracks, “That didn’t come out right.” He laughs at himself, and then tries again. “I’m glad you’re here, and you being here is something that crossed my mind. And I don’t mean here, like, my apartment. I mean here with me. I wanted you with me since we met, wherever it was.”

It takes you a few seconds to process what he’s just said, and you’re trying not to overthink its implications too much. He didn’t mean it the way you think he did, and even if did, it wouldn’t matter. Because it is Heeseung, and you are you, and there is no deeper meaning behind it.

The next time you glance back up at Heeseung, he’s sipping on his tea. He meets your eyes over the cup, and you glance down again. He can sense your hesitancy, so he does what he does best. He sits up straighter, lets his smile finally form across his lips, and begins speaking to you again.

“I think my cup of tea is probably better than your cup of tea.”

You’re confused as you look at him, and then you giggle.

“It’s literally the same cup of tea.”

“Mm, no, I don’t think so.” Heeseung shakes his head and swishes his tea around in his mug like it’s a fine wine. He takes another sip and lets out a sigh afterward, like he’s just tasted gold.

“Mine is definitely better. It tastes like a million bucks.”

“It’s the same cup of tea!” You throw your head back in laughter at the dramatic facial expressions he begins making, and then he shakes his head furiously after a second, trying to prove his claim.

“No, seriously! I swear mine’s probably better than yours. Come over here and try it.”

Heeseung holds the cup up, and the last of your laughter leaves your lips as you move forward, closer to him. You don’t even hesitate.

Heeseung holds the cup, lifting it up to your lips gently. You wrap your lips along the edge and drink the tea, daring to look into his eyes as you do. Heeseung holds eye contact as you drink from it, and it’s strangely intimate. The tea tastes the exact same, but you over exaggerate your features to make it look like it’s actually better than yours. The way Heeseung’s eyes glint makes it worth it, somehow. It’s only once you settle back into your chair, and he into his, that you notice the rose color dusting his cheeks and nose.

“It’s good tea. Might be better than mine, actually.”

“I told you.” He says cutely, taking another drink. You shake your head in amusement before looking back out toward the city.

“So you study English, is what you said?” You change the topic, actually very interested in knowing more about the dark-haired boy sitting across from you. He perks up a bit and nods, clearing his throat before speaking again.

“That, I do.”

You nod and let him go on.

“English is exciting to me because I can basically write what I want, and I get more freedom that way than I would than with, say, Journalism. All that is is someone bossing you around and telling you what to write. English.”

“Media is sort of my fun minor. I don’t want to be job-less, so if English falls through or something, I can always work in creative media or advertising. I’m lucky enough to find both pretty enjoyable.”

You nod at him, “I like that. I like that you’ve given yourself options.”

“Thank you.” He says honestly, giving you a pretty grin.

“So what about you?” He asks, “What do you do?”

“I actually don’t really work at the moment.”

Heeseung looks intrigued, and sits up straighter.

“You don’t work? How can you afford being in Paris, then?” He giggles cutely like he wants to know the big secret, and you try to figure out a way to word it.

On one hand, you could lie to Heeseung. You could lie to him and make up an elaborate excuse as to how you’re here, how you can afford it, how how how.

On the other hand, you’d never want to lie to Heeseung, not starting now and probably not ever. This is the reason for what you say next.

Your hands shake again, just as they did earlier, when you finally say it out loud.

“I’m married, actually.”

Heeseung pales, and it’s the first time all night you’ve seen him look genuinely upset.

A few seconds pass before he starts scrambling for his words. It’s not some big moment where the buildings nearby come crashing down. It’s not a sentence that triggers tsunamis or earthquakes around the two of you. In fact, the only implication that the universe even cares about what you said, is a random car alarm, which goes off annoyingly in the distance before it’s switched off by its owner. Heeseung begins to look flushed after a few seconds.

“You... I didn’t know. You’re not… uh- not wearing a-”

You pull your necklace with your wedding band attached to it out from under your dress neckline and Heeseung’s hoodie and show it to him easily; the metal glinting under the moonlight lamely. He inspects it, and then nods, like it’s all he can do.

“How long?” He asks softly, meeting your eyes again.

“A year,” You say, shoving the necklace back down your front, “Just last month.”

“So you got married in October.” Heeseung notes. You nod.

“My husband wanted an autumn themed wedding.”

“And you?” He asks. You give him a questioning look.

“What did you want?”

“I wanted to say no.” You blurt out honestly before you can stop yourself, and even Heeseung looks shocked at your words.

“I didn’t want to marry him.” But you don’t know why you’re telling Heeseung this. He looks at you like he’s trying to figure it all out - like he’s trying to figure you all out - except he can’t. He can’t because he doesn’t know how. At least, not in this moment.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” You say truthfully, setting your mug down and pulling at the sleeves of Heeseung’s hoodie, “I feel bad for even being in this situation, honestly. It’s like, I don’t want you to think of me as the kind of person who leaves her husband and sees random guys she’s just met. I’m not - I’ve never-”

“I don’t think that.” Heeseung cuts you off, making you look at him.

“I don’t think you’re any of those things. I think you were a considerate person who brought my license back to me, and who I ended up getting along with. That’s what I think of you.”

“Is that all you think of me?” You dare to ask him, and at this point, you know you’re pushing it. You’re pushing the limits between what you should be saying to Heeseung and what you’ve been wondering all night. With what started at the restaurant when he slipped the paper with your name into his pocket, and what continued when he stared at your lips not once, but twice.

Heeseung stares down at the table, and you can practically see his conflicting thoughts. He is rubbing his hand along the fabric of his sweatpants, tracing the stitching absentmindedly, and he looks too timid to speak.

“I think…” He starts, still not making eye contact with you, “I think that you’re nice, and pretty, and married. And I think being here probably would make your husband very unhappy.”

What he said isn’t a lie, but it doesn’t make the sinking feeling in your stomach any less intense. You know your husband would hate you being here, which makes it that much harder to gather the courage to go back. You don’t expect Heeseung to understand the feeling, but you give him the benefit of the doubt anyway.

“I don’t want to go back to him tonight.”

Heeseung finally looks up at you, eyes dark. He looks like he’s confused, conflicted. Like he wants one thing but knows he should do another. He looks exactly how you feel. And then, he speaks.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Where would you go?”

Except he doesn’t say it like a question. He says it like he already knows. Because he does - you both do.

“I could pay you to stay here for the night.”

At this, Heeseung snorts a bit.

“I’m not a hotel, Y/N.” He doesn’t say it in a mean way, just in a truthful way. His words are still kind, and you know that he still isn’t judging you - that he hasn’t once this whole night.

“I don’t know if you staying here would be a good idea.”

“It wouldn’t,” You confirm, “But it’s either that, or sleep in some park somewhere.”

You’re half kidding, but you’ll do it if you have to. You really don’t want to go back to that damned hotel.

Heeseung laughs, and then he’s standing, moving over to get closer to you. You don’t know what he’s doing, and you aren’t even sure if he does either. But then he moves to pull you gently into a standing position by the sleeves of his hoodie you’re wearing, and then takes you inside without another word. The mugs are abandoned on the table, two sat next to each other, and then Heeseung is closing the door behind the two of you.

“What are we doing?” You ask in confusion, finally moving further away from the balcony door.

“Well, I’m setting up the bed for you. You’re standing there gawking.”

You’re about to snap back with something witty, but are shut up quickly as Heeseung opens up his closet and reaches for some more blankets on the top shelf. The bottom of his t-shirt lifts up, just enough to show his tanned skin, and you suddenly find yourself speechless as you focus on his body. His skin looks soft, and the dimples at the bottom of his back catch your attention before he’s turning and his shirt is falling back to its regular position again.

He doesn’t say anything else to you as he lays some more blankets out on the bed,

You move to help, and then you’re both setting up the bed in silence. The thought of Heeseung sleeping in the same bed as you makes heat pool in your stomach, but then you discard the thought. You know for a fact that it won’t be happening, and you internally scold yourself for even letting the thought cross your mind.

“I can sleep on the couch, if it’s easier.” You say finally, glancing up at him. He shakes his head.

“I can sleep on the couch. Besides, I sleep in my bed every night, it won’t hurt me at all to sleep on the couch for just one night.”

Just one night, the phrase bounces around in your head, and you have to actively remind yourself that this will not be happening again. You hope the fact that it’s even happening now won’t ruin the dynamic you two have easily slipped into, and then your brain lurches into overdrive suddenly. After tonight, will you even see Heeseung again?

“Is everything okay?” He asks, finally done with the blankets now. You look back up at him and nod.

“Yeah I just… I get nightmares sometimes. I just thought you should know, in case I make noise or whatever.”

You hate that you feel awkward now. Of course, it’s not Heeseung’s fault - he hasn’t changed or acted differently at all - it’s you. It’s the internal battle you’re suddenly realizing. It’s you that’s acting differently now.

Your passing statement isn’t one you think Heeseung will take too seriously, but then he’s stopping what he’s doing and standing still, studying you.

You look back at him now, trying to figure out if you said something wrong.

“I can sleep on the floor, if it’ll make you feel safer. Nightmares can get scary, especially if you wake up alone.”

You want to say no, but you also feel that same emotion crawling its way back into you. Wanting Heeseung close to you. You felt it at the restaurant and you feel it now. You don’t know why it’s so strong suddenly.

“I can sleep on the floor, if you want. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Is this a pride thing?” Heeseung finally asks, giving you a wide grin. He looks like he’s about to laugh again.

“What?” You ask, tilting your head a bit.

“You know, like, you don’t want me sleeping anywhere that isn’t my bed, but you also don’t want to sleep on the floor. Not really.”

“It’s not a pride thing. I really just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

He hums before looking around his room, finally spotting something in his closet before he moves to take it out. It’s a thin body pillow, as long as his torso, and pink.

“What if we both sleep in the bed and just wedge this between the two of us. That way I’m here if you have a nightmare, and neither of us has to have a sore back from sleeping on a wooden floor.”

You want to laugh at his proposal, but in the moment, it seems reasonable. You certainly don’t want to sleep on the floor, and you don’t want Heeseung to sleep on it either. Without another comment, you nod at him. He nods back silently before pulling the bed sheets down and sorting out the pillows.

After the bed is ready, he goes back to the closet and pulls out a pair of sweats. He hands them to you easily, and you take them without looking at him.

“I’m going to go turn all the lights off and check the front door. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Once he shuts the bedroom door behind him, you finally realize what you’re doing. You realize that for the first time in your life, you’re going to be sleeping in a bed with another man who isn’t your husband. You’re going to be near another man, in bed. And you’re going to be spending the night with this man.

You realize, suddenly, that the feeling isn’t a bad one. It’s a peaceful one. And one that makes your stomach do flips.

You get dressed into Heeseung’s sweats easily, and you can’t stop grinning because of how much his clothes smell like him. Heeseung smells like vanilla and patchouli, and the scent almost makes you lightheaded.

A soft knock sounds from behind the door after a few more moments, and you let Heeseung know that it’s okay to come back in. He enters with two glasses of water, and hands you one easily.

“I always get thirsty at night, so I figured you might too.”

You’re practically floored at Heeseung’s attentiveness, but all you can do is thank him as you set the glass on the cart tier carefully. He takes a small sip from his and then sets it on the floor, careful not to spill it before he finally turns out all the lights in the bedroom, casting it into darkness. The moonlight spills in from the open window, and it casts the walls and furniture in a soft glow. You both move to lie down in the bed, and Heeseung gently sets the pillow in between both of you.

“I’m here if you need me. Right here.” Heeseung whispers into the darkness, and you go over how strange this whole scenario is. You remember the Heeseung at the restaurant, and how he’s the same Heeseung you’re lying in a bed with now. Only inches separate the two of you now, and it almost makes your skin dot with goosebumps.

“Thank you.” You say, eyes focusing on the ceiling naturally.

“It’s no problem. Like I said, waking up alone can be scary.”

A few beats pass, and all you feel is Heeseung’s body warmth, radiating onto you, even through the thin pillow.

“Goodnight, Heeseung.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

And then the minutes pass.

They feel like hours, though, and you don’t know if Heeseung is actually asleep or not after around fifteen minutes.

You can hear his steady breathing, and it doesn’t sound like he’s forcing it or anything, but you never know. You decide then to just try and sleep.

And you would have, if you hadn’t suddenly felt Heeseung’s hand, gently make its way under the body pillow and onto your side.

You feel your heart begin to race, your breathing following close behind as you realize that Heeseung isn’t asleep, he’s very much awake.

And he’s trying to hold your hand.

A million thoughts race through your head as your fingers itch to grab his. A million questions about your husband, about Heeseung, about what will happen in the morning after this is all said and done.

Finally, after an internal battle of a lifetime, and after you’re sure Heeseung is about to just retract his hand back to his side, you force yourself to just take the leap and slot your fingers into his.

Heeseung’s hand is as warm as you expect it to be, and you hear him take in a shaky breath as your palm finally presses against his.

Neither of you do anything. Neither of you try to say anything, or try to justify it in any way. You do nothing, except stay like that.

But in that moment, somehow, just doing that seems to be enough.

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myelocin · 4 years

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home is along the sky, because you are the sun

synopsis: “if i ask you the question about what you wanna ask from life and how you’ll feel if you let go, how would you answer?”

characters: hirugami sachiro, you, hanamaki takahiro

genre/warnings: fluff, domestic!au, poly(?) relationship [or friendship idk it really depends on how u], baker!makki, aspiringphilosopher!sachiro, just fluff rlly

wc: 2,400+

a/n: wow, how where do i even go from here. this is for you, @strawbericream, the person who created a safe space for me to find home in even before i started this blog (also the inspiration why i started this blog in the first place). all my love and good wishes for you & the path you take. continue to see the beautiful parts in life, teresa :)

Hirugami Sachiro asks you to watch the stars with him one day and the story begins like that.

“Do you even know anything about the constellations?” you ask, leaning back and watching the midnight blue unfold. From your peripheral vision, you see him shake his head. He was probably smiling at your question too. You don’t turn your head to confirm; it’s safe to say you know him well enough to be certain of that.

“I don’t,” he replies, traces of mirth swaying in the tone as he cranes his head to face you. “I just like to watch when the world is still and pretty.”

“Poetic,” you comment, then later chuckle when he knocks his shoulder against yours. Sachiro had a habit to be soft in both his actions and words—something you adored, you decided.

“I try to be,” he admits with a sigh, hands raised in mock surrender. He sounds a little dreamy, you think; fitting for someone like him.

Despite the occasional sound of the cars zooming past your building in the streets below coupled with the constant buzzing of your phone against the plastic Tupperware next to you, the moment you stayed in silence with him felt almost dream like. The good kind, too.

Because at 23:11 in an open rooftop of the apartment complex you’ve been living in, you stare up and render yourself speechless when the milky way above you begins to dance in the sky.

Slow swirls, twinkling stars, and wisps of something you don’t know but think is beautiful anyway. It’s much like life and the world, you suppose. Just filled with moments of things that pass your eye every day, but only truly see its beauty when you clear your mind and just look.

You look at Sachiro beside you, looking like he’s within the clouds and smile.

“What do you think about when you see the world?” you ask him.

“I just try to observe and not really think,” he replies, and you nod because he says it in a tone that makes sense.

There are too many hours within the day where all that consumes your thoughts are questions of whether you’re taking two steps forward or four steps back. In a sense, Sachiro’s words hold a semblance of truth to them because sometimes what you really need to do is just look at the world as you allow it to just be.

Where you don’t question why the sun rises, sets, or moves with a pattern in the sky every day. Why the moon is the reason for the push and pull of the waves that also happened to be the representation of the desire to be “free”.

Of what makes the blood in the veins flow and represent life even if the sight of it could also mean the loss of life.

In the irony of things, your thoughts spiral after Sachiro beside you tells you to do the exact opposite of that.

So you look up.

The stars above look like splattered dots as some merely blink, while others twinkle. You can’t decide which one you prefer; they all connect to you in a way. And as you keep staring, you come to realize that the night isn’t pitch black, but rather a dull gray—because when the clouds of a deeper hue roll in sight, their colors are vibrant.

The wind says hello and you shiver in time with the ruffle of Sachiro’s hair. It looks soft, you muse. You know it’ll feel like it too.

“If I ask you the question about what you wanna ask from life and how you’ll feel if you let go, how would you answer?” he asks, turning to face you.

You look at him, taking note of the expression on his face that sort of borders the edge between teasing and genuine curiosity and sigh—pondering about his question.

Life is well, too unpredictable to ever commit your heart a hundred percent to one stationary thing and expect life to deliver it. Even though there are some things you want, at the same time, asking life to deliver the specifics would be like trying to balance on water.

And as for letting go, well, you turn your face away from him and look up into the sky again. At the clouds looking like heavy cotton on a blank canvas. You can still feel Sachiro’s stare at your profile when you exhale and sigh, “I don’t think there’s answer; just live life and let the current flow I guess.”

He smiles; Sachiro knows you got his message.

“It’s gonna rain,” you comment, breaking the silence again as the wind picks up and the blinking stars hide behind the clouds aching to weep,

Beside you, Sachiro hums.

“We’re not gonna get up are we?” you add with a laugh, realizing his intention.

He laughs, eyes meeting yours in the middle when you crane your neck and do the same. Even under the dim lights, you could still make out the hue of a soft walnut.

The color of warmth—promising. And it was fitting, because you always found that Sachiro’s words were rather nurturing.

“Why don’t we just let the world be,” is what he says as the two of you lack back down and face the sky, basking in the world and letting the current be, as the raindrops begin to fall.

You consider Hanamaki Takahiro as the being that’s heaven sent because two days after letting the world “be” and laying in the pavement, drenched in the rain with Sachiro, you’re at home with your head held in between your hands and a sniffle to remind you of the cold you’re braving through.

“On a scale of one to ten how much do you regret laying in the rain and pretending to be in a music video for fun?” Takahiro laughs as he plops down on the seat next to you.

Sniffling, you roll your eyes and grab the mug he held out to you.

The mug in your hands felt warm, and when you inhaled you smiled—Takahiro was quiet in many ways about his affections, always preferring to mix his comments into bouts of humor, but he was always the one to remember the little things.

You recall that you’ve only mentioned your favorite kind of tea once as a passing comment when you were at a grocery store together some years ago, but every time you’re at his apartment, you always smile when you see the familiar packet tucked into the corner of the pantry next to the mug he knows you like the best.

“What were you even talking about?” he asks again, shuffling closer to pull the blanket closer around your frame.

“He said some poetic shit again and I got carried away, so look at what happened,” you pout as Takahiro’s own expression lights up in mirth in front of you.

“Did you learn something, though?”

“I always do,” you answer him with a soft sigh, bringing the mug closer to your lips.

“So am I the dumb friend that only gives you tea while Sachiro’s the one that gives you life changing advice?” Takahiro huffs, expression one of mock offense as he leans against the seat.

Smiling, you close the gap in between the two of you as you sit next to him and drop your head on his shoulder.

“No, you’re the one that always grounds me back to earth and make me feel like the ugly world is okay,” you confess, craning your head up and pressing a kiss on his jaw.

Takahiro hums, stretches one hand over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him while his head drops on top of yours.

“Warm,” you murmur, your mug of tea set on the table but hands still warm against Takahiro’s palm.

“You’re leaving soon, aren’t you? How do you feel?” he whispers, his hand rubbing your shoulders and chest rising and falling in time with his breaths. You can still taste the lingering flavor of the tea on your lips, and the low rumble of Takahiro talking about nothings in the room vibrates your cheek pressed against his chest.

“I feel warm,” you murmur again, then smile when his other arm comes around and secures you in a solid embrace. He smells faintly like pine; and for a second you slip into the thought that it’s winter outside, and you’re under your covers while the world outside swirls with the current.

“Of course you do,” Takahiro laughs, then presses his face against the crown of your hair.

You fall in to slumber with the thought of home the only thing in your mind.

When you wake up, you’re in bed facing the window. You’re left feeling a little groggy for a few moments as you sit up and rub your eyes, thoughts a haze as you gradually allow reality to trickle in your senses.

The blinds are shut and the blankets pooling in your lap still feels warm. Warm like sleep.

Like the mug of tea cradled between your hands earlier.

Warm like Takahiro’s chest as the scent of pine and spring lulled you to sleep of what you could guess to be just hours ago.

It’s already 12:03 am, you realize when you open the door and take slow steps into the hallway, your slippers making light noises over the wooden floor. Blinking away the lingering remnants of sleep, you peer into the hallway, faded light trickling from the kitchen into the area where the hallway opened into the living room.

Then, when the haze in your thoughts clear, you blink and scrunch your nose when you realize the room smells faintly like strawberries. Bunching up your blanket and draping it over the back of the couch next to you, you walk towards the kitchen in curiosity.

The room around you feels warm; like the kind of warm that lingers in the room when you’ve been cooking all day.

“There she is,” you hear a voice to call as you round the corner and enter the room. It’s Sachiro, you notice. He’s leaning against the counter to your far left as Takahiro next to him stands with a bowl of something whipped balanced in his hand. You have half the mind to ask you why they’re at your apartment instead of at home, but you suppose that because their presence is always welcome, at the moment you don’t really seem to mind.

“Morning,” Takahiro greets as he turns his head to look at you.

“It’s midnight,” you comment as you take a seat in the table on the side that faces the two of them.

“It’s also your birthday,” Sachiro laughs as he carries the rack of what you assumed to be cooling layers of cake and takes the seat opposite to yours.

You scrunch up your nose and fold your arms over one another as you lay your head and face him. He smiles, in the way that’s gentle and patient before reaching over and booping the tip of your nose.

“You forgot about it didn’t you?” Takahiro adds with a laugh as walks over and takes a seat in the side between the two of you.

“It’s still night in my book, so I’ll feel like it’s my birthday when we hit tomorrow,” you yawn, feeling your eyelids grow a little heavy. “Why are you two baking a cake?”

“Because we know your schedule’s only gonna pile up from now,” Sachiro says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“And because it’s your birthday,” Takahiro points out, scooping a dollop of the cream into the first half of the cake.

At the sight, you perk up and scoop a little of the excess on the side of the bowl, plopping it into your mouth. You brighten up, smiling as you recognize the taste.

“Strawberry cream?” you grin at Takahiro.

“It’s your favorite isn’t it?” he asks, despite already knowing the answer.

“Happy birthday,” Sachiro greets in a sing-songey voice, leaning his body forward and grabbing your hands in his. He stares at you, smiling eyes and all as the warmth in his voice ricochets in the quiet room.

“You excited to start this new arc?” Takahiro asks, taking a break and facing you with his head propped up by the palms of his hand.

“I am,” you reply softly.

“Issei, Tooru, and Hajime texted early saying congratulations,” he adds and you beam at the mental image of them. They always did bring you smiles, you realize.

“We’re proud of you,” Sachiro says, squeezing your hands.

You smile, thinking back to his question that night. Of what you wanted to ask of life, and you realize that instead of asking it for something you want to say thank you instead. For the good parts, good memories—lasting memories and connections you’ve made.

In reality, the current you’re on still flows without assurance towards any direction, but for now, you realize—in this room, in this moment, the waters are nothing but calm.

You hear Takahiro scoop another dollop of the strawberry cream into the second layer of the cake as you listen to Sachiro pose another question where you know would let your thoughts drift into unknown waters again.

But in the moment, because you’re home, you smile and tell life thank you.

Takahiro and Sachiro look at you as you stare at them, a dreamy look in your eye that only tells them you’re drifting somewhere good.

The two share a look and laugh softly.

It’s a little past 12:40 in the morning when the streetlight visible down the street from your apartment window flickers like it’s going to go out anytime soon, and Takahiro’s finished crumb coating the cake, that the three of you finally snap back to the present and share a smile towards each other.

Your schedule with the unmarked checkboxes lay next to your laptop at your desk while the plans for tomorrow piece themselves together at the back of your head. Wherever the current takes me, you think.

“Thank you,” Takahiro says, and beside him Sachiro’s smile mirrors his.

“For?” you laugh.

“Just cause,” Sachiro laughs and intertwines your hands with his once more.

When you smile at them, they catch themselves a little blinded.

They’ve always thought that you’ve belonged with the sun.

Thank you for the stories and smiles, Teresa. Here’s our wishes to your future! May you always always tread in the beautiful parts of life. <3

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yumenosakiimagines · 4 years

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hey!! im in a big need of some comfort so could i rq hcs for natsume, nazuna nd leo receivin a text or call rlly late at night from s/o whos rlly suicidal nd is havin a rlly bad time copin nd is havin some dangerous thoughts since theyre alone and how the boys would handle comforting/talking s/o down from doing smth bad? thank u!!

Hi there! I rushed to write this as soon as I saw your request so I’m sorry if it’s not the best! As someone who’s struggled with this kind of things for a long long time I really wanted to help. My messages are always open if you need someone to talk to! If you’re in immediate danger though please please contact a close friend, family member or authorities!

Trigger warning: suicide mentions. I don’t address it directly cause it’s a pretty sensitive topic but that’s what this is about so yeah

Natsume

He got a bad feeling as soon as his phone started ringing, his gut telling him it wasn't just Rei whining about his boredom when everyone else was sleeping yet again, and he was certainly not mistaken. He picked up without skipping a beat when he saw your name on the screen. You called out his name, your voice hoarse from crying he assumed, and his heart sank, knowing right away something was seriously wrong.

He didn’t need to ask any other questions besides your current location, and he was out through the door before you were even done telling him. He asked you to stay on the line with him, not wanting to leave you alone.

He’s not really the best with words, I believe. He’s more of a man of action, so the first thing he did when he reached your side was pulling you into his arms. He’d listen to your every word if that’s what you needed, but if you just needed him to hold you as you cried, he’d do just that as well.

He kept you into an unyielding embrace while gently cradling your head against the crook of his neck. His hold around you was so tight it almost felt like he was trying to keep together all of the pieces that make you up, scared you might’ve become undone in front of his eyes if he let go.

He used his thumbs to wipe the tears off your cheeks and held your head in his hands, looking into your eyes. That was his way of wordlessly letting you know you’re not alone, now or ever. He’s right there for you. He actually felt really bad cause he didn’t really know how to put his feelings into words, it frustrated him to no end. He knows you understood, though. A world without you was completely unthinkable for him.

“Cry as much as you neED TO. Yell and punch me if you need but please, don’t ever hurt yourRSELF.”

Nazuna

He’s probably the only one of this bunch who was sleeping/ in bed already, so he was startled when his phone started ringing. He answered without even checking the caller ID, knowing that no one would phone him so late into the night without a really important reason.

He jumped out of bed as soon as he heard your voice on the other side of the line. The usually cheerful and bright voice he loves so much was suddenly broken and shaky. You started apologizing for the time in between sniffles and he stopped you right there and then, reminding you you’re not a bother in the slightest and telling you he’d be right there.

He was next you literally less than ten minutes after you guys hung up the phone. Bunny boy didn’t even change out of his pajama, he just threw a jacket over it, changed his fluffy slippers and run.

His eyes were filled with tears when he reached you, threatening to spill sooner rather than later. He reminded himself to stay strong for you, knowing damn well that seeing him breaking down would more than likely just make it all so much worse.

Nito held your hands between his as you talked, listening attentively.

He gently patted your back as you cried; the pats were soft and rhythmical, it almost felt like he was lulling a baby. “That’s okay, just let it all out.” He murmured softly.

He’s definitely the type to try and help you distract yourself, not wanting you to dwell on such saddening things for too long, so he’s likely to invite you to take a walk to catch some fresh air or even out for a midnight snack

Leo

Ousama is a night owl, we all know that. He was still wide awake when his phone lit up with a notification. He hummed, looking up from his scores and wondering who it could be. Maybe Ritsu was bored and wanted some company? Or perhaps Mikejimama had suddenly decided to go on an impromptu trip again and wanted to ask him to come along?

He was pretty surprised when he saw it was you of all people so he answered quickly, feeling somewhat uneasy. Your text was short and it didn’t really tell him anything about the situation, it was just an “are you awake?” kinda text. Why were you texting him this late? Maybe you couldn’t sleep and felt restless? Maybe you had forgotten to tell him something about Knight’s schedule for the morning after so you had to let him know? He surely hadn’t forgotten about some late night meeting or event, right?

He couldn’t shake that unpleasant feeling as he saw you typing your response; it only lasted a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity to him.

Leo called you as soon as he read your new text, explaining just how you felt and apologizing for annoying him when he was surely creating a masterpiece. This last bit specially made his heart ache.

“Don’t apologize! Nothing’s more important than you!” He yelled into the phone. He was sure his parents or maybe even Ruka would scold him in the morning for being so loud at such time, but he didn’t mind at all. He told you he’d be there as soon as possible all while holding his phone against his cheek and shoulder as he rushed to change his clothes.

This poor child has almost no sense of direction so he ended up calling Mama to give him a ride to your place in his trusty ol’ bike Baby-chan. Madara didn’t mind, in fact he had taken a liking towards you as Leo’s partner and he’d hate it if anything bad was to happen to you so he was glad to help.

I believe Leo is no stranger to this sort of feelings, he’s had some very dark moments throughout his life, so he’s probably the best to give you advice, if that’s what you’d like. If you just wanted him to hold you as you cried, or hear you talk about all these things that have been eating you inside instead, he’d be more than happy to comply as well.

He ended up staying the night, falling asleep curled up next you just as the sun was starting to shine through the blinds. He forgot to tell Mama so the lovecore cowboy stayed outside the whole time

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars headcanons #ensemble stars imagine #ensemble stars match up #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #natsume sakasaki #leo tsukinaga #nazuna nito

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chimilkie · 4 years

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highest of highs

pairing; jeongguk x reader

genre; angst + fluff

summary; after he almost kills your ass after you leave work over a piece of chicken, you decide taking him home is a good idea.

warnings; strong language ?? does there need to be a warning for that?? aggressive, like rlly aggressive guk in the beginning

an:// fuckkkkk this gif ;)) also, i feel like it’s safe to point out that sometimes i spell his name jungkook and sometimes i spell it jeongguk,, i haven’t decided which one i like best yet (and probably never will, considering i’m already three years into this bangtan shithole :0 )

life wasn’t the best for you at the moment. but really was it ever good for anyone? you had began college a mere two years ago and were currently diving in a pool of debts on your apartment and your insurance. you had classes in the mornings, were working through the afternoon and then into the nights, and you spent most of the hours after midnight working on all the ridiculous assignments that needed to be completed even though they had nothing to do with your major. sleep was a rare case, but it was helpful when you finally managed to get some.

work hadn't been kind to you today, with angry customers yelling at you over a mistake the chef had made and drinks "accidentally" being spilled on you more than a few times by the one coworker who seemed to hate you more than anything. you just wanted to get home and maybe make yourself a quick meal of cup noodles before falling asleep.

it wasn’t till another ten minutes later that you realized you didn’t HAVE cup noodles at the apartment. or anything else for that matter. with that thought in mind and a roll of your eyes, you turned around and made your way back towards the market a few blocks down.

you didn’t have much money to spend, as your last paycheck went towards rent and the water bill. the market was practically empty when you made it there and the doors were held open with shopping carts, letting the winter air sweep into the front of the building.

you quickly made your way to the produce in the back and grabbed the freshest looking chicken you saw. you ushered out of the building after paying for your meal, not even bothering with small talk as the women at the cash register didn’t seem all that interested either.

you wrapped the bag around your wrist, stuffing your hands into your coat pockets to prevent yourself from getting frostbite and practically dying at the thought of the 15 minute walk ahead of you.

there was a rather large crack in the sidewalk ahead of you so you cut around it, resulting in you walking closer to a dark alley than you would have originally wanted. the closer your feet came to the edge of the large shadow, the more weary you began to feel.

and the sudden bone-chilling growl that echoed into the cold night didn’t necessarily help. you froze, turning to stare into the darkness with eyes as wide as saucers. you frowned, beginning to shuffle backwards before something lunged out and grabbed you roughly, slamming you back against the wall of the alley. you yelped as your head hit the brick and you instinctively raised your hands to push against the strangers chest. your eyes quickly adjusted and you were immediately able to make out the floppy black dog ears atop his head.

"p-please, i didn’t mean to intrude... i was just trying to-" you managed to stutter out before he growled and his gaze shifted quickly down to your dinner around your wrist. he immediately went to grab it from you but you snatched it back towards yourself and lifted your hands once more to his shoulders to try and shove him away. you managed to shove him back a few feet so that you could stumble back into the light on the sidewalk.

he glared at you, not daring to step out from the alley where you could potentially scream to gain the attention of a nearby hybrid catcher, who would probably illegally sell him to a rich man who would only want the dog for his body. you began to walk back preparing to turn and run when you took a good look at the boy in front of you. he looked quite strong, but he obviously hadn't eaten in awhile.

he huffed and seemed to visibly give up, turning away from you and beginning to walk back deeper into the alley. you frowned before scurrying a little closer and placing the bag of chicken on the ground. he stopped, turning to you with a glare before it slightly softened when he saw the chicken being offered to him. you didn't wait to see if he'd take it, you just turned to jog in the opposite direction.

when you finally made it back home, you slammed the door shut behind you before leaning back against it and holding your hand to your chest. you no longer had a dinner, but you were more focused on the fact that a hybrid almost just ripped your throat out over a bag of goddamn chicken.

the next day work and classes went by quicker than they ever had before. you could barely focus on anything other than the stray you had come across the night before. how long had he been there? had he eaten the chicken you left for him? you frowned, shaking your head to think about things that actually needed to get done the next few days.

you didn’t get paid till after the weekend and you were already running way too low on money. your friendly coworker was nice enough to give you a ride how after both of your shifts ended considering it had started to snow heavily. "thank you wooyoung." you smiled him, wrapping him in a quick hug before shutting the car door and jogging up the front steps of your apartment building. you turned to him and waved after scanning your keycard, before turning and making your way through the lobby. you smiled politely at the young security guard and he grinned back.

"evening miss y/n. i’m hoping you had a ride here? it’s getting pretty bad out there." he commented tossing you one of the lollipops from the glass bowl on the front desk.

"ah, yes. wooyoung-ah was kind enough to drive me here from work." you caught the pop and pocketed it.

he nodded. "very well, then. have a good night miss."

you laughed softly and threw up your hand in a quick wave. "you as well, jiwon-oppa."

once you had changed into some cute christmas pajama pants, you microwaved yourself some quick cup noodles that you had found in the back of your cabinet. while you waited for it to heat up you moved towards your small living room. you gripped the red fabric of your curtains before tugging them open and physically feeling your heart drop.

it was practically a blizzard out there in only a matter of minutes and the first thing your mind went to was the hybrid from the night before. was he still out in this? you didn’t stand there any longer to think about it. you turned, slipping on the slippers next to your couch and grabbing the coat from the rack next to you door.

you yanked it over your shoulders and bolted down the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator to reach your floor. once you reached the ground floor, you shoved the staircase door open and ran across the lobby. "miss y/n! where are you going?" you heard jiwon yell out from behind you. you turned to face the young man after reaching the front door.

"i’ll be back soon jiwon-oppa! i just have to run a quick errand!" you called, not waiting for the reply before pushing the door open and racing towards the alleyway where you had the altercation with the hybrid the night before.

you hadn't realized how truly cold it was outside until you were running down the inches of snow on the sidewalk in only your bunny slippers - which had turned out to be a horrible idea now that your feet were already freezing and wet.

you had made it to the alleyway in no time sliding to a stop in front of the entrance. you didn’t waste any time, as you knew the longer you stayed out here with barely enough layers on the sicker you would end up. "hello?" you called, tentatively stepping into the darkness. you glanced around a dumpster that was blocking most of the alley only to see nothing behind it.

you were on the verge of turning and quickly making your way back home when you heard something crash and fall farther down the alley. you froze, before slipping around the dumpster and making your way towards a bunch of garbage cans pushed together to make a wall of some sorts. you moved around the cans and stilled when you noticed the hybrid curled into a ball and leaning back against the brick wall.

his eyes locked with yours and a loud growl left his lips. he stood, leaving the safety of the cans and stalking towards you. the closer he got, the more he came into focus. his cheeks and nose were stained a flushed pink and there was snow piling up on his dark black hair.

he grabbed your forearm and shoved you back against the stack of cardboard. another growl left his throat and his glare hardened. "what the hell are you doing here?" he demanded baring what looked like bunny teeth with two sharp canines shining threateningly.

"i-" you got choked up, eyes flicking around the alley trying to find words to say. what had you planned to do? take him home with you? what would you even do then? you didn’t know how to care for a hybrid, much less one who literally wanted to rip your throat out the first chance he got. "it’s really cold out here. and i-it’s snowing really bad. and i was home and thought about you i guess... and i wanted to know if you were still out here i guess."

he scoffed and snapped his jaw at you in defense. "well i’m still out here, girl. you can head home now."

you shook your head and stood you ground. you tried to push him back but failed, only resulting in him tilting his head at you as if requesting you to challenge him. "no, i... i want you to come with me."

he barked out a humorless laugh and threw his head back. "i’m sorry?"

you clenched your hands into fists, and tried to ignore how cold your feet and ankles were. "you can’t stay out here on your own, you need to be inside during the storm. at least take my bed for the night and i’ll take couch. i can’t let you freeze out here, which won’t take long considering what you’re wearing."

the hybrid only had on a pair of black hospital sweatpants and a wet hoodie that he must've stolen from a street shop. he rolled his eyes and turned away from you with a chuckle. "go home, human. i don’t need help from your kind. get out of here before i realize how hungry i am and rip your goddamn throat out."

you stopped, debating your options here. you could continue to pester him and possibly risk him murdering you or you could leave and have him weighing on your conscious. "no!" you cried, you stomped forward and grabbing his shoulder attempting to yank him to fake you. "please. please come with me, you’re going to get hypothermia and that’s if pneumonia and frostbite don’t get to you first. you’re going to freeze just come with me." you begged, grabbing his hand with the one that wasn’t holding his forearm.

he glared, his eyes remaining hard as he eyed you up and down. "you try to turn me in, you call any authority, and you won’t live to tell them about me."

you nodded, releasing a shaky sigh before pulling him behind you. "okay, i won’t. i promise. but come on please, my toes feel like they’re about to fall off."

it took you awhile to get there, trying to navigate your way through the literal snowstorm you were stuck in and also trying to keep more snow for compacting into your slippers. you pushed the door to the lobby open, pulling the hybrid in behind you.

"y/n, thank god i was so worried-" jiwon began but then froze when he saw the growling boy behind you. the man wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him tightly keeping his hard eyes on the security guard. "uh... you want to... explain?"

"um..." you faked a yawn, throwing your arms in the air dramatically before grabbing the hybrid's wrist and pulling him after you. "i would love to but i am just SO tired and i’ll have to get back to you on that." you rushed to slip you and the young man into the elevator before hurriedly pressing the seven button repeatedly.

you let out a breath of relief and leaned back against the wall as you watched the numbers tick up as you passed certain floors. you led him out once the doors opened and made your way to the front door of your apartment, slipping your keycard into the slot next to the handle.

once you opened the front door, you were smacked in the face with the hot air from your heater. you listened to the hybrid behind you let out a long breath of relief. "okay, um. i’ll get you a towel and show you to the bathroom so you can shower if you want. you like cup noodles right?" you rushed out, turning to face him once you locked your door and slipped off your slippers and coat.

he glared and backed up once he realized how close you both were. "i’ve never had them." he huffed out.

"oh... well while you take a shower i’ll heat some up for you and set up my bed." you turned to the hallway closet to get a towel for him when you heard him grunt.

"i’ll take the couch."

"no. no, no, no, no, no." you shook your head not even bothering to face him. "i’m not letting you take the couch. besides, i rather like to sleep on the couch. that way i can fall asleep to the television."

he didn’t say anything else after that and you were rather happy about that. after you showed him how to work the shower and what products were for what, you made your way to the kitchen to reheat the noodles for him. it wasn’t long before he made his way into the kitchen with only a towel around his waist. you squeaked when you noticed, quickly rushing out of the kitchen.

"eat those noodles!" you called over your shoulder. "i’ll get you something to wear while you do."

you rushed into your room, looking for the clothes that your best friend's hybrid had left here the last time he slept over. you were glad namjoon had decided to leave a pair of sweats and a shirt - as you were sure the man in your kitchen wouldn’t enjoy joon's usual matching silk pajamas that seokjin insisted on spoiling him with.

rushing back to the kitchen, you watched as he shoveled down the last of the noodles with a content sigh. "hey." he jumped slightly and whipped around to face you, his usual glare settling on his face. "sorry, uhm, here i found you some stuff to wear."

he stood and made his way to you. he leaned down, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and rubbing gently. he pulled back after a few seconds and grabbed the clothes from your hands before turning towards the direction of your bathroom to change into the set of clothes.

once the bathroom door closed, you rushed to your phone at the counter and quickly dialed seokjin's number.

"hello?" a groggy voice broke through. namjoon.

"hey, joonie! is jin there?" you asked, clutching the phone with both hands.

"not yet, he got snowed into the studio with hobi and yoongi-hyung." he answered. "what did you need?"

"um... well, hypothetically, let’s say a hybrid presses it’s nose to your neck and like rubs? i guess? what does... what does that mean?" you questioned, shuffling your socked feet back and forth against the tiled floor.

namjoon chuckled mischievously on the other side of the line. "it’s called scenting, y/n. it’s like claiming something as yours without voicing it."

"o-oh." you blushed before hearing the bathroom door open. "i have to go, goodnight joonie!"

"have fun!" you faintly heard him cry before you hung up.

"who was that?" you heard him snap roughly from behind you.

you jumped and shrieked before whipping around to face him with a hand on your chest. "oh my god, you scared me. it was my friend, joon. the hybrid that those pajamas belong to. i was asking him if seokjin had arrived home yet."

he nodded before dumping the broth from the noodles into the sink and throwing the empty cup into the trash can. "what's... what’s your name?" you asked him quietly, looking down at your fingers. when he didn’t reply for a good minute you spoke again. "mine is y/n."

it was silent for another few moments before he began to walk down the hall again. "jeongguk." he called quietly over his shoulder before walking into your bedroom and closing the door.

you grinned to yourself. "jeongguk." you repeated just to see how it would roll off your tongue.

the next morning you woke on the couch with the television still on and the curtains pulled closed. you stood up with a yawn while stretching your arms above your head in a stretch. you reached out and shut the tv off before pulling the curtains open with a quick yank. the sky was dark with grey clouds yet the world was covered in a beautiful blanket of snow.

"your bed is really comfortable." you jumped and whipped around to face the young man leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway.

you smiled and clasped your hands together awkwardly in front of you. "thanks, i guess."

"i’ll be out in a little bit. just let me change into my clothes and i’ll head out." he announced before turning away from you.

"wait." you blanked, rushing forward to grab his hand once more. "where will you stay?"

he shrugged. "i don’t know. but it’s not snowing anymore, i should be fine."

"stay here." you immediately suggested. you told yourself it was because you couldn’t let it weigh on you that you just let him leave. but you were lonely. and you liked him, and wanted to break through his shell and get to know what he was really like. "jeongguk, please."

"why are you begging me? i don’t need your help and i don’t need to be owned by some chick with a hybrid kink." he growled ripping his hand from your grip and walking hurriedly towards your room.

"what? no!" you cried in frustration and threw your hands up in annoyance. "jeongguk, listen. i’m begging because you can’t live out there. if you don’t freeze, you’ll starve. and if you don’t freeze or starve, you’ll be caught and sold. i wouldn’t own you, we'd be equals. this would be your house just as much as it is mine. you’d be free to do as you wanted, just without the threat of everything outdoors."

"deciding when i eat?" he confirmed, raising an eyebrow at you.

"deciding when you eat."

"deciding when i shower?"

"deciding when you shower."

"deciding what i wear around the house?" he smirked, reaching for the hem of his shirt to begin to pull it upwards.

"oh my god!" you rushed to grab the hem of the shirt and hold it down. "within reason, of course!"

he raised his eyebrows before nodding and turning. "okay well, i get the bed."

"what?" you cried, not ready to permanently give up your bed for the couch.

he suddenly turned around once more and walked towards you in a few long strides. "unless, of course..." he leaned in, pressing his nose to your neck once more and gently rubbing. "you want to share the bed with me."

"w-what are you doing?" you stuttered out, face pink with the blush fighting to stain your cheeks.

"nothing." he pulled back suddenly with a smirk, canines poking out from behind his lips. "just making a suggestion."

weeks passed on like that. you took the couch, not wanting to push your boundaries and actually sleep in your own bed with the hybrid that threatened multiple times to end your life. eventually, he opened up to you more.

he no longer growled when you sat next to him on the couch unannounced and he wasn’t jumpy anymore. you could even go as far to say that you both trusted each other quite a lot. one afternoon you walked into your room to see him curled up under your blanket with your phone clutched in his hand. "gukkie?"

"hmm?" he hummed as you laid down next to him, on top of the covers.

"what breed of dog are you?"

"rottweiler." your mouth dropped in realization. now you understood the broad shoulders and how he was still strong when you first met him despite being starved almost half to death.

you nodded and rested your head back against your pillow, curling your legs upwards and getting comfortable. classes had been cancelled thanks to yet another snow storm, but you still had work that night. "gukkie, can you set an alarm for 4 so i wake up when it’s time for work?"

"course." you heard him mumble before he fumbled with your phone so more. you didn’t try to listen much more after that, you just closed your eyes and let sleep slowly overtake you once more.

when you woke up again it was dark and way later than 4 o'clock. your phone was on the night stand, lighting up repeatedly and letting out multiple dings at a time.

you went to sit up and check it, only to realize you couldn’t move. jeongguk was now laying on top of the covers as well but on his back. one arm was thrown over you as if to hold you down and the other one who bent up and tucked under his head.

you frowned, before grabbing his wrist and lifting the arm off of your body. you rushed to grab the phone only to realize it was 7 at night and you had multiple texts from wooyoung and a single voicemail from your boss.

you listened to the voicemail before anything else only to feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. you were fired. this couldn’t be happening.

"oh my god." you mumbled, standing and rushing out of the room.

you rushed to dial yoongi's number, hoping he hadn't muted it during his studio session. much to your surprise, he answered on the third ring. "what’s up, y/n?"

"yoongi." you cried into the speaker, already feeling the first few tears leaking down your face.

"what’s wrong princess?" he demanded, seeming much more alert to the situation now.

"i-i fell asleep earlier, me and jeongguk both overslept and i missed work. and my boss called and said my work hasn't been satisfactory lately and that it was unacceptable to skip work without calling out. a-and i don’t know what to do yoongi-oppa! i couldn't even pay bills with the job, what am i going to do now?" you sobbed, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand so you wouldn’t wake gukkie in the room over.

"calm down babe, it’s alright. we'll figure things out. maybe you can help out at hobi and jiminie's dance studio. maybe eve seokjin-hyung can get you a job at his office. we'll figure it out y/n." his soothing voice filled your ears and you nodded, attempting to wipe the endless stream of tears from your cheeks.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry i panicked. i just don’t know what to do and this is just so overwhelming."

"i know, but it’s okay. you know the boys and i will help if it goes too downhill. and taehyung will always be happy to take jeongguk off your hands until everything is better." you whined slightly at the idea of letting taehyung and jimin take jeongguk from you while you attempted to stand back on your own two feet. "yeah, i know. let’s not separate you two, yeah?"

"yeah." you laughed softly, brightening up a little at the thought of the hybrid currently sleeping in your room.

"i’ll talk to seokjin-hyung and taehyung in the morning, okay? for now, why don't you and guk get some sleep okay?"

"okay. love you yoongi." you whispered.

"love you too, kid. talk to you soon." and with that, you both hung up. you weren’t alone for long however, within moments jeongguk's arms were wrapped around your waist to hold you back against him.

"i’m sorry." he mumbled, rubbing his nose gently against your neck. "i fell asleep before i could set the alarm. i didn’t mean to."

you leaned back into him and tilted your head to the side to allow him to continue to scent you. "it’s okay, gukkie. you didn’t mean to."

he turned you around quickly so that you were still pressed against him. he frowned as he scanned your face for any anger or disappointment. his eyes landed on your lips, and they didn’t move after that. "can i... can i kiss you?" he whispered finally flicking his gaze up to meet yours.

"yeah..." you nodded, grabbing the sides of his neck to pull him down to meet you. his lips were soft against yours and you let out a soft sigh as you felt his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

when you pulled back his eyes had glazed over and he was looking at you in a kind of daze. "thank you. for taking me in that night, i mean. and for letting me stay now."

you rolled your eyes and grinned up at him. "thanks for threatening to rip out my throat, tough guy."

he scoffed before lowering his nose to your neck once more and continuing to scent you once more.

"what’s the point of that anyway?" you knew, of course you knew. but you wanted to hear him admit that he had been doing it since the very beginning.

he smiled against the skin of your neck, leaning closer to press a few kisses around the area where he always scents you. "i’m scenting you. it’s like claiming something."

"you’re claiming me?" you asked, not really expecting him to have been that blunt about it.

"of course. how else do i make sure jimin and hoseok know to back off?" he muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"jimin's mated!" you laughed, holding on to his shoulders for good effect. "so is hoseok!"

"really?" he questioned with a confused tilt of his head. "to who?"

"jiminie and taehyungie have been mated since taehyung parents adopted jimin when they were 16. and yoongi and hoseok mated around two years ago when yoongi saved hobi from a fighting ring." you tilted your head at him, with a small smile.

"oh... i didn’t know they already had mates." he admitted sheepishly.

you giggled, shoving his shoulder lightly before turning to walk down the hall towards your room. "let’s go to bed. tomorrow i have to figure out what to do about the job situation."

he followed after you, seemingly deep in thought. "you know... i want you to be my mate."

you practically choked on your own tongue, turning to face him almost as soon as he said it. "really?"

he nodded and shot you a shy smile before walking around the bed towards the right side. he lifted the covers and slipped underneath, patting the spot next to him. "you coming?"

you grinned and flipped the switch to shut the lights off before making your way to the bed. you slipped underneath the heavy covers and immediately scooted as close to the man as possible. "we'll figure it all out in the morning, i promise." he mumbled into your hair.

you nodded and intertwined your fingers with his. you reached up gently played with one of his floppy ears. you ignored the way he smiled up at you and continued running your fingers through his hair. "okay, sleep well gukkie."

he chuckled and rubbed his thumb against your own before lifting your hand to his lips so that he could press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "you too babydoll."

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