#edit: i will block anyone being annoying. shut up Please
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Enough For you
This is the first of what may be a 3-part fic so stay tuned. I had written this fic years ago and have continuously edited it since so I hope you guys enjoy. This fic is based of Olivia Rodrigo's Enough for you so it does get angsty.
Word count: 2k
Summary: How would you cope if the person you thought loved you, truly, wholeheartedly and unconditionally loved you, left you in the dust? Would you think you were enough?
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“Bucky, get up.”
“No.”
“Buck come on.”
“Bucky is not here right now, leave a message.”
Sam scoffs, “One, you already answered, two, this isn’t a phone call, I’m right in front of you. Come on!” Sam grunts while tugging on Bucky’s comforter.
“No, leave me alone.” Bucky whines as he tugs his comforter back up.
“No, you need to go out, get some sun, shower, breathe fresh air.”
“No.”
“Buck, I’m begging you to get your ass outta that bed, you don’t even have to clean the room today, just yourself, please. I know that ass stank, come on.”
Bucky chuckles from under the covers but coughs in between to mask his laughter.
“Wait, did you just laugh?”
“No, it was a cough.” Bucky exaggerated, clearing his throat.
“Yea okay tin man.”
“Fuck off.” Bucky states sternly, the laughter gone from his voice.
“I’ll leave when you get up to shower, promise.”
“Fine!” Bucky yells, throwing off his thick comforter, the one she picked out for him that still smells faintly of her. Everything still smells like her, even his skin if inhales hard enough.
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Bucky stomped off to the bathroom as a smile rose to Sam’s face. Sam just wanted the best for his friend, not that he’d say it aloud though. In the years that Sam had known Bucky, their friendship had grown from Bucky trying to kill Sam when they first met to Buck willingly, sometimes embarrassingly taking advice from Sam and vice versa. Although he hadn’t known him as long as Steve had, he knows the present-day version of Bucky enough to know he blamed himself for his failed relationship. He blamed himself for every inconvenience whether it had to do with him or not. He would shut himself off from anything and anyone, and spiral into a pit of self-loathing and self-deprecation. It sucked, and as much as he loved to annoy Bucky, he cared for him, they were partners in the field and in combat, they watched and always had each other’s backs and through the years they’ve worked together he grew to care for him like a brother. He’d also promised Steve he’d look after him, while he was on his vacation with Nat.
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Sam slowly paced around the room as he waited for Bucky. He had lied, it’d take more than him showering for Same to leave him alone.
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Bucky knows he stinks, he knows he hasn't gotten up from his bed in a week, he knows he hasn’t cleaned his room in about a month. He hadn’t been doing okay for a while now since she left him really. The first week he’d called her day after day only to realize he’d been blocked. By week two he realized she got a new number, he even tried to go to her apartment only to find out she’d already moved out. By the second month Bucky was a shell of who he used to be, he cried himself to sleep almost every night for the first time in almost 70 years. Not only had he lost her from his life, but it was also as if she never even existed. The only proof of their relationship being in the framed photos he’d now shoved into a closet and the occasional reminder from Steve or Sam.
He had no clue where she’d gone, if she’d want to be found although her words made it very clear not to try to go after her, that it wouldn’t have been worth it. But he loved her, and isn’t love worth fighting for? Bucky decided after going on month two that maybe it wasn't. Why should he even believe in love when the one person he was wholeheartedly and unconditionally in love with had left him. Bucky became nothing but a ghost story once again, wallowing in his home with his dark thoughts, his theories, and unanswered questions. As much as he tried to blame her, he always ended up blaming himself 10 times more, it had to have been him, it had to have been his fault.
The hot water did little to soothe Bucky’s aching heart as he stood with his back to the shower. He’s not sure how long he’s been in here, but he hopes Sam has left by now. He heard him moving around at first, but he’s tuned him out since then and doesn’t care to focus his hearing again. He figures he’s been in here long enough when he looks down at his pruned fingers so he begins to wash himself of his week-old grime, maybe he can wash his skin of her, of her taste, of her touch, of her scent. She's been gone 2 months yet she’s still suffocating his senses.
After his shower Bucky flosses and then brushes his teeth 4 times. He looks at his unruly beard in the mirror, she always loved when he’d grow it out. He decides he should shave it; he’s gotten this far why not.
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Fully clothed and now clean, Bucky exits his room to notice Sam still lingering. Before he can even question him, Sam is up,
“Who are you and what have you done to Bucky?” Sam announces.
“Shut up, I did what you asked and then some. You can leave now.”
“Oh really, what are your plans for today?”
Bucky wipes the shock off his face quickly, he hadn’t really thought this far and he most likely was gonna bury himself back in his comforter once Sam left.
“Exactly, you’re dressed, shaved, and you smell okay now so let’s go.”
Bucky rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.
“Go where?”
“You’ll see.” Sam said as he walked towards Bucky’s front door.
“I’m not up for surprises right now, I’ve had enough to last a lifetime.”
If that statement affected Sam, he doesn’t show it, he hands Bucky his leather jacket from the coat hanger and smiles.
“Let’s go, Tin man.”
Buck grabs his jacket and reaches into the bowl by the door for his keys. He rolls his eyes as he passes Sam on his way out. Sam locks up and the two head downstairs.
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An hour into the ride and the silence is slowly killing Sam.
“So…”
“No, I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Fine, can I at least play music?”
“Whatever.”
“Next up on 103.5 and highly requested off the new Olivia Rodrigo album, here is, Enough for you by Olivia Rodrigo.” The radio personnel announced.
I wore make up when we dated
‘cause I thought you’d like me more
If I look liked the other prom queens
I know that you loved before
Tried so hard to be everything that you liked
Just for you to say you’re not the compliment type
Bucky looked at Sam with his arms crossed, “Do we really have to listen to this.”
“Yes, actually since you don’t want to talk. Plus, I happen to like this Oliva girl’s music.” Sam lied as he turned the volume up, he’s never even heard this song.
And I knew how you took your coffee
And your favorite songs by heart
I read all of your self help books so you’d think that I was smart
Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me
I knew from the start this is exactly how you’d leave
Bucky looked at Sam who happily nodded along to the song and rolled his eyes as he slouched down into his seat.
You found someone more exciting
The next second, you were gone
And you left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong
And you always say I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true
‘Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you
Yeah, all I ever wanted was to be enough for you
Bucky sits up straighter at the sound of this verse.
And maybe I’m just not as interesting as the girls you had before
But God, you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more
I’d say you broke my heart, but you broke much more than that
Now I don’t want your sympathy, I just want myself back
Bucky’s eyes started to water as he heard these lyrics, something about them resonating too deeply. Sure, he was free after his deprogramming in Wakanda, and his court mandated therapy helped but when he met her he really started to put an effort toward becoming himself again, who he was in the 40’s, maybe even a better version. He did everything he could to be better for her, to really deserve her considering his past yet it wasn’t enough.
Before you found someone more exciting
The next second you were gone
And you left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong
And you always say I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true
‘Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you
Bucky remained motionless as his thought spiraled and the tear fell smoothly from his eyes. Sam glanced at him, he looked stiffer than usual, almost robotic as Sam had joked one two many times before.
And don’t you think I loved too much to be used and discarded?
Don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?
But don’t tell me you’re sorry, boy, feel sorry for yourself
‘Cause someday I’ll be everything to somebody else
Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe, his vision blurred by tears, he wasn’t even sure if Sam was in the car anymore.
And they’ll think that I am so exciting
And you’ll be the one whose crying
Yeah, you always say I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true
You say I’m never satisfied, but that’s not me, it’s you
‘Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough
But I don’t think anything could ever be enough
Sam glanced over at Bucky again only to notice he was shaking and his breaths were short, he was having a panic attack. He pulled into the nearest rest stop.
For you
Enough for you
No, nothings enough for you
“Bucky, Bucky can you hear me.”
Bucky didn’t even notice the car had stopped, his tears blurred his vision, his chest rising and falling almost as rapidly as the thought swirling in his head.
“It’s me Sam, we’re in my car at a rest stop. I need you to listen to the sound of my voice. Can you do that for me?”
He thinks he hears Sam next to him speaking but he’s not sure, everything sound like her, reminds him of her.
“James, I need you to listen to me okay.”
She was the only one who’d called him James whenever they were together and although he wishes it was her calling his name now, he knows it isn’t her, her voice wasn’t nearly as gruff and deep as Sam’s. Sam, wait that’s who he’s with now, in a car he thinks.
“Okay, James, take a deep breath for me, come on.”
Bucky took in a deep breath.
“1, 2, 3, 4. Good, now exhale. 1, 2, 3, 4. Good, now can you try that again.”
Bucky inhaled again.
1 2 3 4
Then he exhaled
1 2 3 4
Sam noticed the more he focused on his breathing the more he relaxed, no longer holding a stiff robotic posture as tears welled in his eyes.
They sat there for another 5 minutes as Bucky gathered himself.
“I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? We can stop at a motel for a bit if you want.”
“No.” Bucky's voice cracked.
“It’s just-I just. I just don’t get it.”
“You mean, why she left.”
“It was because of me right, it had to be. No matter how many times I replay that night in my head I always end up here.”
“Buck, I hate to break it to you, but you need to snap out of it man. You can’t keep blaming yourself for this. She left you, and I know I don’t know the full story but that’s because every time any of us tries you hid again. But I need you to know it wasn’t you fault she left, no matter what she said to you, in the end it was her decision to leave and I’m sorry you got stuck with the consequences, but this wasn’t your fault.”
There’s a brief silence as Bucky takes in Sam’s words, he really should tell somebody.
“But it was- I, I’m the reason she broke up with me. She told me that night that everything had been a lie, she could never have loved someone like me and that I wasn’t- I could never be enough for her.”
Sam is shocked to say the least, he’d never thought that’s how they’d broken up to be honest and something about it left him unsettled. Although he’d only been in a few relationships he’d witness love before, his parents, his sister and her husband, Tony and Pepper, Clint and Laura, Steve and Nat and Bucky and- he didn’t get it. They were the epitome of love, he didn’t miss the way they looked at each other, the way they talked about each other. Sam felt for Bucky, she had left him in the complete darkness with his thoughts. She knew exactly what to say to leave him utterly and completely shattered and it worked. But that’s what Sam doesn’t understand, she would’ve explained why it had been a lie no? Why she felt the need to make it work for almost 2 years? Sam had just as much questions as Bucky did at this point.
“Bucky, I-“
“Look I appreciate what you’re trying to do but can we not talk about this anymore, can’t we just not talk about this right now.”
“Uh, yea sure. We should probably get back on the road anyways, we have a long drive.”
“Long drive? Sam where are we going?”
Sam pulled out of the rest stop, turning the music up a bit as he continued to drive.
“Sam, so help me-“
“Oh hush, we’re just making a quick stop in Louisiana, and we’ll be back in Brooklyn before you know it.” Sam brushed him off nonchalantly.
“LOUISIANA???!!! You kidnapped me to go to Louisiana.”
“Yes, and it's not kidnapping, you came willingly.”
“I don’t even have a bag or luggage-“
“I packed some of your clothes for you while you took an HOUR in the bathroom.”
“I can’t see Sarah and the kids like this-“
“You’ll be fine, they miss their robot uncle and it’s Sarah’s birthday this weekend.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you too.” Sam smiles.
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AHHHHHH, she's finally here! Please let me know what you guys think, do we want part 2? Are we gonna meet our MC? Does Sam have a crush on Bucky? WHO KNOWS?????
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So.. idk why I had to post this out of the blue, after like,,, a year of being inactive
But well.. here you go
A Bucky Barnes drabble no one asked for and inspired by an instagram edit I can't find now. (If anyone finds it please tell me🫶🏼)
She's the flirty assistant therapist and he's just.. him
Warnings- Swearing and my writing
I ran through the halls as fast as my legs could take me. After missing the first five therapy sessions with the client, I doubt Dr. Raynor would be welcoming me with confetti and open arms. Especially if I'm running half an hour late.
In my defence, I was not trying to get laid with the guy from the bar yesterday. But he was cute, he approached me, was respectful yet charming and he had freaking dimples. Plus, I had busted my ass in the last few weeks for my medical exam. So I deserved the break.
As for the matter at hand now, I checked in with my card, nearly breaking the poor machine and turned around to reach for the 'therapy room'.
Suddenly my vision was blocked and I stumbled into something– someone. Of course, the floor had to be just wiped and wet. Of course, my foot slipped and small gasp rose in my throat when my
body tilted backward of its own accord. I was two seconds away from falling on my ass when a hand shot out and gripped my wrist, pulling me
back up into a standing position.
My eyes were still shut tight, embracing the fall that never came. Thanks to the arm tightly wound around my waist. Someone's light breathing fanned my face softly and I opened my eyes to find a pair of light grey-blue eyes staring at me.
Holy shit.
My breath hitched. Dark, wavy, just the right length hair. A light stubble, eyes the color of ocean, faint veins visible on his neck as he gulped.
I opened my mouth to say something, but shut it before I could embarrass myself. He lightly bit his lip before his hand momentarily tightened around my waist and he released his hold on me, stepping back.
"Running late?" God, he had a sexy voice. He was looking at me, his face relaxed and a half smirk playing at his lips.
A loud bang echoed into the room, startling me. I looked back to see the receptionist giving off apolegic glances at everyone looking at her.
I snapped out of whatever haze I was into. The man was hot but having my ass whooped by Dr. Raynor was not. I cleared my throat and smiled slightly at him, muttering an awkward "Yeah no sorry, thank you."
I quickly rushed past him, brushing our hands while doing so. Damn that was such a hormone-y teenager move. What the fuck was wrong with me?
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I all but barged into the 'therapy room', leaving the door open and expecting to find Dr. Raynor talking with- what was his damn name? James. James Barnes. But all I found was an annoyed looking Doctor, ready to leave, with no client in sight. She glanced at me at my grand entrance and huffed in annoyance. I tried my absolute fucking best to not let the smile slip as Dr. Raynor looked at me -at an weird angle- like an annoyed child.
"Finally decided to grace the room with your presence did you? Both of you?"
Both of us? I turned around to find—
My jaw almost dropped. The man from the hallway. He was looking at me with somewhat of a similar expression I must be giving him. But it quickly turned into a small smirk as his eyes roamed over me.
"Well, hello."
Was that for me or the doc? Who knows. I shrugged and turned back to her. Giving her an apologetic smile and a professional handshake. Which was just me buttering her up and she knew it. I normally wouldn't even give her a glance when I entered the office. We had a kinda friendly relationship that way.
"Doc! Long time no see. How are you?", I tried to cheer her up, giving her the sweetest smile I could muster up.
She just groaned, not falling for my antics. "We'll talk about this later. Bucky." She turned to him, giving him a pointed glare. "Thank you for showing up, I must say. Sit, let's just jump to the point now."
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I couldn't concentrate. At all.
Dr. Raynor wasn't amused. At all.
Bucky didn't mind. At all.
In fact, he seemed to be even less interested in being here than me, if his staring and subtle flirting were any indication.
Dr. Raynor was rambling something about mixing with the outer world, getting out there, and stuff.
"You know," I prompted when she finished and there was an awkward pause. "I do agree with going out there, try having some fun, clubs, bars, fucks, etc, etc.."
The doctor glared at me, oh if looks could kill.
"Sorry, sorry. Unethical dancing venues, unrequited alcohol consumptions, sexual intercourses, etc, etc."
Bucky was looking at me with a smile on his face. He licked his lips slowly and oh god, if I didn't die right there.
Dr. Raynor opened her mouth, looking furious, but Bucky quickly cut her off. "You know, I'm actually kind of feeling better right now, maybe we could stop today's session here? I'll even give you the diary thing next time. I- uh I planned on banging a water park today with Sam, you know- uh, trying to get out there?"
She appeared to have gotten tired of our never ending antics today and just given up. We received a helpless nod.
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"Quite a show, you put on there." Bucky smirked at me as we stepped out of the office together.
I just shrugged and smiled innocently back at him. If he was staring at me back inside, I wondered how I hadn't melted already with all the eye fucking he was doing right now. He knew what he was doing. But I was better.
"Well, technically, I wasn't wrong. Fucking is statistically proven to relieve stress."
"Is it now?" I felt something stir inside me at his tone. Damn it. Why did this man have to be this sexy?
"I'd love to have some options then, Ms. Therapist, do you happen to know anyone?"
"Maybe I do." I shrugged mysteriously. "What's your type, Mr. Barnes?"
"I dunno. Brunette hair, brown eyes, glasses, light freckles, tight jeans and a damn pikachu hoodie doesn't seem bad."
I almost blushed at his description of me. He wasn't smirking at me anymore. More like, assessing me. Damn his hotness.
"Tonight at 8, Apple Bees just down the street. I'm going with my friends if you can make it. Bye, Mr. Barnes." I rushed away before I lost my confidence.
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Chapter 6: Terms and Conditions
Summary: Suna tells you he has learnt your secret and taunts you by saying he'd tell everyone else unless you tutor him. You don't let him get his way, however, and you make a deal with him; a win-win situation.
A/N: I'm taking a bit of a break lmao, i haven't caught up to my own outline and like, classes are getting busier so please bare with me 😭 i'll see if i can post chapter 7 next week but for now, i'm not too sure. chapter 6 gave me an ASS of a writers block
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Your parents are very careful about the family image.
It’s something that’s been hammered into your and your older siblings' brains since you were all very young. Keep your mouth shut, never cause a scene, never antagonize who you shouldn’t antagonize (read: anyone who is of use). All these rules only really boil down to “never stir up trouble for the Asagao Group”.
At first, you hated their—you say ‘their’ but really, your father’s—obsession with the family reputation. You never liked being in the spotlight, under everyone’s scrutinizing eyes.
But now, you’ve never been more grateful for the times your older brother helped keep you in line and taught you self-discipline.
Because if he hadn’t, you probably would have bitch slapped Suna Rintarou after the second time he tripped you this very lovely afternoon.
You were right! He is an absolutely rotten, annoying, infuriating little brat! Granted, you mentioning his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend) yesterday was kind of uncalled for and you didn’t have to say anything at all, seeing as the wound would still be fresh—
Who are you kidding, what wound?! He and his girlfriend only dated for two weeks and the fact that he's so salty about it makes no sense!
It's absolutely VEXING!
You can't count how many times he's tripped you, or accidentally hit your disposable camera with a volleyball, or even done the most mundane but irritating things like randomly scaring you by blowing into your ear. And every time he messes with you, he immediately turns to glance around and raises an eyebrow as if he was expecting something harsher than a "stop doing that" from the captain.
The damn asshole even flicked your forehead when you walked by and did it again for some reason!
What is even his problem?
You shake your head, choosing to just channel your frustration by flipping through the draft posters. “Do we have the photos for the wing spikers, setters, middle blockers, and captain and vice captain?” You ask Nana and Ryuji. The three of you are double-checking your pictures, the shoot having just finished and the team now in the showers.
“We also have shots of Aran-san by himself as the ace.” Ryuji tells you, placing the last of the disposable cameras inside Nana’s camera bag.
“That’s good, we just need ta process the film and then edit the photos digitally.” Nana turns to you, hands on her hips. “Now, should we threaten Suna or should we look for potential blackmail?”
“Blackmail takes more effort so maybe threatening him would be—excuse me, what?!” You shriek. Nana and Ryuji are staring up at the ceiling, hands on their chins, as they are still brainstorming. “NO! None of that!"
Ryuji frowns at you, tilting your head. “Ya always said beating someone up willy nilly won’t do anything so a new approach should be used.”
Arms flailing in front of you in panic, you say, “I didn’t say that second part! I never said that! Where did I insinuate that?!” These two might give you a heart attack one day. No, they’ll definitely make you go into goddamn cardiac arrest! Sure, Suna’s been a little shit to you all afternoon but…
“So ya expect us ta just stand around while that Mr. Bean lookin’ ass messes with ya?!” Nana asks you, hands on her hips as she looks up at you sternly; eyebrows knitted together and lips pursed. “Senpai, I’m tired of seein’ people disrespect ya! That video of ya scolding Suna and those Miya twins already blew up and people are taking it outta context…” Nana stomps her feet, crossing her arms. She’s upset, looks almost close to crying, drastically different from her usually irritated tantrums.
Ah yeah, that video. It wasn’t uploaded by either Suna or that other girl; the video was uploaded by an entirely different bystander and it just showed you scolding, well, everyone you had chastised yesterday. The video is just two minutes long but it managed to go viral throughout the student body anyway, with some students calling you ice cold and criticizing you for bringing up Suna and Erika’s then unknown breakup.
No, you didn’t spend ten entire minutes going through the comments.
“Ah, wait, Nana, please don’t cry—”
You’re interrupted by a slight sob to your right. “The comments are really nasty…” Ryuji adds and you turn to see that he is ALSO upset and close to crying.
“You too?!”
A sigh escapes your lips and you loop your arms through each of their own, so that they’re standing on either side of you and you’re in between them. Nana and Ryuji look up and down at you respectively in confusion. “I appreciate ya guys havin’ my back but I am fine, honest.” You say, looking at each of them with a small frown. “Tell y’all what, I’ll buy ya both fried chicken from our favorite restaurant ta calm both of yer butts. Just, no threatening of any kind please…”
Nana and Ryuji frown at you, glancing at each other as if debating what to do. Soon, Nana sighs, hugging your arm with a pout. “I don’t like their spicy chicken.”
“I like their spicy chicken.” Ryuji retorts.
“We’ll buy both the spicy and non-spicy chicken, please don’t bicker with each other.”
Nana pouts once more, glancing at Ryuji once again. The maroon haired boy glances back at her, silently coming to an agreement.
“Hmm, maybe we should get the photos developed on the way while we’re at it—” You say out loud, too busy thinking to notice Nana and Ryuji’s exchange, when you hear someone call out to you.
Kita emerges from the locker room with the rest of the team behind him, all grouped up in their own smaller cliques. “Ah, Kita!” You say as he approaches, while Nana and Ryuji are blinking in curiosity. You watch him tell Aran and the other third years to go ahead, glancing behind him to see the other members walking towards the exit.
“I have something else to discuss with ya, if ya don’t mind.” Kita says, nodding towards Nana and Ryuji.
“Oh, well, uhm…” You stutter, glancing at the two with uncertainty.
Nana groans. “We can just go tomorrow after school.” She says to you, shoving her hands in her pockets. Ryuji nods beside her.
“We’ll have the photos developed, don’t worry. See ya tomorrow!” He adds.
“Thanks. See ya tomorrow!” You say to them, waving as you watch them walk away, and you turn to look at Kita again, playing with your fingers. The rest of the team finally left, leaving only you and Kita standing outside the gym. “So, what did ya wanna talk about?”
A few minutes earlier…
Suna's plan was very simple.
He just needed to decipher what exactly is the relationship between you and Kita.
However, no matter how many times he messed with you, Kita didn’t even flinch! Their captain only chastised him before he asked if you were okay. And you don’t even react either! Not even a blush or any flustered stuttering. He could have just waited to see how you and Kita interacted with each other. Nothing really ever escapes his observant eye; a hand tucking hair behind your ear, an arm around your waist for a split second, even prolonged eye contact. But that took too long for his liking.
Heck! He’s not even looking for signs of you secretly dating anymore, he’s looking for ANY sort of relationship between you and Kita. Then again, he could mess with their captain to see how you’d react (since you’re probably a bit more expressive than he is) but he does not have a death wish.
He's failing his subjects but he's smart enough to not anger Kita!
"Ya know, Suna, ya don't hav'ta be so mean ta them." Ginjima pipes up next to the middle blocker, pulling off the top of his volleyball uniform. Currently, the entire team is changing back into their regular school uniforms, the photoshoot for the posters done for now.
The locker room is not such a great place to have a "little chat", what with all the body odor you'd expect from athletic teenage boys (showers have NO effect). Suna just wants to change and go home at this point too, his plan to get you and Kita to indirectly fess up proving to be futile. Alas, said plan just landed him a scolding from his teammates who are, honestly, confused.
"Yer normally pretty indifferent, Suna. What did the kid from the Asagao Group do to you?" Aran asks, looking at Suna with a slightly—more than slightly—baffled expression.
"Is Murasaki's senpai really that bad…?" Riseki cuts in, frown on his face and fingers on the buttons of his dress shirt. "I mean, I've ran into them a few times and they seem chill…"
“Nah, Suna’s just being a prick as usual.” Osamu reassures the first year, waving away Suna’s glare boring itself into the back of his skull. "Don't ya follow his example, yeah? Suna's a terrible role model."
"I don't even want to be a role model!"
"Aran-kun is a great example, Riseki, don't waste yer time with Mr. Bean here." Atsumu pipes in, rocketing Suna closer to the verge of an aneurysm, the latter now glaring holes in both their heads.
"Don't mention me in any of yer spats, Miyas, I can't have graying hair at 18!" Aran complains, turning red when Atsumu and Osamu begin to tease him (he really shouldn't have said anything in the first place then).
Suna glances at the space beside Aran and sees Kita silently fixing his uniform, tying his tie with expert precision. Mr. No Gaps Kita Shinsuke. If messing with you wasn't enough to get a reaction out of him, maybe that something between you two wasn't anything special. Which means, Mission Find Kita's Weakness is still ongoing (not aborted, obviously).
The middle blocker freezes when he realizes Kita's eyes are on him now. Maybe it's just him but somehow, the room just got way colder than it did before. Slowly, Kita glances at his back, then looks at Suna again with blank eyes. "Is there something on my back?"
Suna flinches, averting his gaze with poorly practiced nonchalance. "No, there isn't."
Kita doesn't say anything else, just turning back to his locker to continue getting ready.
….
Suna finally emerges from the locker room, safely tucking his phone back into his pocket securely lest he wants to lose it again. Dammit, everyone else left already but he told those one-braincell twins to wait for him while he fetched his phone, those little rats—
"So what did ya wanna talk about?"
Suna freezes and hides behind the wall by the open doors of the gym, back pressed to the cold painted cement as he strained his ears to eavesdrop on your conversation. Who are you talking to? With seemingly no one else around to overhear—?
"I think it’d be nice if we say ‘hey’ to each other, first? We didn’t get ta actually talk the whole time you were here."
Holy crap, is that Kita?
"Heh, sorry sorry, hey. We were just so busy all afternoon."
Did you just giggle?
He knows he could be seen if he takes a little peek but he just can't resist, bending just a little bit so that he can catch a glimpse from behind the wall. There stands you and Kita Shinsuke. Kita had his back slightly turned to the door, so Suna can’t really see his face clearly. But he can see you.
If he could, he would have taken a few HUNDRED shots purely of your face, which was as red as the ripest tomato in the, uh, tomato field or whatever they were called. “I know, thank ya again fer doing this, I know it could be a bother to ya—” Kita starts but you wave your hands frantically in front of you, a frown on your face.
“I-It’s really not! I did say that if it’s you, I wouldn’t mind favors!” You quickly reassure him. Suna raises his eyebrow at this. So you and Kita do talk to each other, you just don’t meet up where people could see you…
Oh, how hella suspicious.
Suna snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you speak again, his interest now more piqued than ever. “Ah, the first posters should be ready by next week, just to remind ya.” You say to Kita, idly crossing your arms. “That way, ya can tell us if ya want anything changed.”
"I'm sure anything ya come up with would be good." Suna sees Kita tilt his head, and judging by your expression, he probably has an endearing expression on his face.
However, Kita's posture deflates and Suna watches as your face falls. "About Suna…" Kita starts and immediately, Suna sees your face sour, eyebrows knitted together and a scowl on your face.
"Ya saw him! He's such a conniving little rat!" ('Conniving little rat?') "I don't think I can really work with someone so deadset on antagonizing me, Kita."
"I'll talk to him." Kita says. "If he doesn't fix his attitude…"
"Ya don't have to, it wasn't like he was gonna ask for my help anyway."
"Well, I'm not going to let him pick on my best friend like that."
Suna's eyebrows raise. Best friend? Just best friends? Well, that's disappointing. Suna thought he'd get some juicy info on your and Kita's secret forbidden relationship that you both cannot show to the school or the public. It would have given him something to tease their captain about AND something to hold over your head! Two birds with one stone! Now that stone is just thrown out the window.
The middle blocker silently clicks his tongue, about to just walk out the gym since this is just a waste of time, when he sees it. The way your body stiffens, your smile tightens, and you stop playing with your fingers. He sees a flash of something akin to disappointment show in your eyes.
Oh?
"Oh, I guess not. You'd never let anyone mess with your friends…" You're sheepish, a hand reaching up to scratch the back of your neck. Your gaze is downcast and Suna watches with rapt attention as you avert your gaze to and from different spots on the ground, avoiding Kita's stare.
Kita lifts his hand up and pats your head, your face burning red now. "Of course I wouldn't let it slide. I love ya too much ta let anyone pick on ya anymore." God, even Suna flinched at that. "You want me ta walk ya home? It's gettin' late."
"No, it's okay. Aran and the others are probably waitin' for ya."
"Then, I'll see ya tomorrow, okay? Get back home safe." With one last pat to your head, Kita walks on ahead, leaving you in front of the gym. You watch him go with a wave and as you slowly drop your hand, you visibly droop.
Suna slowly approaches you, hands in his pockets and blank expression on his face. You don't notice him, your hands over your face. "Kita, why are ya so dense…?"
"I know right, it was painful seeing the two of you skirt around each other." The sound of Suna's voice has you jumping in fright, swinging around to slap whoever snuck up on you in the face. The middle blocker catches your wrist before your palm could make contact with his cheek.
You actually seem shocked when you see that it's Suna, much to his amusement. You're always so cold and poker faced when he sees you that every wayward twitch of your eye or corner of your mouth would never fail to entertain him.
He glances at your wrist, then back at you, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a smirk. "Nice reflexes." He comments, his smirk now morphing into a shit-eating grin at the way your face burns bright red—not in embarrassment, but in anger.
"You little— what— I—!" You stutter over your words. Suna should really test how fast your brain would work after a brief interaction with Kita.
Suna smirks as he bends forward a little to be eye-level with you, and somehow, that feeds your ire even more. He could practically see the steam coming out of your ears. “Easy there, High and Mighty, if I knew you’re startled easily, I would have tapped your shoulder at least.” You both know he wouldn’t. “That was some conversation with Kita, wasn’t it?”
It takes you a few seconds of your brain buffering, but when you do register his words, your mouth drops open and your eyes widen a fraction. ‘You did not.’
Suna’s eyes narrow into something akin to a cat’s, his shit-eating grin returning but this time ten times worse than earlier. ‘Yes, I did.’
“You— ya eavesdropped—?!” You begin to say—shriek, is the correct description, wanting to lift your hands to strangle the living crap out of this foot-tripping, camera-breaking, goddamn-irritating son of a— “Will ya let go of my wrist?!”
“Nope, you’ll run away from me, High and Mighty.”
“Oh, who wouldn’t run away from an eavesdropping little creep— wh— hey! Don’t pull me— OI!”
With a firm tug, Suna pulls you along with him as he starts to walk away from the gym, face blank as he ignores your protests. This guy. This guy, seriously!
Your eye twitches as you look across the table towards the object of your irritation, who’s taking his sweet, sweet time finishing a single ice pop while looking up and down your form at the same time. Of all places, he dragged you to a convenience store, conveniently a few blocks away from Inarizaki High School. There’s not a lot of people in the store. Not that it’s completely deserted, there’s a few part and full timers working behind the counter and in between the shelves, and there’s plenty of people walking around outside the store itself.
How should you say this; there are no other students from Inarizaki here. You noticed this the moment you and he sat down at the table and it puzzled you even more. What in the world is this guy…?
“Well? Aren’t you gonna eat that pork bun I bought you?” Suna goads, interrupting your thoughts. With narrowed eyes, your gaze slowly drops down to the single meat bun situated right in front of you. It’s freshly microwaved, you can still see the slight steam emanating from the white bun and into the colder than necessary air conditioning.
“I’m not hungry.” Is your simple answer, curt and to the point.
“It’s the second best convenience store pork buns in Hyogo.” Is Suna’s simple comeback, now empty ice pop plastic sandwiched between his teeth.
“Oh wow, thank you fer dragging me here and wasting my time ta buy me Hyogo’s second best pork buns.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm and you don’t know if the obvious use of irony just simply flew over his head, but he seemed to revel in the exasperation of your tone.
You see a much older employee’s nostrils flare at your words and a younger one moves to restrain him in the corner of your eye, but you don’t pay them any attention. “What? Do cheap snacks bore you, High and Mighty? Want one wrapped in gold?” Suna asks you, removing the plastic from his teeth with a provoking smirk.
Think “relax” ten times. Think “relax” ten times.
“Ya know what? A meat bun wrapped in gold would have been worth all my wasted time.” You say with a faux smile before your face falls, your expression flat. “What’s yer damn problem, Suna?”
“I have a problem?” He has the gall to ask with a raised brow and a confused frown on his face as if he’s clueless. He also has the gall to actually laugh at your face, which probably looks like you’ve sucked an entire lemon and then some. “Don’t get so pissy, High and Mighty, I just wanted to ask you for something.”
“Then just ask me, instead of dragging me five blocks away from the bus I need ta take to get back home ta ask m—!”
“Be my tutor.”
“THANK YOU for finally getting to the point—what did you just say?”
Suna watches with a wide grin as your eyes widen to the point of being in danger of bulging out, your jaw dropped open for the second time today. This time, however, instead of being livid and scandalized, you only look beyond shocked. You blink once, twice (Suna can practically see the gears trying to turn in your head), before you squeeze your eyes shut as if you feel a headache coming on. “What.”
Suna lifts a finger and says, “Tutor. You. Me.”, as he points at you and then at himself as if he’s explaining the basic concept of colors to a toddler.
“I heard and understood what ya said, you as a concept are just hard to process!” You shriek at him, hitting your fists on the tabletop. “I mean, ya messed with me all afternoon for the HECK of it, it seems like. Then, ya eavesdrop on a private conversation that you had no business being a part of—”
“Well, I WAS the topic of that talk, now wasn’t I? And you did eavesdrop on me and Erika yesterday while we were 'breaking up'.”
“—you shut your mouth, AND, ya feel like ya can have the AUDACITY ta drag me here, at 6:51 PM on a school day, so ya can ask me ta be yer tutor—ya know what, even if someone BEGS me ta teach ya a single math formula, I will not help ya study or give a damn about it! I am not a tutor, alright?! And if you think I would help ya just because Kita asked me ta and I feel bad fer ya, you’ve got another thing comin’!”
Your tone shifts into something resembling the sound of nails against a chalkboard, borderline shrieking at Suna now after slamming your hands against the table. Suna just watches you go on your tirade, chin placed upon his palm and head tilted as he listens.
His other hand sneakily slips into his bag, and he rummages through it as you continue your rant, something along the lines of 'family rules be damned' and 'not even a threat of expulsion could get me ta help yer sorry ass', he's not really sure. "And another thing—!" You start, ready to begin another long tangent of your rant, when Suna pulls out a book from his bag and places it on the table with a deadpan expression.
Eyes narrowed, you eye Suna in suspicion, crossing your arms. "What's that."
Suna, in all his sleepy glory, smirks at you and says nothing; letting you peer down at the cover of the book. Immediately, you notice the pink. After the pink, you notice the characters drawn on the cover. After the characters, you realize oh crap, that's your manga.
"I didn't take you for someone who likes romance. Or someone who's an otaku." Suna finally says, sifting through the pages of 'Love-Hate Relationship With My No-Good, Very Annoying Roommate' with a raised eyebrow. "Look, they're holding hands! How scandalous, I hope that wasn't a spoiler."
"Wh— wait, when did ya—?" You begin to ask but your brain goes back to yesterday to when you crashed into Suna running down the stairs. Because everything happened so fast, you failed to remember the fact that you dropped all your things and hurriedly put it back in your bag. The fact that the very real possibility (and now reality) of Suna Rintarou being the one who found your manga slipped your mind and you are very disappointed in yourself.
"Remember now?" Suna is very annoying when he wants to be. "You know, I was surprised when I saw that you read stuff like this. Not so prim and proper for someone like you. Though, nothing quite shocked me more than this."
Your jaw drops when Suna pulls out a photo from his pocket and you see that it's the photo of you and Kita you tucked between the pages of your manga. "Friends, huh? Childhood best friends, maybe? Though, it's curious why you'd put something like this in a romance shoujo manga."
"I couldn't put it anywhere else safely."
"Righhht, and you saying 'Kita, why are you so dense?'," he does an annoying imitation of your voice, "is just you being curious."
You're quite speechless and if Suna was elated at your expression earlier, the way your mouth opens and closes like a fish and your eyes dart from him to the photo to him again makes him manic. "You weren't slick about it or anything." He shrugs. "It was pretty obvious with how you talked and looked at him. I'm surprised someone could like Kita that way, if I'm being honest."
Suna bends forward to peer at your face better. Your reaction to the next thing he's going to say is something he needs to see. "But, judging from everything earlier, he doesn't feel the same way, now doesn't he?"
Oh, you look livid. Like the final nerve has been stepped on. Your face is now red from both embarrassment AND irritation, glaring daggers right through Suna. He continues before you can respond. "Maybe we should ask him. See what he thinks of you, shouldn't we?"
It's then that your eyes narrow and your stare becomes even more scathing. "Ah, I get it." Suna raises an eyebrow. "If I don't tutor ya, ya tell Kita and everyone else that I like him?" The thought of that makes you want to vomit (the whispers without it annoy you enough) but you can't let it show on your face.
"What? I would never." Suna doesn't sound genuine. "Annoy you endlessly with the fact that he doesn't reciprocate? Sure."
This guy seriously. You grit your teeth and close your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek. You've had someone try to get the upper hand on you and you outsmarted them before. You can do it again.
"Hmm… spreading rumors ain't my thing but," it's your turn to shrug, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and peering up at Suna with cold eyes, "if I said that yer a pervert who felt up my legs once while going up the stairs, that would raise some eyebrows, now wouldn't it?"
"Wha—and who would believe that?"
"I dunno, would ya like ta find out?" You give him a saccharine grin, eyes closed and head tilted. "Even if my reputation is shit, my words still hold a bit of influence, ya know?"
If Suna wants to play this game, then you'll play too.
The tension increases between the two of you as you and Suna stare at each other with challenging gazes, the air surrounding you growing even colder than the air conditioning of the convenience store. It's now your turn to revel in the way Suna's eyebrow twitches and his lips pull back in an annoyed frown.
There's also a small vein popping on his forehead that you almost find amusing until a loud sigh escapes his lips, making you wince and tense at the noise. His glare is gone almost instantly, replaced by a impassive glare as he leans back in his chair.
"Okay. What about a deal?"
You blink at his sudden change of attitude, immediately confused. "Huh?"
"Deal. Me. Yo—"
"Stop dumbing things down for me!"
"Let's make a deal." Suna crosses his arms and leans back further into his chair. "You help me pass midterms, I help you woo Kita."
You can't help but scoff at his proposal, mirroring his stance. "Help me woo Kita? Ya can't even keep a girlfriend for more than a week."
"At least I can get into a relationship without endlessly pining for them first." Suna says and you resist the urge to hit the middle blocker in the face with the meat bun in front of you. "It's a simple transaction. I receive good grades and no longer have the possibility of being benched, and you receive… Kita's love and affection or whatever."
The idea of outright rejecting the offer is so tempting to you right now. Why would you agree to spending a second longer with someone like Suna Rintarou? That's your reasoning.
However, the idea of accepting the offer is just as tempting to you right now.
Your feelings for Kita were a secret you kept close to your heart, and one you never plan on telling anyone else except for Kita himself. If you were to let go of an opportunity like this, you'd never forgive yourself.
"How exactly are ya gonna help me 'woo' Kita?" You ask dubiously, tilting your head.
"You call the shots. Help me help you and I'll help you help me." When he sees you raise an eyebrow, still doubtful, he sighs again and clasps his hands together, placing his elbows on the table. "What's stopping you from confessing to him? Does he have a girlfriend? Do his parents not like you? Do you not have experience—?"
"That's not the point!"
Suna pauses at your outburst, his eyes widening for the first time this entire exchange. Your face is red and your eyes are wide. It's almost like you're just as shocked at your own outburst as well. "Uhm. What. What I mean is. Is uhm."
Suna blinks a few times before it finally clicks in his mind and he gives you an infuriating lazy smirk. "Oh. Oh, I see. You've never had a boyfriend before." He says and the way your blush grows brighter is enough to tell him he has hit the nail on the head. "Holy shit, you really haven't!"
"I-It's not somethin' ta laugh about!" You retort, feebly trying to defend yourself but Suna lets out a slight laugh anyway, breathless with disbelief. "I'm serious!"
"I know you're serious, High and Mighty, but—this is gold, oh my god, I WISH I took a picture of that face." Suna says as he wipes an imaginary tear from his eye, irritating you even more if that was possible. "You need to be more assertive! No guy—not even Kita—is going to date you if you just stare at him longingly from a safe distance as his 'best friend'."
Suna pauses. "If I can even call you guys that, I barely even see you guys interact at school, so that's another -1." He leans forward again and jabs a finger at you. "If you want Kita to notice you, you have to make the first move."
You're silent for a few seconds, your eyes darting down to the floor as you wring your hands together, back hunched over. "I… I don't know how ta make the first move."
Your voice is soft, almost vulnerable; so much so that it makes Suna's brain freeze in its tracks.
"Or the move after that. Or the one after that. Or the one after that…" Your carefully constructed facade crumbled slowly. "I don't… know how to be in a relationship. So I don't think I would ever be a good girlfriend for Kita, if ever. So I never confessed."
Suna's eyes widen and you scowl at the flash in his eyes, averting your gaze. "Pity doesn't suit ya, Suna, so just— just forget about everything I said. Or laugh, it was pathetic."
He does neither, leaning forward instead. "Then how about we practice?" He suggests casually, tilting his head at you.
"What?!"
"Practice. Me. Yo—," you grab the meat bun in front of you and raise it, "OKAY, OKAY, I'LL STOP, PUT IT DOWN. What I'm saying is I'll help you practice making a move on Kita, and we'll keep that ball rolling." Suna looks up for a second to think. "I'll be… teaching you how to be a girlfriend in a sense. We'll essentially be tutoring each other."
You're hesitant but this just became a really good deal (to you, at least). Right now, someone who's been in relationships before is sitting right in front of you. Not the best source of experience, considering his romantic track record isn't the best, but at this point; you're desperate.
If practice goes well… you might actually be able to confess to Kita.
"I-If we're doing this, we hav'ta establish ground rules!" You turn, digging through your bag to pull out your pen and a piece of paper.
Suna deadpans at you. "Ground rules?"
You glare back at him. "Terms and conditions. You know, boundaries?" You clarify.
He rolls his eyes but shrugs in resignation nevertheless. "Okay, I can play along with that." At his words, you begin to write.
"Firstly, no one should know about this deal, especially Kita. If I found out ya tell anyone else about this, god forbid those Miya twins, yer dead to me." You say sternly and Suna raises his hands to placate you.
"I wouldn't."
"I'm serious."
"Yes, got it."
You roll your eyes and begin writing the next rule. "Secondly, no half-assing lessons. I'm not wasting my time on someone who won't take their studies seriously in the first place."
"Well, same goes for you. I'm not gonna help anyone who's going to back out in the end get into any relationship." Suna shoots back, giving you an unamused stare and you nod.
"Deal. Thirdly, no making fun of Kita OR me."
"What does that—?"
"Yer mean most of the time."
Suna shuts his mouth, averting his eyes, before nodding his head and closing his eyes. "Fair enough." He says and you smirk, continuing to write.
"Next, no kissing."
Suna raises an eyebrow at that. "Don't you want to learn how to be a bit intimate with Kita?"
"I just—I want my first kiss to be with Kita, as sappy as that sounds." You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, ignoring the way Suna judges you. "First kisses are magical to me, okay?!"
"I don't see the appeal." Suna deadpans.
"You mean yer first kiss wasn't anything like that?" You ask, tilting your head. "Not like, chu~ kyaa~, like that?"
Suna cringes at your description but he thinks back to his first kiss nonetheless. His first kiss… when was his first kiss? Last year—
(Ruby red nails dig into his skin. Pink lips on his, confiscating his ability to breathe. Chartreuse eyes that once felt like a dream felt suffocating, suffocating, suffocating—)
"Nope." Suna answers simply, nonchalant. "Just a quick peck, on the lips, and then it was done."
"How romantic. As romantic as a chalkboard."
"Moving on, what's next?"
You look down at the paper, tapping the end of your pen on your lips. "No falling in love." Your words cause Suna's eyebrows to shoot straight up, a frown decorating his face.
"Sorry, High and Mighty, you're not my type." You glare at him back.
"You ain't mine either. Yer the best one fer this because yer the least likely ta develop feelins' for someone like me anyway." You start to explain, serious. "However, developing feelings will jeopardize our deal, so it's better if we remind ourselves. The mere exposure effect is a real thing."
"If it's real, then why hasn't Kita fallen for you yet?" Maybe if you throw your bag in his face, he'll finally quit being such a pain in the ass. The glare you send him physically makes him flinch.
"Smart enough ta know the exposure effect but not smart enough ta not flunk, my god." You mumble under your breath, loud enough for Suna to hear. He glares at you at your words. "Okay, I think that's it. Let's sign it."
Suna begrudgingly takes the paper you hand him after you sign your name at the bottom of the paper, skimming over the contents with a nonchalant glare.
Operation Help You Help Me
Rule 1: Deal should be TOP SECRET (especially to the Miya twins)
Rule 2: No half-assing lessons.
Rule 3: No making fun of Kita, bitch
Rule 4: No kissing
Rule 5: No falling in love
If rules are broken, if Suna fails midterms, or if Kita graduates without confession,
deal is off.
The title at the top of the paper makes him snort with derision, much to your chagrin. "'Operation Help You Help Me'? Seriously?" It's a silly name to him, like that of a grand plan of the main cast in a kids' TV show.
"Yes, it's a stupid name. Maybe we should change it. What about 'Secret Friends Society'? Or maybe 'Shut the Hell Up and Deal With It'?" Your sarcasm is too heavy for Suna to pretend to ignore.
"Okay, fine, damn, you're so hard to please." Suna grumbles as he signs his name next to yours on the paper, handing it back to you. The saccharine smile that starts to form on your face is starting to annoy him.
"Hey. If ya didn't try ta blackmail me, I would have agreed to tutor ya." You mock, smirking at the now openly irritated Suna, who tries to keep a forced smile on his face.
Suna's eyebrow twitches. He leans forward and places his elbows on the table, a subtle sign that he's not backing down and he's certainly not in your debt. "Looking forward to working with you, High and Mighty."
Crossing your legs, you giving Suna a closed eyed, sweet smile, mirroring his position. Lifting the meat bun to your mouth, you grin. "Likewise, Suna Rintarou."
The start of a deal. The start of a contract that will last for as long as Kita is in school.
His yellowish gray eyes meet your own.
What will become of the two of you at the end of the year?
….
"Wow, these meat buns are good."
"And you doubted me earlier."
A/N: and i thought chapter 5 was the longest LMAO i hope you enjoyed this chapter. you and suna finally make the deal, what shenanigans shall you stir up in the next chapters?
I changed the Fujiwara Group to Asagao Group bc, upon further research which i didnt do initially, theres something called the Fujiwara Group already and THIS FIC IS NOT AFFILIATED OKAY PLS DONT HATE ME 😭
#suna x reader#haikyuu x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou x reader#suna x female reader#haikyuu x fem!reader#miya atsumu#miya osamu#please teach me how to be a girlfriend#shu writes
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WHAT NOT TO DO WHEN INTERACTING WITH MY BLOG - Customizable Edition
BASICS !
Name / Alias: Kelpy, though you may also know me as Newt or Ven!
Pronouns: they/them, though I'll also accept she/her since I'm not out among family
Blog type: single muse | Multi-muse | non selective | semi selective | selective | mutuals only | private | other
Type of muses: canon | OCs | both| other (specify)
GENERALITIES !
Triggers people MUST tag: Dolls, specifically porcelain and BJD. Lifelike dolls as well; toys like barbie are fine.
Interest tracker / checker: I have it and it’s mandatory | I have it, it’s not mandatory but I’m more likely to follow back / interact with the people who fill it | I have one and I prefer it if people fill it in | I have it but it’s up to people whether to fill it or not | I don’t have one | other (specify)
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Rule passwords: I have one and it’s mandatory | I have one and it’s optional | I don’t have one | I send passwords | don’t sent passwords
3-5 ESSENTIAL RULES PEOPLE HAVE TO RESPECT
I have no sleep schedule, please don't try to match my reply speed bc I reply immediately a lot of the time and do not expect people to do the same.
Mutuals mean mutuals only.
I'm small and anxious so I tend not to reach out first a lot of the time; I promise I don't bite though so you should definitely just kick in my inbox and forcibly befriend me. I promise I'll be happy about it.
Sometimes I'm like a rat terrier with a rat about subjects; if you're tired of hearing about it just tell me to shut up lmao. autism means I don't always recognize the cues and need to be told straight up that I'm doing a thing
I'm just a small seaweed, please be gentle
3-5 IMPORTANT PET PEEVES TO KEEP IN MIND
Despite my best attempts, I promise I'm not stupid. Please don't treat me like a child; lmao I had an ex friend treat me like I was an idiotic 5 year old at a con once bc we got separated and never have I wanted to punch someone so badly. Don't condescend to me. If you do chances are I'll go silent and you'll never hear from me again.
Acting like I owe you my time! I'm always willing to interact and yell w/ people, I promise! I'm really excited to interact with people at all times, but more than once I've had other muses both IC and OOC act like I/my muse owed them all of my time and energy and that always ends in a block.
Please be legible posts lmao. I have bad eyesight, don't make it worse.
2-5 THINGS THAT WILL LEAD TO INSTANT (SOFT)BLOCKING
Lack of respect. Treating me like I'm an idiot/child, or not respecting my time.
Not actually giving me equal effort. I absolutely do not expect anyone to match my length and definitely not my reply speed lmao but if I give you a couple paras, please don't slap down one line and call it good. UNLESS you can give me enough to work with in said line for a reply. (Legit once had someone reply to a ten para starter with two lines and MAN did that kill a muse.)
Harassing me/friends over people they're RPing with or ships we have. If someone is genuinely dangerous that's one thing, then sure lemme know privately but showing up on anon or posting vagues about it doesn't get you the result you think it does.
2-5 THINGS THAT LEAD ME TO UNFOLLOW / SOFTBLOCK A MUTUAL / SOMEONE I INTERACT WITH
Yoinking my icons/other stuff. Unless otherwise specified, I make everything myself. I've had icons drawn specifically for me by friends as a bday gift stolen more than once in other fandoms, and it's annoying.
Forceshipping. I promise, I'm super easy to ship with; I see two characters interact once and my brain's already going "hey what if they kiss tho" within three posts if they have the chemistry for it so if you're interested then just say so! Forcing it when I/the muse clearly aren't interested tho, no pls.
Not tagging things, or being an asshole about people politely requesting you tag a trigger for them. Your blog so if you don't wanna tag triggers alright, but don't be a dick about saying no.
2-5 REASON YOU DON’T FOLLOW (BACK) SOMEONE
I don’t know your muse, our styles wouldn’t click, or I’m not a fan of a lot of the content you post. I like to keep my dash clean with people I know and those I can see myself writing with.
I know you from before and you’re someone I haven’t had good interactions with. I've been in many fandoms on tumblr in the last decade or so in the RP comm, and surprise I do in fact recognize distinct rp styles; if you're known for being a predator or anything in another fandom, there's a high chance I know and I've been there to watch it happen. I know who you are, you aren't fooling me with a new blog and a new alias.
I didn’t see you follow; tumblr's bad at doing it's job so I may not have noticed. Or I did, but you're a personal with an RP sideblog and didn't post anywhere where your RP blog is so I don't know there's an RP blog to follow.
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Hero of the Swamp (Shrek x Jaskier)
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Pairing: Shrek x Netflix!Jaskier (Julian Alfred Pankratz/Dandelion)
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2893
POV: Third
Summary: After being left on the mountain, Jaskier finds himself lost in the swamp and in need of warmth and comfort.
Note: Y’all can thank @spielzeugkaiser and their amazing art for this. Sorry for the sloppy edit, but I really was not going to put even more time into this sinful work.
Tags: I’ve been a bad boy daddy forgive me father fore I have sinned, pre-movies Shrek, post-mountain Jaskier, angst, fluff, Shrek’s huge dong, size kink, cum shower, monster cock, blowjobs, rimming, cum eating and Shrek has emotions ok
The growls of monsters lurking in the forest rolled over the muddy forest grounds and reached Jaskier’s icy ears. He shivered in both terror and response to the temperature. He told himself he could get off that mountain on his own, but who was he kidding? His frigid ears caught something in the dark. The bard bolted off the path, then later found himself in the middle of nowhere, chilled to the bone, disoriented, and, to be honest, frightened.
He was looking for a path, but even that seemed to not be present anywhere in the vicinity. Jaskier rubbed his trembling hands together and walked on. Jaskier thought he should at last find some shelter from the wind. Just as he was about to settle for a random tree, he noticed light in the distance, warm like fire, inviting him and promising warmth and shelter.
The fatigued bard all but ran towards it, the signs around the perimeter unnoticed in the dark. His boots sunk into the mud of the swamp, but he had his eyes set on the house-like structure in the middle of the swamp. He could not believe anyone wanted to live in this stinky place, but right now this someone was about to be his saviour. Once at what he assumed to be the door, he knocked on it. When there was no answer he knocked again. There were some angry, heavy footsteps, before the door opened.
Before him stood a massive humanoid, skin green like peas, frame built like Geralt who preferred cake over his nasty potions. “Eh, good evening, sir,” Jaskier tried. If it was living in a house, it must be intelligent to some extent… right? “Could you please spare some place for a weary traveller?” The green creature did not look nice, even without its facial expressions. Some tension left its body after the question. Jaskier recognised it as a hint of confusion. “I’m afraid I’ll freeze to death if I don’t warm myself by a fire.”
“No, get out of my swamp,” the creature spoke. It sounded like it was from Skellige. It was about to retreat into its home, but Jaskier put his foot between the door.
“Please, I’ll die out here,” he spoke dramatically, hoping for pity so he’d have a roof over his head tonight. He was not sure if he should try his luck with this creature, but at least it could speak. Wraiths had said less words, before trying to slice him.
“Not my problem. Get out of my swamp. The only way you get close to my fire is when I roast you over it.”
“Oh please, you don’t mean that.”
Jaskier had barely finished speaking, when the green man grabbed him by his doublet and pulled him close. His breath stank of swamp water and fish. His mouth was wide and Jaskier was pretty sure he would fit inside there. The bard felt like he should be terrified, but underneath a thin layer of leather and cloth, there was warmth radiating off pear skin. He wanted to lean into it, thaw. What inhibited his survival skills further, where those eyes glaring into his. Under bushy eyebrows rested two brown pools of warm broth. He heard the green man roar into his face that he needed to leave, because he was an ogre and he was going to eat him, but it was hard to believe him.
Within those eyes that were so close to his, the ogre told the story of a creature that wanted to be alone, because alone was safe, alone was comfortable, alone was all he was used to. Jaskier never knew that, but after today, he understood why one would think that.
“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.”
It stung, more than anything had caused him to ache in ages. Jaskier could feel the urge to never make friends again, never love again, never lust after one he could not have. However, he refused. It was pain that made life worth living. Without pain, bliss did not feel as good as it did. The rain made sunlight so much more appreciated. The cold made fire so much more precious. The monsters made the witcher so much more valuable.
The human knew this, but the ogre holding him up by his doublet did not. Jaskier had wished for pity, but he pitied the other now. He clumsily threw his arms around the ogre and hugged him tightly. The ogre stopped yelling at him. Jaskier could feel the muscles against his body tensing up. The hand holding him loosened and he threw his legs around the ogre too, holding on and hugging him tightly. “You don’t have to be alone. I don’t fear you,” Jaskier spoke gently.
“I am an ogre.”
“And if you were really malicious I would not still be breathing. Please, just for one night. There are all sorts of dangers out in these swamps, especially at night. I just want to stay alive.”
Jaskier could hear the ogre letting out a long sigh. “Fine,” he spoke, “but you have to be gone tomorrow.” Jaskier let him go, but not after planting a delighted kiss on the rough skin of the ogre’s cheek.
“Thank you so much,” the bard exclaimed. He slipped inside, before the ogre could change his mind. The inside of the hollowed out tree looked cozy. It stank like hell, but he was in the middle of the swamp; what did he expect? “Do you like music? I have little to give you, but I am a bard.” Jaskier held up his lute as he grabbed the chair that had no food in front of it. One look at the giant slug on a plate and he was pretty sure he did not want to have any food. Jaskier pulled the chair a little closer to the fire and sat down with his lute in his lap. It seemed rather strange that there were two hand-crafted chairs, while the ogre seemed to be so keen on being alone. “Oh and you can call me Jaskier, by the by. What may I call you, my hero from the swamp?”
The ogre looked at him a little annoyed as he closed the door and sat back down to finish his dinner. “Uh… Shrek. You can play, but don’t sing.” Jaskier let the name roll off his tongue, before playing a calming tune. He didn’t speak, just let his fingers do their thing as he processed all that happened during the day, well it was actually more just those few minutes that haunted his mind. Each one of Geralt’s words cutting into his soul. “Eh… Jaskier?” Jaskier was pulled from his thoughts when Shrek spoke his name. He shook his head, before looking at Shrek. “You don't seem to be… you… you seem sad, well, what I mean is… I never heard such a depressing tune.”
Jaskier faked a smile. “My apologies, good sir. I’ll play you a happier tune, if you wish.” He diverted his eyes to the fingerboard, blinking away the tears he suddenly noticed pooling in his eyes.
“No, you don’t have to. I prefer silence, anyway.” Jaskier looked up and noticed Shrek had finished eating. He stood up and started cleaning up. “You can sleep on my good chair.” Jaskier followed the ogre’s gaze to the fauteuil in the corner. He nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He had slept on forest floors with Geralt. This was more luxury than a regular day with the witcher.
Shrek had some board and card games, which he seemed to enjoy to play. Jaskier wondered if Shrek usually played these games on his own or if he hosted guests more often. Neither seemed likely, since the games seemed to have gone untouched for at least a decade, if not longer. They shared a few laughs. Shrek turned out to be more fun company than Jaskier would ever have expected from an ogre. His jokes were terrible and sometimes a little insensitive, but he so clearly meant well. It was clear Shrek was not used to talking or any social interactions. He spoke like a young man still trying to figure out what was socially acceptable to say and what was not. Still, he was trying and Jaskier welcomes the vivid chatting.
When they got tired, Jaskier curled up on the comfortable fauteuil by the fire. Shrek had draped a shirt of his over the human. It stank and was dirty, but it was warm and Jaskier was still low key afraid of getting kicked out to sleep in the mud, so he didn’t voice a single word of complaint. In the silence of the night with no one to talk to, words that were already spoken returned to his mind. Jaskier tried to block them out, but they bit at his brain, keeping him awake and drawing tears from his eyes. He curled further in on himself, trying to stay quiet as he sobbed into his hands. It just hurt so much to be discarded like he was nothing but a nuisance. Was that all he was? He was sure his songs brought joy in taverns, but right now the unlikely and unrealistic idea that everyone just pretended to have a good time was so overwhelming.
The bard flinched when he felt a huge hand on his shoulder and arm. He looked up to find Shrek hanging over him in nothing but his smalls. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the ogre clearly wasn’t good with words. “I’m fine, Shrek,” Jaskier lied as he wiped the tears off his face, “I’ll just find the nearest town tomorrow and fuck the pain away.” The words had already left him, when he realised how that might sound. “And I’ll do that tomorrow, not because I think you’re hideous, quite the contrary, you might be the most handsome ogre to ever exist, but I just assumed you would not be interested in having sex with a human… male. Human male, doesn’t seem your taste, but it could be, I wouldn’t judge you. How could I? You’ve been a most generous host! I…”
Jaskier almost suffocated as Shrek’s palm covered the entirety of his face. He got the hint and just shut up. Shrek slowly let go of his face, allowing him to breathe again. Jaskier looked away, cheeks red. He was blabbering nonsense to an ogre who preferred peace and quiet. He guessed it was time to sleep in the mud outside, however, Shrek wasn’t yelling at him… yet.
“So you just have sex and that helps you feel better?” Jaskier nodded slowly. “I wouldn’t mind helping you feel better. It is not like I have had lassies lining up in the swamp… or lads.” He laughed a little awkwardly, making Jaskier laugh too. He took hold of one of Shrek’s huge fingers with two of his, by comparison, tiny hands.
“Oh Shrek, you are such a wonderful host. You really do not have to do this though. I will still want to visit you again, even when you don’t want to fuck my brains out, just so I don’t have to think about some brutish asshole.” Shrek gave him a long look, before enclosing his hand around Jaskier’s waist and lifting him off the fauteuil.
“It’s not just for you. It’s for me too.” And Jaskier wanted to read into those words, figure out the ogre with complicated feelings, but he had no willpower to. Shrek’s bed was firm, almost hard like a plank. It smelled like him, like onions and mud and firewood. Shrek tried to undress him, but his huge fingers couldn’t get a grip on Jaskier’s complex clothing. Jaskier smiled kindly at him, helping him without even needing to look at any button. “Can I kiss you?” Jaskier didn’t even reply. Instead he pulled Shrek’s head down. It was an awkward kiss. Shrek’s mouth was way too big and neither of them were very coordinated in the moment.
When his clothes were mostly off and Jaskier was left in his smalls, Shrek kissed down his body, his huge tongue lapping at his skin and Jaskier could hear him enjoy the taste. He hummed to signal his pleasure, letting the ogre go about his business. Shrek pulled off his smalls and to Jaskier’s complete surprise, the ogre took his cock in his mouth. Jaskier whimpered, hands grabbing the sheets. Everything about Shrek was big, including his mouth. Even when the ogre sucked him to full hardness, Jaskier still didn’t feel the back of the ogre’s throat. Shrek sucked in his balls at well and Jaskier almost cried from the pleasure of having his cock and balls inside a warm mouth.
When Shrek let Jaskier go, his length was hard, red and leaking. Jaskier barely had time to recover, before he felt that glorious tongue on him again, this time licking over his hole. Whispered pleas left his lips as he imagined that tongue inside of him. Then a thought crossed his mind. If everything about Shrek was big, what about his dick? Jaskier had seen the ogre’s hands and one finger was already bigger than the average cock. While he normally was down to go big, the imaginable size of Shrek’s dong low key terrified him.
His mind had no opportunity to freak him out completely, because Shrek’s tongue entered him and the feeling was so, so good. Jaskier moaned as big green hands spread his cheeks and thick wetness penetrated him. “Ah… ah Shrek I hate to be a uh… fuck!” The bard trashed his arms around when his new found friend started to stroke his cock at the same time. “I’m gonna cum! Way too soon, I know! Sto..aahh...” His whole body tensed as he spilled all over himself. Shrek was unrelenting. As the bard’s cock was spent, he still had his tongue inside him, pressing at the right places and wiggling around so talentedly. “Stop, stop, stop, it’s too much, really, too much.”
Jaskier was out of breath, head fuzzy with post-orgasmic bliss. His whole brain short-circuited as Shrek’s tongue licked over his torso, cleaning him off all the cum he had spilled over himself. “Are you all right?” The green-skinned sex machine inquired with innocent eyes that did not match the absolute tent in his smalls.
“Say, Shrek, will I die if I swallow ogre cum?” Jaskier almost laughed at Shrek’s expression. It was a ‘yes, no, maybe’. “Ok fine, but I will suck you off still.” The human pushed at the ogre, cornering the larger frame against the opposite wall, before getting on his knees.
“With all due respect, Jask, I don’t think you can fit me anywhere.” Jaskier didn’t listen, pulling down Sherk’s white smalls in spite of knowing the ogre was probably right. As soon as 12 inch of green cock basically slapped him in the face, Jaskier knew he was in way over his head. Still, he was confident that if he tried, he could still fit the head inside his mouth. With Shrek still assuring him he did not have to do this, Jaskier started licking all over Shrek’s length. The taste was not as bad as he feared. In fact, the more he licked, the more he started to like it. Jaskier made out with the head of Shrek’s cock, fucking the slit with his tongue. Shrek was holding his shoulder, occasionally squeezing a little as he moaned. And oh were those delicious moans, primal, guttural, deep and vibrating through Jaskier’s entire body.
The human tried many times, but he couldn’t slip the monster cock inside his mouth. He was resilient though and kept trying, while stroking the rest of the green length. He was so caught up in his quest that he didn’t hear Shrek telling him how close he was. He made a disappointed sound as he was forcibly removed from the cock in his mouth. Jaskier crawled back up the bed and stretched out his body. “Cum on me,” he wantonly moaned and Shrek did not disappoint. Jaskier had to close his eyes and mouth as he got showered in thick, beige cum. He never had felt this dirty, but it was a good kind. He wished he could have taken Shrek in his ass. He could’ve been so full.
Once Shrek had stopped groaning, Jaskier dared to open his eyes. He could see guilt already spreading over Shrek’s face. He must have been a sight, so much smaller than Shrek and absolutely drenched in his cum. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve always fantasised about being showered in cum. Just never thought that all that cum would come from a single person.”
Shrek let out a relieved sigh and helped him wipe some cum off his face so it wouldn’t get into his mouth or eyes. “I’ll prepare you a bath,” he spoke gently, surprising Jaskier with the thoughtfulness. His eyes followed the ogre as he put his breeches on and moved out to probably get some fresh water. A laugh escaped Jaskier as he stared at the sticky substance covering his skin. Who would’ve thought that the swamp could’ve been so pleasant?
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Third gym squad with a theater kid s/o:
Kuroo Tetsurou
Tbh, he knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you.
He’s just not used to it, because he doesn’t have many extroverted friends who aren’t annoying pieces of-
I can envision you both going on the hub to watch pirated musicals. Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, you name it.
He loooves your singing voice, even if it’s your nervous purposely bad one.
You love the musicals that include allll the good stuff (trauma, death, tragedy, etc.)
Or the iconic ones. You can’t forget about those.
So you’re less-than-thrilled when your school chooses “Honk! The Musical” for this years play.
It’s a spin off of the ugly duckling that no one has heard of.
And when you come up to Kuroo sulking about this boring play you’re emotionally obliged to do, he can’t help but laugh a little.
But his laughter stops when he sees your eyes down at your shoes.
And then he shuts the fuck up because you’re actually upset.
After assuring that you will still be Broadway material even if you’re dressed up as a goose, you feel a little better.
In the two weeks leading up to auditions, Kuroo is starting to get caught humming “A Poultry Tale” at practice.
I mean, his Spotify feed went from Kendrick Lamar to Legally Blonde within one month of dating you, so cut the guy a break.
The day of auditions, you’re a bundle of nerves as you go over the dumb song again and again.
And Kuroo is like “calm down babe you’re gonna do great.”
That sure did a ton.
“Shut up Heather”
...
“Sorry Heather”
He’s also a bundle of nerves at practice, though. He just couldn’t let you see it.
By now, all of the Nekoma team knows you’re auditioning today, and the minute he walks in he just holds up a hand.
“They’re auditioning as we speak”
He’s not surprised when you get the lead.
He looks like the cat who ate the canary he’s a little amused when he figures out the lead is named “Ugly” but by now he has learned to keep it on the inside.
Your schedule is now jam packed, but that’s okay, because Nationals are also coming up for Kuroo and needs to put in some extra hours at the gym anyways.
You better believe two months later Kuroo is making his entire team buy a ticket.
Kuroo didn’t even get to see you on opening night because of dress rehearsals, but that’s okay.
He cleared his entire schedule that day and now has time to wallow in his own excitement and buy you some flowers.
He’s there with the squad team at 6PM sharp, dressed up, and trying to keep his dignity.
When you first walk on stage, the team snickers a little bit at your costume, but Kuroo was completely enraptured by your singing voice, your blocking, your makeup, everything.
This was much better than the demo CD that they had given you.
Afterwards, he gives you your flowers and is glued to your side for the rest of the night, babbling about how proud he was of you, and how talented you are, Nekoma team be damned.
Tsukishima Kei
Tsukki-poo already had a soft spot for the arts before he met you.
Not that he would tell anyone, ever.
When you started dating him though, it gave him an excuse to share his favorite soundtracks.
“you can hit that note, you know.”
*cue the arguing about how you aren’t Barbara Streisand*
When you two are walking through the hallway with him and you see the poster reading “Auditions for Karasuno High School’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ are open!” You start freaking out.
You love that movie! And Kei tolerates it!
Kei honestly thought you would be Ariel/Prince Eric when he first heard you singing “Part of Your World”
Like, you have the voice of a fucking lark. The directors have to be batshit crazy not to cast you.
In his humble opinion.
So he’s a bit taken aback when you get the role of Flounder, but he’s very proud anyways. Especially after you explain that there’s musical numbers that you’re in that aren’t in the movie.
He just hates your director for no reason now.
Practicing your lines with him in your free time becomes almost inevitable because you both have nothing else better to do.
And he can see how into it you are.
And let me just say that you are killing it.
Seriously. You have no problem getting into character, and Kei doesn’t say this much but-
It’s fucking adorable, okay? He has little goth moths in his stomach.
And he can’t wait to see the show, because then he can show you off.
That doesn’t mean he likes the other first years prying at your progress.
Hinata’s incessant questioning about theater anatomy and the memorization of your lines gets really annoying.
Even for someone with a normal temper like you-
“Yes it’s called the right wing. NOT wing spiker. Yes they’re off book. Now will you shut your trap already?”
Dress Rehearsals come, and you’re spinning around his room, face morphing from complete concentration to happy, go-lucky Flounder.
You, Kei, and Yamaguchi (your little third wheel-) all know the soundtrack pretty much up and down, left and right, backwards and inside out.
He still shivers remembering the time you just walked into his house not registering that Flounder’s makeup looks kind of scary up close-
All of his pride was sacrificed that day. All of it.
On the morning of opening night, Kei was walking you to the school, pretending to be bitchy about it being on a Saturday.
“C’mon, what am I supposed to do all day?”
As luck would have it, he’s stuck sitting next to one Hinata Shoyo. Lovely.
So he sat down next to him, and ignored him the whole show. I mean, it worked, he shut up after thirty seconds.
After the show, Kei has to wait a bit for you to take your makeup off, but when you come running out, he can’t hold back a tiny grin.
“That was good. I’m proud of you.”
And then he took you to dinner because singing makes a bad bleep hungry 😌
Bokuto Kotarou
Listen, you’re loud, Bokuto’s loud-
So basically you two are on a mission to not annoy Akaashi for as long as you can before inevitably getting yelled at for your affection and love and shit.
Now, both of you would love for this to be possible.
But the Frozen soundtrack makes it too difficult.
Especially when you can edit the lyrics just to piss off Konoha.
“Turn away and slAm the door *on Konoha”
“The wind is howling like the storm inside *of Konoha”
The possibilities are endless, really.
The game changer is when you two are belting out the song where Elsa and Anna are arguing.
And you accidentally hit the “I-i-I CANNNNT”
Akaashi is like for the love of GOD just audition for the play.
He quickly realizes that his suggestion was not a good idea.
Since guess what the musical is.
You’re auditioning as a joke, okay? You love Frozen, but this is a Fukurōdani Academy level play.
You didn’t expect to land the role of Olaf.
Your director sat you down and bluntly told you that he thought that you had the charisma and energy to be Olaf, but he knew that you were auditioning for a joke.
He needed you to be committed.
And hell yeah, you were gonna be committed.
At first, Bokuto was super proud of you! His s/o as a lead role? So impressive!
You even taught Bokuto your choreography for “In Summer”
He only retained half of it, but eh.
He’s a volleyball player. He tried.
As rehearsal times became longer and longer, Bokuto was a little upset at himself because he didn’t realize how committed you were until it hit him in the face.
Akaashi is there to get him out of his funk when you aren’t, though.
“They feel the same way when you need to be in the gym longer. It’s just a part of having a passion. Just utilize your time with them wisely.”
This bitch knows full well Bokuto doesn’t do ‘wise’ though, so he also sets to him a little more.
Dress rehearsals start, and Bokuto is always waiting for you to come out of the auditorium to ride the bus home.
You’re just bubbling over with stories about the magic of being on stage.
The lights, the microphones, the costumes, just talking about it makes you nostalgic already.
On opening night, Bokuto and Akaashi are there in the front row, going through the program.
“There’s y/n!!!!”
And you can’t see him because of the blinding spotlight, but you can hear Bokuto cheering for you after you finish “In Summer”
Afterwards he gives you a big hug, and you guys go home and watch Frozen.
Akaashi Keiji
When you start dating Akaashi in your second year at Fukurōdani, you’ve been on stage for the last ten years of your life.
Singing, acting, dancing, you love it all.
You’re even considering making it your career.
Akaashi doesn’t know much about theater at all, but he makes sure to do his research since it’s such a big part of your life.
The company you take acting classes with is having their winter show soon, and you couldn’t be happier when you figure out it’s ‘Into the Woods.’
Akaashi makes the mistake of asking the plot of the story.
“So basically there are these two infertile bakers with dead parents and there’s this witch that’s old and wrinkly and she comes to their house because fifty years ago the bakers dad stole her veggies and took the magic beans that made her look old and wrinkly-“
(A/n: this isn’t even half the plot)
He decides he’ll figure it out when he sees the play.
Akaashi knows that it’s a difficult one, though.
Sondheim doesn’t fuck around.
So you shouldn’t be beating yourself up about cracking on some of the high notes and screaming into your pillow.
He feels like an idiot every time you ask him to give you constructive criticism.
He doesn’t know what to say. “That was good” is obviously not what you want to hear.
When the date of your audition rolls around, he has early morning practice.
So he sends you a text saying how far you’ve come already and he’ll be proud even if you end up being a tree and break a leg (he’s very proud of that part. Theater lingo with Akaashi 101)
He’s very pleased to hear through your extremely fast and animated chattering that you killed it.
You were going to be Jack from “Jack and the Beanstalk.”
He’s still not sure how that correlates with infertile bakers, but he’ll go with it.
You also have a notoriously hard solo, “Giants in the sky.”
Akaashi is very impressed.
All you two do is practice that song, until Akaashi is half sure he could sing the song if he really gave an effort.
(He tries seriously one time. He can’t sing. To save his life. Sorry Keiji and RIP y/n’s ears.)
“Maybe you’re just not a soprano?”
“I’ll leave the limelight to you.”
Rehearsals always leave you drained. There are so many dance numbers in the play that you have to go over.
And songs, oh god, the songs are pieces of work.
But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, so Keiji stays close, and is endlessly supportive.
You sent him a picture of your Jack costume, and Keiji is like that is kind of adorable ngl-
He walks into the auditorium you’re performing in, and even he’s nervous to be in there. It’s huge.
But when you walk on the stage, and start belting, all the breath leaves his lungs.
Oh. Ohhhhhhh. He understands the plot now.
#kuroo#haikyuu headcannons#tsukishima#akaashi#bokuto#kuroo x reader#tsukishima x reader#akaashi x reader#bokuto x reader#kuroo headcanons#tsukishima headcanons#akaashi headcanons#bokuto headcannons#haikyuu
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𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭:
𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐕
⚠️: if you’re a softy, keep scrolling. If you click ‘keep reading’ don’t complain.
𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Pairings: Taehyung x female reader
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Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: y’all already know I had to do this with Taehyung. The “Meeting V” part was suppose to be in point form but, I hit the limit and had to change it. So the writing is pretty shitty. Sorry! Not edited
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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐃𝐈𝐃) 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲/𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.
This profile is for entertainment purposes only and do not represent the real Kim Taehyung.
⚠️: Murder, mentions of murder, gun play, knife play, blood,
⚠️: dub con, mentions of non con, dark/hardcore kinks (all are in V’s punishment part)
Please Read At Your Own Risk!
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Meeting V:
You were walking home from work after a long, late night shift. The streets were dark and empty. The flickering street lights being the only source of light.
You didn’t live in the best neighborhood or have the best job. But hey, at least you’re not homeless. At least you have a roof over your head.
Violence is normal in this neighborhood. You can hear people fighting or yelling as you quickly walk home. Drug dealers and criminals wondered in the streets.
You were about a block away from your apartment, when you looked across the street and see a man pointing a gun at another man who was beaten down on the sidewalk. You wanted to run away but what if he sees you and shoots you?
While thinking about what to do, the man holding the gun notices you. Right then he pulls the trigger and the bullet goes straight through the man’s head.
Your breath hitched as you saw the man’s head hit the cement. The other man flipped his gun in the air and caught it while walking across the road, coming towards you. You didn’t move or say anything. After all his gun was loaded, he was the one with power.
Damn it! You should’ve just called an Uber!
“Look at what we have here, Taehyung. Isn’t she pretty?”
You visibly gulp and look up into his sharp, dark eyes. His hand came up to touch your face but you flinch and step back. He then brings his gun up to your face and you hold your breath.
“Don’t worry, princess. I won’t hurt you.”
He rubbed the side of his gun along your cheek. Oddly, he was gentle. Almost like he was admiring your face.
“What is a little girl like you doing in the city’s most dangerous neighborhood? You know these streets are infested by criminals and creeps..”
Your heart was beating so fast, it could’ve just popped out of your chest
“I-I l-live here.”
You stupidly stutter, showing him that you’re afraid of him. He frowns at your responses then offers,
“How about I walk you home? So no one hurts you.”
You agreed since he had the gun and pointed to your apartment building. The man tucked his gun away, behind his back and grabbed your hand.
“Shall we?”
Both of you walked and made small talk. He didn’t tell you his name, but you told him your name which again, another stupid move. Once you arrived at your apartment door, you finally thanked him and said goodnight.
“Not so fast, little girl. You saw me kill someone. You have to come with me now. Pack some clothes. I’ll be waiting.”
“What?! I swear, I won’t tell anyone what I saw! I swear! Please don’t.” You begged
“I don’t like to repeat myself, little girl. Go. Get. Your. Stuff.” He said in a stern tone, giving you his dark, intimidating eyes again.
You let out a shaky breath before opening the door and walking in. He follows close behind then shuts the door. This could be your chance to get help!
“You can wait here, I’ll go get some of my stuff.”
He scoffs, “I’m not stupid. I’m coming with you.”
“What do you mean?”
He grabs your neck and brings his face close to yours
“I’m sure you already have a plan on how to escape me. Right now I’m not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.”
He follows you to your room and plops down on your bed. You take out your duffle bag and start packing your clothes
“Wow babygirl. Who are you wearing these for, huh?
In between his fingers hanged your red, velvet thongs
You walk over to him and snatch it out of his hands
“N-no one.”
“Well.. they’ll be for me soon.” He said, biting his lips while looking at it.
The man picked out matching panties and bras for you while you packed the rest of your clothes. He neatly folded them and placed them in your bag.
“That’s all you need, princess. I’ll buy you new and appropriate clothes. One of my men will sell this apartment and you can move in with me.”
“Wait what?! No no no no no no! I’m not moving out of here- this is my first apartment! I’m not gonna leave all my stuff.”
“Hush, princess. I hate it when you talk. You can’t live here. Too dangerous. I’ll give you the best life.”
You sat down on your bed and refused to move, completely forgetting about the gun in his back pocket.
“If you don’t get up in the next three seconds, I’ll kill your whole family darling.” He pulled out your passport from his pocket.
Fuck! You were fucked! You quickly got up and followed him out of your apartment with your bag in hand.
A black BMW waited in the front of the building. He opened the backseat door for you so you hurriedly get in and put your seatbelt on. You noticed that there was a driver. Either you were about to be kidnapped or this man’s hella rich.
During the car ride, you decided to break the silence.
“What do you want me to call you?” You look at him and he looks right back at you. “Daddy”
It was your turn to scoff so you did. “Another name please.”
“Taehyung. My real name is Kim Taehyung. Soon yours will be Kim Y/N, princess.”
‘Taehyung’ you thought to yourself. Isn’t that the name he said earlier. Was he talking to himself?
“Princess, give me your phone.”
“I don’t have one.”
“Stop lying. Give me it.”
“I don’t have one! I can’t afford a phone.”
“You’ve been walking home alone in that neighborhood without a phone. For once, I agree with V.”
“V? Who’s V?”
Taehyung didn’t say anything. A smirk landed on his face instead. “Who’s V? Telll meee!” You whine. “Shut up! You’ll wake him up.”
“Huh? Where is he?” You confusedly check around the car, looking for another person
“Is the drivers name V?” You look back at Taehyung and he’s playing around with a pocket knife
“You woke him up, little girl. You deal with him.”
Just then you arrived at his.. mansion. Your jaw dropped as you saw the 15,000 square foot mansion
“This is your house, Taehyung?” You whispered, still in shock. He didn’t respond. In fact, he looked annoyed “Get out of the car.” You quickly got out and stood next to him, still amazed by the ginormous house.
One of his maids brought you to your new room while Taehyung disappeared somewhere in the house. You were still uneasy about everything. But your curious, naive, little mind wanted to know more
Why didn’t Taehyung kill you too?
What did Taehyung do for a living?
Why did he kill that man?
Whose V?
All these questions clouded your brain until you hear a knock on the door. You open the door and see the maid standing in the door way
“Here sweetheart, I brought you a fresh new pair of pyjamas. Right now V is present. I suggest you lock the door before going to bed, honey.”
“What? Why would I do that? Whose V?”
The women’s eyes filled with fear. “Taehyung hasn’t told you?”
“No! What the fuck is going on?! Who is V?” She pushed you into your room and locked the door
“V and Taehyung are the same person. He has split personalities. Taehyung has been going through a lot ever since he was young. V helps him cope. Taehyung doesn’t hurt people. V does. He does it without any emotion.”
What have you gotten yourself into?
It took awhile for you to comprehend everything. “H-How do I know when V’s out?”
“He’s usually more aggressive and flirtatious. He’s more violent and does all the torturing and killing. Taehyung will tell you if it’s him. He’s more gentle. I wouldn’t say caring though. Taehyung is a fast thinker. He’s very stri- ”
You both hear a loud, desperate scream. Your heart started racing in your chest and you quickly run to the door to see what it is. Before you could open it, the maid quickly shuts it and pushes you back.
“Are you crazy! V will kill you! Leave him! Let him release his anger!”
“But- ”
“Sit down, and don’t make a sound. The slightest thing triggers him.”
The hallway went silent. V was looking for his next target. Bodies laid across the floor. Some not breathing, some barely breathing
You innocently sit on the bed, not expecting it to make a loud squeak. You cover your mouth and your face turns red. V quickly came over to your room and the maid told you to hide
She opened the door and V grabbed her neck and pushed her onto the bed. He almost choked her to death until you came out of your hiding spot, pushing him off of her
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you, little girl.”
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V’s punishment:
He threw you over his shoulder and spanked your ass
“You think you can run from daddy?!”
Another spank landed on your ass, making you whimper
He loved spanking you
And slapping your face while fucking you
V was into hardcore ddlg
Had the biggest daddy kink
V wanted you to call him daddy all the time
He wanted you to scream and cry because of his cock
V definitely pushed your limits
He wanted you to be terrified of him
Had a lot of dark kinks
V can’t control himself around you
Whenever he sees you, he just wants to grab you and fuck you as hard as he can
Your just so pure and fragile
It fucking turns him on
Your little whines and squeals when he thrusts into you are the best
The skin slapping is so hard
You have bruises because V is too rough
Both V and Tae are into ddlg and they gave you the same rules
One of the rules is you can’t say no to them
So anything that V gives you, you take it like a good girl
He definitely has a dacryphilia kink
Tears turn him on so much
He’ll just lean down and lick em off your face
Or make you cry harder
Something that really turns him on is your teddy bear
You would be holding onto your brown, fuzzy bear with tears in eyes while he pounded you
V took your butts virginity too
He wanted all of you
Degrades you no matter what
Creampie
Fuck, seeing his cum overflow in his little’s pussy is everything to his eyes
Size kink
Manhandles you in bed
Lowkey has a blood kink
Knife play
One of his fav, gun play
You made him jealous
So he fucked you aggressively
Then he took his gun out and shot it at the wall the scare you
It worked
Fear kink
There’s no getting away from V
Overstimulation
You wouldn’t be able to function properly after he’s done with you
You wouldn’t be able to talk, walk, eat, stand or think
Your thighs are covered in marks and are soaked in cum
Somnophilia kink
He will keep fucking you even after you black out
You’ll wake up and he’ll still be fucking you
And you’ll feel a painful sting in your lower abdomen
Morning sex
He’ll wake you up by roughly fucking you again even though he fucked you unconscious last night
You would be so weak under him
Your fingers don’t function properly either
It’s like your whole body shuts down
Taehyung comes out for the aftercare
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V’s behaviour:
When V was present, he called you little girl or little one
He was careless
Man wasn’t afraid to speak his mind
He scary and psychotic
He didn’t want anyone to know that you make him feel
V’s known for being “numb”
He is known for not caring about anyone or anything
And he wanted to keep that reputation
So to avoid feeling, V was always cold towards you
Only used you for sex
He still hurts & kills innocent people
You can’t stop him
When V is angry, it’s best to leave him alone and stay out of his way
Taehyung is the only one who can stop V
Every time you try to hug or kiss him, he always moved away and degrade you
Though, there was one thing that didn’t make sense
He was extremely possessive and overprotective
V believes it’s his job to protect and watch you
If you disobey him, he spanks you or sexually punishes you
V gets jealous very easily too
One time, you thought Taehyung was present so you started telling him how much you loved him and how much you hated V
V was burning with jealousy
What’s so good about Taehyung? He thought
V ended up punishing you for choosing Taehyung over him
A couple days later he saw you crying in your pink, princess room one day
When he walked in you quickly wiped your tears and look away like a child
“Why’re you crying, little one?”
“You don’t love me! I want daddy Tae!”
You pouted as more tears glided down your pretty face
“But I do love you. I’m afraid you won’t love me back because I’m a monster.”
You felt relieved and hugged V and for the first time he hugs you back
He picks you up and spins you around while kissing you neck
“You can’t tell Taehyung about this.”
“I won’t, daddy!”
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Taehyung’s Behaviour:
When Taehyung was present, he called you princess or baby
Taehyung loves affection
He hates to admit it
But whenever you cuddled or kissed him, it drove him crazy
He fell deep in love with you
Taehyung was so glad that you taught him how to love
Now he could love you
Tae wanted to marry you
He wanted to have a family with you
The maid said that he wasn’t caring
Taehyung is the finest gentlemen out there
He took you on romantic dates
Great cook
Husband material
Great fashion senses
Because of you, he’s learned to let go of things for the better life
He’s less tense
Taehyung was strict and professional at work
But he had a goofy side just for you
He sometimes takes you to work
He gives you paper and scented markers
You’d draw a cute picture and he’ll either hang it in his office or on the fridge
You had to use the washroom really badly so you whine
“Daddyyyyyy! Washroomieee pweaseeee!”
He lets you go by yourself since he’s busy with work
Everything was going smoothly until one of the workers stopped you and started talking to you
Taehyung watched from his office
He was possessive
Taehyung gets jealous easily
And when he gets jealous, V comes out
He got up for his chair and told his employee to go back to work in a low voice
He then dragged you back and spanked your ass
You held onto your bear as you tried to figure out if V was out or if this was still Taehyung
“Daddy, I’m sorry! He started talking to me and I didn’t know what to do!”
V was out
V punished you in his office
To keep V inside, you have to be on your best behaviour
Unfortunately today, you broke a major rule
You deserve a punishment
Both V and Taehyung have a ddlg kink
They both believe they have to take care of you
Taehyung’s just more gentle and patient than V
Tae buys you clothes
He feeds you
Makes sure you eat enough
Taehyung always wants you to be happy
He even plays with you
Helps you shower
Kisses your boo-boos
He even bought you a tiara for your birthday
He takes care of you after V is done fucking you
He’ll bring you to the bathtub and give you a bubble bath
He knows you love bath bombs, so he lets you choose one
After your bath, he dresses you in comfy clothes and gives you a piggy back ride to the kitchen
He’ll make you something to eat
Taehyung will even massage you if you are in that much pain
The rest of the day, he cuddles with you and watches movies with you
He knows the last thing you want is to be alone
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Taehyung’s Punishment:
Non existent
V punishes you
Taehyung makes love with you
Slow but deep thrust so you can feel all of him
Dirty talking with Taehyung
He praises you
“Just like that princess, gooood girl.”
Your eyes light up when he praises you
He lives for your moans
You live for his deep grunts
Lowkey wants to get you pregnant
So he cums in you all the time
Finger sucking
Taehyung will dip his fingers into you
And make you lick the cum off
Suck his fingers clean
He’ll deepthroat you with his fingers
Choking kink
Spanking
Light bdsm
Thigh riding if princess is needy in public
You have to wear your collar and leash in public
Public blowjobs
Don’t tell V though
He’ll humiliate you in public
Taehyung is gentle and sweet during sex
If you ask him to go faster, he will happily do it
Heated, saliva full kisses
Passionate sex will always be the best kind of sex
Sometimes he ties your wrist
Taehyung doesn’t mean to overstimulate you but sometimes it happens
He’s really into marking you
So everyone knows that you belong to him
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You thought that Taehyung was the only one for you.
Therefore, V left forever without saying goodbye. You found yourself heartbroken because of that.
Everyday you thought about him. You missed him. He wasn’t the nicest person around, but at least he was trying. Now who will protect you from all the bad guys?
Taehyung noticed your behaviour changed and called for V.
He told you that you have to choose one of them.
Who will you choose?
𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭
#taehyung smut#v smut#yandere bts#bts reaction#bts smut#bts yandere#Pick Your Split#yandere taehyung
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Clarity
hey lovely, sentence prompt for jisoo, please~ Do what you want with it ^^ "Why are you my clarity?"
(This was yet another request by @gominiljido back when I didn’t know my anon ask wasn’t on :’) Hope ya’ll like it
Edit: So I was thinking... wouldn’t it be funny if I updated twice in a week? So I did. Now laugh at my prank so I will do it more often.)
Word count: About 2k
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There was a certain pressure to being the oldest in a group. It doesn't matter if you were named the leader or not, all eyes would always automatically drift to you whenever things go wrong. It was an unnecessary burden of pressure just because you were born a few years before everyone else. Part of Jisoo hated the fact that she had to be the one to act responsible most of the time and remind the younger ones to pull their act together and not act out lest they attract more trouble. She loved her members, with no doubts but there were times she wished that they were all more responsible for themselves. The perfect example was no time like the current.
Promotions were honestly a time like no other. As a group, they were easily able to get through promotions of their singles but with the release of their album, their schedules were packed full. There were days where the only sleep they could catch was on the van on their way to shoots or even in between shooting while they waited for their solo scenes. With such little rest and having to remain smiling as they rush from schedule to schedule put everyone in an unexplainably tense and short temper. At first it was just frowns and a comment here and there out of annoyance but with no other means of releasing their tension, it grew to poisonous words thrown at each other. When they do get a chance to head back to their dorm, it didn’t get any better. Out of sight of their managers and fans, their voices were raised and often it just ended up in shouting matches between members until tears were shed and everyone went back to their own rooms unhappily. Jisoo had tried hard to be the middle person to stop the fights at first but when she herself gets dragged into the fight while trying to stop it, she gave up. After all, which group doesn’t have their days where everyone didn’t get along?
At least that was what Jisoo thought. A few days was understandable, but this was dragging well past two whole months. This is getting out of hand. Sighing as the loud slamming of a door solidified her point, she didn’t even bother looking up from her game on her phone.
“Are you serious Lisa?! You can’t even keep your cats in your room-” Sounds of thumping footsteps and another chasing the first vibrated through the halls of the house.
“You know that I have to let them out everyday at this timing! You can’t blame me when you leave the door to your room open when you have food out in the open!”
This is ridiculous-
“This is ridiculous!” Hearing her thoughts being echoed out loud, Jisoo sighed from the couch and peeked her head around the back of it just to make sure the quarreling pair haven’t started tearing their fangs into one another yet before going back to focusing on her game. Hearing voices get louder, she started to frown and flicked her eyes briefly up to the approaching pair. Sitting up from the couch to make her presence known to the two, her frown deepened when they paid no attention to her and continued their argument. Deciding that butting in was not worth the headache, she removed herself off the couch and moved into the kitchen blindly reaching out to open the fridge to grab a drink while her eyes were locked onto her screen. Cracking open the bottle, she took a sip of the cool drink right as the first curses started being thrown around. Glancing out the kitchen, the two were out of her sight but she was mildly concerned. Huffing, she forced her attention back onto her game. She can’t always be there to play referee when they start quarreling.
Taking more swigs of her drink didn’t seem to help with the steadily approaching headache as the quarreling got louder and louder. Clenching her jaw in annoyance, she threw annoyed glances out the kitchen as if the owners of the voices could sense her irritation. Her posture was tensed, as she heard another door slam open and another voice joined in the shouting, this time telling for the other two to “Shut the fuck up, I’m trying to rest!” That was when the calm vocalist snapped.
A sharp white noise started ringing in her ears from the harsh words thrown at each other, piercing right through her head. Settling herself down at the dining table, she squeezed her eyelids shut and her hands abandoned her phone and automatically raised up to start massaging her temple. Mentally blocking the yelling in the background out, Jisoo took deep breaths again and again. At some point of time, she thought she felt hands on her trying to get her attention but when she reopened her eyes along with an inhale and moved her palms away, she was only met with an empty dining room with the lights dimmed. Looking up at the clock in the dining room, it told her of the hours of rest she had lost just sitting at the table. It took a second to reorientation herself and remember where she was, and what she was doing. Everything sounded too distant, and she could barely focus on a single thing for a few seconds before her heavy head lowered and her gaze followed, travelled lower and lower until she was staring at her knees. That's when Jisoo decided that breaking the rules doesn't matter. What mattered was that she needed to get out of that enclosed house for at least the rest of the day. She deserved to have her moments where she didn’t have to be responsible for her own doings.
Rushing to her room, she changed out her clothes for something baggier and more comfortable before grabbing a mask and a cap and shrugging everything on. Checking her phone for the time, she nodded to herself and booked for a cab. Shoving an extra set of clothing and her keys in her bag, she slipped out of the back door, cautious of letting anyone see her. The ride in the cab was almost in silence other else than the radio playing songs from their album. Frowning yet again to hear it, she pulled out her own earpiece and blocked out the world with her own choice of music and stared at the evening skies above and the flashes of streetlights as the car whizzes by.
Her body recognized the familiar surroundings before her brain could, and before she realized, she was out of the car and letting her body have a mind on it’s own to walk its way while she was still preoccupied with her thoughts. It was as if she was watching her body move from a stranger’s perspective, as her hand slipped into her bag to pull out the set of keys and open the doors to step in. The heating in the house was what brought her slowly back to her senses as her body warmed up from the cold air outside. That was when she felt her freezing fingertips slowly warm up and she raised them up to her face and slowly remove her mask and cap, toeing her shoes off, then let her bag drop to the ground with a soft thud. With each article removed, it felt easier and easier to breathe.
Sluggishly moving her way into the house, her ears picked up on humming coming from the only lit room in the house; the kitchen. Shuffling her way further in, she stopped by the entryway into the kitchen where the humming and few words of lyrics was coming from the source. The aroma of the food and sizzling of the pan reminded Jisoo of the fact that she has yet to eat anything after breakfast and she could feel her stomach growling in hunger, yet she did not dare to make a noise to disturb the scene in front of her. You were by the stove, happily humming and singing whatever songs that came to your mind despite the fact there was no music playing as you did silly little dances while you cooked your dinner. Tears sprung to Jisoo’s eyes as she relished in the warmth you emitted even though you were probably just doing your routines you did daily. There was comfort in the simplicity of life that you lived that Jisoo wished that she could have instead of all the attention being in front of the clicking cameras and heated fans. That was why she was with you. She knew that nothing else mattered when she stepped foot into this house. It was a sanctuary, that whoever she is to the public can be left behind right at the door and she can be as true to herself as she wants to in this environment. It was her home in her heart.
Feeling herself calm down completely and the last bit of her ache fade away, she moved forward and timed her hug just as you moved back in front of the stove from the sink. You tensed up momentarily, before relaxing without even looking back and letting out a pleased chuckle.
“I thought you still had about a month of promotions to go through?”
She shifted her arms around you, pulling you closer to her. Cautious of burning your food, you kept your eyes on the pan as you leaned back and nuzzled against her. The fact that she gave no reply told you enough of what she was feeling. Pouting a little, you scooped up a small portion of your food with a spoon and turned your head slightly to feed Jisoo over your shoulder. Feeling her bite down on the spoon, you took the chance to meet her eyes and it confirmed your suspicions.
“You sneaked out, didn’t you?” Sighing with a small smile still on your face, you pulled the spoon out of her mouth and started transferring your food onto a plate you prepared earlier. “I only cooked for one, but we can share.” Feeling movements of her head nodding at your back, you continued. “I demand cuddles later though. I missed you.” Turning around, you faced her and gently brushed her loose strands of hair behind her ear.
“Welcome home, Jisoo.”
Leaning her forehead against yours, you watched as she closed her eyes and completely relaxed against you. You remained in the same position for a few minutes before your stomach grumbled from the aroma of your meal right behind you and Jisoo opened her eyes again.
"You help make everything better."
"Thank you, I try." It was a simple statement. You knew how harsh it is. You couldn’t do much, but you accepted the fact and still chose to stay with her. To be there to catch her fall. To be the home she needed to build herself back up again. That was the least you could give.
Leaning forward, you shared a gentle kiss. Pulling away slightly to take a full look at you, Jisoo ran her hand through your hair and pulled you into her chest. There were times where Jisoo had thought to herself this one question when she looked at you: Why are you my clarity? There was no exact answers that she could give herself, but deep down she knew it more than just a feeling.
"You're my clarity. My home. My everything. The beauty in even the worst of things. Thank you for staying."
You could hear her heart thumping being so close. You could feel the sincerity in every word she spoke. You were just about to reply when you heard an even louder growl and you looked up at Jisoo with a surprised but amused look in your face and you were met with a red blush that was spreading quickly over her cheeks. At the same time, you both burst out in laughter at the ruined but still warm moment you shared a few seconds ago before you turned around and grabbed the plate of food. Turning back to Jisoo who was still trying to calm her laughter, you raised it between both your faces.
“Let’s eat together?”
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info: im jaebum/reader, teen+, strangers to lovers au
genre: soft angst, romance | word ct: 5.1k
warnings: suggestive themes
summary: for years, jaebum tried to forget the woman who broke his heart. little did he know that she wasn’t so easily forgotten, and that her face would haunt him at every turn.
note: so I started this three years ago after listening to got7′s face for the first time and I’ve been editing it and forgetting it ever since. lol maybe someone will enjoy it
“Jaebum, I’m sorry.”
Okay.
“I really am.”
Okay.
“Please understand—”
Okay.
“Jae? Don’t just stand there.”
Okay.
“Please—please say something!”
Like what?
Jaebum didn’t know what she expected him to say, not after that. After she ripped out his heart.
“I don’t love you anymore, Jaebum. I’m sorry.”
She just stood there in the doorway, bag in hand, waiting for his response with tears in her eyes. He knew she was trying to stay strong, he could see her lip trembling as she held it between her teeth. How long would she wait there? How long would she bat her eyelashes at him innocently waiting for him to make it all okay? What did she even want from him? Forgiveness? Reassurance? Did she think that somehow an apology would make their breakup hurt any less?
“Goodbye, Seohyun.” He forced out through clenched teeth. “Thanks for everything.”
“Wait—Jaebum—!”
Closing the door on both her and their three year relationship, Jaebum couldn’t remember what he did next. He couldn’t remember clawing every photograph off the walls, he couldn’t remember how his fingers stung as they dug into the plaster. He couldn’t recall pulling every plate from their cabinets, he couldn’t recall how his feet bled when he stepped on the broken porcelain. He couldn’t recollect how much he hated the man who stared at him in the mirror, he couldn’t recollect how his fist destroyed the glass and how it finally reflected how he felt inside.
“I don’t love you anymore, Jaebum. I’m sorry.”
That was over a year ago. And it felt like an eternity to him. Looking at himself now, suit neatly pressed, shoes freshly shined, he didn’t see any semblance of the man from that night. After he destroyed everything that reminded him of her, as he saw the pictures of happier times reduced to embers in the fireplace, he made himself a promise. He swore that he would never let anyone ruin him so completely ever again. Steeling his heart and caging it in ice, he wouldn’t even give them the chance.
Never again.
“Jae?” Jinyoung inquired, knuckles rasping against Jaebum’s door. “We’re heading out for drinks, want to come with?”
He didn’t even look up from the reports he was filing. “Can’t. I’m busy.”
Jinyoung crossed his arms. “Shocker. You’re always busy.”
“That comes with being the boss.” Jaebum countered easily.
Rolling his eyes, Jinyoung leaned against the doorframe. “C’mon, Jae, just pretend you’re a regular guy and not an office robot for a couple of hours. Would it hurt to have a little fun?”
“Maybe. Socializing is against my programming.” Jaebum teased in a robot voice. “I cannot acquiesce to your request.”
“Dammit Jae.” Jinyoung sighed in disbelief. “Your humor is wasted in this tiny little room. Go out with us. Free yourself from the confines of this dastardly place. One night with the guys isn’t going to kill you. And if it does, I’ll buy lunch for a week. Scouts honor.”
Jaebum snickered quietly. “Alright, if it gets you to shut up I’ll go out for a couple of hours.”
“And do a couple of shots?” Jinyoung pressed hopefully.
“Don’t push your luck, Jin.” Jaebum chastised him, leering over his glasses. “I’ll have a glass of wine and that’s it.”
“I’ll take it.” Jinyoung shrugged. “We’re leaving in ten minutes. You want to catch a ride with me?”
Pursing his lips, Jaebum shook his head. “I’ve got to turn these in before I go. I’ll meet you there if you text me the address.”
Jinyoung narrowed his eyes at his friend suspiciously. “I swear to God, Jae, if you flake on us I’m going to come back here and kick your sorry ass.”
“Like you could take me.” Jaebum smirked. “Just go, I’ll be there soon. Promise.”
Jinyoung didn’t relent, his head dragging as he headed towards his own office. “I’ve got my eyes on you, Im Jaebum. You’re not going to fool me.”
“I’m not trying to fool you.” Jaebum informed him. “But if you keep bothering me I’m going to magically find a stack of financial statements that need to be filed. And who better to file them than my good buddy Park Jinyoung—”
“See you there!” Jinyoung interrupted, dashing down the hall like his heels were on fire. “I’ll text you!”
Chuckling at the expense of his friend, Jaebum leaned back in his chair and tapped his pen against his leg. He couldn’t remember the last time he went out just to go out. It had been too long since he was desperate for the numbing sensation of alcohol pulsing through his veins to simply function normally. The last time he could remember drinking he couldn’t recall anything that happened after. Not until he woke up in some woman’s bed that he didn’t bother to learn the name of. He wanted to feel bad, or at least some part of him did. Because she wasn’t the first, and she most certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Not tonight. He decided. Not this time.
When his phone lit up, a text message from Jinyoung waiting for him impatiently, Jaebum quickly got to work. As much as he tried to keep his stoic face in front of his friend, he needed to get out of the office. If he had to read another poorly written report littered with inaccuracies and spelling errors, he was going to lose his mind. Jinyoung’s offer could not have come soon enough.
By the time he was done, the sun was already starting to set. Cursing underneath his breath, Jaebum grabbed his coat and bolted out the door. Opting to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, he checked the bus schedule while tugging on his gloves. Jinyoung had already been at the bar much longer than he’d like, meaning that Jaebum wasn’t going to get out of the night unscathed. Lucky for him he was always prepared for such occasions. The bottle of aspirin in his desk drawer and him were about to be fast friends.
“Jae!” Jinyoung screamed through the phone. “Where are you!”
Jaebum groaned loudly as he made it out to the street. “I’m sorry, I’m still at the office. But I’m leaving now, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“You better be!” Jinyoung continued. “Because I’ll—I’ll kick your ass if you’re not!”
“Shut up Jinyoung, you’re drunk.” He muttered, ending the call and stuffing his phone in his pocket.
Wrapping his scarf around his neck, Jaebum walked briskly to the bus station just down the block. Instantly regretting turning down Jinyoung’s offer for a ride when the cold winter air pelted his skin. Opening his eyes even the slightest caused his eyes to water, each step he took sent a chill down his spine, frost nipped at the tips of his ears, he could barely stand it.
As he waited less than patiently, Jaebum found himself watching the people that passed him. An elderly woman wearing a mismatched set of mittens, a small dog in a boorish sweater jogging along beside her. Two school boys fussing over a handheld video game, laughing jovially despite their harsh words. A young couple walking hand in hand, their eyes filled with affection and warmth, leaving Jaebum with a foul taste in his mouth.
“I don’t love you anymore, Jaebum. I’m sorry.”
Lighting a cigarette, he did his best not to think about Seohyun. About how she left him on a night just like this. How each kiss on her eager lips tasted like lies. How her brown eyes hollowed out his very soul. And how each promise she made cut him like knives. Jaebum had been trying to erase her from his life for a whole year. But no matter how much he drank, or how many women he kissed, he could still taste her on his tongue.
Even cigarettes do nothing to mask her taste. He mused, inhaling deeply and savoring the tobacco that filled his lungs.
When the bus pulled up to the curb, Jaebum dropped his unfinished cigarette in the street. Sighing, he tapped his foot impatiently as the doors opened and people spilled out onto the sidewalk. He had completely forgotten how cramped public transport could get during the winter. Another reason why he hated the desolate season. And Jinyoung’s persistent drunken text messages and calls weren’t helping his rapidly souring mood.
“What is it now, Jinyoung?” Jaebum exasperated, getting on the bus and swiping his card.
“Do you know that fish cake shop by the bar?” Jinyoung asked sluggishly. “The one that I really really like?”
Jaebum pinched the bridge of his nose as he found a seat at the back of the bus. “No, I do not. But I take it you want me to stop there?”
“Yeeeesss.” He dragged out. “I’m dying for a good fish cake.”
Sometimes I wonder how we’re friends. “Alright, fine, I’ll get you your stupid fish cake. How far away from the bar is the shop?”
“Not far at all!” Jinyoung exclaimed. “Just down the street a ways, you can’t miss it! Thanks Jae! You’re the best!”
Beep beep beep.
Pocketing his phone, Jaebum did his best not to let the night get away from him. He had to keep reminding himself that all of his problems could easily be solved with the bottle of scotch that was waiting at the bar. Jinyoung owed him, and getting free drinks out of him while he was drunk was an easy task for Jaebum. All of that was worth the annoying errands that his best friend was infamous for sending him on.
There’s a scotch on the rocks waiting for you. He told himself over and over again. Do it for the scotch. Scotch can get you through anything.
“Now approaching, Namdaemun Market. Thank you for choosing Seoul Public Transportation, have a nice day.”
As the bus rolled to a complete stop, Jaebum quickly stood and waited for the doors to open. Shouldering past the new borders, he apologized quietly, thankful to finally be off the cramped bus and back out on the street. Even if it was a bit colder than he remembered. Shivering, he pulled his lapel taught over his face, scanning his surroundings for the fish cake shop he was supposed to visit. What he found instead was a ghost from his past. A ghost with hair as black as the hole she gouged into his chest.
Seohyun? He swallowed nervously, his palms sweating despite the brisk December air. Is it really her? Please—please tell me that I’m seeing things.
It had to be her, he knew it deep down inside. He knew by the way his heart stopped, how his stomach sank, that it couldn’t be anyone else. But—his mind wasn’t so easily convinced. How could it be her? How could Lee Seohyun be standing right in front of him? Just as beautiful as the day she ripped out his heart without a care in the world. Waiting outside an electronics kiosk, a lollipop stick protruding from her perfect cherry red lips and a guitar slung over her shoulder as if—
A guitar? Jaebum questioned. Since when does Seohyun know how to—
Realization dawned on Jaebum almost instantly. His eyes were playing tricks on him, like they had so many times before. It wasn’t Seohyun, it would never be Seohyun. No matter how much a small miniscule part of him still wanted her back in his arms, she never would be his. The woman before him was simply his projection of something he would never have. Underneath his breath, Jaebum cursed himself for being hung up on her after all this time.
Still, his gaze didn’t waver as he watched the Seohyun look alike walk down the street. The resemblance was uncanny, had he been intoxicated he would’ve surely mistaken her for Seohyun. She even walked like her. The way her hips swayed—Jaebum couldn’t bring himself to look away. She was beautiful, breathtaking, mysterious, entrancing, the same dangerous formula that Jaebum became addicted to so easily.
For a brief moment, he couldn’t find the differences between them. From the way her dark hair fell languidly over her shoulders, the way her lips twitched into a hesitant smile, how her eyes glistened with a palpable passion. It was almost as if he was looking at a direct reflection of a memory. One he would’ve preferred to remain lost to time.
I need to get to this fish cake shop. Jaebum reminded himself. More importantly, I need to get the hell out of here.
Gathering his runaway thoughts, he started down the busy street, doing his best to avoid the mysterious woman. She was a reminder that he couldn’t afford to fall back into the hole that Seohyun cast him into. The man that loved Seohyun wasn’t one that Jaebum admired. In fact, he was a man that Jaebum tried time and time again to erase. And, until that exact moment, he thought he was doing a fair job of it.
“Get your fish cakes here! Best around!”
Jaebum’s ears perked up at the shouting vendor, appreciating the distraction more than he cared to admit. Besides, his head was in a complete haze ever since he spotted that woman. He wouldn’t have been able to find the shop on his own even if he ran right into the door. Which he practically did. The control Seohyun still had over him terrified him to no end. And he had only seen a woman who looked like her, it wasn’t even her. He shuttered to imagine what would’ve happened if she was really there. Whispering in his ear, her hands gliding up his body, the curves of her body beneath him—
“Jaebum…”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Jaebum willed her husky voice away. The shivers that travelled down his spine—he had to ignore them. He had to get away from her. Ducking into the shop, he quickly purchased the fish cakes and left without a word to the clerk. He feared his own voice, feared how it would betray him. The only thing that mattered to him was getting to the bar and as far away from her as possible.
Without really paying attention to where he was going, Jaebum shouldered past someone and sent them stumbling backwards. Unconsciously, he reached out to steady them, taking hold of their wrist and pulling them in close to him before realizing who it was. It was her. Her. Her slender wrists were within his grasp, her dark eyes looked up at him in surprise, and coherent thought evaded him.
“Thanks!” She exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “I really should look where I’m going.”
At that close distance she looked even more like Seohyun. Jaebum didn’t think it was physically possible, but the proof was right in front of him. The scent of her perfume filled his senses, taking him back to a time when her fragrance was the only thing between them. He tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, he tried to respond, he tried to say anything that could distract himself from her lips. Her perfectly shaped cherry red lips…
Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she offered him a dangerous look. “Not much of a talker, are you?”
Jaebum never made it to the bar that night.
He woke up the next morning tangled in sheets that weren’t his own. Lying beside him was the woman who unknowingly unravelled every effort he had made to forget about Seohyun. She made him painfully aware that his previous beliefs were nothing more than optimistic delusions. Jaebum hadn’t moved past her, not even in the slightest. He wasn’t sure if he ever would.
As was customary after every one night stand he stumbled into, he quickly pulled his clothes back on and quietly left her apartment without bothering to wake her. He called for a taxi, pointedly ignoring all of the angry texts and numerous voicemails left by Jinyoung as he made his way home. Jaebum wasn’t in the mood to explain himself. Ironically enough, all he wanted to do was drink. He settled for a silent ride through the city that was supposed to save him from himself, but he was beyond saving.
Days passed and he couldn’t shake the memory of Seohyun’s lookalike beneath him. She was a rarity, an anomaly that wandered into his life without any sort of warning. And as easily as she traipsed through his thoughts, she was gone. Frankly that was his own fault, he did it for his own good but it didn’t matter to him. He wanted her, he wanted more, his body ached for her in a way that was all too familiar. He sat at his desk, fists clenched in rage, hating himself for falling back into his old ways. All he wanted was a life without Seohyun, he wasn’t sure it was possible anymore.
At first, he was determined to stay away from her. He willed his thoughts and memories to the back of his mind, trying to get on with his life once more. But it wasn’t so simple. He found himself back on that street corner without realizing how he got there just a few nights later. Diligently looking for the cherry red lips that stained his own and drove him wild.
He would always find his way back to her.
“Did you miss me?”
She came up beside him with a coy smirk, she already knew his answer.
“Still not much of a talker, are you?”
Soon after they would wind up in bed again, as it was slowly becoming their routine. Jaebum had never felt more connected to a complete stranger, someone who could’ve easily gone through life without ever meeting him. He had Seohyun back, in some way. Like a ghost from the past letting him have one last glance at what could’ve been. He could’ve been happy, he was happy. Now he didn’t know what he was. All he knew was her because that was all he wanted to know. And he wanted to know more.
On the first day he learned her lips, on the second day he learned her name.
On the third day she learned his.
“Jae...” She breathed beneath him, desperate for him as he was for her. “Please…”
He loved how she said his name. It pained him that he couldn’t say hers.
“Jae.” She tested on her tongue. “You called me Seohyun again.”
He watched absentmindedly as her delicate fingers dusted over his skin, offering nothing more than a quiet, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She mused. “I just need to know, someone you’re running from or running to?”
“I don’t love you anymore, Jaebum. I’m sorry.”
“Both.”
She visibly winced at his honesty. “Well, I hope I can help with that a little.”
And she did. Her lips pressed against his jaw as her hand slid down his abdomen, he hissed in response and took her in his arms. She was—magic. The second his mind would be occupied by thoughts of Seohyun she would pull him in with her own hypnotic gaze, letting him forget about the woman that brought them together in the first place. It didn’t last for long, but the reprieve was appreciated nevertheless.
On the fourth day he called her Seohyun again. The fifth day was the same.
On the sixth day he said her name and she smiled.
He lost track of the days after that.
The moment their relationship stopped being casual and became something more wasn’t entirely obvious to Jaebum. One day he simply woke up and instead of hoping to see her again soon he decided that soon wasn’t enough. They started to see each other every single day, some of those days didn’t end up in bed either. Maybe that’s when he noticed that she was more to him than he originally intended. Maybe that’s when he knew he was doomed to be in love with Seohyun for the rest of his life. Forever seeking her out in the woman he had hoped would make him forget.
One morning when she was gathering her things, giving Jaebum the space he had so foolishly convinced himself he needed, he asked her to stay. So she stayed. He couldn’t ever remember things with Seohyun being so simple. Seohyun was a woman that made Jaebum fight for every inch, beg for every moment, he was addicted to her and didn’t realize how quickly she was killing him. While he didn’t want to admit it, the moment she left him was probably the kindest thing she had ever done.
But she was perfect and he still loved her.
He hated himself, as he spent more time with her and could only see Seohyun in her eyes, he hated himself. He had hoped that they would separate, that he would see her for her and not for the woman he hated and loved all at once. Because she was perfect just as Seohyun was, all he had to do was wait for the inevitable. Either he would get fed up with her or she would realize the truth. She would learn that she was a replacement for someone that wasn’t worth replacing. Someone he evidently couldn’t let go.
“You look like you have a lot on your mind.” She whispered, dusting her fingers over his arm. “Do you want to talk about it?”
What hurt him most, was that she loved him. She loved him. Not some version of him that only existed as a ghost in her mind, as a lie she couldn’t give up. She loved him for exactly who he was. A man who looked at her and saw another, who reached for her everyday, who was haunted by a touch that was forever ingrained in his skin. He was disgusted by the man she loved, by himself. But if he ever told her the truth, he knew it would break her heart.
Break her like Seohyun destroyed him.
And then she would be gone.
So he would continue to lie to her, betray her no matter how much his own words tore him up inside. A sensation that was all too familiar, one he knew better than most after knowing Seohyun for as long as he did. Ironically, he was just like her. Selfish to the very end.
“I’m alright.” He lied easily as always.
Except she wasn’t convinced, not in the slightest. She had never been convinced of his lies, he could tell just by looking at her that she was enduring his facade as much as he was. Pretending to be fooled so they could continue in blissful ignorance. Because she knew his heart better than even he did, a heart that had long since been locked away. Because she loved him despite everything that he was. And everything that he wasn’t.
It was close to their anniversary when he decided that enough was enough. She had introduced him to her friends, her parents, and he had done the same. Their lives had become intertwined to a point that severing their ties could only result in a catastrophic mess. He had to come clean, he had to put his heart at ease and end the nightmare he almost believed was a dream. He had to let Seohyun go, he had to let her go. Once and for all he had to free himself from her grasp and break a heart that belonged to a woman whose only mistake was running into a man in a fish cake shop.
“I don’t love you anymore, Jaebum. I’m sorry.”
His heart ached as he thought about that day, hated how much his own actions would soon imitate that very moment. Looking at someone who loved you with everything that they had and telling them that it was all over. That you never loved them. That everything was a lie. That you were nothing but a monster.
God I need a drink.
So to put a bit of distance between them, to gather his thoughts, he went to the bar that technically started it all. He ordered his usual drink, he pretended to watch a game that didn’t interest him, and he sat in silence as the moments ticked by. Every now and again the bartender would try to strike up a conversation, but after being ignored for the fifth time he finally gave up. Jaebum wasn’t in the mood to pretend to be a decent human being, it was taking every concerted effort he could afford to keep himself from falling apart at the seams.
And despite the fact that he had been sitting at the bar with two fingers of scotch in front of him for nearly an hour, he had yet to take a single sip. He kept swirling it in his hand instead, using it more as a distraction from his rampant thoughts than a means to soothe his agitated nerves. As much as he wanted to get the whole ordeal over with, he couldn’t get drunk. He had been selfish enough in the past year, he had to endure the next few hours sober because she deserved more than what she was given. She deserved more respect than he had ever offered her. And he deserved the misery he was destined for.
Once a couple of hours had passed, he decided it was time to face her. She would be starting dinner soon and he didn’t want her to waste her time. Not when he was going to be effectively kicking her out of his life forever. With a sigh, he put on his jacket to leave and pushed his untouched drink back towards the bartender. Then, a young woman took a seat beside him.
“Why don’t you let me join you for a drink?” She hummed seductively. “You’re looking a little stressed.”
For fucks sake. “Thanks, but no thanks.” He returned without looking at her. “I’ve got better things to do.”
Apparently she wasn’t giving up so easily. “Is that anyway to talk to a pretty girl like me?”
Glancing at her, he wasn’t impressed. “Sorry, but I have somewhere I need to be. Drink by yourself if you’re so inclined.”
As he stood to leave, she took a firm grasp of his arm. “Jaebum? Are you seriously going to ignore me? Are you really that cruel?”
He rolled his eyes at her continued pathetic attempts. “You even learned my name, wow. How long have you been watching me?”
Turning back to look at her, he realized there was something familiar about her. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. But that didn’t matter to him.
“Seriously, I’m not on the market.” He persisted. “Good day.”
“Jaebum!” She shouted in disbelief. “Do you seriously not recognize me? We dated for three fucking years, I feel like I’m owed more than a cold shoulder. Or are you the complete asshole you’ve always been?”
A chill ran down his spine.
“Don’t just stand there!”
No… it—it can’t be… that voice...
“Say something!”
Seohyun?
Realization dawned on him, stomach acid rose in his throat. It had to be her, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind after hearing her say that. Those words, nearly those exact words were seared into his soul ages ago. That voice berated him for years. There was no way he would ever mistake that voice for anyone else. But—she didn’t look like the Seohyun he remembered. The mere sight of her didn’t drive him mad, he didn’t have to fight back the urge to throw himself at her feet. She was Seohyun without the best and the worst parts of her.
She wasn’t the woman he loved.
Not anymore.
“Wow…” He exhaled with a smile. “You’ve really changed, haven’t you.”
Which, now that the initial shock had worn off, he realized that she was the exact same. Painfully so. Her nails were freshly manicured, her hair and makeup were set perfectly in place, her clothes were fresh off the runway, she was Seohyun in every sense of the word. Perfectly plucked from time and placed in front of him. She was everything he thought he loved. Before he learned what love really looked like. And god it didn’t look like her.
“And you haven’t changed at all.” She huffed. “Still the rude asshole I dumped forever ago. I can’t believe I doubted myself for a second there, spotting you across the bar made it seem like the good old times. But I really made the right call, didn’t I?”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “You really did. Goodbye, Seohyun. Thanks for everything.”
She scoffed as he left. “Yeah, whatever.”
After that, Jaebum didn’t hesitate. He took off running for the bus stop, desperate to get home to a woman that he had loved for a whole year and just didn’t know it. He had been so sure that the love he felt for her was just a projection, that she only reminded him of Seohyun so that was the only reason he loved her. Never in all his life had he been happier to be wrong.
I love her… He chanted in his head, over and over again. I love her!
Once he got home, he burst through the door and stopped immediately when he saw her standing there. How had he never noticed before? She was beautiful, she was perfect, she was the woman he loved with his whole heart and he was a fool for not knowing sooner. She made him laugh, she made him smile, she made him forget about Seohyun a hundred times and even wiped her from his heart forever. And he was the idiot who thought it was all a lie.
“What’s wrong, Jaebum?” She asked innocently. “Is something on your mind?”
“Yes.” He confirmed easily, approaching her slowly and taking her hands in his. “I’ve done a lot of thinking, a lot of soul searching this past year, trying to make sense of my feelings for you. And I think I finally know what my brain has been telling me since the very beginning.”
There was a nervous glint to her eyes, but she played along. “What would that be?”
“That I love you.” He smiled. “I love you for being you and no one else.”
Those words, those simple words that wouldn’t make any sense to someone else, made her face light up like a fireworks display. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest, overwhelmed with a feeling he knew all too well. For the first time in four years, Jaebum could breathe. A huge weight had lifted from his shoulders, the ghost of Seohyun was finally gone. He was free.
“I love you too…” She mumbled. “I’ve loved you for so long…”
“I know.” He whispered gently, tilting her chin up and kissing her gently. “And I will thank you everyday for waiting for me.”
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Of Ice and Blood
Part 5
Look who's back with a 5k+ word count chapter?! Me!
I was planning on posting 1k+ at a time but stuff happened and I'm posting it all at once!
Enjoy and I'd appreciate it dearly if you reblog! Thank you!
Edit: Reached the 250 block limit so... The inevitable decision had to be made! Part 5 has a total of 3.42k words! The rest will be in a separate post <3
Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)
Warnings: Cursing, Violence, brief mentions of blood and injury.
Overall SFW (but 16+ for language)
Part 1
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The walk back to the school building was quiet.
Or so I thought.
Because it wasn't. At all.
Whispers, mutterings, echoed from the rooms as we passed by.
Are they doing it on purpose, or is my hearing sharper than usual?
"Hey look it's that girl."
"You mean the freak who sat beside the orc—"
"First day of school and someone already got killed. Should've expected him to be a savage."
"You think she wears a mask to hide her identity? Maybe she's a criminal-"
Probably the latter.
I shrugged. There stood a decent amount of distance between us anyway. So it's likely my hearing.
Students were watching us with weird suspecting eyes from a distance behind the windows. Sensing apprehension and outward hate when they saw Tai'chi next to me, his face in a neutral expression. But with my nose at this proximity, he smells pretty annoyed.
Just— why are there so many people,— humans–garnering these feelings towards someone they don't even know! And to even mock him like that! How dare —
"Pearl," Tai'chi called. His rich voice resonating, making the gossips of the students stop for a brief moment before they continued. Most likely slandering my name now. I didn't know I was standing still. Looking up, Tai'chi was a decent 9 meters away, with the staff members further ahead of him. He gave me a wondering look, worry along with his natural fragrance, drifted through me, carried by air.
I straightened up and took long strides, Tai'chi beside me, to catch up with them.
"Yeah, just thinking. I'm okay." Replying, not looking up to him. He didn't ask, but I felt like he would.
************short pov shift************
He was a bit bothered by the change in your scent and looked back when he noticed you weren't beside him anymore. There you were, standing in the middle of the wide hallway, brows scrunched up in aggravation.
He called out to you, probably a little louder than he meant to, but you looked up and hastily made your way beside him, both of you catching up to the rest towards the dean's office. He didn't ask, but you answered, only making him worry even more.
**********first person pov**************
As soon as we entered the main office of the center building, we were greeted with the sight of the dean and David, together with Miss Holson. He was a white fat man, though a bit taller than me, wearing a light grey suit with a few buttons open revealing a white undershirt, and a silly yellow, violet polka dot tie. I barely held back from snorting at the sight.
Mr. Silverstone was fussing over his son, his voice raised in slight panic was heard by everyone.
They went ahead of us then.
"My son! My dear, dear David! Who did this to you?!" he cried out. Once David, that son of a bitch, spotted me, he flashed me that blasted grin of his. He was acting, pretending to be hurt.
I hardly even left a scratch on him for fuck's sake. How I regret not punching him straight in the face.
Reverting to his fake, frightened, and miserable state, he pointed at me. "I-I-It's her father! She is the one who attacked me! Along with that thing with her."
Thing?! That sick bastard!
The dean whipped his head in my direction, eyes scanning me up and down before he diverted them to Tai'chi.
Well, it seems I'll ve packing up sooner than I thought.
My shoulders sagged.
Some professors were alarmed by this, frantically pushing forward to grab his attention.
"Mr. Silverstone, we still do not know what's for certain. We must interrogate them properly and listen to each of their sides before we make a decision." Mr. Dulrik asserted, his voice strained and close to animosity. He was not pleased with what the student had said.
The elder professor from earlier followed up.
"Listen to Mr. Dulrik, sir. We cannot take any risks and ju—"
"Silence!" the dean shouted. "I will not hear your reasoning. My son has told me everything I need to know. Miss Holson supported his claims and that's enough to decide what to do with these criminals."
Criminals?!
"The girl and that orc shall be expelled from this institution immediately. We do not need any murderers or barbarians here. I have always suspected why that Ernestine brat even allowed these monstrosities to be with us. To breathe the same air and walk the same land as we do, endangering our safety no less! A pathetic excuse of a founder she is! If it were me I would've—"
"You would've what?" Words came out before I stopped myself, my voice low, but it was heard still, drawing their attention to me.
"What did you just say?" He demanded, his anger slipping out more. The room was silent, except for the subtle ticking of the wall clock behind me, and the movement of air around us.
I lifted my head and looked at him dead in the eye. "You would've what?" This time, I replied, louder.
Before he could retort I went on, emotion fueling my words as I advanced with every question asked.
"Would've banned every single, non-human race from the university?
"Would've taught every human that they are greater beings and the ones that were different were meant to be stepped on?
"Would've ordered and tolerated bullying on anyone who was unnatural and weird looking?
"Would've put them in their place?
Isolate them? Degrade them? Despise them for being alive?" No-one stopped me as I approached him, the teachers separating and making way. Even Mr. Dulrik was regarding me curiously.
I scoffed. " 'If it were me' you said. You think I wouldn't notice how everyone else, that isn't human, was oppressed and treated like shit in this school? It seems to me that you already did what you would've done, didn't you? You are no dean, you are a clown, a pillock, a dumbass, and you call yourself human? You are more monster than any of us in this room."
I breathed heavily as I stood a couple of feet in front of him. His face grew to a crimson hue, my ears catching the sound of smoke seething out of him. At the back, David and Miss Holson were dumbfounded, shocked into place, shaken like ugly statues.
Finally, the dean spoke, his fists clenching hard as he faced me, almost drawing blood.
I am so gonna beat him up. Hell yeah, I will.
"Keep out of trouble if you can." Well, shit happened Mama, forgive me.
"How dare you speak to me like that! I, a pure-blood Silverstone, a line of royalty! If we were still at war I would've had you executed from where you stand—"
"How about you do it yourself then, oh mighty Silverstone jerk?" I mocked and gave a toothy smile, then I remembered he wouldn't see it. That was all it took to have him launching himself at me, the professors running to the sides to avoid his wrath.
His hands were balled tight, a fist aiming for my face, eyes filled with deadly intent.
Oh, he really wants to kill me.
Before it connected, I sidestepped, causing him to stumble forward. Even so, he immediately regained his balance and reached to grab my hoodie. I didn't dodge this time, but before he touched me, I used my right hand to slap it away. With my other hand, fitted with my crimson knuckle dusters, I met his fist with mine. Almost instantly, he stumbled back and crouched down, his left hand holding his bloodied one.
"You bitch!!!" he screamed in agony.
I think I broke his hand.
I glanced to my brass knuckles, some of the blood covering them, merely visible because of its color.
Shattered it perhaps.
"I will have you killed you insolent brat! I'll kill you!" he cursed.
"Now, now, Silverstone, you will do no such thing." A feminine voice cut through the large room. We all turned to the door to see a slim, tall, tanned woman who seemed to be in her 40s, her slightly wrinkled face showing it. She was wearing a black high-waist pencil skirt paired with a black one-button suit and a baby blue undershirt. The lady also wore classic white loafers and white hand gloves made of leather, with her ebony hair tied up in a bun.
Everything about her screams 'important'. I scented an intimidating yet reassuring aura around her.
I met her eyes and a sense of familiarity fell upon me. I know her and I've seen her before.
Wait. Could it be— she's—
"Madame Ernestine!" A professor exclaimed.
That means she's, "The founder," I said out loud.
She began sauntering in my direction, each step clicking on the floor, carrying herself with grace.
"M-Ma-Madame Ernestine!" The dean, shrieked as he stood up, shaking, his busted hand in his chest, his back facing me. "I didn't expect you to visit this year! We could've prepared for your arrival—"
"You shut your mouth now Welmir." She spoke out, her voice firm and borderline hostile. "I've had enough of your blabbering mug. I made it so that my arrival is unexpected. Leaving my outside duties rather early and rushed this year when news got to me that you, the dean, were neglecting your duties, or so, doing it wrong. Not to mention I had my assistant install extra cameras in... certain places last year and because of that, I saw what you did in the shadows. Maybe not all, but it confirmed my suspicions of you, and so," She clapped her together, "I decided to visit you today. And what a surprise it was to see you get beaten up by this lovely young lady behind you."
Me?! Lovely—
My face warmed from her comment.
"Listen here, brat." he regarded the founder. The founder. "I do not know what you are talking about. I have done my duties and more for this university. I made it so that everyone here is safe and this girl,"— he spat— "harmed me, my precious son, and his friends!"
"And all of you deserved it, severely," she responded flatly. "You put my dear students at risk and antagonized them with your schemes, tolerating the behavior of treating other races like animals, disrespecting even the professors who are different in kind," she glanced at Mr. Dulrik and the others. "You even forced a minotaur, an elf, and a dwarven student to act the part of being in a student council, hoping people wouldn't notice the crimes you did behind our backs. Did you expect me to turn blind eye to this?"
It was all pretend?!
The mere thought of what he did to threaten them to it makes me wanna puke.
"I am furious, Welmir Silverstone. To think I believed you'd change your ways after my father's death with the renovation of the institute. Trusted you to do your job as dean and make the students comfortable, welcomed. But, no. You chose to follow his footsteps, became selfish, blinded by greed and pointless hate. You are a disappointment to all of us."
I smelled her rage under that near non-expressive facade of hers. It was spicy, like fire having an odor of its own.
"You are but a child! You know nothing of this world! This world of ours needs to be purged off of those rats. You cannot tell me what to do!" He yelled as he brought up his uninjured hand to hit her. I was about to step in when Madame Ernestine grabbed his arm and threw a right uppercut, blood spilling out of his jaw. The punch sent him a few steps back, he would have landed on me if I didn't move out of the way before he collapsed on the floor groaning and holding his mouth.
Ooh she's strong! Nice! I grinned.
"You are hereby stripped off of your job as dean along with all of your titles, properties, and henceforth banished from these grounds, together with your son and Emma Holson, whom I found out laid with him, and the abusive acts they had engaged in." Her words laced with poison, disgust and anger as she gave the final judgement.
"Never show yourselves. Ever. Again," she spat. "Take them away."
Out of nowhere, men in black suits came in and apprehended the young instructor, who twisted her heel trying to escape. She yelled at them to let her go, saying she has done nothing wrong. David, the bastard, was held in place by one of them as he struggled in their grasp. The dean— or should I say, Mr. Silverstone, in pain and bleeding, was dragged up by two others and headed straight out of the door. He shouted ;
"Mark my words, brat! I will—"
And the door slammed close.
With my gaze following them, my eyes landed on Tai'chi. I took off my dusters and waved, tucking them back up my sleeve.
He is smiling! And oh wow he's damn gorgeous— wait what?
My attention was drawn away to the lady in front of me. I got distracted by Tai'chi that I almost forgot about her.
"Oh my God I uhm— hello Madame Ernestine." I took one step back before bowing. "It's an honor to meet you. I—"
"Oh dear, please raise your head. No need for such formal gestures. I am Valerie Ernestine, founder of the new Ernestine State University." She stated as she beamed at me.
"I uh- Yes ma'am I know of you. I'm quite a fan actually— I mean! My name is Pearl Blackbell, ma'am."
Oh God, that sounded so stupid.
Then she hugged me.
"Ma'am?!" I squeaked. My arms went stiff, nervous to even touch her. Before I could, she pulled back, a gentle expression on her face.
"Nice to meet you, Pearl Blackbell."
"I- nice to meet you too Ma'am Ernestine!" I stammered, praying my face and ears isn't as red as I feel them to be.
"Please, call me Valerie."
"Ma'am Valerie."
"Just Valerie, dear."
"I'm so sorry ma'am but I can't— my mother will hit me in the head with a frying pan if I forget my manners."
"Very well, then. It brings me joy that you were raised properly by your parents."
"Thank you ma'am, I really am happy to have them, and I only hope for them to be proud of me— oh wait. Uh, ma'am Valerie?"
"Yes?"
"Am I gonna get punished or expelled?" I shrunk, expecting the worst.
"Why ever did you think of that?"
"W-Well you see, I did harm uh, students and they're probably in the infirmary right now and—"
"Oh, Pearl, no." She let out a light chuckle. "You won't be punished or even expelled for that! In fact, I saw how you defended yourself and your friend from them. They did attack you first, sweetie. And what you did was impressive!" She clapped her hands. As I stood there in relief, I couldn't help but shot up when the words sank in.
"Oh, thank you. But how...?"
"Apparently, I had my assistant install some cameras in the forest area for particular reasons. I watched you from the monitor as I made my way here," she replied.
"Oh. Oh, wow. That's actually pretty awesome," I sighed.
"Indeed, it is," she smiled. "Excuse me for a bit."
******pov shift to 2nd person (two characters)*****
Madame Ernestine turned and walked towards the remaining teachers to talk about important matters at hand.
"Greetings, my friends." She beamed at the staff and looked at Professor Dulrik and the woman who supported him earlier. "Hello, Roldo and Amila. I have missed you dearly." She bent down to hug the two of them before she went on. "I apologize for not taking action immediately. To think he did this to all of you right under my nose! Why didn't you contact me Roldo?"
"My apologies, Madame Ernestine. I didn't have any proof to show his plot against you and the others. He was very elusive and kept us very busy in our own offices for the past year with you away. That was until today, with the young lady over there standing up against his son, he snapped."
"It really is a good thing she came here, didn't she?" she whispered.
"Indeed, Madame," Amila replied.
There was a brief silence, before Valerie spoke up again. Her gaze locked at the dwarven professor.
"Roldo, my old friend, I want you to take your place as the new dean of this university. I trust you to do your duty a hundred percent better than that impudent man ever did. Will you accept this responsibility?"
"I- Valerie this is-"
"Roldo, you are wise and have seen things most of us here have not. I will not force you on something you do not want, but I put my faith in you, to help me, along with the rest of the staff, to teach everyone here that all of us stand in equal ground, and that we must respect and acknowledge each individual, regardless of their kind. No one, no student, should ever feel uncomfortable in this haven of mine."
"I understand, Valerie." The dwarf took a deep breath and vowed;
"I, Roldo Dulrik, son of Grol II, son of Frerin, accept the responsibilities given to me as dean of Ernestine State University. I will do my duty to the best of my abilities, and remain loyal to you and to this institution." He responded as he thumped his right fist against his chest.
"I know you will, my friend." Valerie grinned at him, her eyes full of trust and hope.
While they were occupied with discussing certain issues, you tried to sneak away, only to be called back by Madame Ernestine.
"Pearl, my dear."
"Yes ma'am?"
"Thank you."
She had a soft smile, emotions clear on her face, directed at you. The founder, Valerie was thanking you for your bravery, kindness and overall honesty. You simply nodded and grinned from ear to ear behind your mask. You were, however, suddenly nervous when Valerie and the two professors approached you. No, actually, all of them were, but the others are heading out of the office, perhaps to go back to their respective classrooms and start working, they gave their thanks as they went out.
"Pearl Blackbell, a wonderful name!" Professor Dulrik remarked. "May the Gods bless you and shine upon you in all your days," he grinned. Before you could reply, Professor Amila hugged you and whispered. "Thank you, for beating up those idiots," —which made you giggle— "It was the right thing to do, and also I had to defend myself. and thank you, Professor Dulrik."
"Nonsense, call me Professor Roldo, lass." He patted your shoulder as he went past you and out of the office, but not before he slapped Tai'chi's forearm.
"You best protect her if you can, lad. Even so, it is obvious she won't need protecting!" He laughed, and went on, quietly, as if whispering. "...Be her friend, my boy. Her eyes...they show the pain she had gone through. You saw that in her, didn't you?"
Tai'chi simply nodded in response. He knew what he meant.
"Then do what you must. If word ever comes to me that you hurt her, I will hunt you down with me battle axe hidden in my office, you hear?"
This time, he chuckled. "I hear you, Professor. I won't. I swear on the the name of my clan, no harm will befall on her." He told him, his voice firm and true.
"That's what I'm talking about, lad!" He replied as he finally exited the room.
Tai'chi shifted his gaze to you. You and the dean were still talking so he stood there, patiently.
"We best be on our way. We still have a number of things to set straight. We will see you around, Miss Blackbell. Don't get into trouble now." The founder giggled.
"I will try my best, ma'am."
"Oh sure you will, sweetie. Goodluck. And oh, the two of you should start going back. It's past lunchbreak afterall." She said as the two ladies sauntered past you and went out.
"Thank you, we will." You said, mostly to yourself.
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Finding Home Ch. 5
A/N: Yall I am soooo sorry this took so freaking long!!! but its done and I hope yall like it this was so much fun to write even if it took over a month because of school and stuff but its here so yeah! please dont forget to comment or reblog they mean so much too me :D and thank you @bookwyrminspiration for editing and helping me get this out as fast as i could
word count: 5096
tw warnings: minor panic attack, mentions of volence, and invasion of privacy
Chapter 5: Starting of a Fire
Sweat dripped down her spine as thoughts raced through her head. Sophie didn't quite understand how it had happened, all she knew was that somehow she had Tam's memories. Memories of Linh and arguing and Denver. How had she gotten in his head? Did Tam know she had seen his memories? She hadn’t touched her telepathy in years. School was hard without it, but she had her memory, and she didn't want to know what her human friends were thinking; Fitz had somehow ingrained the rules in her brain. But somehow, after years of barely even thinking about it, she had managed to reach Tam's mind, which was probably hundreds of miles away, and had looked at the exact memories she was thinking of.
Memories Sophie had no right to. Fear solidified in her stomach, a weight she didn't quite know how to bear. "Soph? Sophie, you up?" Amy called from the hallway.
The pillow behind her looked so soft and tempting to fall back into, but no matter what telepathy crisis she was having, she had a life to get to. "Yeah, I'm getting there." The words came out rough from sleep.
Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she plugged in her headphones and started her wake-up playlist. Mystical powers could wait until after breakfast.
Amy rode the bus with her to work, Their Saturday routine. Amy had tutoring with Jena (bless her heart), and Sophie who had worked at the cafe across the street. Normally she would work all day and get home around the same time Amy did from her afternoon shift. It worked well, and they would sit at home afterward juggling homework and takeout.
"That guy's picking his nose," Amy said, breaking the unintentionally tense silence.
"That's so gross, why would you say that?" Sophie whispered incredulously. No matter how hard she tried, her eyes couldn't leave the man who, unfortunately, had a finger up his nose.
"Ha, now you can't unsee it!" Amy grinned triumphantly. Annoyed, Sophie grumbled back and went silent. She stared, lost in thought, not fully present.
"Why are you so tense?" Amy said softly, as if she didn't quite want Sophie to hear. In the back of her mind, she thought it sounded like when she used to hear human thoughts.
"Hm? I'm not tense," Sophie lied, only to have Amy turn to her in surprise.
"I didn't say that you were," Amy responded quizzically.
“But I heard you?” Sophie said. Was she hallucinating? No, she couldn’t be, she wasn’t crazy. Amy was still staring at her, eyes boring, brows furrowed. Studying her, Sophie really didn’t like being studied. Her tone bordered annoyed when she finally asked, “What?”
“Why’d you read my mind?” Amy asked, eyes narrowed and her tone hushed. “Isn't there rules against that?”
It took a second for Sophie to process what Amy was saying. She hadn’t meant to listen in, but she hadn’t meant to go through Tam’s memories either. Was she losing control again? It was two minds; it could mean nothing, it wasn’t her fault, it was an accident! But what if losing control of her telepathy is only the beginning? This- the worrying, the panic, malfunctioning that reminded her she was only an experiment and a weapon- it was supposed to be over. Why wasn’t it over?
Too deep in her panic, Sophie was unaware of Amy grabbing her arm. The bus slowed down and Amy dragged her out of the bus and as far away from the swarms of people as she could. “Sophie? Soph you with me?” Amy asked desperately. In response, Sophie could only nod. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought, oh, this is a panic attack. The want to run, to move, to get away, exploded in her body everywhere at once. The walls around her mind fell next, and she heard everything at once. Her head pounded, her eyes watered and her knees gave out. She crumbled to the ground and Amy sank in front of her.
Hands gripped her shoulders, hard but not in the way she knew. It wasn’t trapping but comforting, grounding, a reminder of where she was. Amy’s hands moved, one to her arm and one to the back of her neck. Amidst the screaming thoughts of passerby chaos and pain, Amy knelt in front of her, pressed against her and one thought rang louder than the rest.
I'm here. I’ve got you. You can enter my mind if that’s easier, it’s gonna be okay.
Sophie wanted to cry with relief, if she could have talked she would’ve shouted with happiness. She choked in a breath, focused her mind, and plunged her mind forward.
Amy let out a sharp breath but stayed quiet. After over a year and a half of being in no other mind than her own, it was surprisingly underwhelming. It was weird, feeling her body in one place but knowing her mind wasn’t with it.
Hi? she thought.
You're loud, geez, Amy responded. How’re you doing?
It's easier to block everyone else out if I focus on you, she said. The pain was still horrible but she was getting there. One by one she matched her breaths to Amy’s and started to block off the other thoughts. Built her walls, brick by brick, until the suffocation of thousands of thoughts loosened and the migraine calmed.
Eventually, Amy spoke. So, when did this start happening?
Losing control? After Fitz taught me what to do it hasn’t happened, Sophie responded.
No unintentional mind reading? Nothing? Amy had her there. Unintentional mind-probing more like.
Sophie took another deep breath and leaned away from her sister but kept her eyes shut to block out the world. Last night, she started, I somehow got ahold of Tam’s memories. The ones of Linh and him when they first arrived here.
Amy remained silent, the only sound their breathing. A beat passed and Sophie opened her eyes to find Amy studying her, eyebrow quirked. Go on, she finally thought.
Except Sophie didn’t quite know how to go on. In an impulse decision, she brought Tam’s memories to the surface of her mind. With a brief Brace yourself, she transmitted them to Amy and watched her reaction as the scenes played before them.
When it was over, and the scene of Tam and Fitz faded, Amy was silent yet again. “Oh shit,” Amy whispered, meeting Sophie’s eyes.
With a chuckle, Sophie bitterly responded, “Yup.”
“Have you told her?”
“No?” Sophie gaped. “How would I even say that? ‘Oh yeah so in my sleep I accidentally watched your brother’s memories and learned all the shit you didn’t tell me. hope you don’t hate me or anything’?”
“Okay, yeah, that's a pretty bad conversation starter,” Amy agreed. “I don’t know how, but you need to tell her. This is pretty big.”
“I know,” she said with a sigh and Amy’s face softened with relief. Standing up she continued, “I guess we should get moving, we don’t want to be late.” As they walked, Sophie tried not to think about how she intentionally avoided saying “I will”.
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Hours passed, tedious as always. Taking orders, making coffee, cups and bags, and people. So many people. Somehow Amilia's head survived. A few slip-ups, when a part of her mind would get distracted. When the muscle memory of her tasks wasn't enough and she had to rack her brain to remember an order only to get flooded with thoughts that definitely didn't help her remember.
At one point, when there was barely anyone in the small cafe, Amilia had an idea. Her gaze flicked over the cafe, from the plants scattered decoratively to the tables she had yet to clean. Taking a breath, she tried to open her mind up to one of her coworker's thoughts. To see if she could after all these years only blocking off her powers. After a few tries (and tripping over a bucket of water) she managed to do it. With enough focus, she could open her mind and build walls around the thin connection between her and her coworker's minds.
She grinned, letting herself celebrate her small success for a fleeting moment until the door opened again with a ding and she was back at the register. The order was simple as Sophie plugged it into the small device. Her voice struggled not to sound bored as she called out the name when it was ready and returned to her cleaning. It was all so boring; her mind wandered to Linh coming over. She felt her heart flutter at the same time dread settled. Not now, Amilia told herself as the small bell rang again and she found herself back at the register.
"Amilia!" Jena called, sauntering her way into the cafe like she owned the place. That's what Amilia liked about the girl, how she wasn't intimidated by anything. Natalie trailed behind her with a tired look in her eyes.
"I need like three coffees," Natalie groaned.
"You won't survive three coffees," Amilia laughed, already starting to place their orders. It was the same every week, Jena with the most amount of sugar added to her coffee and Natalie with just straight black. Jena paid as an apology for whatever hell studying ended up being.
Nat hummed appreciatively when James, Amilia's coworker, gave them their order. In one move she downed the entire cup despite it being burning hot. "Ahh that's the shit," she mused.
"How did your throat not just disintegrate?" Amilia asked bewildered.
"I'm just not a weakling," she retorted. "Also your girl is coming over once your shift is over if you haven't forgotten."
'Your girl', Amilia knew, was referring to Linh who had planned to come and hang out that afternoon. Which, after the events of the morning, she had entirely forgotten. "Fuck," she hissed. "My shift is almost over so hopefully we can get home with time to spare to clean?"
The apartment desperately needed cleaning, covered in piles of homework and dishes and trash that they only occasionally had time to take out.
Thirty minutes later the sisters were rushing onto their bus home, catching their breath as they grabbed the handlebars. When they finally arrived home, the tall glass building taunting them in the daylight, Sophie took the stairs two at a time and practically kicked the door in. She ran around the apartment in a fury trying to figure out where she could stuff things when she heard murmurs.
"How long do you think it'll take her to notice?" Linh's unmistakable voice asked.
"Eh give her a second; She's in the zone," Amy responded, clearly trying not to laugh. Slowly turning around, praying desperately that her face wasn't as red as it felt, Sophie faced the figures leaning in the doorway.
"Hi?" she said tentatively, but it came out more like a question.
"Hello, sweetheart. We didn't mean to interrupt," Linh responded with a grin.
Sophie tugged at her eyelash in embarrassment, "I totally just ran right past you didn't I?"
"Yup," Linh chuckled.
Sophie groaned and buried her face in her hands. "It's nice to know you care about order though," Linh said, gently pulling her hands away from her face and placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
Amy chuckled, walking in behind Linh, "Y’all are too soft for me. I'll be in my room." In a half-hearted response, Sophie stuck her tongue out as she passed. Linh's arms were comforting around her as they snaked their way around her waist. Instinctively Sophie leaned into her touch and wrapped her arms around Linh before burying her head into the crook of her neck. The first thing that Sophie realized was that Linh was much taller than her, in all the memories she had Linh was shorter,but here she was, taller, and Sophie leaning against her instead of the other way. The second thing was that Linh was warm like a blanket or a human heater. Compared to the rest of the world, which was gradually getting colder because of the fall, Linh felt warm like home, like something familiar.
"We should probably move," Linh whispered, mouth against the top of hair.
Sophie hummed, "But you're comfy."
Linh laughed sweetly, "You were in the middle of cleaning, I don't wanna interrupt that."
Pulling back, Sophie surveyed the room. Unfortunately, it was still in need of some cleaning. "I can do that later; you're here right now and I wanna spend time with my girlfriend."
Linh just shook her head, "I like cleaning. It's relaxing, and you can introduce me to that music you've been screaming about."
Vaguely she remembered texting Linh late one night about the new band she’d found and how Linh just had to listen or she would die. She grabbed a cup from the kitchen, reluctantly started the music, to which Linh started moving slowly. "We can start in my room, it's probably the worst," Sophie said, stopping her brain from overthinking it before it was out of her mouth.
With that, they started cleaning, which was surprisingly more fun than it would seem. Now and then a song would come on and Sophie would throw down whatever she was holding and do an impromptu dance party. Linh would just laugh and watch her with those eyes that were full of adoration and pulled at Sophie's heart, pulled Sophie farther and farther into this dream of reality.
She avoided thoughts of what Linh was, of the memories she wasn't supposed to have seen, they but nagged at her over and over. Feet moved, things fell, and they laughed and danced, and Linh- Linh just wouldn't stop smiling. The small motion pulled at her heart and it was just like she imagined. It reminded her of the days during the war that they'd sit and sort through the clues, and for once Sophie found herself longing for that time.
"Hey, babe?" Linh called from the closet as Sophie shook herself out of her haze.
"Yeah?"
Stepping out there was something in her hands. It was a postcard. She cocked her head to the side trying to rack her brain where it could've come from. "It says it's from Kull? The hell kinda name is that?" Linh said.
No- Sophie stumbled a bit, no it couldn't be. But no, she remembered. Three weeks after being at the new apartment she got mail. Not some shipment for her, a postcard, with four words written on it. With shaking hands Sophie grabbed the card out of Linh's hands like she was in a dream.
I'm here, always. - Mari
Far deep inside of her, under layers and layers of running and hiding and nights of crying, something broke. She was lonely. She wasn't alone per se; Amy was there, Linh was there, giving her those concerned eyes and crinkled eyebrows, but she was lonely. Sophie missed late-night pancakes, and endless days laughing and baking hands filled with flour (distantly she wondered if that's why Fitz had fallen in love with baking), she missed the hard exterior who had the best hugs and always knew what she was doing. She found herself missing Angie too, the weekends they'd play scrabble and laugh at how Angie would win every time no matter how hard she and Mari tried. Sophie longed for late nights sitting in Tommy's attic, the lawnmower boy across the street that always came in for banana pancakes while unironically humming the song under his breath (she asked him about it once and he just said it was always stuck in his head). They used to play late night games until it was one in the morning and Mari was calling and asking if she was coming home (most nights she didn't, too busy laughing and trying to throw popcorn into each other's mouths). And something inside her realized she missed those nights. She missed the random people she'd fallen in love with, the late nights filled with laughter and shakes instead of nightmares and tears.
Glancing up she studied Linh's face. It was a mix of concern and confusion, a bit of hesitance, and a lot of wonder. The sudden urge to cry hit Sophie like a brick wall and she did. She cried quietly, knowing that this wasn't something that needed to be cried over yet she needed to do it anyway. Strong arms wrapped themselves around her and Sophie buried her head and tears into Linh's shoulder. "What do you need?" Linh asked after a moment of rubbing small circles into Sophie's back.
"To go home." Linh jerked back, confusion and bewilderment evident in her eyes because home to Linh would never be a small town with a dirt road and covered in trees, it would be a world of brokenness and misplaced ideals that forced her, them, to fix it. It would be a world of shimmering crystals and jobs she never wanted. She didn't know Sophie's was the exact opposite. Sophie explained, the town and what she left behind, not why because it felt stupid, but she explained what Mari was, her friend (mother figure? The one who knew her better than anyone else?), she said she left, and she needed to go back.
"Okay," Linh said, a finality. And Linh pulled out her computer, and an hour later they had plans and were packing and it all felt too rushed to be real. It felt weirder when Amy said goodbye from the bottom steps of the apartment; she would be coming up the next day with the gang's van. It felt weird, like moving through jelly when they stepped into the Grayhound station and Sophie was left staring at her ticket and at the bus in disbelief.
"Soph," Linh whispered after a beat, "I think you're supposed to, you know, get on the bus."
Sophie knew the functions of buses, better than Linh most likely; she knew that one was supposed to step in it, choose a seat, wait for it to stop, and if it was the desired location one would step off of the bus. If her life were the movie she watched with her parents when she was little, she would walk gracefully, with soft music setting the mood, and when she would sit down, she would let out a breath that she wouldn't know she was holding. She would watch out the window wistfully, and at some point, the music would get quieter and the image of her would fade into the memories of herself meeting Mari, a speed-up of the year she had spent with the woman would play. The music would rise, and the scene of her running trying to hold herself together in the pouring rain. The camera would follow as she ran to the bus stop, as she grabbed a ticket and made it to the last bus for the night with her little duffle bag and tears picture-perfect, the ugly sobs that wracked her that night were just not movie material, and the scene would switch just as she was sitting down in the memory to her standing up, with a new determination in her eyes, in the present.
But, this was not some multimillion-coming-of-age story with a bow on top.
Because Sophie herself was too much of an emotional mess and a real person (term used loosely and does not apply to being a secret-elven-war-hero and more used in the sense of the emotional trauma and not knowing how to function normally that comes with being a secret-elven-war-hero) to be the star of a movie. Who would pay money to go see someone with human emotions also fail at life when they can just look at themselves or the people around them for free?
"Earth to Sophie!" Linh snapped in front of her face.
"Yes, I'm alive, huh?" Sophie rushed.
Linh snickered and made Sophie blush more than she wanted to admit. "I was wondering if we were actually going to get on the train?" Linh said gently.
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry it's just weird, I needed a minute," Sophie apologized.
Linh smiled slightly and gently intertwined their fingers, "I get it, and I'm here for you." Instinctively she leaned into the touch, but a knot of guilt and anxiety tied in her stomach along with thoughts that she had tried desperately to keep out of her head all day. What are you hiding? If I said anything would you still be here? Or will you run from me too?
They found their seats, and Sophie managed to steal her way to the window seat. She stuffed her bag under the seat in front of her and found herself stopping. She let out the breath, she hadn't realized she was holding. A pit settled in her, a deep and endless feeling that she could get lost in. Down down down it went filled with black and heaviness she was so desperately trying to ignore. Her uncertainty scared her the most. It was like the Neverseen, she never knew how long her peace would last or how quickly it would be ruined.
Hopefully, she could make this last another day. Another night of this feeling, of safety while holding Linh's hand. She wasn't quite ready for this to be over, to rock the boat, to ask about what Linh did. It was selfish, but Sophie was a selfish person.
The man at the front of the bus, the driver, stood up holding the microphone, and started to say something probably about rules and destinations, but Sophie couldn't hear a word he said. At that moment her thoughts were flooded as the boundaries she built came tumbling down. "Fuck," she whispered, she could barely hear herself. Squeezing her eyes she tried not to cry and kept her head down. This time it wasn't nearly as bad as the street which had so many more people, but still, her head pounded and she dug her nails into her fingers resisting the urge to pick at an eyelash. Surprisingly, it was pretty easy to hide the pain from Linh, whose sole focus was the driver's words. She clamped her jaw shut and focused on the pain in her palms, trying to forget about the migraine. The Grayhound suddenly roared to life and started to move jostling Sophie back into her seat, the motion making it worse. "Fucking christ," she hissed as a particularly loud thought rose to the surface.
"Babe? You okay?" Linh asked, putting her hand on Sophie's arm, finally noticing that Sophie was very much not okay. It took everything in her not to snap something sarcastic back.
Instead, she went for a hopefully convincing smile and said, "Yeah I just need to run to the bathroom."
Linh chuckled as she got up. "I told you to go before we left." Sophie nodded in response as her head continued to pound and she reached up to pick an eyelash. She tried to hide the pain as much as she could walking towards the back, holding her balance surprisingly well as the jackhammer in her head continued.
She made it to the bathroom, which was smaller than she expected. Sitting on the closed toilet (it was the size of a portapotty and she wished there was somewhere else to sit) Sophie counted her breaths. Slowly, she opened her mind. It was as bad of an idea as it sounded. The pounding got worse like the thoughts were trying to crack her mind, but Sophie was determined. Sifting through the loud barrage of words and ideas she searched for the quieter voices. She found her way downward (not really but it was the only way to describe the feeling) pushing thoughts to the side building a guarded bridge from her mind. A tiny wisp of thought caught her attention, a blank spot between the screaming.
Gotcha, she thought triumphantly.
Pushing forward, imaginary brick by imaginary brick she created a path to the silent mind that was most likely sleeping already. With a push, she found her way in as gently as she could, taking refugee in the calm. She allowed herself a breath before she started to build her mind walls around the second one. One by one the minds faded to the background like static until she was finally at peace in the stranger's head. It felt weird, to say the least. The walls were up, she was fine, she was protected, and yet she felt reluctant to leave. Like she should figure out who this person was. Why did she care? That was a good question, Sophie didn't quite have an answer.
As she was about to leave, pushing away her conflicting thoughts, a memory, tinted blue appeared. She shouldn't have looked at it. That was her first mistake. There were rules against this intrusion, she wasn't supposed to see it. And yet she was curious. So, against her better judgment, Sophie stayed and Sophie watched.
She could tell from the start the memory clearly wasn’t happy. It started in what looked like a bathroom. Dark and grim, dimly lit. They were staring down at the sink, something dripping from their face. It might've been blood. The door opened and the person's head swung, Sophie caught a glimpse of dark hair in the mirror before her attention was drawn to the figure in front of her.
Dangerous eyes matched a dangerous frame. A red and black striped shirt peeked out from behind a gray jacket rolled up to the man's elbows. Peaking from under the edge of the sleeve was the end of an anchor. Dark eyes were accompanied by a smirk that made Sophie's hair stand up. "What do you want?" a high voice said, presumably the owner of the memory.
He only raised an eyebrow in response leaning against the wall.
"Oh stop that little act," the voice huffed, "No one’s gonna see you here.”
His face relaxed and for a beat it was silent, then, "You're being reckless."
Saying nothing, the view shifted back to the sink. "I've got nothing to lose," they murmured. Pale hands with bruised knuckles gripped the edge of the sink.
"Yeah? Well welcome to the club," he said gruffly. "The whole reason this little group exists is cause every single one of those people? Guess what, they've got nothing else to lose except this place. And I'm not risking their safety for you."
"Nice to know you care," they said with a huff.
The man's eyes were tired as he pleaded, "Look, you know I'm not great at emotions, but try not to pick a fight with every single person you come into contact with out there?"
"Yeah, I'll try," breathed the voice, defeated.
"And Linh?" the man kept speaking, but Sophie couldn't hear. Words were muffled as they looked up, and Linh's—her Linh’s—face stared back at her in the mirror.
Startled, Sophie stumbled out of the memory, out of Linh's mind (why was it Linh's mind?) all together. The wall of the bathroom smacked against the back of her head as she jerked back into herself. "What the hell," she gasped. "What the hell."
A beat passed till Sophie stood, bumping her knees against the wall across from her. It was awkward trying to maneuver her way out of the miniature-sized bathroom (it didn’t even count as a bathroom). Finally, she pushed the sliding door back to let her out and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone that noticed her. Fumbling her way out, still slightly trapped in her haze of how’s and whys and Linh Linh Linh- she almost passed her seat when Linh tapped her.
Sophie didn’t hear what she said, it all going in one ear and out the other as she tried to mask her intense waves of emotion and thanking the universe that Linh wasn’t an empath. She avoided Linh’s silver eyes, dodging her worried looks.
“I’m fine,” Sophie barked. “Just rattled, wondering what I’m gonna say to Mari,” she lied of course the thought of Mari hadn’t even crossed her mind until then. But when she started to talk she couldn’t stop herself, “It’s just been a long time you know? I don’t know if she even wants to see me. I left her just in the middle of the night with barely a goodbye after a year of living with her and her taking care of me and-“
There was a hand holding hers and another cupping her cheek. “Hey,” Linh whispered, her breath tickled Sophie’s cheek.
“H-hey,” she stuttered as Linh brushed her thumb under Sophie’s eye, wiping off the tear she didn’t even know was there.
A small smile captured Linh’s face, it made Sophie wonder how this girl was the same one who used to be so so angry. she probably still is, part of her thought before she shoved it away.
“We’re already here, on this bus on our way; this is the point of no return. Okay? And this may be the point of no return, but you’re not alone. I’ve got you and Amy’s coming up tomorrow. You’re not alone in this. Whether she wants you to come or not cause of how long it’s been since she asked, you need this, you can’t just bury this,” Linh said, her hands stayed cupped around Sophie’s face and her eyes held her gaze firmly.
Sophie let herself nod as she noticed how close Linh was. Part of her wondered if she was supposed to kiss Linh (that’s what couples did right?) but another was stuck turning Linh’s words over in her mind unable to stop thinking, But isn’t that what you did? Bury and bury and bury?
Linh’s smile grew and she felt herself smile too, even if it was small and her mind was too busy overthinking for the aching in her chest to register. They turned away from each other, Linh with a small remark of how tired she was and Sophie grabbing her headphones from her bag. Plugging them in, a desperate attempt to shut out her mind, she felt Linh's head on her shoulder and that smile returned and grew as Linh sighed and curled into her side. For a brief moment, she convinced herself that the girl in the memory was not the same girl she knew. For a fleeting second, Sophie pretended that she couldn't feel herself setting the fire to the beginning of the end.
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False Ring - Levi x Reader
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Word Count: 2,296
My Masterlist
Warnings/disclaim: general
Modern Office AU
Author’s Note: Continued under story
Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 12/25/2016. Revamped/edited in 2020.
___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer
Written in 3rd person
Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.
Story under cut
“Hanji! Take down that mistletoe, now!” ___ barked at her while walking up to her.
“But it’s Christmas!”
“There will be no kissing in the office!”
Hanji kept complaining and trying to defend the decoration.
“Hanji. I let you get away with going overboard on the decor for Christmas, decorating everyone’s desk, the lobby, the breakroom. I am drawing the line at the mistletoe!” ___ was lecturing Hanji basically in front of the entire advertising and marketing team. Hanji was one of the top managers, behind Erwin and Levi, of course.
___ is the CEO but always has a degree in advertising, so a lot of her free time was spent there. Being hands-on and knowing about every campaign and making sure they all appealed to a wide audience.
“But, ___-”
“Hanji, you can put it up at home and the Christmas party tonight. But please just, not in the office.” ___ sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“___!” Hanji whined.
“Oi! Shitty Glasses, ___ said no, so get away with that shit.” Levi stood next to ___.
“Come on, Hanji. I’ll help you with decor for the party, okay?” Erwin wrapped an arm around Hanji, dragging her away.
___ took a deep breath. “Thank you, Levi.”
“Tch, whatever.”
“Will you be at the party, tonight?”
“No.”
“What, why not?” ___ tried to not let the disappointment show in her voice.
“I don’t like Christmas, it’s over-done and all about presents, nowadays.”
“That’s why I am holding the party without presents, though. So we can all get to know each other better and spend time with each other and our families.”
“I have no reason to go, nor do I want to be around all of the brats and lovey-dovey couples.”
“Oh, okay. I’m sure you’d rather just spend time alone with your girlfriend anyways.” She gave him a sweet smile. Levi just glared at her, making her sigh and look away. “I know, I know, you won’t talk about your life outside of the office.” An awkward air settled between them. “Well, I hope I get to know your personality better in the new year. I’ll see you after News Year’s, I need to tell everyone to go home now.”
___ gave a quick surprise to all of her employees, telling them the only reason for them to come into work on Christmas was to clock in and get their bonus check. Telling everyone Merry Christmas, go home and she was looking forward to seeing them and their families at the party.
About an hour after everyone had left, ___ was sitting at her desk, finishing some paperwork.
“What are you still doing here?” ___ jumped a bit, at hearing Levi’s voice, which made him click his tongue at her. “Go home to your family.”
“Oh, there’s no one waiting for me at home. And this paperwork needs to be finished.” ___ gave him a small smile before looking back down to the papers and filling them out.
“Isn’t this supposed to be mine?” Levi had walked over to her desk, taking the paper from her.
“Hey, put that back.”
“Why are you doing my work?” He glared at her.
“I’ve been taking half of your’s, Hanji’s and Erwin’s work lately. We got a new client and I know you guys are already overworked. Since it’s Christmas, I wanted you all to be happy and not too stressed out. I prefer being at the office, so I always find where I can lighten the load of others.”
“You do this often? My work?”
“Yeah, not just yours, though. It’s not like it’s too hard to do or anything.” She shrugged and opened her hand to Levi. “Come on, give it back. Go home, have a goodnight.”
Levi sat down across from her. “When are you going home?”
She stared at him for a moment, confused. “About 3 hours before the party, so I can get ready and get there before everyone. To make sure Hanji didn’t go overboard. But I’ll be back here tomorrow.”
“Are you going to be there all night?”
“Yes, of course. I am the main host after all.”
“What time do you think you’ll go home?”
“Um, I don’t know. Probably sometime tomorrow. Why are you asking so many questions? This isn’t like you, you normally don’t care.”
“Do you ever go home?” Levi glanced around, avoiding her question, his voice was getting harsher and judgmental.
“Sometimes. I usually just go home to shower and get a bit of sleep. But I have a bed in my side office for days where I just would rather get more work done. I have a week’s worth of clothes here. So I guess I mainly just go home to get clean.”
“Wait, you sleep here? How often?” Now, his voice was belittling and demanding.
“I don’t know, like 4 times a week maybe.”
“Tch.” He seemed truly annoying with her.
“Don’t you click your tongue at me, boy. You’re acting hostile and demanding. I don’t need this from my employee, go home.” She snapped at him. Levi stared at her for a moment.
“Did you just call me, boy?” He almost growled at her.
“Ackerman. Go. Home. Now.” ___ let authority coat her every word. It was rare she used his last name or ever had to use an authoritative tone on him. He stared at her for a moment, before clicking his tongue again and leaving her office without another word.
“Hanji, thank you for not going too overboard.”
“Erwin reeled me in.”
“Then I guess I should be thanking him.”
“Nah. You both look beautiful by the way. I didn’t know you had tattoos, ___.”
“Thanks, but yeah, I’ve had them for a while, sometimes I forget about them.”
“It’s awesome to see so much for your skin, it looks so soft!” Hanji rubbed ___’s shoulders, making her smile then push her away.
“Stop it.”
“Where did you get your dress?” Hanji was feeling the soft material. ___ just smirked at her and looked down at her red strapless dress.
“Um, I think my mom got this for me last year. So I’m not sure.”
“How are your parents?”
“Oh, they’re good. They couldn’t make it over to me this year and I have too much work, so I couldn’t go to them, but I’ll be seeing them for New Year’s, I should be done with all of my work by then.”
“Why do you have so much work? Hanji and I finished everything the other day.”
“Oh don’t worry about it.” She gave them a heartwarming smile.
“It’s because she’s doing some of our work.”
___ turned on her heel, to see Levi standing right behind her.
“You what?!” Hanji screamed, gripping ___ and shaking her by her shoulders. “You’ll never get babies if you keep overworking yourself! You’re going to end up in the hospital again for overworking yourself!”
“Hanji! Stop!”
The brunette stopped shaking her boss.
“I love my job. I’m not worried about having children. I won’t overwork myself, again, that’s why I put that bed in my side office.”
Erwin groaned and Levi stared at all of them.
“Wait, that’s why you were hospitalized for a few weeks a couple of months ago?” Levi wanted confirmation.
“Yeah, I came to her for some signatures and she was unconscious at her desk,” Erwin stated.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“You didn’t ask and we didn’t want to tell too many people.” ___ shrugged.
Erwin and Hanji then continued to bug ___ about giving them their work back so she could go see her parents sooner. Eventually, she caved in and told them she would give them their work back tomorrow.
“I can’t believe you showed up, just to tattle on me about helping out with work.” ___ grumbled as she and Levi leaned against a wall, drinking some wine.
“I showed up because Erwin told me to. Ratting you out, after calling me boy, was a bonus.”
“You were mad at me for calling you, boy? But you’re younger than me by a few years.”
“I’m not a boy.” He growled.
“Uh, huh. Sure," she giggled at his anger.
Levi moved so he was blocking her path and his hands on either side of her head, making her blush.
“I’m not a boy. I am a man.”
“Oh, okay.” She was too shocked to say anything else. Levi moved back a bit to look at her.
“You’re blushing.” He smirked at this, which only made the crimson dusting her cheeks grow darker; because she had never seen him smirk before. “You’re blushing more now.”
“Shut up. Why are you teasing me?”
“Because I didn’t know you were single before.”
“What?”
“The whole office believes you’re married.” This made ___ burst out.
“No! Oh, that is funny.” She kept giggling. “No, no. I don’t have a partner, I mean I have some people I have crushes on. But I have no interest in letting them know that.”
“Why is that?”
“I like how things are now.”
Levi and ___ hung out together most of the party, well, he hung around her while she talked with many different employees and told stories.
“So, ___. Tell me,” Jean piped up. He was a new customer service employee. “Is the rumor true that you and Levi are married?”
___ almost spit out her drink. “What? So not only was the rumor that I am married is going around, but to Levi?”
“So I take it’s not true?” Jean chuckled. “Then how would you like to get dinner sometime?”
“Just because she’s not married doesn’t mean she’s desperate enough to go out on a date with you, horse-face,” Eren sneered as Mikasa glared at Jean before he could retort.
“If anyone takes her to dinner, it’ll be me,” Levi grumbled, making everyone quiet.
“So you’re dating?” Jean was the only one stupid enough to ask.
“None of your business.” Levi glared at him. “Come on, ___.” Levi turned on his heel.
“Oh, um. I’ll see you guys after the new year. Have a wonderful holiday!” ___ chased after Levi. “Levi, what was that all about? Why did you confuse them like that?”
Levi scoffed. “Because I meant it. It’s none of their business, but if anyone is to take you out anytime soon, it’ll be me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oi, you’re stupid for being smart. I like you, clearly. That’s why I got mad anytime you asked about my nonexistent girlfriend or offered to have me come to dinner with you. I thought you were married. Anyone would with that ring on your finger.”
“Oh.” ___ was blushing and looking down at the ring on her finger, she had stopped walking.
Levi turned to face her, standing in front of her. “Why do you wear a wedding ring?”
“It was my grandmother’s, she didn’t have much, but being her only granddaughter. It was the only thing she left me. I just wear it because she was like a mom to me. Plus, it kept away creeps. I didn’t mean to confuse everyone, though, or push anyone away, especially you.”
“You’ve been visited by the Mistletoe Fairy!” Hanji giggled while holding a stick with mistletoe hanging from it.
“Hanji, no!” ___ scolded her, pointing a finger at her. Levi glanced up at the small green branch. Levi clicked his tongue before grabbing the back of ___’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss.
___ squeaked while Levi pulled her to him, but she quickly let her body relax against his.
Levi smirked as the tension in her body disappeared, he kissed her gently again, before pulling away, letting his grin slowly fade away.
“Can I expect Levi babies soon then?” Hanji squealed.
“You’re just being stupid now,” ___ giggled. Erwin had popped up and dragged away Hanji so Levi and ___ could be alone. “Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday, Levi.” She beamed at him.
He froze for a second before pulling her into a hug. “Thanks.”
She pushed back a little. “What for?”
“You’re the first person to say that today, a lot of people seem to forget my birthday because of Christmas.”
“Oh, I even got you a gift. I was just going to give it to you next year, but since you’re here.” She smiled and pulled away from him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him over to the coat station. She asked for her purse and pulled out a small box.
“I got it last week. So, happy birthday, Levi.” She offered it to him, he cautiously took it. “Well, open it.” So he did.
He pulled out a couple of sturdy tins. “Is this really Jungpana and Glendale loose tea? This is expensive shit.”
“Is it? I just went to a tea shop with great reviews and told them you really love tea, that you like to be clean and your birthday was soon. They recommended these.”
“They are really good, they have good taste, but pay attention to pricing brat.”
“You like your gift right?”
“Of course.” He pulled her close to him. “I can’t wait to see more of you, you’re the best gift.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Well, you being single, is the best news I learned today, so that’s the best gift. But you won’t be single, much longer.” He rested his forehead against hers.
“Well, if that’s the case, I think you should invite me to test that tea out with you.”
“Tch, don’t tell me what to do. But you should come over soon.”
“It’s a date.”
“Damn right it is.” He pulled her close, keeping an arm around her most of the night, showing no signs of leaving her side anytime soon.
Author's Note: Continued
As far as I know, Levi’s b-day is Christmas, so this fic was written for his b-day.
#attack on titan#aot fic#fanfic#fanficiton#levi ackerman#levi x reader#levi/reader#fic#lalahbug#lalah writes#reader insert#xreader#self insert
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The Tumblr Beta Version: an objective analysis
I was tempted to just type “it sucks.” And while that is an objective analysis, it’s not exactly helpful. I’ve sent several requests to @staff and @support to restore my account to the old tumblr dashboard format, and received the same automated reply twice now. I’ll copy/paste it here so everyone is on the same page:
(lol, I had to go back and edit this, because apparently the beta version doesn’t display block quotes on the dash. So I’ve also put the block quotes in italics... hopefully it’ll display properly... note after editing: nope, it doesn’t display italics either... how the heck am I supposed to differentiate quoted text? I’ll start each quoted bit with an asterisk, I guess...)
*Thanks for reaching out about the beta dashboard.
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WE CAN ONLY HOPE.
*In the meantime, check out some of the new features available only in the beta dashboard:
OKAY TUMBLR, IF YOU INSIST, though I would MUCH rather have back all the functionality I personally invested into this website through xkit... you know... making the site ACTUALLY FUNCTIONAL. Let’s see what this beta version has given me instead of functionality:
*Change Palettes: Go to the person icon, then click "Change Palette." You'll find the classic Tumblr blue, dark mode, and a few other color palettes for your dash.
So I tried out all the color palettes. In addition to the ones mentioned here, there’s one that’s trying to look like a green screen terminal that gives me flashbacks to the early 80′s. There’s a reason we stopped using green screen terminals... Another one is “canary yellow.” It’s very yellow. The “classic tumblr” isn’t actually classic tumblr... all the post boxes are dark blue with grey type, not white with black type. And all the other colors are the insanely bright fluorescent of the new Dark Blue standard tumblr scheme. Which means links are practically invisible unless I highlight them. It’s migraine inducing. The one theme with a light colored background is called “Concrete” or “Cement” or something like that and even that only works for about half an hour before the migraine aura really kicks in. I just want my Old Blue via xkit back. You know, what tumblr actually used to look like. I don’t want any of these horrible color palettes. None of them work for me.
*The new "meatballs" menu: This is where you can copy the post link, unfollow the Tumblr who made or reblogged the post, or report a violation to our Community Guidelines.
I could do all of this from the user menus with xkit, too. I don’t regularly report violations or have the urge to block people I have chosen to follow. Why on earth would I want to do any of this? And why would I want these features located directly beside the post link copy feature?
You know what I do miss? I miss the xkit timestamps feature. I didn’t have to hover dangerously close to the KILL IT WITH FIRE meatballs menu in order to see when a post was made, and in this era of disinformation and misinformation spreading around this site faster than Covid-19, being able to see when a post was ORIGINALLY created is a far more useful feature than an easier way to block people. For reference: I currently have three blogs blocked. Two of them are pornbots. One is a nazi. If I don’t want someone’s content on my dash, I don’t follow them. This “feature” is entirely useless to me.
*A quick note: Pagination is not supported in this beta test, but we're collecting feedback to send to our engineers.
THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST. This beta test might actually be tolerable if I wasn’t trapped into endless scrolling. If I could page through my dash, refreshing it every ten posts or so. You know why? Because once I scroll about 30 posts down my dash, tumblr starts overheating my laptop under the load of ALL THOSE POSTS. Things start malfunctioning-- it takes longer and longer to load new posts the farther I scroll. And the keyboard navigation (both page down and hitting J to advance to the next post, and even just using the down arrow to scroll as I read a long post) freeze and stop functioning. One of my laptop fans has actually begun to malfunction.
You know why this wasn’t a problem on the old version? If the data load got to heavy, I could open a post in a new tab, click view on dash with xkit, and voila! Brand new tab! I could close the malfunctioning tab and everything would be refreshed to normal! But without pagination, THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Also, after reblogging a few posts, the beta version of this site breaks, and doesn’t open a post tab to add commentary or even tags. It just... reblogs the untagged post with no warning whatsoever. You know... that’s really really not cool. I tag EVERYTHING. Well, almost everything. The tags are the only way to keep track of the 40k+ posts on my blog. And warn people that I am posting potential spoilers, or other specific content. It’s REALLY inconvenient to have to either immediately go to my blog to edit the post and add tags, or even comments. The alternative is to scroll up to open individual posts I want to reblog in a new tab, and then reblog directly there. Ironically enough, THOSE pages actually open with xkit installed, and everything (surprise!) functions perfectly there.
It’s perfectly reasonable to understand why this specific issue has limited the number of posts I reblog. Reblogging content should not be this much of a hassle. Creators have been complaining for a while that reblogs have drastically slowed down, and I think making it even more annoying and difficult to reblog posts will not help this problem.
Also, with xkit enabled, there’s a function that auto-loads images as you scroll, so the images are always visible BEFORE they appear on screen. I don’t have to look at the colored boxes and wonder if this is a post I’ve already seen or something I should sit and wait for. Don’t even think about watching tumblr videos. Loading priority is given to the ads that you cannot pause or dismiss, so that video loads and plays in choppy two second bursts instead of being given priority. Since that’s the content I am actually here to consume, it kinda makes me want to do the opposite of patronizing anyone who advertises here with graphically intense ads. And then when you scroll away, with xkit, gifs and videos you’ve scrolled past STOP loading and playing, which I think might be contributing to the intensity of the resource hogging that’s literally melting down my laptop.
And for reference, I have a pretty decent little gaming laptop. A blogging platform shouldn’t be driving it to the brink of frying itself. I didn’t realize just how much xkit worked to streamline this and provide basic functionality to this site.
*And lastly, if you're an XKit user, know that the XKit team is working hard to update things on their end to make it compatible with the beta dashboard.
And this doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what I’ve lost without xkit. And this is a really REALLY garbage response to user complaints. “Oh, yeah, sorry we made our site suck even worse, but those nice people who do our jobs for free will surely fix our garbage soon!”
Dear wonderful people at @new-xkit-extension, I love you, and I miss you, and while I wish xkit worked with this beta version I’ve been forced into living with, I truly feel for y’all who are trying to deal with this nonsense on behalf of all of us.
And to the folks at Tumblr... maybe try to just... make your site actually more like xkit. You know, actually functional. None of these special new features are useful or functional to me. I respectfully request for a fourth time to be removed from this inane beta test.
Give us OPTIONS. Let us display ALL THE TAGS without having to click a button. Let me have back my Activity+ that actually allowed me to interact with people from my dash! That showed me real-time inline notifications in a way that I could reply to with a single click! Bring me back to my column of open messaging conversation icons so I have easy access to the people I talk with throughout the day instead of closing them all every time I refresh the page. I already feel socially isolated in freaking quarantine, please stop shutting off all my avenues of communication!
Let us have pagination! I mean, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to force heavy users of this site into a beta version that doesn’t allow us to opt out until your engineers had actually figured out how to make it work in a very basic way.
*Let me know if there's anything else I can help you with!
YES. PLEASE REMOVE ME FROM THIS BETA TEST NOW. I have let you know exactly what I want from this site. I just want it to ACTUALLY WORK. For someone who spends 12+ hours a day on this site, this beta test version is NONFUNCTIONAL. PLEASE ALLOW ME TO OPT OUT. I AM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU. I WILL ACTUALLY PAY YOU CASH MONEY TO ALLOW ME TO OPT OUT OF THIS AND GO BACK TO HAVING A FUNCTIONAL BLOG AGAIN. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
PLEASE!
I AM OFFICIALLY AT THE END OF MY PATIENCE FOR ENDURING THIS NIGHTMARE.
(one final quick note... I’ve only been back on my dash long enough to make the parenthetical edits-- i.e. adding italics that don’t display and then adding the asterisks at the beginning of each section of quoted text, and already my laptop is overheating again. For reference, I originally typed this entire post from within my tumblr inbox page-- which still functions normally with xkit-- and spent over an hour on it. My laptop was fine the entire time. Clearly the issue is this beta version of the website. I will never forgive tumblr if y’all fry my literal only portal to the outside world at this time. PUT ME BACK TO NORMAL NOW. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INFURIATING AND ENTIRELY UNACCEPTABLE. Thanks)
(oops apparently i lied... when the asterisks and the previous final note failed to display, I thought that seemed suspicious, and realized that I literally needed to refresh my entire dash in order to see edited changes. Funny how xkit enabled me to do that in real time, which is just another bit of functionality I’ve lost with this beta program. Please guys, this is really, really not working for me at all, just put it back.)
#tumblr problems#staff#support#xkit#was this good enough for you? because I am totally done with this if that wasn't completely obvious#please end my suffering
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Irritated 2
A chorus of bangs ring out on the cold metal door echoing in the small space of your hotel room. At first you jump, your nerves frayed as memories flood the forefront of your thoughts. That is until you take a deep breath knowing full well who is impatient enough to beat on a woman's hotel door. Irritation paints your features as you finish touching up your makeup in the bathroom mirror.
"Oi!" The culprit calls out, his voice pulling you out of your ritual head space causing a vein to pop up in your forehead.
"I'm coming!! Damn." You shout back slamming the tube of mascara onto the vanity top giving yourself a once over in your hero suit. It's a body con black suit, nothing fancy, no modifications. A zipper in the front that can stop at your navel. But you never unzipped it past the beginning of your cleavage. It was just a suit fit for summer that is breathable and wicks sweat. You twist this way and that as you over look your body thinking only of the comments made about it.
Did you look too thicc in your suit? Were you leading males on just because a tight suit benefited easier movements?
Hell no you weren't leading anyone on. You blow a kiss to your reflection before flipping your French braid behind your shoulder stalking out of the room with a card and a tube of chap stick angrily.
You open the door just as Katuski was about to bang on it. He either cannot or does not, stop his fist from following through the motion and it lands harshly on your shoulder, his gauntlet rattles from the force.
If only it put you out of your misery.
You look at Katsuki with the most annoyed face you can muster, shoving his arm away as Deku stands behind him offering a sheepish smile and small wave.
"Uh hello Y/N." He all but squeaks. His hero suit, now all black, is snug over his chest and stomach, his mask pulled off of his face resting on at the top of his sternum while his cowl lies unused on his back.
"Hello." You say dryly looking at both of their costumes. Deku doesn't seem to have pockets or at least pockets large enough to hold your items as well. Leaving you to glare at the man in front of you. His uniform all black for stealth, having long lost the little orange and black flair that comes off of his mask. His muscle tank is snug as well, hugging every line of his muscles leading to a set of almost lose black pants tucked into his combat boots. He still has his utility belt of mass destruction and his knee pads for cracking teeth with.
You grimace as the gods have decided your fate on who you will have to stick more closely too. You sigh audibly thinking for a fraction of a second that maybe his pockets are bigger but you know they are not.
You hold out your chapstick, a must as you would rather die than not have your beeswax chapstick, your card, and your phone to an exasperated ash blonde.
"The hell is this?" He snarls and your eyes narrow to slits as you pick his left pocket to shove your items in knowing full well he keeps his phone in his right.
"OI!" A blush so faint dusts his cheeks but you mistake it for rising blood pressure as you smooth your hands over your hips.
Where pockets should fucking be but honestly they would fuck up the aesthetic.
"No pockets." You shrug shoving past him as you guide the way, "So you're stuck with me."
Izuku shares a look with Bakugou before he shrugs his shoulders falling in step behind you as scarlet watches your fading back.
××××××××××
The crowd outside erupts as the three of you make your way into the convention center, a building that dwarfs the block. You wave and smile, stopping here and there to sign somethings for many female fans.
And the occasional male that looks decent.
Izuku takes the time to sign a few items for fans too and even begins fangirling with one over a limited edition All Might magazine the fan wanted to share with him as Bakugou sticks closely to you.
Offering a grimace to many of his squealing fans but it does nothing but encourage them more.
"Please take a selfie with me!!" One screams loud enough that it catches his attention. He smirks when he sees the grenade gauntlet tattoos she has on her forearms and snatches her phone. He sets it to selfie mood but is smart enough to be at least a foot away. He offers his deadliest smirk, throwing up three fingers getting mostly himself and the tattooed fan in the picture. He returns to phone to her hand and she freezes before exploding into a fangirl scream.
Sometimes he loved to make women scream.
"Please have my babies Ground Zero Sama!!!" She yells and for whatever reason he is not bothered by her. So he throws a rare bone to her.
"Maybe one day." His voice comes out gruff and majority of the crowd by him SWOONS. Panties SOAKED for sure.
You roll your eyes but cannot fight back the smile that paints your lips or the butterflies in your stomach from his interaction.
The excitement is infectious.
"Tejina over here over here!" A male shouts and you grab the pen and sign a tasteful magazine photo of you, avoiding everyone who has screenshot pictures of your Instagram printed out.
"Gosh I love you so much! My sister has a similar quirk and thought it was lame until she saw you!" He beams as he watches you make the pen dance across the inked page.
"I'm glad I can help. No quirk is lame. Make sure she knows that too." You offer a genuine smile and suddenly the fan feels different about you. His respect amplifies as he stands frozen. You try to move to the next screaming fan who happens to be another male, you're trying your best to be fair despite your past track record.
"Tejina, this is what the meet and greet is for." The security guard places his arm between you and the fan.
"But!"
"This is what the meet and greet is for. They will keep you here all day." He says sternly as he guides you toward the doors.
"She is always such a bitch don't you think?!" The now jaded fan shouts. You start as if jabbed after hearing the comment and some of them yell in agreement but they are drowned out by the excitement for Bakugou and Izuku.
At least you drowned out to all but you.
And a hot head who walks behind you, baring his teeth at the fan who snaps his mouth shut after seeing the death glare.
The colors of the convention quickly lift your spirits as you see memorabilia and paraphernalia of heroes current and past. Fans pause at various stations all dressed as various heroes. All Might of course being the biggest and first life sized cardboard cut out that you see.
Izuku shoves his phone into your hands as he shouts.
"Oooo take a picture of me with it!"
Your laughter rings out while Katsuki rolls his eyes.
"Dont you have tea with him like every other day?" You ask but pull up the camera for him, "Move closer."
"Yea you useless Deku you see the real thing all the time."
"But you guys know..." He trails off and you make a gesture with your finger for him to smile. He drops his sad thought and beams as the camera.
And not with his weird imitation smile he so badly wanted to use. No he used his true smile, the one he wears so well to save people with.
Slowly becoming the hope of the nation but people enjoy a badass hero equally as much. Speaking of him.
"Hey he was your sensei too right? Get in there...Kaachan." You tease with the nickname and he glares daggers. Flushed cheeks from rising blood pressure.
"I'll kill you." He says but makes no effort to keep his steel toed combat boots planted as he walks towards the cut out. Izuku keeps the same pose and smile as Bakugou crosses his arms, standing a little ways away from the cut out like a brooding teenager would his father in a forced picture. You snap it happy and yet not just content with it.
"Get closer and smile!" You whine as incoming fans begin to form a line, "Others are waiting!"
He looks your way to see five or six people waiting before he gets closer. He looks up towards the cut out and feels something familiar burning in his stomach. Awe, respect, and sheer arrogant determination to outshine him one day. He faces the camera with the smile and you capture it perfectly.
The smile does something to you but you push it down as you quickly send the pictures to yourself slipping Izuku back his phone as you spy something that catches your eye.
"I need it!" Is all you say as you drag the boys before either can look at the photos properly. They find themselves in front of a soft pink booth with a wide eyed artist who seems to be struggling to speak as you look over the work.
The same artist who drew fan art of you with Midnight, and you with your cat posting it to her Instagram account. Not daring to tag you but some other fan had and you couldn't thank them enough.
"Ah here it is!" You hold up the prints of your favorite drawings in cool and warm colored pastels. You make a gimme motion to Bakugou. It takes him a moment before he rolls his eyes fishing for your card from that he since placed in his own wallet for fear of losing it.
"Ah Tejina. Please you do not have to p...pay me." The artist finally croaks out and you whirl on the sweet little bean faster than she can blink.
"Are you not an artist?"
"I...uh I am."
"And are you not charging anyone else?"
"Oh no I am charging them."
"Then you're charging me. I want one of everything. I love your work." Her eyes water as she looks up at you.
"Are you...are you sure. Some of it has..." Her eyes trail to the hot head beside you and you smile.
"Yes I'm sure. Somehow you've even made *him* seem tasteful." You smile and she hesitantly takes your card before placing items into a large black backpack that has a dreamy, almost sleepy looking Bakugou in soft blues staring up at the viewer. She passes you the bag and you wonder how she could capture a side of a person that you're sure no one has ever seen. Something about the image causes a stir in your stomach. You chalk it up to nerves as you make eye contact.
"Th..thank you." She stammers and you smile so brightly.
"No thank you. I adore your work." You give a small bow before giving your bag and your card back to Bakugou who glares at you furiously.
Yet he slides the backpack onto his broad shoulders as he slips your bank card back between his own. He rolls his eyes as Izuku now leads your little party to a group of cosplayers.
"They're us!" He shouts excitedly, fussing over the cosplayers.
"No shit, Deku." The real and fake Bakugou snarl in unison before the real one smiles cocky at the imitation. The fake glares at him, internally fangirling before adding harshly.
"The fuck you lookin at?" The real one cracks a smile as he steps closer, noting not only his assholeish attitude but the attention to detail of his suit.
"Heh." He cracks before crossing his arms, "I'll allow you to parade around as the best. But remember a copy is just a copy."
You go to repramand him but find yourself curiouser as the male fan blushes, fighting to keep his glare as if he was paid the best compliment. The two Izuku's gush politely to one another before you and your fake share photos of your cats.
*"Attention: The cosplay contest will be starting in building B in five minutes."*
"Fuck we're late!" Fake Bakugou exclaims grabbing the wrist of Tejina, "Come on babe."
Katsuki's eyes widen as he watches your and his own carbon copy rush toward the other building both blushing and yelling in excitement about meeting their heroes.
"Good luck!" You call out before they totally fade away. The three of you aimlessly wandering through the buildings. Buying things here and there, Izuku being the worst. Who has a large almigh book bag stuffed to the brim of items. You let your eyes rove over stations buying fan art here and there. Something of Azaiwa holding the fattest cat you've ever seen to even art of every day heroes you've interacted with solely for the purpose that their art makes them seem so normal.
Doing normal everyday things, the simplicity of attempting to capture their vulnerable sides you know they must posses but what you and the artist have never seen.
Izuku fangirls with another All Might collector Bakugou growls to no one in particular as he grows impatient with his rival. You quickly lose interest in the comversation and something catches. You squint unsure as to what the stand is selling until you actually see it causing you to burst out laughing.
Hard enough for tears to well in your eyes.
"I'm dying!" You exlaim, gasping for breath as Bakugou says what the fuck about four times.
"I'll show you." You wheeze grabbing onto his hand to guide him through the crowd. He feels stunned by your touch, his cheeks heat for some stupid fucking reason again as he looks at you. He's frustrated, irritated even but he is thankful that most of the fans believe you three to be cosplayers.
"This." You hold out the body pillow to him to show him a panting version of himself in a torn shirt and looking needy with heavily blushed cheeks. Large hand in hair while the other trails down his own abs.
"No." He says in horror as you can't help but bust out laughing again.
"Oh fuck I might just have to buy one. This Bakugou seems sweet." You can barely finish your sentence as you attempt to reach for his wallet to get your card but he takes a step back. Mortified before a malice laced smile pants his lips, you swallow thickly.
"Yea well this Y/N seems more submissive than the real one." He cocks an eyebrow as he produces an even more needy version of yourself with your hero suit unzipped to your pierced navel, the sides trying to fall away to reveal your breast. The expression they have of you is a few faces away from ahegao. You're panting, one hand behind your head while the other hovers over the space between your legs.
"Hmm must be accurate since they got the belly button ring." Scarlet eyes trail your torso and stop at the tiny bump that shows through indicating the truth about the pillow. You did have a belly button ring but you had to REALLY be looking to see it.
Your face burns as you stare at the pillow while his comment now haunts you, embarrassment rips up your throat.
"OOOOKAY!" You try to snatch the pillow but Bakugou takes delight in your discomfort as you did him. He plans to use this pillow to torture you further. It would be more than worth the embarrassment of owning it.
"I'll take this please." He states as he reaches for his wallet.
"Like hell!!" But he holds it high in his hands and you have to press against the pillow and Bakugou to attempt to reach it. You take in a sharp a breath to yell but it sticks in your throat as you smell something almost hypnotic.
Like deep spices and burnt sugar. You blink furiously as he side steps you to hand the vendor cash
"What about you little lady?" The older man asks in a gravely voice. Bakugou attempts to answer for him but snatch his wallet and spy your card quickly.
"Yes please." You pass him your card, fending off Bakugou as you wrap up your transaction.
"All yours." He offers you both a creepy smile as he lingers on you, "Enjoy."
You visibly shutter and you squeeze the Bakugou pillow closer to you before mirroring the real one's body language. He holds the pillow mockingly as if it were his date.
"Y/N I think we should move onto the next booth." He teases as he walks with pillow in hand and you match his stride never falling behind him.
It becomes quickly apparent that the two of you were venturing into the very NSFW 18+ section of the convention as the hero art become more and more lewd. Yourself, Momo, Midnight and many other heroines were lining the laws as banners. You all mostly undressed if not naked with stars or hearts over your goods.
"Is that her?" A vendor whispers and you catch his green eyes. He holds eye contact not daring to look away.
Bakugou's face sours harshly at the art works, the vendors comment going unnoticed by him and he turns to you. When he sees you looking down with that solemn expression on your face something causes his gut to twist.
"Oi." He nudges you, "Look."
He points out the most embarrassing thing there, himself. Full on ahegao face with the likes of Kirishima and even Deku.
It earns a small smile until you see yourself depicted on your own sheet next to the odd combinations of his own.
"We never speak of this part of the con again?" He asks placing his hand on the small of your back as his guides you and yalls pillows to the safer more PG rated version of the con.
You still feel those green eyes boring into your back but you don't want to let it bother you. You tell yourself its nothing.
"Why, you don't want people to know you actually make that face?" The jab is half hearted he can tell but he pretends to be flustered over it. You laugh when you see his angry face and how his lips curl over sharp teeth.
"I'm hungry let's gooooo!!!" You whine, this time pressing further towards the food court, "Text Izuku-kun we won't have much time to eat!"
"Yea they might run out of food too if you're eating." He teases pulling his phone from his pocket as you stick your tongue out at him, your nose honest to God guiding you towards food stands. But before Bakugou can finish his text a familiar voice rings out.
"Bakugou! Y/N!" Izuku sounds happy and deep as it nears closer before it changes an octave, "Oh my Kami! Do you know what's on the back of those?!
Izuku blushes furiously as a security guard stands impatiently next to him. The two of you blanche having never thought about the fact that most body pillows like this had two sides. You both flip yours at the same time and DIE laughing. Both of you depicted in lewd positions and faces. Clothes more torn than before almost revealing too much on either of you.
"Oh man this side is better." You wipe away a tear, "I'm bringing this to the interview."
"You will not!" Katsuki exclaims, his laughter dying quickly.
"Actually this nice gentleman was sent by Yami to pick up our things and take them to the room." Your eyes follow Izuku's hand to see it pointing to a little wagon. You set your pillow in there nicely as Bakugou come closer setting his own blackmail pillow and your book bag of items into the cart.
"Thank you!" The three of you bow as he grunts wheeling away towards the hotel.
You three walk past a few straggling booths before starting to get into the food area as you do so you spot a tumbler cup with a cute cat being held by Aizawa. Both the cat and Aizawa look bored, irritated at the viewer and MOOD in written in caps beneath.
"Suki my card!" You half shout digging into his right pocket with his wallet.
"Oi you need a purse." He growls but makes no move to stop you as you rush with your card away from them barely in sight.
"This please!" You say holding out the cup and placing it for them to ring up. They pass you back your card while they gently wrap the cup up in paper. As you wait the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up just before you feel a hand ghost over the small of your back, hip and even cupping the cheek of your ass. You turn to see green eyes and suddenly you feel unsettled.
"Watch your fucking hands." You seethe with a shaking whisper of a voice as you quickly flee back to the boys.
"Where's the cup you needed so badly?" Bakugou asks angrily wondering why you're empty handed after making such a big fuss. You place the card into his open palm unable to look him in the eye right now.
You feel like a coward, you need just a moment to yourself so you can collect your composure and spot the bathroom.
"Oh let me use the bathroom right quick I'll be right back." You say as you cross the busy convention traffic to the restrooms. Thankfully few women are in there allowing you to take a moment to breathe. You splash your face a few times with cold water before watching it drip off of your reflection. You stare yourself in the eyes and purse your lips. Snatching paper towels to dry your face figuring you've been in there long enough. You toss them into the trash as you exit the restroom.
"Oh sor... " But the apology dies in your throat when you see the same green eyes again. You squeeze your hand shut to keep your power from flinging him into the opposite wall.
"Ah excuse me." You say tightly as the anger begins to seep back into your bones calling on your power. Your heart pounds as half moons begin to eclipse red in your palm. He does not move and he is close enough you can feel his stale cigarette breath fanning your face before you feel a light pressure on your stomach.
His fingers just barely brushing agaisnt your belly button ring, you watch his eyes gleam with ecstasy as he fingered the ring. You see red, about to explode before you're brought back to earth with a memory.
*"I'll fucking sue you for damages and ruin your career if you don't at least give me one of your worn, dirty suits. Look at me?! I'm bleeding and my arm is broken."*
*"Who will they believe?! An established man in this community or a recluse upcoming desperate heroine."*
You bite the inside of your lip until you taste copper. You swallow your pride, your anger and choke on them as you struggle to speak around the lump in your throat.
"People are expecting me. You have me confused." You manage to slip past him and fight the urge to run. That always makes it look worse to the crowd. As if you're guilty and it would do everything for the green eyed male. As that would give way to his instinct to chase.
Relief floods you when you spy Bakugou, you latch onto his bare muscled arm seemingly nonchalant all the while bitching about how hungry you are. His skin and agitated voice have never been more soothing.
He looks down at you and doesn't miss your odd behavior. Sure you've been touching him here and there but you've never held onto him like this. Maybe Deku, but never him.
And you may think that you are hiding it well and maybe you are to everyone else. But not him. He sees the soft, almost unnoticeable glow to your eyes that hints you have or want to use your powers. It's a telltale sign only he's picked up on from battles and one v ones with you. No one else can ever seem to notice and he doesn't miss you glancing over your shoulder as you would on a mission if you were bait or suspected being followed.
No...something was definitely wrong with you and the fact that you wouldn't even think to share it with him or hell at least Deku, had ire BURNING in his stomach and hands. He flexes his arm confirming that you're keeping your hand tense and squeezing into his bicep for reasons unknown but it was answer enough for him. He resists the urge to give your suspicion away by glancing over his shoulder although it may be for the best that he didnt. Because Bakugou knew that if he did whoever he found your eyes land on...well let's just say they wouldn't make it through the weekend.
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not that anon from like, forever ago, but i agree with them, why do you even talk to that freak?? shes really stupid and annoying, honestly im impressed that youve put up with her for this long
anon from a second ago, i meant yawniguess btw, the weirdo
Aight- okay.
We’re about to have a serious problem here.
First of all I noticed was that, if you were not the anon who sent that hate ask in my inbox wayyy back in Aug 30th, 2020 (yes, I scrolled through my asks to find it)
And Wow- am I impressed. You are dedicated to scroll through *that* much of my posts to find it. Either you *were* that anon or you *are* friends with that anon, or you’re just... an obsessed stalker 👀
Okay: first of all, what even is your problem with good ol’ Yawn?
I think being a weirdo is a good thing ya know? Better than being a bully like you. It doesn’t affect anyone, and if you have a problem with it? Then I think it’s your own fault for interacting in the first place. No one is forcing you to interact with Yawn in the first place, and the fact that you are bothered and have the guts to even come front and complain about something you had a choice in? Wow. That is so dumb.
First of all, Yawn being stupid and annoying? Does not affect anyone. Yawn being smart and not annoying? Does not affect anyone.
Look, you brought this onto yourself, and you’re *clearly* bothered if you had the time to scroll through all my posts just to send this one ask, about how much you dislike Yawn.
Go get some help! Jeezus!
If you don’t like someone block them. Clearly you don’t like Yawn. Block them!
And if you’re wondering sooo hard about why I even put up with Yawn because your tiny brain cannot comprehend this amazing, smart, talented, creature, then I *honestly* think, nothing I say will make sense to you.
Being a freak and a weirdo is better than being a bitch baby bully like you who actively stalks people online and sends anon hate.
What do you have against Yawn that you can’t simply solve by clicking the “Block” button? And doing this thing we call, “Mind Your Own God FUCKING Damn Business” and let people live their own lives?
Honestly, I feel sorry for you. Try to find something good to do with your time than sending hate.
Also here’s a message from Spider, a good ol friend from @poptartsaysurloved ‘s system
“The next time you stoop so low by thinking you even deserve to come into this inbox, I will personally come and break off your fingers and force fee them to you.”
Wow! Surprise!! More friends of Yawn.
Suck it bitch. Just shut up and leave Yawn alone or you’re going to have a problem with all of us :)
Edit: Oh also please block me as well on your way out :)))
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