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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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May I request a little something? Reader is an employee at the compound and is super shy.. and gets teased by some of the other agents relentlessly. One of the male agents gets kind of aggressive to her because she’s walking through the training area and he starts shoving her saying how she doesn’t belong. But not realizing why she’s there; she’s meeting Loki for a lunch date and he sees someone unworthy treating his lover like trash. If you don’t mind 🥺

A/N: Omg, totally, I had so much trouble figuring out which Avenger would be this mean, but also I feel like Steve would go to the gym to let off some angry steam so I went with him. Two things: The beginning is slow so I apologize and second, I did change lunch date to dinner for continuity. <3 It might seem a bit chunky because I did write some of this last night while I was tired, so I'm sorry if the quality isn’t the greatest.

Also, you're my first request, this notification made me very happy. Request as much as you want :)

You Belong

Loki x reader

Word count: 2201

Warnings: small mention of violence, mean!Steve, Loki fluff

Y/D/N - your dog’s name

It’s not like you hate working at the tower. In fact, it’s the best job you’ve gotten in a year considering you’ve been doing retail work for six years, but as soon as you heard about an opening at the Stark Tower, you resigned and applied.

Simple enough, your job includes watching security cameras and sitting at a desk. Sure, you’re a receptionist, but not much happens so you usually go on your phone and smile at the Avengers as they enter the building. You’re not complaining since you’re not the most outgoing person and the gods know what would happen if you were to have to interact with any of the Avengers (probably you spilling coffee on them or stumbling over your words). Most people don’t believe you when you tell them your job, but after a couple of your friends brought you lunch and crossed paths with the heroes, they stopped teasing you.

You’ve always admired the heroes. Steve, Captain America. You were told stories about him when growing up so when news broke out that he was alive, you became a fanatic. Then came along Tony Stark who famously announced his status as Iron Man and then the presence of an actual god, aka Thor.

They’ve been okay with you in the past. You thought that because they were Earth’s Mightiest heroes that they’d be nice to you, but they often shit all over you. You’ve attempted to say hi to them before, but you get mixed reactions every time.

“Good morning Clint.” … .“Even my deafness can’t drown out your annoying voice.”

“Good afternoon Thor.” …. “Earthling.”

“Mr. Rogers, there’s a package for-” … . “just send it to the floor. No need for conversation.”

Bucky, who is known to most of the world as the quiet boy, will wave and say hi every so often. You think he only likes you only because of your quiet nature, not freaking out over them or treating them like gods. The other Avengers ignore your gestures. Most of the people in the building will get ignored if they attempt to talk to any of them, or if they make the mistake and attempt to approach Tony Stark who will insult them then demand them to pick up his dry cleaning. You’ve been on the wrong end of his antics before, but it’s amusing to watch him mess with people who don’t know not to talk to him.

The attack on New York was the most memorable day, not because of the debut of the Avengers, but because of the introduction of Loki. Everyone was scared, not knowing what his intentions were until the creatures came. You remember working that day at the Tower when they came flooding down. Windows broke and people were going crazy.

Like the idiot you are, you just hid under the desk and hoped for the best. You could hear the screams and echoes of crying around you. It felt like hours before they were gone. Finally gaining the strength to come out of hiding, you found the US army in the building with Loki in handcuffs. You got a good look at the god before he made eye contact with you.

Ten seconds felt like ten minutes as the two of you stared at each other. You couldn’t tell his facial expression due to the muzzle like thing over his face, but the way he looked at you made butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t decide if he scared you or intrigued you. He sized you up, either in case he needed to fight you or he was checking you out. Then came more action.

There were double agents then Loki was gone. You weren’t even sure what to make of it. Months went by without the sight or even talk of Loki. Life went by like normal with the Avengers coming and going and your coworkers bitching about something that you didn’t concern yourself with.

Loki showed up one day out of the blue. Most people got nervous, but you felt the same feeling as the first time you saw him. You couldn’t even give him the same smile or wave as the others for a day or two, not wanting to look stupid in front of the powerful god. Picking up bits and pieces from eavesdropping on Mr. Stark, you found out Loki was staying with the avengers for a while as punishment for New York.

The thought of having to see the black haired god every day made you excited. There was something about him that was different from the rest. Maybe it was his power, or confidence, or even the way that he dressed. After a while, you mustered up the strength to wave to him as he entered the building, which shocked him the first time. He politely waved back, but then it became a habit. Then him buying you a coffee became a habit.

The first time you saw him drop coffee off by you was thrilling. You two became more than what you had with the other Avengers, every so often he’d even stop and talk to you for a moment. He learned your name, dog’s name, even your grandmothers. Your coworkers were stunned by the interactions, given the fact that you’ve never talked to any of them.

“Y/N.”

You look up to see the god saunter over you with a coffee in hand, Thor following close behind.

“I was wondering something.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you have a boyfriend, by any chance?”

“Of course she doesn’t. Have you seen… her?” Thor teases

“Go away, you lug.”

Thor rolls his eyes at Loki as he walks away, watching you two with a suspicious eye.

“I’m sorry for my oaf brother.”

“You don’t have to apologize. The Avengers see me as a burden.”

“That’s not right. You’ve been nothing but helpful, at least sine we’ve known each other.”

“I’m glad someone feels that way.”

“Anyways, you didn’t answer my question. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You felt the heat in your cheeks as he asked the question and hoped Loki doesn’t see your embarrassed rosy tint. Although you try to not let the heroes get to you, Thor is right. You have no chance of getting a boyfriend.

“I’m not… I uh.. No, I guess. No, I don’t.”

“Wonderful, so I take it you have no plans tonight?”

“Uh, no, I don’t.”

“Perfect. Meet me in the Avenger’s living quarters at seven. Wear something nice.”

Loki’s words linger in your head all day until you’re in your bedroom picking out something to wear. You know Loki, he’s flashy, bold. Nothing you own is flashy or bold enough to match him, but he also said something nice so is flashy and bold the way to go? You let out a frustrated sigh when your dog comes to the sound. He starts licking your face, sending you into a laughing frenzy.

“I know, Y/D/N, you make things better sometimes.”

You pet him for another moment before returning to the current dilemma. Searching through your closet, you pick out a simple black truffle dress knowing black will work for any occasion. You settle on some gold earrings and red lipstick. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you pray to whatever god that you’re not overdoing or overthinking the situation.

The night floods over New York as you drive to the Avengers tower. Every possible circumstance flows through your head. Good ones like Loki being into you, the date going well, possibly marrying him one day. Then the bad ones like this are set up, he’s going to be rude, he’s going to be demanding and pushy. As you pull up to a red light, you slam your forehead on the steering wheel. What are you doing to yourself? This is the god of lies, mischief, after all. There’s no way this will be some normal date he asked you on.

Oh my god, he asked you on a date. You’re going on an actual date with an actual god.

You pull up to the tower and park. Bringing yourself up the courage, you get out and make your way inside. Most of the workers are gone besides the security and one receptionist, Katie, who is by far your least favorite coworker. She stares at you in shock at your appearance.

“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that, missy?”

You get all flushed by her teasing, heading straight towards the elevator with hopes of no more interruptions. The attention you got from her was already too much. What if Loki makes a big deal? What if he goes on for what feels like hours about how you look? What if he doesn’t say anything? What if you’re not what he expected?

Trying to shake away the negative thoughts impaling your brain, you walk off the elevator as the doors open. Looking around, you realize you don’t really know where the living quarters are. You’ve never been on their floors before. Most of the time, the elevator won’t take anyone but the Avengers up there due to Tony Stark's well made A.I that practically runs the tower.

You wander the floor slowly, taking in every sight as you walk. You silently thank yourself for wearing small heels since you could hear a pin drop. The large windows display the night sky so well, showing every inch of New York below you. The light from the moon shines in the hallway as you make your way down.

A large thumping sound comes from the end of the hallway, drawing your attention to it and away from the scenery. Slowly, you make your way over to the sound, hoping it’s an indication of where you need to go, but it’s not like you know any better. The sound staggers, going off every so often but not consistently. You wander your way to a room with the door wide open, the sound emanating from it.

You peek in to see Captain America going at it on the punching bag. He’s shirtless so the lights reflect right off the sweat dripping down his body. You’ve always known the serum made him this buff super soldier, but the way his body is completely… perfect… is beyond you. Steve stops for a moment and turns around.

“What are you doing here?”

“I-”

“You shouldn’t be here. This floor is for Avengers only.”

“I was just meeting-”

“What with Tony? Are you just another one of his booty calls? I know you don’t speak much, since you’re all ‘shy’ and that,” Steve says, putting a sarcastic emphasis on ‘shy’, “but sorry to burst your bubble. Stark doesn’t date his receptionists.”

You are stunned into silence. In all of the teasing you’ve received from the Avengers, you’ve never had any of them treat you like this. You freeze up, not knowing what to say or even do besides fiddle with your fingers.

“Nat was right. You’re just some dumb secratary.”

That was the final blow. You back up quite quickly and go back down the hallway. You try to not mess up your makeup as you cry the whole way there. Steve’s scoffing is still able to be heard down the hallways until he comes up to you. He pushes you over, stumbling over your heels, as he walks away, muttering about you not belonging there.

As Loki exits his room, he hears a muffled cry from somewhere off in the distance. He wanders the halls to see you walking slowly towards him, trying to contain your tears. Anger eters his body as he storms towards you, raging at whoever or whatever made you cry. Then he sees Steve push past you in a hurried manner, muttering something to himself. Loki grabs his arm right before he can manage to pass by.

“What did you say to her?” he shouts.

“I told her she doesn’t belong up here. She’s a receptionist for goodness sake, not a very important one, but one that isn't allowed up here.”

“Did it ever come across to your small mind that maybe she does belong here?”

“How would she be?”

“Maybe because I asked her out on a date and told her to meet me here, but let me guess, you’re too shoved up your honorable and glorious ass to hear her speak?”

“Not like she speaks much.”

“And when did that ever stop you with the Winter Soldier?”

Steve stares daggers at Loki until he realizes the god may be right. Not wanting to admit his own fault, he scoffs and yanks his arm out of Loki’s grip, walking away to the showers. Loki looks back to see you staring at him.

“I’m so sorry, love. He’s not as great as he seems.”

“No, he’s right. I don’t belong-”

“Don’t you dare say that. You do belong here, as much as I do, especially when you’re with me.”

You smile as his kind words, feeling the desperate sadness fading away from your mind. Loki reaches out for your hand with a gentle smile.

“Now, I believe we have dinner waiting.”

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pillow-anime-talk · 4 years

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thigh high socks.

synopsis: You decide to surprise your boyfriend with your new style of clothing.

# tags: scenarios; studies!au; current relationships; fluff; funny and spicy romance; boys are simps for your thicc thighs/legs; sfw i swear

includes: female reader ft. tooru oikawa, atsumu miya, wakatoshi ushijima, tetsurou kuroo & koutarou bokuto {hq!!}

— TOORU

Since you started browsing a Pinterest main page, you also started buying some new clothes who was similar to those in the pictures. There were many more skirts, shoes, shirts, sweaters and high socks in your wardrobe right now. Even now you have been waiting for the next five packages from AliExpress! Anyway, you’ve just been in the process of dressing up in new clothes to take some photos and just look at your mirror image.

Of course you didn’t look bad. The black skirt, white sweater and black socks looked great on your body and above all on your thicc thighs. Finally, you put on light-heeled shoes and you could go on taking photos, which after an hour you began to browse and rate. You’ve decided to add the two prettiest on your Instagram account with the ‘New style!’ description. This update has brought you many positive comments and lots of hearts, which made you very happy. You felt really appreciated and loved by friends who also added many comments on your new photos.

Anyway, you waited for Oikawa’s reaction; not gonna lie, your boyfriend’s opinion was the most important for you.

Buuuut, the minutes went by and the boy didn’t comment on your update, which was super strange because he had notifications on for your account updates. After a few more minutes you decided not to worry about it and change into more comfortable clothes.

However, you barely touched the high sock and heard a low protest saying to not do it. You turned toward the door and almost jumped when you saw Tooru closing your room door.

“Your mother let me in.” He threw with a smile, walking towards you. “I hope you didn't think I wouldn't comment this beautiful outfit. I just preferred to do it personally.” He added with a confident voice, hugging his chin to your shoulder. “The only thing I’m a bit angry about is that you didn’t send me these pictures privately, but we’ll make up it soon, right, bunny?”

— ATSUMU

You were a thermophilic type of person, so even a light breeze could cause unpleasant chills all over your body. No wonder then that even though the sun was shining, you decided to wear long socks that would protect you from the likely wind in the afternoon. You didn’t even pay attention to how well the high tights socks matched your legs or your university uniform. You just got in you small car and drove to the university. You came on a lunch break that day because your lessons started quite late.

You weren’t hungry, you had your breakfast before, but you went to the canteen only to see Atsumu and friends who, as always, sat at a table next to the big, clean window. You entered the canteen, making quite a fuss. Or rather, your legs have made a sensation, especially among boys. Atsumu choked on drinking milk, seeing your slightly new style of dressing, by the way.

Without paying much attention to the people or their comments, you moved closer towards your boyfriend and your mutual friends.

“Hi, Atsu. Hey, you spit. What a big baby.” You laughed, reaching for a handkerchief from your own bag to wipe his wet lips.

Then you wanted to take a seat next to him, but the boy pulled you on his knees, efficiently covering your thighs with his big hands. Thanks to this you noticed tens of jealous women and hungry male eyes whose turned towards you.

“Disgusting.” You muttered under your breath, leaning against the boy’s chest.

“They are jealous, don’t mind them. You look fabulous.” He answered with conviction, handing you a piece of chicken from his dinner.

Funny fact: your outfit caused such a great stir at the female part of the university that those who were in love with your boyfriend specially dressed high socks for the next day to get his attention. Of course your boyfriend had it in his ass and totally ignored all of them.

— WAKATOSHI

You've never been to your boyfriend's volleyball match before, because of your own schoolwork or the job in candy shop. But one day, when you had free time, you decided to support your man in a duel against another school. You went straight from school to the stadium without saying anything to Wakatoshi, naturally. You wanted to surprise him *pouty emoji*.

You saw your boyfriend when he had interview. At first Ushijima didn’t notice you, but when the interview was over, you came closer to him and patted him on the back...

“O-Oh, Y/N.” He murmured in surprise. “What are you doing here?” He asked in a serious tone, and you just laughed in the answer.

“I came to support you, Toshi.” You happily added.

“I understand. Thank you.” He answered and although it might seem cold, but you knew that Wakatoshi was very happy ‘cause you’re with him now.

Shortly after thanking, the captain noticed your today’s outfit, which was a burgundy dress and high gray socks.

“Is this also part of your support?” He asked quietly, discreetly pointing to your new clothes.

“If you only want, babe.” You laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll go to take a seat in the audience. We can go eat something after the match if you don’t have plans with your team.” You suggested and Toshi agreed to it. However, before you said ‘See you soon’ to him, the brown-haired boy took off his team hoodie and covered your bare shoulders. You thanked him quietly and then waved hand at him, moving away.

You quickly got your seat at the nearest grandstand, and shortly afterwards the match started. At that time Shiratorizawa Academy had by far the best doping! And all thanks to you!

— TETSUROU

Unfortunately, your train was late, which made you late too for Kenma’s birthday party. Luckily, Kuroo kept sending you text messages with informations that gifts hadn’t been given to his friend yet, so he tell you to don’t have to rush and you should be careful while on your way to the club.

Fortunately, after almost an hour, you safely crossed the threshold of the club with a big present in your hands and greeted Hinata standing next to the door. With your eyes you sought your boyfriend and moved towards him.

“Tetsu, hello! Kenma, happy birthday, I love you, man.” You greeted with a loud voice, attracting the attention of a black-haired man and a birthday boy. They both smiled at you, and Kuroo also gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Good that you are already, Y/N.” Kenma said with soft smile. You just chuckled and asked where’s the place to put the present. Eighteen-year-old pointed to one of wooden tables, so you went there. And when did you go there Tetsurou notice your today’s party outfit, which consisted of shiny long socks, shorts, a black short-sleeved shirt with a cut-out on the chest, leather jacket and high heels.

Without paying much attention to Kozume, Kuroo moved toward you to wrap his hand around your waist to show that you are here with him. After all, it wasn’t hard to notice the male glances that primarily landed on your sweet thighs and socks.

“Y/N... Did you put those socks with a specific intention or...?” He asked quietly into your ear and you shook your head.

“I thought it was too cold for the dress, but also too warm for the jeans...” You answered truthfully, laughing under your breath.

“Hmm. I understand. Dress them more often then. You looks amazing, my pretty girl.”

“I also have other, much cuter socks at home.” You started even more quietly, winking at him. “But those are only for your insight.” Tetsurou licked his lips at your words, then gave you another kiss, but this time straight on the lips.

— KOUTAROU

Recently, you started to like Korean pop, and delved into the local fashion of many idols, which often appeared in skirts and shorts. Your slightly boring and dark style of clothing was nothing compared to colorful, sweet and lovely girlish creations, which additionally decorated with trifles, berets, socks up to thighs or shoes with bows.

You knew that Bokuto loves you regardless of your outfit, but... you had a vision in your head of how much he would enjoyed your much softer look or hairstyle. You decided to spend some money on new clothes, and then you set up a date with your boyfriend, which he gladly agreed to.

You two met at the entrance to the maritime museum, which Koutarou really wanted to go. Of course, the poor boy was waiting for you there ahead of time because he was so happy ‘cause of your date! So, when he noticed you, he started running towards you, almost tripping over his own legs, when he saw you in an unusual, super cute dress and white, delicate thighs socks.

“Kou!” You squeaked when the boy took you in his arms and spun you around. “Koutarou!”

You quickly moved your hand to your ass to protect your panties from being seen by others people. Bokuto probably went crazy and he didn’t think about anything but only you because of how beautiful you looked in his eyes. He probably fell in love with you for the hundredth time, lmao, we love this puppy man.

And then it was even worse (or better; I don’t know how to describe it) because your boyfriend instead of watching the fish in the aquarium during your date only took pictures of your figure!

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muilkyu · 4 years

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Treasure vs A Bad Day

🐷 Hyunsuk

"Hello?"

A chuckle comes out of the phone, "Did you just wake up?"

You yawn into the phone prompting another chuckle to come from Hyunsuk, "Yeah. I was tired after class so I came home and went right to sleep."

"How was class?"

"So boring. I forgot my laptop so I had to take paper notes. I even had to tap the guy in front of me to ask. It was embarrassing," you groan.

"Sounds so dreadful," he replies, voice coming out with a hint of teasing.

"It was," you say, shifting you look around the room to look at the clock on the wall, "When are you coming back?"

"That's why I called. Do you want to go get food?"

"What are we going to get?" You question.

"You can pick might cheer you up," he replies. That night you settle for pasta which you'll both admit was overpriced, but it made you happy.

🐼 Jihoon

"Frowning causes wrinkles," Jihoon says walking into my bedroom.

"Does it look like I care," you respond, shrinking further into your blanket.

He signs making his way to the windows opening the curtains letting in the sunlight, "Get up right now."

"No, leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that," he replies sitting down on the side of my bed, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened. Just everything today is irritating."

He nods, "Okay, I understand that, but that doesn't mean you can't make today a good day. Let's go on a walk."

"That's the last thing I want to do right now."

"Come on trust me."

You look up at him. You can see that he is trying so you groan sitting up, "Fine now get out I need to change."

🐯 Yoshi

"Hey come to the kitchen!" Yoshi shouts.

"Okay," you yell back. Shuffling over to the kitchen you are met with a smiling Yoshi holding a plate of cookies.

"Did you make these?"

"I attempted to yes. Here, try one. I hope they taste good."

Reaching for a cookie you look over the plate. They look like regular chocolate chip cookies with caramel drizzled on top. The color is golden brown so he cooked them at the right temperature. Grabbing a cookie you take a bite.

"Is it good?"

"They are delicious," you reply, taking another bite it melts in your mouth right away.

His eyes widened like he's shocked to hear the answer, "Really?"

"Yeah. What did you make cookies though I have some in the pantry?"

He sets down the plate wiping his hands on your apron he has on, "You looked a little bit down today so I thought I would cheer you up."

"That's so sweet. Thank you." You reply before giving him a hug. Honestly, you had no idea Yoshi was paying so much attention to you. This sudden gift makes you love him a bit more.

🐨 Junkyu

"It's okay you're okay," Junkyu comforts rubbing small circles into your back.

"I messed everything up. I won't graduate, then I'll have to go back home and I already have a life here."

"No, you can just take a summer course."

"Then I'll miss out on our summer," you say pushing your head farther into your knees, "I don't want you stuck at the library with me."

Sighing he runs his fingers through his head, "It won't matter as long as you get to stay here. We can study at some pretty cafes around Seoul and outside as well. The summer won't be a bummer as long as your here."

Slowly you lift your head out of your knees facing him, pout still hanging strong on your lips, "Are you sure? What are you gonna do while I'm studying?"

He thinks for a second the thought never came across his mind before he proposed the idea, "I don't know but there is no way I'm letting you go back home. You are here to stay."

🐹 Mashiho

"On a scale from 1 to 10, how sad are you?"

"Ten," you reply.

"That bad?" He questions.

"Yeah, migraine, and I have math homework."

"I can't help you with your math homework, but I can get you some ibuprofen."

Nodding in agreement you smile sadly, "That would be great."

Mashiho is already making his way to the door, "I'll be right back then. You're getting cuddles when I get back!" He adds on at the end before he's out the door.

🦁 Jaehyuk

"Come on one smile."

"I'm smiling see," you reply, smiling but it doesn't reach the eyes.

"That is a fake smile. I want a real smile," he says.

"Jae I'm not in the mood," you reply.

"Why not," he questions.

You look down at the table, "I just don't feel happy today."

"Ahh okay well is there a reason?"

You shake your head, "Not really I just woke up and it felt like it was a bad day."

He reaches for your hand holding it, "Why did you tell me?"

"You were so happy this morning I didn't want to ruin your day."

"No matter what I'm feeling you should be able to tell me how you are feeling," he tells you, he starts playing with one of the rings on your finger, "I'm your boyfriend. I want you to talk to me."

You nod knowing he is right, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I guess I just didn't know how to tell you."

Smiling he says, "You can always tell me."

Giving him a little smile back you reply, "I will."

🤖 Asahi

Mindlessly you click through the TV channels. Nothing good is on or well at least anything you currently want to watch. Groaning, you toss the remote down and reach your phone. There are a bunch of missed calls and messages from your friends. The thought of responding to them runs through your mind, but instead, you just swipe away the notifications.

One of them catches your eye though actually, two new messages do. Both are from your boyfriend so you skin over them.

Asahi

I'm coming over with food.

I'll be there in 10 minutes.

The messages were sent 10 minutes ago which means he'll be here any second. Just as you get up to look out the window to see if he's outside the bell to the door is already buzzing. Asahi doesn't even say hello as he walks in just walking to the table and setting down the food.

"Are you hungry?" He questions already opening up what looks like Bibimbap.

"Not feeling that hungry right now actually," you reply taking a seat across from him.

He stops adding the bean sprouts to his bowl, "If you're feeling down you should eat still."

"How did you know I wasn't in a good mood," you ask, surprised he was able to randomly guess how you were feeling.

He mixes up his bowl and without looking up replies, "I had a feeling so I brought you some comfort food and now I'm here to listen," he grabs a bit of food onto his spoon leaning over to bring it to you, "Now eat and tell me everything you have on your mind."

🦊 Yedam

Notes have to be the most boring thing in the world. You write them for hours only to study them and then take the quiz and nothing you wrote to be on the quiz. It's boring yet primitive to get through school.

Currently, you're at cram school, it's already 7 pm. Which isn't that late, but now you have a hand cramp from writing all day. Yedam wasn't able to join you today so here you sit face timing him instead.

"Korea is trying to kill me," you complain, placing your pencil down. You rub your eyes to stop from feeling sleepy.

"You only have 2 more pages to study," he says back.

"2 pages too many," you reply glaring at the textbook. The font is the size of an ant and it's history. Not even Korean history, world history about America, nothing fun at all.

"If you're like this I wonder how you studied back home."

"Back home I studied, but I only studied a few hours. Most of the time we had study guides so we knew what was on the test."

"Just think of this as a longer one than. It's just a self-written one with probably way more words."

You pout at the screen, "It still sucks. How am I supposed to remember all of this?"

"I'll help you study."

"No, you already have so much going on," you refuse.

"We can study together. It might actually help us. You can tutor me and vice versa," he suggests.

"Are you sure?"

"Why not. What could go so wrong?"

🐰 Doyoung

"Hot chocolate, coffee, or water?"

"What about a Vanilla Bean Frappe made with almond milk and a little caramel drizzle."

"I don't believe this is a Starbucks," he laughs.

"Then what is the point? It's either that or I'm going back to bed."

"Okay so you've decided to be grumpy today," he responds walking back into the living room.

"I've been grumpy all day. Which you would know if you weren't late today."

"Oh, so this is why you're mad," he replies, eyebrows raised.

"Not mad, 'grumpy'. I'm also extremely tired from staying up waiting for you," you say with a yawn following.

"Do you just want to go lay down?" He suggests.

You nod, "I want to take a nap while listening to sad music."

"Okay," he replies walking over to the couch to sit. He taps his lap, "Lay down here."

So you lay your hard down on his lap, "Where is my music?"

"Right away your majesty," he teases, pulling out his phone.

"Majesty?" You question, then you smirk, "I could get used to that."

🐏 Haruto

"I'm here."

You sit up wiping the tears from your face. You call back to the voice, "Bedroom."

A few shuffles are heard before your door opens. A concerned Haruto appears walking over to you, "Awee babe," He says so more tears come down your face. Arms wrap around you pulling you into a hug, "Are you okay?"

Shaking your head you place your head in his neck. Giving him a small reply of 'no' which has him holding you tighter.

"I'm here okay?" He comforts. Weakly you nod your head back.

"I'm getting you all wet."

"It's fine," he laughs lightly, "I wonder how bad today was for you to be this shaken up."

Burying your head deeper into his neck you sigh, "It was terrible."

"I bet. Look, we don't have to talk about it until you're ready."

"Okay."

🐺 Jeongwoo

"Why is she so annoying?" You groan.

"I don't even know who you are talking about."

"I told you that one girl at lunch, she keeps rolling her eyes at me. I haven't even talked to her before. I don't even know her name," you continue on.

"Okay slow down. When did she start this?"

You shrug, "It was so random. I was walking in line with some friends getting food and we made eye contact. Jeongwoo I've never seen this girl before yet she's so rude to me."

"Why does it matter then?"

"What do you mean?"

He sighs, "Well it's like you said, you don't know her. People are mean for no reason sometimes. Don't let it get to you."

You think it through knowing that he is right, "Still makes me mad."

"How about we go get some ice cream so you cool off?" He suggests.

"From the convenience store or Baskin Robbins?"

"Which one do you want?"

"Baskin Robbins. I'll pay, let's go!"

🐮 Junghwan

"I don't want to go."

Junghwan pouts, confused at the sudden change in your mood, "Why not? You've been wanting to go for weeks."

"I know just now I'm not interested anymore," you respond, crossing your arms.

Junghwan stops walking to pull you aside. He looks you up and down before asking, "You've been waiting for this shop to open up for months and now you don't wanna go. So can you tell me what's wrong?"

"It's nothing serious," you reply, uncrossing your arms. It doesn't seem to convince him because his eyebrows are still raised, "Fine there is a reason, but I don't wanna tell you."

"Why not?"

You shrug, "I don't wanna talk about it right now. We are in the middle of the street Junghwan."

"We are in a park," he points out, so you send him a small glare. He seems to get the message, "But I understand. Look we will do whatever you want today."

"Really?"

"Yeah, anything to make you happy again."

Officially back! Requests are opened again for everything but fics!

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cali-holland · 4 years

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Interview Trouble- Tom Holland Mini Series

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You and Tom spend a lot of time during interviews denying your secret relationship.

Word Count: 2000

Based On: I Hate Love Songs by Kelsea Ballerini

Warning: a tiny tiny bit of sexual implications

Masterlist Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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“Y/N, you’re on in ten.” Your assistant told you through your dressing room door.

“Be out in a minute!” You called back to her before returning to your phone.

“How do I look?” You asked Tom through FaceTime.

“Beautiful.” He beamed, making you blush. “Do I look alright?”

“You’re going to the pub, you’re not going to an interview.” You teased, “But you look great.”

“Hurry up and come home, darling. It’s not the same without you here.” Tom pouted.

“Three more days.” You told him. “I have to go before they ask why I’m taking so long.”

“I love you.” He replied, blowing a kiss to the camera.

“I love you too.” You blew a kiss back before hanging up the phone. You let out a sigh as you set your phone down and double checked your appearance in the mirror.

Six months ago, you and Tom began your relationship, but decided to keep it out of the public eye. Even before you were dating, there were rumors that you two were an item, so you both knew it’d be better to keep your privacy. With you being a successful musician and Tom being a successful actor, your differing schedules kept you quite busy, but you always managed to find a few days to see each other.

You exited your dressing room and were ushered on stage for your interview with Ellen. Smiling and waving, you walked out onto stage as music played and the audience cheered. You gave Ellen a welcoming hug and took a seat in your chair.

“Welcome back. It’s nice to see you again.” Ellen greeted you.

“Thank you for having me back. I love coming here.” You smiled.

The interview started off simple with questions asking about your new album. It wasn’t until after the commercial break that the interview steered into dangerous territory with you.

“Your lead single is called “I Hate Love Songs”.” Ellen started and you nodded, letting out a nervous laugh, “So, would you not consider yourself a hopeless romantic then?”

“I think I have some hopeless romantic qualities, but not the big cliche ones. I wrote the song as more of a sweet, satire about love songs.”

“Did you write it with anyone in mind?” She asked teasingly.

“No, I don’t think so.” You laughed. You could feel your cheeks warming up because you definitely wrote that song with Tom as your inspiration.

“You don’t think so? What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe you expected me to have someone in mind. I don’t need to have a boyfriend to write a love song.”

“So you’re single then?”

“Yes.” You lied.

“You’re saying yes, but you’re blushing very hard right now. Anyway, I thought I could help you out with ‘Who’d You Rather?’” She teased.

“Okay.” You let out a laugh and watched as the screen pulled up two photos.

“So, Joe Keery or Timothee Chalamet?”

“Oh, I love Joe so much, but I think I’m going with Timmy.” You stated.

“Alright, Timmy. Timmy or Shawn Mendes?”

“I know Shawn, though.”

“So Shawn?”

“I’ll go with Shawn because I know him personally.”

“You know, this is dating and it’s not real. But anyway,” Ellen said, and you held back a laugh as Tom’s picture came on screen. The cheers from the audience increased as everyone had heard the rumors, “Shawn or Tom Holland?”

“Tom’s a good friend too, though.” You replied.

“Rumor has it you know him well.” She joked, making you laugh.

“Do you want me to pick Tom? Is that what this is?” You asked.

“I’m just saying.” She shrugged teasingly.

“We’ll go with Tom then.” You nodded as the cheering increased.

“Tom or Ryan Gosling?”

“I’ll go with Tom still.” Your somewhat fast response made even Ellen laugh. A few rounds later, you were still on Tom. You knew you had to switch off of him before you said anything too consequential. You also knew that Tom would watch this interview and you were entertained by the thought of him figuring out you chose someone else over him.

“Tom or Niall Horan?” Ellen asked you.

“Ooh,” You let out, thinking about it. “So you see, Niall was always my favorite in One Direction.”

“Is Niall beating out Tom finally? Is Tom going to be upset with that?” You could tell where she was going, trying to get you to spill something about your life.

“Why would Tom be upset?” You replied.

“Well, you know.” Ellen hinted.

“I gotta go with Niall.” You smiled with a shrug, playing off her attempts. The line of photos ended there, signaling the end of the game.

“So I got Niall?” You asked.

“Yes, unless you want to go back and choose Tom.” She offered.

“I’m fine with Niall.”

The next day, you got a call from Tom that began with “So Niall Horan is my competition?”

~~~

Before you could go back to London, you did a Carpool Karaoke session with James Corden. After going through the basic interview questions and a few songs, James shifted the interview’s focus onto your personal life.

“Now, how often do you get to go out and watch a movie? You know, actually go to the cinema and see a film?” James asked.

“I wouldn’t say I go often, but I go whenever there’s a good film out that I really want to see.” You said, already knowing where this was headed.

“Do you go see Marvel movies in cinema? I heard you’re a fan.”

“I try to go see those so that they aren’t spoiled for me. It’s really difficult though because so many people go see them. I’d have to be really inconspicuous.”

“Who would you say is your favorite superhero?”

“That’s tough.” You sighed. Feeling in the mood to tease the fans out there, “I think I’d say Spider-Man. He’s always been so relatable.”

“You don’t have another underlying reason for picking Spider-Man?” James asked with a laugh.

“Nope, definitely not.” You laughed.

“Now, do you currently have a favorite actor?”

“My favorite? That’s a difficult one.” You stated, thinking it through.

“There’s not one specific actor that comes to mind? Not even one specific brunet British actor that you hang out with a lot, who even plays Spider-Man?” James pressed.

“You sound like you have one in mind.” You teased.

“I think I’d go with Tom Holland right now. What do you think about him?”

“He’s a good friend and a good actor too. I’ll say he’s my favorite if you want me to.”

“Would you ever date an actor like Tom?”

“I don’t know.” You stated.

“Is that you actually don’t know or you don’t want to say anything that will lead to rumors?”

“I normally don’t have to say anything for rumors to start.” You joked, making him laugh.

“I think you just started some right there.” He laughed as the music started up again. You knew that this video would spark so many rumors just with that comment.

~~~

A few days later, you and Tom were celebrating you coming back to town. You were at a club in London and definitely thought that the two of you were being sneakier with your actions. You were so caught up in how much you loved Tom that, for a night, you forgot you were trying to be discreet about your relationship; so caught up that you and Tom both thought that you were safe making out in a corner of a crowded club before making your way to a vip room together. That was an issue saved for the next day.

“Tom, answer your damn phone before I throw it out the window.” You mumbled into his chest as he began to wake up.

“Good morning to you too.” Tom chucked. He kissed the top of your head before stretching over to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“Holy shit.” He breathed out, blinking rapidly as his phone continued to get flooded with texts, emails, and all other sorts of notifications.

“What happened?” You asked, sitting up and stretching so he could fully sit up.

“Someone saw us last night.” Tom said, showing you the latest video trending on Twitter. It was the two of you from the club; Tom had you pushed up against the wall with his hands running over your butt as you pulled on his hair. The video ended with you two making your way to the private room. The video was poor quality, but there was no denying who it was. By the end of it, both of you sported messed up hair and Tom was basically wearing your lipstick. You felt sick to your stomach thinking that millions of people have seen that by now.

“I have Graham Norton tonight, and I know I’ll be asked about it.” He groaned.

“There’s no way we can play that off.” You sighed, “I didn’t want to go public yet.”

“I know. I liked having this secret.” Tom ran an anxious hand through his hair.

“You’ve dodged relationship questions before. It’ll be fine.” You gave him a reassuring kiss.

“God, I hope so. I should call my manager. It might be good if you did that too.” He said and you nodded, knowing he was right.

Your managers both came to the same conclusion: don’t discuss it and act like it didn’t happen. Both of you had brushed off relationship rumors before; this was just more difficult to ignore.

Sitting on the couch among a few other celebrities, Tom felt himself feeling more nervous than usual.

“So, Tom, how are you feeling today?” Graham asked right off the bat.

“I’m feeling good. Thanks.” Tom nodded, letting out a nervous laugh.

“You didn’t have too rough of a night? Not hungover or sore or anything?”

“No, my night was fine.”

“Oh, ‘fine’ is how you’d describe it?” Graham turned to the audience, “I don’t know if anyone heard, but Tom had a pretty interesting night.” A photograph of you and Tom last night appeared on screen, causing the audience to cheer. “Y/N just said she was single a few days ago; did you make a move last night or was this a pre-established thing?”

“I don’t- no.” Tom laughed, scratching his neck in an anxious manner. “Photoshop these days, man. Incredible.”

“So that wasn’t a video of you and Y/N getting it on in public?” He teased.

“Definitely not.” Tom shook his head. “Y/N and I are just good friends.”

“I wonder how many girls are out there wanting to be your good friend.” Graham joked, before moving on to ask Tom about his movie. And for that, Tom was grateful.

~~~

“Are you sure about this?” Tom asked, squeezing your hands gently.

“Yes, it’s time we just get it over with. They already know.” You laughed lightly, making him chuckle as well.

You and Tom had decided to finally go public with your relationship by confirming it in the music video for your latest single, “I Hate Love Songs”. You filmed it a few weeks ago, and it would be released today.

Tom held you as you watched over the video one last time before your team posts it. In the video, you walked through the usual cliche scenes of love stories: catching bouquets, romantic movie nights, and kissing in the rain. At the end of the video, the camera cut over to you as you walked over to a large bed. You laid down and winked at the camera, before Tom appeared next to you and pulled you into a kiss.

“What do you think?” You asked as the video ended.

“I love it. And I love you.” Tom smiled.

“I love you too.” You kissed before giving your team the okay to release it. You stayed cuddled up in Tom’s arms as you watched the different reactions flood in. As expected, the media went crazy with the confirmation and the fans were living for the fact that you two were actually together.

~~~

Part Two

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland one shot #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fic

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botwstoriesandsuch · 3 years

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casual anon checkup how you doin

Let’s see, well we just breached 4am, and the sense of urgency to complete some school work has finally kicked in. I got my laptop propped up on the kitchen counter, and I just finished making some houseblend coffee that I loaded with milo powder for “health” purposes. Gotta finish up this AP Stat quiz while pretending I have some semblance of what the hell is going on in the class that I don’t pay attention to. I got my fancy bluetooth headphones that I connect with the wire anyway because I don’t like using up the battery, and I’ve had this acoustic cover of Solitary Warrior Revali looped for a few minutes now--I need those soft vibes to distract me from my thoughts about how the only reason I’ve been so sluggish with my work overall is probably due to years of ingrained perfectionism and inability to adapt my standards to the currently circumstances of the world along with my slightly declining mental health so you know--music’s nice.

Oh! And my dad got me this electric coaster (as pretentious as that sounds, I know. Leave me and my not-cold drinks alone ok) for the holidays and it matches with my favourite mug that I’m drinking from right now so, it’s the little things :3 Plus, not to derail myself from my school life intentionally, I’ve been working on this sheet music for one of my songs for a few weeks now and it’s starting to actually sounds pretty decent so yaay!! Probably won’t share it for a long time though...I’ve really been only working on it on and off again when I have “free time” [which may or may not just be my online class gym period hey you can’t prove anything to the cops]

Uhhh what else can I shove in here...”How you doin” pfft, I don’t really know how to make this ask funny or entertaining. Well I’ve nearly finished up this zine piece about the Royal Tech Lab so that’s fun (shameless plug for the Memorabillia Zine) aaand, I’m picking my kalimba again to learn Mipha’s theme. About time, cause I have to record shit for the [REDACTED] project I’m working on >:) heh. Oh fucking SHIT now that I think about it I have like three different secret projects I’m working on huh...haven’t even finish the script for that damn au...OK what it, right, “how am I doing” well, I’m doing everything and nothing currently, if that makes any sense. Your possible regrets about sending this to me aside, it feels good to just lay everything on a plate, shit out a post, and then never talk or acknowledge it ever again. It’s like birds, you know how they just take a ten pound shit in the mourning and never look back? (That way they don’t need to go during the rest of the day) That’s what this is, just a giant load of bullshit that I’m gonna set out at 5am and then never look at again.

You know as unhealthy as it sounds I really do dedicate a lot of time to this blog and this fandom. I mean sure not all of it (arguably any of it) is productive, but hey it’s something. The fuck else am I gonna do with my time...you wake up, you slam your keyboard awake to show up to online class, you take a nap, you spend a few hours keeping up the cishetallo gifted student appearance to your parents and then spend the rest of your time finding enough serotonin on the internet to make your brain work. Hell if I’ve talked to another human being in real life all year. Even my parents just kinda talk about the news and “how was class” during dinner which lasts like 10 minutes. My dad just kinda pisses off to work as soon as breakfast is made, and my mom just kinda stays in her office until everyone’s back and she makes dinner. Wait, that’s a lie, she does talk to me on Sunday mornings when she informs me of how I’ve ruined her day before church. So you know I do prefer it that way anyhow, why the hell would I want to talk with them when I got perfectly entertaining internet companions. What’s a “what scholarship programs are you doing?” to a *checks notifications*, “why are Rito fingers like that if they molt to they just lose the ability to--” god fucking dammit...

So! What were we saying--how am I doing? Welp. Guess it’s up for interpretation cause I sure as hell don’t know the answer to that. The hell would you do with the answer anyway. Pity points, praise points? I don’t particularly care for either. God I just realized you introduced yourself as “casual anon,” HA....apologies this is the opposite of casual isn’t it. Or, well maybe it isn’t. I’m the one just having a nice little chitchat with myself as I sip through my mug o’ caffeine. I might have to add a keep reading bar to this so I don’t blog up the dash, but also that would be ironically humorous to see for such a stupidly small question huh. Idk, contrary to popular belief I don’t have a spine so I’m probably not gonna unload all this shit on my followers like that out of the blue. Hell I’d be surprised if I actually posted this. Then again...5am and vibin with bad decision making.....plus the sentiment of putting something out to be seen is always nice.

You ever watch Bojack Horseman? Fantastic show, it’s just on a whole ‘nother level when it comes to writing. And yeah, I probably should have been watching it in the first place, BUT.............yeah ok there’s real excuse I probably shouldn’t be watching it/have watched it. But there’s this one episode in Season 4 I think? It’s where Bojack gives a eulogy for his mother’s funeral and the entire episode is just that, it’s just this giant monologue of him giving his eulogy. And that episode always facinated me because it is probably the most interesting episode in the entire show and one of my favourites, and like...how did they do that?? How did they make twenty minutes of talking so engaging and entertaining? I mean, yeah, I could probably analyze the pacing and structure to find the answer, and hell if I’ve watch my share of youtube video essays on the subject. But like, just the entire concept that someone had the idea to make 20 minutes of talking an entire episode....that’s just insane (forgive the language).

It’s one thing to want to talk about yourself for a long time and be interesting, but to pour all kinds of energy to make some made-up fictional character talk about THEMselves for a long period of time...is that sad? Or maybe it’s respectable. /to make an audience care more about something that’s not real rather than you. Well, perhaps that’s selfish thinking.

Oh! You know what, I just got this super nice message from someone the other day about a Raybands giveaway. Obviously, I’m not in the need for sunglasses during this day and age so I kindly declined and ignore the offer, but it got me thinking: how liked to you have to be in order to sway someone to clicking a random link. Like I’m talking about your friends or something, but like, if you opened your door oneday and Mr. Rogers was there selling clementines, would you buy them? Or if Lin Manuel Miranda offered you a vaccum, would you buy it? What’s the standard of known niceness that constitutes to you complying with what they’re asking? I sure would like to know....not for manipulation purposes but just for...idk, just having that tangibility of something.

Ah well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw how am i doing. Well I’ll tell you what I’m doing, I’m procrastinating. Procrastinating on work and wips and conversations and dilemmas. You don’t fail all the shots you don’t take afterall *wink wink* aaand for legal reasons that was a joke. Idk, you tell me how I’m doing, fuck if I know. According to this empty mug, I’m doing well, but I also will be doing a piss in the bathroom probably.

#not botw #rant #or vent #idfk #it's weird #i guess it's ok to rb tho sldkfj #god fuck me and my pretentious ass I really did write more than two paragraphs for this huh

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Baking’s Not As Simple As Chemistry

Pairing: Logicality

Word Count: 1,653

Summary: Logan tries to buy a cake for Patton’s birthday, but the bakery he always goes to is closed. He decides to bake it himself. Baking’s just a form of chemistry, right? How hard could it be? Logan POV

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Logan was incredibly tired.

It was currently 8 PM on a Friday night and Logan wanted nothing more than to relax at home with his favorite blanket and a good documentary. He had to stay in late at work because his new coworker was incompetent and had no idea of how to do his job-

Logan shook his head, focusing on the road ahead of him. Being angry will get you nowhere, Patton had always said, try and channel it somewhere else.

Logan smiled as he thought about his boyfriend of almost a year. Patton was perfect in every way that Logan wasn’t; adorable, funny, emotionally and socially intelligent, you name it. They’d known each other since high school, having met through their mutual friends. Patton had latched onto him since day one and promised to never let go. And he never did. They were the best of friends and danced around their romantic feelings for years. It took forever for the two of them to confess, mainly because of Patton’s low self-esteem and Logan’s difficulty to express his emotions. But ten months ago they had confessed to each other and everything had become significantly better since.

Well, everything non-work related, Logan thought bitterly. Logan was a chemistry teacher at the local high school and Patton worked as a child therapist with his cousin Emile. It was stressful, mainly because they didn’t live together so they only saw each other on lunch breaks and weekends. But it was worth it, seeing the way Patton’s face lit up every time they saw each other.

Logan frowned as he heard his phone go off. It was the random chime that served to notify him of an event scheduled 12 hours from now. But he didn’t remember anything being scheduled for 8 AM tomorrow. Logan pulled into the nearest gas station and turned on his phone, reading his notification.

Saturday 8AM: Patton’s birthday

Logan groaned, facepalming. He’d been so busy this week that he’d completely forgotten about Patton’s birthday!

He shook his head. He needed to concentrate. Patton didn’t like large parties or anything, and he would probably just want to spend the day watching movies at Logan’s house. Which was fine; he just had to make sure the house was cleaned before Patton arrived tomorrow morning. His gift was already wrapped and hidden in the top of Logan’s closet, so all that was left was the cake-

The cake! Logan quickly unlocked his phone, searching up the bakery he always went to for Patton’s cake. They made a special handmade red velvet cake that Patton loved, but if Logan remembered correctly…

Logan groaned, staring dejectedly at the small screen. It closed 30 minutes ago and won’t be open again until Monday. What am I supposed to do now? He couldn’t have Patton show up tomorrow and not have a cake for him. And Patton didn’t like most store-bought cakes and cake-mixes, preferring to make cakes from scratch instead-

That’s it! He quickly started typing again, searching up red velvet cake recipes. I’ll just make Patton a cake from scratch! It says that it should take less than an hour, and the instructions look simple enough. Besides, baking is just another form of chemistry. And I’m a chemistry teacher for Newton’s sake! How difficult could it possibly be?

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Logan analyzed the carefully sorted ingredients in front of him. He’d bought all of the ingredients last night and decided to get a good night’s rest before getting up early the next morning to begin baking. It was 6:38 AM at the moment, and Patton wasn’t scheduled to come over until 8 AM. That should be enough time to bake the cake, tidy up the house, decorate the cake, and get dressed. He tugged his phone out of the apron he wore over his pajamas (another item he purchased last night, it was navy blue with the standard ‘Kiss the Cook’ written in white. He hoped that Patton liked it) and pulled up the recipe. He started by carefully measuring out each ingredient that he would need, putting the excess ingredients away. He then preheated the oven and greased the pan before turning to his bowl. The first step seemed simple enough: combine butter and sugar. The butter was still cold so it was difficult, but he eventually had an interesting butter-egg mixture. The second step was a bit trickier: add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. This wouldn’t be a difficult step for someone who’s cracked an egg before.

Logan, unfortunately, is not one of those people.

At first, he tried it the way he’d seen people on the baking channels that Patton watched do it; he held the egg in one hand and attempted to crack it open with the pressure from his thumb, hopefully splitting the shell open down the middle.

He ended up with a handful of crushed egg.

After he cleaned that up, he tried the method he remembered his mother doing when he was little: cracking the egg on the edge of the counter and sticking his thumb into the newly-made crack to split it open easier. He lightly tapped the egg against the counter and frowned when nothing happened. Perhaps I need to add more force? He tapped it harder against the counter, but it still didn’t crack. He growled with impatience and hit it harder against the counter.

Well great, he thought as he stared at the egg yolk all over the counter. I have performed extremely dangerous experiments with higher precision than most people could ever dream of, yet I am being outsmarted by a chicken egg.

Several tries later (and several minutes of picking eggshells out of the bowl) Logan was finally making decent progress. He carefully added the premeasured ingredients, making sure not to spill any as he worked. He carefully poured the final batter into a pan and stuck it in the oven. He then set a timer for 30 minutes and checked the time. 7:02 AM. That took much longer than expected.

He spent the next half hour picking up the house, trying to make everything perfect for his boyfriend. He piled all of his blankets and pillows onto his bed, set aside a stack of movies for them to watch, and cleaned up the dirty clothes and take-out containers that had built up over the week.

As soon as the timer went off Logan rushed to the kitchen, taking the cake out and putting it on an empty burner to cool. While it was cooling he turned to the pot on another burner, setting out to make some homemade icing. He added the ingredients and turned on the stove, stirring consistently as instructed. It was supposed to gain a pudding-like consistency, but sadly it stayed more like soup.

Maybe it’ll change consistency once I add the rest of the ingredients. He turned off the heat and poured it into a metal bowl, adding the rest of the ingredients as instructed. He was technically supposed to use a stand mixer but he didn’t have one, so Logan did his best to hand stir it. He frowned when the consistency didn’t change much.

Knock knock knock

Logan gasped and looked up at the clock. 8:04 AM. Have I really spent so much time baking? There was another set of knocking and Logan rushed to answer the door. Patton stood there shocked, and it took Logan a moment to realize why. His hair was probably a mess, and he was still wearing his pajamas and apron (which were now covered in baking ingredients). “Oh.”

Patton stared for another moment before bursting into giggles. Logan chuckled along with him, blushing in embarrassment. It took Patton several moments to calm down, clutching his stomach as he shook with silent giggles. Once he finally caught his breath Patton gestured to the apron. “Is that permission?”

Logan looked down at the stained ‘Kiss the Cook’ and nodded. He sighed happily as Patton’s lips pressed against his. He melted into the kiss, biting back a whine when Patton pulled away. He awkwardly adjusted his glasses while he cleared his throat. “Uhm, happy birthday Patton.”

Patton smiled brightly, clapping his hands together. “Thanks, Lo!” He eyes Logan’s clothes again, undisguised mirth in his eyes. “So, what’s with the apron?”

Logan blushed, silently grabbing Patton’s hand and leading him to the kitchen. He gestured to the confectionaries before putting his head in his hands. Patton scooped some icing with his finger, watching curiously as it dripped off his finger, appearing more like milk than icing. He looked over at the cake and winced. The middle had caved in, making a little red crater. Patton stuck a knife into the middle and showed Logan the batter covered knife. "You're supposed to check to make sure that the cake's cooked all the way through before taking it out of the oven." He gestured to the cake. "So, what's with the baking?"

Logan hung his head low, unable to meet Patton's gaze. "I forgot to buy you the red velvet cake that I get every year at the bakery, so I tried to make you one myself.” Everything was silent for several moments, and every second flooded Logan with even more doubt and shame, the pressure in his chest expanding like a balloon until-

He nearly flinched when a cool hand touched his cheek. He looked up to see Patton smiling softly. “Oh Sweety, you didn’t have to do all that. Just knowing that you care is enough for me.” He kissed Logan on the lips, and Logan felt all of his worries melt away. Eventually Patton pulled away and tugged on Logan’s hand. “Why don’t we go watch some movies, and maybe later I’ll teach you how to bake a cake, alright?”

Logan smiled, following him to the bedroom.

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twittytelly · 4 years

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Minutes 'til Midnight

Chris Evans x Reader

Disney Drabbles Masterlist

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A/N: Hi, I know it’s been a while. It seems that after the burst of creativity I had over Christmas has completey disapeered but I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. Thank you so much to @southerngracela for your kind words of encouragement! xx

Summary: “Please don't take this the wrong way,” you started. “But shouldn't you be in there schmoozing or scaring other people or whatever you guys do at events like these?”

Chris chuckled, as he took a swig of his beer. “Nah, these kind of events aren't usually my kind of thing, but I've worked with the charity before and wanted to support them. Besides, most of my friends have either left or had prior commitments.”

After a chance meeting with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars, you lose track of the time and your phone.

Warnings: Swearing

“Shit, shit, shit!”

You were tearing your apartment apart limb from limb looking for your phone. Thank fuck you didn't have work today or else you would be catastrophically late. As much as you hated to admit it, not having your phone felt like missing an arm. Groaning, you slumped to the floor defeated. Feeling the coldness of the kitchen floor on your back, you resigned yourself to the fact that your phone was not at home. Sitting up, you began to mentally retrace your steps to the night before to help you remember where you had left it.

Serving canapés at a charity auction was not your day to day job, but when your best friend, Paige had called you earlier in the day in a pinch you couldn't refuse her. Anyway a little extra pocket money wouldn't go amiss, especially as you were currently saving up to buy a place of your own. Entering the hotel ballroom, you tried not to gasp from the grandiose of it all. Yes, you had done this before, but never on this scale. The large marble pillars that lined the walls would have been intimidating if it was not for the intimate lighting from the glistening chandeliers that dangled from the celling where painted cherubs danced and played. Beneath your feet lay a marble floor that matched the pillars, and you wondered if it was original.

The events Paige had organised in the past had included important people, but usually the most well-known person would be the local mayor. However, this event was an auction of iconic film costumes and outfits from red carpet events and the ballroom was stuffed to the rafters with people you had only seen via a screen. Making your way through the crowd, you did your best not to stare too much at the people you recognised. Soon enough you relaxed and kept your composure as you watched Hollywood's elite spend eye-wateringly amounts of money on superhero costumes, tattered black robes and a tuxedo jacket made from blue velvet. You were eyeing up a navy-blue sequin dress when all of a sudden you felt the presence of someone right behind you.

“What is it with chicks and dresses with pockets?”

You jumped out of your skin as you did your best not to drop your tray. Unfortunately, the tartlets were not so lucky.

“Fahk! I'm so sorry” you heard the male voice say as you knelt down to collect the causalities, heat rushing to your cheeks. You were surprised to see the figure kneel down next to you and help. You were too busy trying to pick everything up to see who the kind stranger was. But when his large hand brushed against yours, you couldn't help but jerk it away like he had given you a static shock and you also noticed that he had done it too. Looking up, you were not expecting to see Captain America's ocean blue eyes staring into yours.

“Thank you, you don't have to help me.” you said.

“You clearly haven't met my mother.” Chris replied, “Anyway, it's the least I can do seeing as it's my fault you dropped it. Let me apologise again for scaring you, I'm an ass and I was just trying to make conversation.”

“America's ass if I remember correctly.” You quipped back without thinking. Luckily a smirk painted itself across Chris' face as he tried to suppress a chuckle.

“I prefer to be called Chris,” he said jokingly as he stood up, his hand reached out for yours to help you up.

“Y/N.” You replied as you held onto him as you stood up, trying to regain your poise. “Thanks again for helping me pick this up, but I've gotta get a fresh tray.” Chris nodded as you made your way back to the kitchen.

You didn't see Chris again as the rest of your shift went without a hitch. The night had been a huge success, the outfits had been sold and more money had been raised than you would ever earn over the course of your lifetime. At eleven you were set free, an hour earlier than expected. While you were pleased to get away, you had already booked a cab to pick you up at midnight; so you decided to grab some fresh air and step into the courtyard. Although it was minimally lit by the moon and a few small lights, you could tell that it was as decadent as the interior. Sitting next to a fountain, you took your phone out of your bag and started to check your notifications.

“I almost didn't recognise you without your tray.” said a familiar raspy Bostonian drawl in the darkness, startling you. Again. Luckily you did not drop your phone.

“Will you stop doing that?!” You said exasperated as Chris burst into laughter, his right hand reaching for his chest, his left clutching a bottle of beer.

“Sorry sweetie.” Chris said when he finally stopped laughing.

“It's fine, but for future reference I don't need any help making a tit of myself.” You answered.

“Noted. Is this seat taken?” Chris asked gesturing to the space where your bag sat. Surprised by this you forgot to answer him directly, but when you moved your bag to the floor, Chris took a seat beside you.

“Please don't take this the wrong way,” you started. “But shouldn't you be in there schmoozing or scaring other people or whatever you guys do at events like these?”

You nodded as the biting breeze swept over you, causing you to visibly shudder. Setting down his beer. Chris took off his jacket and offered it to you.

“No it's okay” you persisted, shuffling away from him.

“Sweetheart I insist, I'm from Boston, I'll be fine.”

Checking the time on your phone, you realised that you still had to spend nearly an hour sat in the cool breeze and reached out for Chris' jacket. As you put it on you absent-mindedly slipped your phone into his pocket. Soon enough you and Chris settled into an easy, slightly flirtatious conversation, when all of a sudden you heard Paige's voice reverberate across the courtyard.

“Y/N are you out here? There's a cab outside that's been waiting for you for over ten minutes!”

Turning back to Chris you asked “What time is it?”

“It's gone midnight.”

“Shit!” you exclaimed getting up and practically tearing Chris' jacket off. “I'm coming Paige.” You shouted back at her. Tossing the jacket back to Chris and picking up your bag, you turned to have one last good look at Chris.

“I'm really sorry, but I have to go. It was lovely to meet you and thanks for lending me your jacket.”

“Wait Y/N-”

Chris' protests fell on deaf ears as you sprinted for your cab, believing that your evening with Captain America would become nothing but a distant memory.

“Argh!” you groaned to yourself as you remembered how the night had ended. Your phone was in the hands of either a Hollywood superstar, or a pissed off cab driver. How on earth were you going to get it back?

Stopping yourself from getting too wound up, you decided to have a cup of tea and come up with a plan of action. As the kettle began to boil, you reached for you favourite mug when you heard a knock at your door. You huffed to yourself as you dragged yourself across your flat to answer it. You were not expected to see Paige stood on the other side waving your phone about.

“Oh my God, where did you get this?” you enquired as you snapped your phone out of Paige's clutches.

“A rather handsome gentleman handed in to me about ten minutes after you blanked the poor bastard.” Paid replied rather smugly. “But I will tell you that he drives a hard bargain.”

Brushing Paige's comment to the side you asked, “Are you staying? I've just boiled the kettle.”

“No thanks honey, I've got things to do. But thanks again for helping me out. I owe you one.”

You gave Paige a quick hug before she departed. Closing the door you jumped for joy. As you were finishing making your tea, you phone pinged. Checking you saw that it was from an unknown number. Flopping down on the sofa, you curiously opened the message.

Hey sweetheart, it's Chris from last night. You didn't give me the chance to say this before you ran off, but are you free at all any time this week? I would love to have dinner with you and get to know you better xx

A smile spread across your face as you tried to decide what to type back. Letting out a sigh to yourself you decided to get this over with before you could talk yourself out of what you wanted to do. Nervously you tapped on the screen, deciding that simple but effective would do the trick.

I'm free on Friday :) xx

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My Heart Only Beats For You

Written to celebrate Brittany Snow's March 9 birthday. As many of you know from previous postings, my favorite Bella is Chloe Beale. [See A/N at the end for the full prompt].

Beca Mitchell laid on her side with her head in her hand, staring down at her sleeping wife. She was in constant awe that Chloe Beale had agreed to marry her, and four years later, she was more in love with her than ever.

Chloe stirred, and Beca gently reached over and pushed a strand of hair off Chloe's face. Chloe scrunched her nose and swatted at Beca's hand, causing her to laugh.

"Good morning, beautiful," Beca said softly. "Happy Birthday."

"Mmmm," Chloe responded, stretching before opening her eyes and looking up at her wife. "Good morning."

Chloe rolled over and put her arms around Beca, pressing a kiss to her lips. Beca fell into the kiss and rolled the two of them over so Chloe was lying on her back.

"I would love to continue this," Beca said, giving Chloe a quick peck. "But I have to get to the studio."

"But, it's my birthday," Chloe whined, wrapping her arms and legs around Beca to hold in her place.

Beca laughed. "I know, and I promise I'll be home early so we can celebrate."

"Fine," Chloe said, moving her legs but continuing to keep her arms around Beca's back. "But, you owe me some over the top birthday sex later."

"Noted," Beca said. "I'd better get dressed and out of here, so I can come back and fulfill your every birthday wish."

"Lucky me," Chloe said, pulling Beca down to kiss her again. "I think I'll be lazy and stay in bed for a while."

"You deserve it," Beca said, reluctantly moving off Chloe to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'll text you when I know what time I'll be home. Maybe it will be early enough for a late lunch."

"Sounds good," Chloe said, snuggling back under the covers.

Beca stood and kissed Chloe on the forehead. "I'm going to shower."

Beca took her shower and quietly moved about the bedroom as she got dressed. Chloe had fallen back to sleep, and she didn't want to wake her. Beca kissed her wife's forehead and left the bedroom.

Beca made her way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker. She grabbed an apple from the counter and bit into it while she waited for her coffee. Once the cup was ready, she fixed it to her liking and poured it into her insulated cup. She grabbed her keys, laptop bag, and wallet and went to the garage.

Beca left the garage and started the forty-minute drive to work.

~ My Heart Only Beats For You ~

Beca had been gone just over two hours when Chloe woke to the sound of her work phone. She squinted at the clock and groaned as she sat up.

Chloe picked up the phone and read the text from the hospital's notification center. She immediately called her best friend, Aubrey, who was on duty today.

"Chloe," Aubrey answered. "I'm guessing you saw the notification."

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I'm off today, can't Dr. Maxwell handle things?"

"Unfortunately, no," Aubrey responded. "This is an all hands on deck situation. There was a multi-car crash on the freeway, and we're expecting an influx of injured. So far, we know there are three severe cases with life-threatening injuries. A female that was speared in the chest by a pipe that flew off the back of a truck is the most critical. She was still trapped as of ten minutes ago. They hope to have her out of the car and transported here in an hour or so. Chloe, the pipe entered her chest close to the heart, but the medics on the scene can't tell how bad it is because they have to move slowly to extricate her. The pipe is currently keeping the bleeding to a minimum. We have no idea what we'll find once she gets here. You're the best around, and we need you."

Chloe let out a sigh. "Okay. I'll be there in an hour."

"Thanks, Chloe," Aubrey said. "Be careful."

Chloe ended the call and dropped the phone on the bed. She made her way to the shower.

~ My Heart Only Beats For You ~

Dr. Stacie Conrad stood outside the emergency room doors waiting with other doctors and nurses for the first wave of patients from the accident.

"Do we know anything about how many patients we can expect?" Stacie asked Dr. Morgan.

"No," Dr. Morgan responded. "This first wave will be those with minor, non-life-threatening injuries. We have three that are said to be very serious. Dr. Beale is on her way to handle what we believe to be the most critical patient; she's got a pipe lodged in her chest close to her heart. The other two will be seen by myself and Dr. Swanson. Dr. Conrad, I'll need you to manage the ER as victims come in. Keep the trauma rooms open for the three most critical. And put ORs one, two, and three, on standby for them."

"Yes, sir," Stacie said.

"What did I miss?" Aubrey asked as she rushed out and stood next to Stacie.

Stacie filled Aubrey in as the first ambulance arrived. Things got busy fast as one ambulance dropped off patients and quickly restocked and left to return to the scene.

"What do we have?" Stacie asked as the EMTs brought in a patient.

The EMT spit off vitals and known injuries.

"Okay," Stacie said. "Bed 2. Dr. Nixon, this one's yours."

Dr. Nixon followed the gurney to Bed 2 and proceeded to oversee the patient being moved to the bed. The EMT's quickly removed the stretcher and rushed out.

The emergency room was orderly chaos as doctors and nurses rushed to take care of every patient that came through the doors. Stacie checked the board and looked around.

All patients, except for the one that sounded the most critical, had been received at the hospital.

"So far, so good," she thought.

"Dr. Conrad," a nurse called out. "Dr. Beale's patient is on her way. ETA is five minutes."

"Got it," Stacie said. "Brey!"

"Yeah," Aubrey called out.

"Chloe's patient should be here in five minutes."

"Okay," Aubrey said. "I'll take her until Chloe gets here."

"I'm putting her in Trauma 1," Stacie said.

"Got it," Aubrey said and ran to change her gown as she called out, "Jessica! Ashley! You're with me."

The two interns, as well as two nurses, followed quickly behind Aubrey as Aubrey spit off instruction.

"Jessica, find a portable x-ray machine and bring it here. Watch over it with your life and have it at the ready when I call for it."

"Yes, Dr. Posen," Jessica said, running to do as Aubrey ordered.

"Ashley, make sure there's an ultrasound machine available. I'm sure Dr. Beale will want it."

"On it, Dr. Posen," Ashley called out as she ran out of the trauma room.

The nurses began setting up trays and turning on the equipment. Aubrey watched over them and helped set things up.

"Brey," Stacie said from the door of the trauma room. "She's here."

"Showtime, ladies," Aubrey said as the gurney was wheeled in.

Aubrey quickly assessed the patient and knew they would have to manage somehow to move her from the gurney to the table.

The woman was on her right side with part of the pipe still sticking out of her chest. The pipe was tied and taped down to reduce any jarring. The pipe had been cut down so that only an inch was sticking out of her back. The front had about three inches showing.

Her body was strapped down to keep her from moving. Her head was propped up to relieve some of the pressure on her back and chest.

She had a bandage covering the left side of her face and her hair was matted with blood.

"I have the portable x-ray," Jessica said from the other door to the trauma room.

"I need all hands here to move her to the table," Aubrey said, looking at the EMTs. "You, too, Jessica."

The EMTs moved the gurney as close to the bed as they could. Jessica and Aubrey stood on one side and reached across the exam table to grab the sheet under the patient.

The two EMTs stood on the other side, ready to help lift and get the patient on the table.

"On my three count," Aubrey said, causing everyone to tense at the ready. "One. Two. Three."

Everyone moved slowly and in sync. The EMTs immediately removed the gurney.

The nurses helped remove the tape from around the pole. One of them removed the patient's shirt, and Aubrey began checking the patient's back. She sighed and shook her head.

"This is bad," Aubrey muttered. They needed Chloe.

"Stacie, call Chloe and tell her the patient is here," Aubrey shouted out. "Ask her how far out she is."

"Got it," Stacie said and ran to a phone in the emergency room.

"Hello," Chloe's voice came over the phone.

"Chloe, it's Stacie," Stacie said. "The patient Brey told you about is here. She's taking the lead until you get here. She also wants to know how much longer you'll be."

"I'm stuck in some traffic but should be there in about twenty minutes," Chloe responded. "What do we know so far?"

"Brey's checking her out, but it looks bad Chloe," Stacie said. "They had to cut the pipe to get her out of the car. There's no telling what additional damage that may have caused."

"The pipe is still in her?" Chloe asked.

"Yes," Stacie responded. "It was keeping the bleeding down, and they figured we would want some control over things when the pipe was removed. She also has a laceration on her left cheek. We can take care of that by the time you get here."

"Okay," Chloe said. "Um, tell Brey to get chest x-rays and also have the ultrasound ready when I get there. I'll want to check her heart so I can assess how bad the bleeding is."

"Got it," Stacie said. "See you in a few."

Stacie ended the call and ran to tell Aubrey what Chloe had said.

"Jessica, bring in the portable x-ray," Aubrey said. "Ashley? Is Ashley-"

"Right here, doctor," Ashley called out.

"Which OR is open?" Aubrey asked.

"OR 1," Ashley responded.

"Please go make sure it's ready for us," Aubrey instructed.

"Yes, doctor," Ashley said and rushed out of the room.

"Her vitals are weak but steady," Stacie said, checking the monitors. "Do you need me on this?"

"No, we're good," Aubrey said. "But stay close."

Stacie nodded and left the trauma room.

Jessica walked in with the portable x-ray, and Aubrey directed her to get pics from both the front and back. Jessica did as instructed and moved the machine to x-ray the chest first. She pushed the patient's hair from her face and furrowed her brow. She gently moved the woman's head to get a better look at her.

"Dr. Posen?" Jessica said, her face ashen.

"What?" Aubrey snapped.

"This is Dr. Beale's wife," Jessica said.

Everyone in the room froze.

"What?" Aubrey cried out and rushed around to look at the patient. She felt as if her heart had stopped when she saw that the woman on the table was indeed Beca Mitchell. "Oh, my God! Stacie! Stacie, get in here!"

Stacie came running back into the room. "What is it?"

Aubrey motioned Stacie over to where she stood. "It's Beca."

"Oh, fuck," Stacie said, looking down into Beca's face. "We have to tell Chloe."

Jessica gently laid Beca's head back on the pillow.

"No!" Aubrey yelled. "We can't. Not yet. Chloe is the only one who can help Beca. We have to figure out a way to have Chloe operate without letting her know it's Beca."

"Brey, we can't do that," Stacie said. "We have to tell her."

"I have an idea," Aubrey said. "Get Dr. Morgan in her stat."

Stacie ran out of the room as Aubrey turned to order Jessica to get the x-rays done.

Jessica did as ordered. The x-rays were completed as Dr. Morgan came into the room.

Aubrey quickly filled him in on what was going on. "If we can get Beca prepped and into the operating room, we can have Chloe do what needs to be done without her knowing it's Beca."

"This is highly unusual," Dr. Morgan stated.

"I know, it's not ideal," Aubrey said. "But we don't have time to find another heart/trauma surgeon. Chloe is the best at what she does and is the only chance Beca has of surviving this. I believe it's the only way."

Dr. Morgan looked torn. He let out a heavy sigh and said, "Do it."

Aubrey went into hyper-drive and told Jessica to have Beca wheeled to OR 1. She told Stacie to intercept Chloe and let her know that her patient was being prepped. She also told her to give Chloe an update on what they had done so far to provide them with a few extra minutes to get everything ready.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Stacie said.

"So do I," Aubrey muttered as she rushed off to get everything ready in the operating room.

~ My Heart Only Beats For You ~

Aubrey started barking orders to the OR team. Beca was placed facing away from the scrub area so that Chloe would approach Beca from the back. Beca's hair was bunched up and tucked under a surgical cap.

Aubrey quickly scrubbed in and rushed into the OR. A nurse helped Aubrey with her gown and gloves.

Aubrey looked all around the table Beca was laid out on. She went to her head and asked Jessica to clean and stitch the laceration.

It took a few minutes, and when Jessica was done, Aubrey had her put a large gauze bandage over it to cover most of Beca's face.

Aubrey and a nurse set up the bypass machine. Once everything was in place, Aubrey noticed Chloe scrubbing in.

"I think we're okay," Aubrey said to no one in particular.

"I need to see the x-rays," Chloe said as soon as she entered the OR.

A nurse quickly helped with Chloe's gown and gloves. Another nurse stuck the x-rays onto the viewing light, and Chloe examined them carefully.

"Is she completely under?" Chloe asked.

"Yes," Aubrey responded.

"Where's the ultrasound?"

"Here, doctor," Ashley said, her voice quivering a bit.

Aubrey gave her a harsh glare.

"Do we have someone who can help with getting that pipe out of her chest?"

"We have two of the interns standing by," Aubrey said. "They're just waiting for your instructions."

"Okay," Chloe said, positioning herself at the table behind Beca's back. "Let's do this. Ashley, can you guide the wand over and around the pipe from your side?"

"Yes, doctor," Ashley said.

Ashley slowly worked the wand around the pipe, and Chloe kept her eyes on the machine.

"Stop," Chloe said, and Ashley immediately complied. "Shit."

"What's wrong?" Aubrey asked.

"The heart looks stable, but it looks like the pipe nicked an artery in her chest," Chloe said. "There's a large pocket of blood around her heart. We need to move fast, or we're going to lose her. Get those interns in here. The first thing we need to do is get that pipe out. It's going to take perfect timing, and we'll have to work quickly to control the bleeding."

Two interns came through the door and stood on the opposite side of the operating table from Chloe.

Chloe took a deep breath. "I'm going to need you to pull on this pipe slowly and stop as soon as I tell you. You'll have to hold onto the pipe while I work on her from behind. Understood?"

"Yes, doctor," the interns say together.

"I'll stay here and help keep an eye on things from this side," Aubrey said.

"Thanks, Brey," Chloe said. "Okay. You ready, Jessica?"

"Ready," Jessica said.

"Ashley?"

"Ready, Dr. Beale."

"The next few minutes are going to be crucial," Chloe said, looking around at everyone in the room. "My orders are going to need to be followed immediately. Does everyone understand?"

There were nods and "yes, doctor."

"Here we go," Chloe said and looked at the interns. "You two start pulling straight toward you until I say stop."

The interns both held onto the pipe and slowly pulled. Chloe bent over and watched as the pipe started moving back into Beca's body.

"Stop," Chloe said. "Lap bandages."

The OR nurse started handing Chloe the bandages. Chloe wiped the blood from around the wound.

"How are her vitals?" Chloe called out.

The anesthesiologist rattled off Beca's vitals.

"Good, good," Chloe mumbled. "Start pulling again."

Chloe would have the interns stop pulling so she could wipe the blood from around the wound. The pipe had been pulled enough to have the end no longer visible.

Chloe placed a surgical bandage over the wound on Beca's back to keep the bleeding to a minimum.

Removing the pipe was painstakingly slow, but Chloe didn't want to risk tearing the heart or causing any more unwanted bleeding.

Aubrey took over, cleaning the blood from the wound on the chest as the pipe was removed. Chloe wanted to move to assist, but there was no more room on the other side of the table. She stood rigid as she looked over the patient's side to watch as the last of the pipe was pulled free.

"It's free," Aubrey finally called out.

Chloe placed several bandages on the wound and applied pressure.

"Turn her over so I can open her chest," Chloe said.

Aubrey and one of the interns slowly turned Beca onto her back, as Chloe continued to apply pressure to the wound.

Once Beca was lying on her back, Chloe removed the bandages and held out her hand, calling out, "Scalpel."

The surgery had begun. Chloe was deep into Beca's chest, checking to ensure there weren't any other injuries to the heart. The nicked artery was close to the heart and was going to take some time to repair.

"Let's get the bypass machine going," Chloe ordered.

Chloe and Aubrey worked together to get the bypass machine connected and working.

"How am I so privileged to have the great Dr. Posen assisting today?" Chloe asked while they waited for the machine to fully take over the work of keeping Beca's heart alive.

"Just lucky, I guess," Aubrey responded.

Chloe smiled from behind her surgical mask. "How are we doing?"

Aubrey checked the monitors and said, "You're good to go."

Chloe nodded and asked for clean gloves. Once they were on, she started working on repairing the nick near Beca's heart. It took longer than Chloe would have liked, but she was able to repair the tear.

"Dr. Smith," Chloe said. "There appears to be some blood coming from somewhere around the heart. How do we find where it's coming from."

"Um," Jessica said. "We need to use our fingers to feel for any anomalies around the heart."

"Very good," Chloe said as she did what Jessica had told her. "I found it."

Chloe was able to close off the bleed. She and Aubrey both looked to make sure there was no more bleeding.

"How long has she been on bypass?" Chloe asked.

"Seventy-eight minutes," the nurse responded.

"Let's turn off the bypass," Chloe said.

The nurse did as instructed, and all eyes were on Beca's heart; watching to see signs it was able to beat on its own. Suddenly, the monitors were beeping, and everyone started moving.

Chloe reached into Beca's chest and put her hand around Beca's heart.

"Starting pulmonary compressions," Chloe said. "Get the paddles ready."

Chloe gently squeezed the heart.

"Come on, come on," Chloe muttered. "Beat, dammit!"

Aubrey stood, watching as Chloe tried to get Beca's heart beating. Knowing it was Beca on the table brought tears to Aubrey's eyes. She immediately blinked them away. She couldn't break down in front of Chloe. Not yet.

The heart monitor beeped once. Chloe continued to massage the heart gently. The monitor beeped again, then straight-lined.

"Paddles," Chloe called out.

The nurse handed Chloe the heart paddles, and Chloe placed them inside Beca's chest, one on each side of the heart. Chloe pressed the button, and the heart jumped.

"Still nothing," was called out.

"Shit," Chloe said, placing the paddles once again inside Beca's chest. She pressed the button, and the monitor beeped.

Chloe waited and watched the monitor. The beeping was very slow. Chloe handed the paddles back to the nurse and put her hand inside Beca's chest and began to massage her heart again gently.

After a few squeezes, the heart monitor returned to a slow, steady rhythm. Chloe let out a sigh and removed her hand from Beca's chest.

"She's back," Aubrey said with a smile. "The heart is doing its job. Nice going, Dr. Beale."

"Yeah," Chloe said. "Let's finish her up."

~ My Heart Only Beats For You ~

Chloe gave final instructions to have the patient moved to the cardiac ICU. She and Aubrey walked out of the ER, exhausted.

Chloe pulled her surgical gown and mask and tossed them in the bin. She then took off her cap, using the cap to wipe the sweat around her hairline before tossing it in the bin as well.

"I need to call Beca," Chloe said. "She was supposed to come home early so we could celebrate my birthday.

"I need to tell you something," Aubrey said as she watched Chloe open her locker and pull out her phone.

"What is it?" Chloe asked as she looked down at her phone with her brows furrowed. "Huh, no messages from Beca. That's weird."

"Beca was involved in the accident this morning," Aubrey said quickly.

"What?" Chloe asked, standing rigid as she looked at Aubrey. "Is she here in the hospital?"

"Yes, she is. She's, uh, she was the woman you just worked on," Aubrey replied.

The blood drained from Chloe's face, and her breath hitched.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Chloe. You were the only one who could help her. It was my idea not to tell you, so if you want to yell at someone, yell at me."

Chloe couldn't breathe. "Oh, my God," she whispered, trying to take a breath.

Aubrey pulled Chloe into her arms. "Take a deep breath, Chloe. Let it out."

Chloe did as Aubrey instructed, and Aubrey watched her closely.

"I need to get to Beca," Chloe said and pushed Aubrey away.

Aubrey grabbed Chloe again. "Not until you calm down."

"I am calm," Chloe said, her eyes wide and a bit panicked. "Don't I look calm to you?"

"No, you don't," Aubrey said. She sighed and added, "Please, Chloe. Beca still needs Dr. Beale. You can be Mrs. Mitchell once we check on her, and we know she's out of the woods."

Chloe took in a deep breath and let it out. She stood there for a minute and got herself under control.

"You're right," Chloe said, looking more like the no-nonsense Dr. Beale everyone was used to seeing. "I'm fine now, and I'm going to go check on her."

"Is it alright if I come with you?" Aubrey asked with tears in her eyes.

Chloe smiled at her. "Of course. But don't think I'm not done yelling at you yet."

"Duly noted," Aubrey said, smiling as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Shall we go, Dr. Beale?"

~ My Heart Only Beats For You ~

Three days later, Chloe was sitting at Beca's bedside.

"You should go home," Stacie said from the doorway. "Dr. Maxwell is taking good care of Beca."

"I know," Chloe said. "I've been reading her chart."

"Of course, you have," Stacie said with a laugh. "You should still go home. Take a shower, change your clothes, eat something that isn't from the hospital cafeteria, but mainly get some rest. It's been three days, and you haven't left her side. We get it; you love her."

Stacie gave Chloe a cheeky smile and wink.

Chloe smiled. "I do, I really do."

"Brey and I are both on duty tonight," Stacie said. "If anything happens, we'll call you immediately."

Chloe sat up in her chair and stretched her back. She reached over and gently stroked Beca's cheek.

"I can't leave her," Chloe said.

"Chloe," Stacie said, walking over to stand next to Chloe. "Beca would tell you the same thing. Go home. If you want, Brey or I will get someone to cover for us and go with you."

Chloe looked at Beca and then at Stacie. She let out a breath.

"Please, Chloe," Stacie said. "We're starting to worry about you. Seriously. Just go home for a few hours, and then you can come back."

"Maybe you're right," Chloe said. "Do you think Brey can find someone to cover for her? I'm not done yelling at her, and it would be much easier to do at home."

Stacie laughed and said, "I'll make sure she can leave with you."

"Okay," Chloe said. "Tell Brey she has an hour or else I'm staying."

"Yes, ma'am," Stacie said and left the room.

~ My Heart Only Beats For You ~

Two hours later, Chloe and Aubrey were sitting on Chloe's couch.

"I do understand why you did it, Brey," Chloe said. "And, I'm not mad about it anymore. I promise."

"I'm glad," Aubrey said. "And, for the record, I would do it again without thinking twice about it. I knew there was only one person who could pull off what you did."

"Thanks, Brey," Chloe said, yawning. "I'm glad I didn't know Beca was hurt. If someone else had come in with her injuries, I would have been worried about Beca instead of concentrating on what I had to do for them."

Chloe yawned again, and Aubrey smiled.

"Go get some sleep," Aubrey said. "Stacie is supposed to call if anything changes with Beca."

"Thanks, Brey," Chloe said as she slowly stood and stretched. "And thanks for dinner."

"Good night, Chloe," Aubrey said.

Chloe made her way to her bedroom and fell into bed. She pulled Beca's pillow to her and held it tight against her chest. She was asleep in seconds.

Chloe woke the next morning in the same position she had fallen asleep. She stretched and checked the time.

Chloe sat straight up in bed when she heard someone coming down the hall outside her room.

"Beca?" Chloe called out.

"Sorry," Aubrey said, standing in the doorway, holding up a cup. "I was making you some tea. Why don't you shower and get dressed? We can go to the hospital when you're ready."

"Right," Chloe said, wiping her hands down her face.

An hour later, Chloe and Aubrey were making their way into the hospital when Aubrey's phone rang.

"Hey, Stacie," Aubrey answered. "Chloe and I are on our way up to Beca's room."

"Hurry up," Stacie said excitedly. "Beca is starting to come around."

"We'll be right there," Aubrey said, ending the call. She grabbed Chloe's wrist and started speed walking to the elevators. "Beca's waking up."

Chloe rushed into Beca's room to find Dr. Maxwell chuckling.

"She's a little loopy from the pain medicine," Stacie whispered to Chloe.

"Oh," Chloe said. "May I talk to her, Dr. Maxwell?"

"Please," Dr. Maxwell.

"Miss Mitchell," Chloe said, causing Beca to turn her head toward her. "I'm Dr. Beale, and I'm the one who operated on you. Do you recall what happened?"

"Dr. Beale?" Beca mumbled. "You're hot."

"Thank you," Chloe said, smiling.

"I'm, uh, I," Beca said, frowning. "I hurt. My chest."

"Adjust her morphine," Dr. Maxwell told the nurse standing next to him.

The nurse did, and Chloe started talking to Beca.

"You're going to be sore for a while," Chloe said. "I need you to listen to me so I can tell you about your injury."

Chloe sat in the chair next to Beca's bed. She slowly told Beca everything that had happened three days before. Chloe was sure that Beca wasn't taking in anything she was telling her, but she felt she needed to tell Beca everything anyway.

Beca's eyes were drooping, and she kept nodding off but waking back up a few seconds later. Chloe knew she needed to rest, so she held Beca's hand.

"I love you," Chloe whispered as she brushed Beca's hair back from her forehead.

"I love-" Beca started to say and fell asleep.

"This is good," Dr. Maxwell said. "She needs to rest so she can heal. We'll slowly take her off the morphine, and you can try and talk to her again when she's more aware."

"Thank you, Dr. Maxwell," Chloe said.

Dr. Maxwell left, and Aubrey and Stacie stood by Beca's bed.

"I have another hour on shift, and then I'll be back to see how Beca's doing," Stacie said, kissing Aubrey before she left.

"She's got a long road ahead of her," Aubrey said

"I know," Chloe said and sighed. "I'm just glad she's still here."

"Me, too," Aubrey said.

~ My Heart Only Beats For You ~

One year later, Beca woke to Chloe gently placing soft kisses down the scar on her chest.

"Good morning," Beca mumbled, causing Chloe to look up at her.

"Good morning," Chloe said, smiling as she laid her head on Beca's chest.

"I love you," Beca said.

"I love you, too," Chloe repeated back.

"It's your birthday, so what do you want to do today?" Beca asked.

"Can we just lay here for a while?" Chloe asked. "I just want to hold you."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Beca said, pulling Chloe closer to her.

Chloe snuggled her forehead into Beca's neck and retraced Beca's scar.

"Why do you do that?" Beca asked, looking down to watch Chloe's fingers. "It's not very attractive."

"I think it's beautiful," Chloe said. "It's a reminder that you're still here."

Beca pulled back to look down at Chloe. "I love you, too."

"Do you know what my favorite sound in the world is?"

"Me telling you I love you?" Beca asked, running her hand down Chloe's back.

"I like hearing that a lot," Chloe said. Beca could feel Chloe smiling against her chest. "But it's not my favorite sound."

"Okay, so what is your favorite sound in the world?"

"The sound of your heart beating," Chloe said softly. "And I thank God every day that I still get to hear it."

"You know my heart only beats for you," Beca said.

"That was cheesy, Mrs. Mitchell," Chloe said, pulling back to look at Beca.

"Maybe it was, Mrs. Mitchell," Beca said. "It doesn't make it any less true."

"I love you, you cheeseball," Chloe said, leaning up as Beca leaned down to kiss her.

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A/N: This prompt was originally submitted for Valentine's Day 2020, but I already had all that I needed and said that I would instead use it for my annual Brittany Snow birthday BeChloe story. It's late, but I hope you enjoy it.

Full prompt from Tumblr User Anonymous: It's Valentines Day (changed to Chloe's birthday), Dr. Chloe Beale should be holding flowers and heart-shaped chocolates to celebrate the occasion. Instead, she finds herself literally holding her wife's heart in her hands, willing it to beat again as she performs the only surgery of her career that her whole world depends on. Beca Mitchell never thought she would ever end up on her wife's operating table. Guess the universe had other plans.

A/N: I am not a doctor or a surgeon. I did some research on heart surgery and used some of what I learned, interspersed with things that sounded good, to write the surgery portion of the story.

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #chloe beale #beca mitchell

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thepandapopo · 4 years

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A Step Through Time Chapter 2: Context

I'm trying something different.

My previous chapter was written in active voice because I generally prefer writing like that (more engaging, easier to write etc. ), but I wanted to practice writing in passive voice as well. I've read so many fics lately where authors write in past tense and passive voice and it's absolutely AMAZING, and I wish i could do that too. Thus, I've decided that any Felix centric chapters I write will all be in active since he's technically from the future so present tense is as close as I can get, and any Sylvain centric chaps will be written in passive voice/past tense since it's in 'the past'. ish. kinda.

Pairing: Sylvain x Felix

Synopsis:

In which Sylvain wallows in his self hatred before Felix comes to provide him context.

The one where Sylvain is so incredibly dense and Felix has to all but spell it out for him.

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Fatherhood suited Felix.

But then again, Sylvain thought absently to himself, he always knew that it would. Although Felix put up an exterior that was colder than the frigid Faerghus winters, he was always patient and gentle with children; never hesitating to unwearyingly pass down his swordsmanship if asked.

Sylvain had always loved children, but the problem was that he did not love women. At least, not in the way that was needed to be able to actually form a healthy relationship and conceive a child. Years of being pressured with talks of marriage proposals and being clinically ogled by women who only saw him for his crest had left a bitter taste in his mouth. Not to mention he would never want his child to be shackled with the burden of a crest in this world. A crest wasn’t a status of nobility like everyone believed. No, it was a death sentence given shortly after birth.

He would be lying though, if he said that he had never imagined a faceless red haired child running into his arms with gleeful shouts of ‘Daddy!’ ringing off the halls of the Gautier estate.

But Felix. Felix had never cared about crests. No, Felix had always liked Sylvain for Sylvain. The youngest Fraldarius had always had a knack for stripping away the red head’s carefully constructed masks, peeling them away with his eyes like they were paper thin and nothing more than a slight hindrance, piercing down to his very core and laying bare everything that Sylvain was. And even when he stripped away all the beautiful lies and cover ups and only the gross ugly truth of who Sylvain Jose Gautier remained… even then, Felix never turned away from him.

Future Felix was… different.

Sylvain wouldn’t necessarily say that Future Felix was purposely ignoring him, but he was most definitely going out of his way to avoid interacting with the Gautier. Even now, as Sylvain stood partially obscured by the shadow of one of the monastery pillars watching the older swordsman sit patiently while his daughter – Sophia Gabriella Fraldarius, was how Future Felix introduced her - gleefully weaved an impressive assortment of wildflowers into his long midnight hair, Sylvain felt a tightness in his chest.

Although Sylvain entertained the idea of one day siring a child, he would give up that dream in a heartbeat for the chance to spend the rest of life with Felix.

He wanted Felix, or he wanted no one.

But Sophie… little Sophie was proof that Felix did not feel the same.

Goddess. He had taken lances to the stomach, and even been nearly burned alive by a Bolganone spell, but none of those could compare to the pain of having his deepest hope undeniably ripped away from him.

“Sylvain.”

He nearly gave himself whiplash with how quickly he swiveled to face the newcomer behind him.

“Oh hey, Professor! Didn’t see you there.”

“Are you spying on Future Felix and Sophie?” Her mint eyes fixed on him in a cool, calm manner just daring him to lie to her.

“Ahaha…” he scratched the back of his head. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, for one, you’re hiding in the shadows.”

“Professor! I am wounded that you doubt me so.” He clutched his chest dramatically.

Although he knew that his puppy eyes never worked on his former teacher, years of carefully fabricated masks made it second nature and he felt his face contort into a sad pout before his mind could catch up.

Maybe this was why Felix ended up marrying someone else.

How could he ever want someone as fake and broken as Sylvain?

“Sylvain.”

“Professor, I swear I was just passing by and momentarily paused to see what they were doing.” Not a complete lie; Technically Sylvain had just been passing through the courtyard when he spotted Future Felix casually sitting on the grass, carefully watching Sophie as she went digging through the wilder patches of vegetation that had been ignored while they restored the rest of the monastery, on a hunt for any kinds of flowers she could get her hands on.

Except that was close to ten minutes ago and he most definitely was spying now.

Byleth looked at him with an expression that he could only describe as torn between complete skepticism and sympathy.

“Very well, if you insist.” Sylvain felt his shoulders sag with relief. “I will see you at our roundtable strategy meeting this afternoon?” She turned to leave but turned her head towards him waiting for his answer.

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Byleth nodded her farewell and Sylvain watched as her overcoat fluttered in her wake. He would have to be more careful around her – the last thing he wanted was for her to invite him to a tea party so that she could grill him on why he was so distracted lately.

It wasn’t his fault that the presence of a certain child was making him act out of sorts.

“Sylvie!”

Speaking of.

Sylvain turned and smiled down at Sophie who was grinning at him. In her grubby little hands, she held out a drooping orange pansy.

“Oh, is this for me?” Sylvain kneeled down so that he was eye level with Sophie and reached out to accept the flower. Before he could wrap his much larger hand around the delicate stem, she quickly retracted her hand.

“For you! In your hair like Papa.”

The bright orange would look washed out in his own brightly colored hair, but he could not bring himself to care and bent his head to allow Sophie better access. When she was finished, she gave his head a little pat of satisfaction and he winked at her. “Does it make me look pretty?”

“Sylvie is always pretty! But not as pretty as Papa.”

“Oh, is that so?” From the corner of his eye, Sylvain watched as Future Felix approached and plastered on the most convincing casual grin he could muster. “Well, I suppose I cannot argue with that. Your Papa is very pretty after all. Probably the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

“Insufferable as always.” Felix rolled his eyes and settled against the stone pillar next to him. The words were familiarly harsh, but the lack of bite behind it made it seem odd.

Ignoring the nervous coil in his gut, Sylvain turned his attention back to the little Fraldarius child. “He looks especially pretty with all the flowers. You did such a wonderful job, Sophie!”

Goddess, current Felix was already strikingly handsome, but Future Felix was in a whole other league. While he normally kept his hair up in a long ponytail, today he decided to wear it down in a braid that cascaded over one shoulder, tumbling in a waterfall of ink ending just slightly below his chest. The stark contrast of the bright flowers in his hair served as a glaring reminder that this Felix was much softer and settled in his own skin than his Felix was.

Silence descended on the pair as Sophie dashed back into the tall grass to pick more flowers ‘to make Sylvie a crown’.

“So…”

“You don’t have to talk, you know.” Sylvain let out a nervous chuckle. At least the future Felix was still blunt and straight to the point.

“Sorry. Nervous habit.”

“…I know.”

Of course, he did. Felix could always read him like an open book; though whether that was from a literal lifetime of friendship or if it was because he was the only one to actually take the time to get to know Sylvain as a person was entirely up for debate.

It took an embarrassingly long time for Sylvain to calm his heartbeat, but after he had managed to wrangle his growing attraction to the future version of his crush, Sylvain had to admit that the quiet companionship was…nice. Not that he would ever say that aloud – given his reputation of putting his foot in his mouth whenever it came to Felix, Sylvain was one hundred percent sure that he would somehow mess things up even more, leading to the Future Felix avoiding him even more than he was already.

He didn’t want Felix to avoid him. Either Felix. But ever since Sophie showed up, his Felix began drawing away and sequestering himself even more than usual.

“…Just spit it out already.”

“What?”

To anyone else, they would have described the look that Felix had on his face as exasperated, but Sylvain knew better. Though he lacked the rigid set of his shoulders that he was used to seeing in his Felix, his crossed arms and cock of the hip was the same as always – closed off from the world like he couldn’t care les. However, the liquid molten amber of his eyes was enough to show that he was willing to wait for as long as it took Sylvain to share.

“Silence doesn’t suit you,” Felix snorted. “No matter how many times I tell you to shut up, you never seem to take my advice. The only time you actually stop blathering on is when you have something you want to say but you’re too scared to do it.”

Suddenly Sylvain wished that Future Felix would go back to avoiding him.

“Sorry. I just-“

“Sylvain.”

Backed into a corner, Sylvain blurted out the one thing that had made a permanent home in his mind ever since he had laid eyes on their time travelling guest.

“I like your hair like this. Long, I mean.” The words tumbled out of his mouth in a rush. “It suits you.”

For a moment, Felix looked at him with an inscrutable look – almost like he was sizing him up while also trying to supress some unknown emotion.

After a brief pause, the only response that Sylvain received was a short but amused, “I know.”

Sylvain felt his eyebrow rise in surprise. “You know? What does that mean?”

“Someone told me that they preferred me with long hair. So, I decided to grow it out.”

“Seriously?” Felix had once chewed him out for simply suggesting that he buy an pair of fancier boots for formal functions, so the idea that he would grow out the one thing he took pride in his appearance for someone else was, for lack of a better word, complete bullshit. “You’re growing out your hair because someone told you they preferred you with long hair? I know for a fact that it annoys you if it grows past your shoulders and you never really cared for other’s opinions, so what’s the real reason?”

Felix shrugged, dislodging a white daisy in the process and sending it tumbling down before he caught it and returned it to its rightful place. “Believe what you will. You know I don’t lie.”

It was true. In all their years as friends, Felix had never once lied to Sylvain; not even when he was spitting mad at him for jumping into danger headfirst or missing training for a date with another nameless girl.

Whoever said it, they clearly had a lot of sway in Felix’s opinion. Which meant that they must be extremely close to him; close enough that he – oh.

“Did your…” Fuck why was his throat so dry all of a sudden? “Did your wife tell you that?”

Of all the responses that he had expected to receive, a violent choke and spluttering was not one of them.

“My what? Goddess, no.” Felix clutched his chest as he wheezed and glared at Sylvain with exasperation. “Don’t be stupid.”

“What’s so stupid about that? It’s a pretty solid guess, in my opinion.” Sylvain willed his voice to stay light and aloof even while his heart was twisting and doing flip flops in his chest. “You’d only listen to someone who you really cared about, and seeing as you’re married-“ he jabbed a finger at the glittering onyx band, “-I assume that your significant other would be the only one who could possibly influence your appearance choices.”

Everything in Sylvain’s body screamed at him to drop the subject and run away as fast as possible, but his curiosity made him stay even though his chest felt like Raphael had dropped one of his large training boulders on him. Distantly, a part of Sylvain’s mind wondered that he might possibly be a masochist.

“You…” Felix frowned at him and straightened to face Sylvain fully. “You really don’t know, do you?”

Tilting his head, Sylvain felt his brows scrunch up even as the question left his lips. “Know what?”

Clearly, he had missed a memo and was very interested in remedying that.

“Shit, I know you told me but I didn’t really think that it was true. There was no way it could be true.” The hand adorned with his wedding band came up to scrub down his eyes. It was odd seeing Future Felix look this uncertain; for a guy who had literally lived the present day already, it was strange that something could cause him to look so conflicted.

“Sylvain, you’ve never once gotten me to come with you to ‘pick up girls’, so what on earth makes you think I have a wife?”

“Uh. I don’t know, maybe your wedding band?!”

“Sylvain. I don’t like women.”

Yeah well, neither did Sylvain, but that was neither here nor there.

“You don’t need to like women to get married and have a kid.” Felix couldn’t argue with that. Sylvain was literally the poster boy for a noble trapped in a life of obligation to his crest. “Which you clearly do.” To prove his point, Sylvain jerked his thumb over towards where Sophie was still digging through the dirt and pulling out flowers by the bunches, adding them to the already overflowing mismatched bouquet in her other hand.

Felix’s hand twitched and Sylvain had the vaguest feeling that the man was trying his best not to stab him.

“No, Sylvain.” Uh oh. There was that tone again. “I don’t like women. At all.”

“Yeah, Fe. I get it. Women are awful.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why can’t you just understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

“Because you’re not telling me anything to help me understand! Give me context, or something.” Sylvain threw his hands up in the air in frustration. Clearly Felix did not learn to improve his communication in his extra twelve years of existence.

“Fine.” Felix groused. “You want context? I’ll give you context. Sophie!”

At the mention of her name, Sophie perked up from her place in the tall grass and hurried to scramble over, trampling some poor flowers and quite a large number of weeds in the process.

“Yes, Papa?” There are smears of dirt on her face and grass stains streaked across her dress, but despite it all, Sylvain thought that she still looked as radiant as ever. Of course, that was a given since any child of Felix’s was bound to be beautiful.

“Do you remember what I told you before about not mentioning that word?” Felix kneeled and tucked a loose crimson lock back in place.

Sophie nodded.

“I’m going to ask you a question that I want you to answer. Don’t worry about breaking the promise, okay? It’s fine to mention it just this once.”

“Okay, Papa.”

Felix’s gaze locked on Sylvain’s and he could literally feel the weight and purpose behind his stare.

He wanted context? Felix was more than happy to deliver.

“Sophie, can you tell Sylvie where you got your sword?”

Sword? What in Fodlan did a sword have anything to do with -

“It was a gift from Papa and Daddy!”

Sylvain’s thoughts screech to a halt.

Papa and…Daddy?

Sylvain. I don’t like women.

I don’t like women. At all.

For the second time today, Sylvain had half a mind to feel embarrassed at how slowly he put the pieces together; only managing to gape at Felix who looks half relieved that Sylvain finally, finally understands, but also half apprehensive.

Holy shit.

Felix fucking Fraldarius was gay.

#felix x sylvain #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #A step through time #popo writes #fanfiction #Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem 3 houses #fe3h #alternate universe #azure moon #verdant wind #AM and VW routes mash up #original character #sophia gabriella fraldarius gautier

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geekxgoddess85 · 4 years

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Very Bad Things

~PROLOGUE~ How It Began

“Are you sure a-about this Armin?”

“Of course, I’m sure. You trust me, right?”

Eren bit his lip, giving his childhood best friend a worried look. The two were currently on summer break from Trost University, going into their senior year. For Eren, junior year was a nightmare. If he was to be honest with himself, he had been slacking for the past two years so, when junior year came, he had to buckle down and keep his nose in the books in order to be able to pass the necessary courses to complete his credits. For college, staying an extra year on the count of not passing a course or lack of credits was more normal than one would think. But for Eren, he wanted to make sure he graduated the same time his friends did.

It was one week into summer break and Eren still felt the stress from taking his finals. It was the reason Armin was in his bedroom at the moment, making an account on—on behalf of Eren— on an adult live cam site called Strip ‘N Chat. Eren didn’t know how to feel about it. It was one thing to watch porn videos, but to actually interact with a person via webcam was kind of unnerving. Armin mentioned it was a great way to let off steam and when his best friend brought the idea to him, Eren was a bit…perturbed about it all. It was ironic, though. During their entire lives, Armin had been the conservative, stick-in-the-mud prude who used to balk at the very thought of sex, while Eren was the extroverted, loudmouth rebel. Three years into their college career and look at how the tables turned. Eren was still…well…Eren, but he found himself as the prude. The crazy thing was, Armin lost his virginity their freshman year during a frat party to Jean, of all people, while Eren was still a virgin. After his little tryst with Jean (and a couple of times afterwards), Armin began to blossom and open up in all ways, including sexual. He was openly gay and sexually active. And fucking proud of it all too.

The shit was crazy.

“Okay. Done.” Armin smiled and sat back in his chair. “You’re all signed up and I got ya’ logged in. Here’s your username and password.” He grabbed Eren’s sketch pad and began writing the information down. “Username is SlickxJagger and your password is Sk8terB0i30.”

Eren raised his eyes. “Slick…x…Jagger?”

“Yeah, corny, but cool, huh?”

“No!” He argued. “I sound like a washed up 90’s porn star!”

Armin shrugged and blinked his eyes innocently. “It’s a porn site, Eren. Everyone’s username sounds like a washed up 90’s porn star. Now, you’re all set! I loaded up that pic of you at Krista’s pool party.”

Eren sighed. He knew what picture Armin was speaking of. He posted it on his Instagram and had gotten a ton of likes. He didn’t think it was anything special. It was just him, with his red and white swim trunks on, holding up the hem of his shirt with his teeth, exposing his abs and various fake tattoos. He had grown his hair out—almost to his shoulders—and was a damp mess of a bird’s nest. Because of that and his long bangs, his face was pretty much hidden, though the sun light had shone just right on his sea green eyes, which caused them to sparkle and almost glow. “What do I do now?” He blinked owlishly.

Sitting forward, Armin clapped his hands onto the top of his knees. “Fill in your profile and filter out what you’re looking for. Then you can pick which Cam Model you like and subscribe to them. Every time they go live or post a pic or video, you’ll get a notification. Remember, some of that shit, they charge you tokens. It’s usually the more risqué stuff. The amount is based on their own discretion. And if you want one-on-one’s, you definitely have to pay out the ass with tokens.”

Biting his lip, Eren looked at his profile. He filled in the basic information about his age, height, and build, and his likes and dislikes. He answered everything to the best of his ability and honestly. The only thing he lied about was his name. Instead of his real name, he decided to use ‘Jagger’ as being his first name. He didn’t provide a last name. His preferences came next. He started clicking the various boxes. “Um….okay, I like brunettes. Height doesn’t really matter to me. A muscular body would be nice. Don’t care about ethnicity…..” He continued to click away, with Armin helping him on certain things. “Is that all? Did I miss anything?”

“Yes, you sure did,” Armin replied, with a devilish grin. “And I know exactly which to pick out of Twink or Daddy. Click on Daddy.”

Eren winced. “Ew!”

Rolling his eyes, Armin sighed. “Not that kind of Daddy, Eren. Duh! Daddy kink.” He watched his buddy blink cluelessly at him. “I can’t believe you don’t know what that is. Even I know, dude. It’s when a younger male twink is enticed by an older male ‘Zaddy’. That’s the gist of it. If ya’ wanna know more, google it!” Standing, Armin slapped his hands down on Eren’s shoulders, before wrapping his arms around Eren’s neck, hugging him from behind. “I gotta go. Mikasa asked me to fill in for her at the Café. Did you talk to Annie about your schedule?”

Eren raised his own arms up and behind him, awkwardly wrapping them around Armin’s waist…or trying to as much as he could while sitting in his red and black gamer chair. “Yeah. I have the same schedule as you now so that I can catch a ride with you.”

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Armin kissed the top of Eren’s head, before taking his leave.

Eren gave his buddy a lazy wave goodbye with a lopsided grin. When his bedroom door closed, his smile died down and was followed by a heavy sigh. He still didn’t know about this whole cam thing. But he was always up to trying new things. And if Armin liked it, then maybe it couldn’t be that bad.

Over the next hour, he had gone through dozens of pages of so-called Daddies. That process was a little more frustrating that what it should have been. Eren was picky when it came to who and what he found attractive. Not that it was a thing with him anyway, but he didn’t pick based on looks. He couldn’t because all models were required to wear masks for anonymity sake. He thought that was kind of neat. It gave the models a sexy, mysterious look to them. He had to go off based on their profiles and preferences. He had to weed out a lot of douche-bags but narrowed it down to two: The Captain and Dr. Pain. He was kind of skeptical about Dr. Pain. He looked to be into BDSM and while Eren didn’t have anything against it, he had never done anything like that. But Dr. Pain was 6”2, with impeccable styled blonde hair and chiseled features from what he could tell through the mask. They had a few of the same likes and dislikes. Overall, the guy sounded pretty normal, despite liking ‘a little pain with his sex’ (his own words). The Captain…well…there was something about him. He was a shorty, standing only at 5”3. Eren was a full five inches taller than he was. Not that it mattered. He didn’t think their was a height requirement to being a Daddy, but when he googled it, the norm was the Daddy was always taller and bigger than the Twink. They shared a lot of the same likes and dislikes, but what struck a chord in Eren’s heart was The Captain’s eyes. Even through his white, red, and black mask, Eren could see a pair of piercing blue-gray eyes. Almost a light cobalt. They pulled him in as if he were in a whirlpool, being sucked into the abyss.

‘What the hell?’

Blinking back into reality, Eren shook his head and walked to the kitchen. His stomach was roaring at him angrily to feed it. “Mikasa, are you hungry?” He called out to silence. Armin was gone to work, and it seemed like Mikasa had left to go some place too. So, he was alone.

Sighing, he kicked his door closed with his toes and plopped down on his bed. A sandwich and soda sounded real good right now and that’s exactly what he was chowing down.

It was a couple of minutes before ten when a notification sounded out. He thought it was his phone, but when he checked it, he saw that it wasn’t, he furrowed his brows. “Hm—oh! My laptop!” Scrambling off the bed, Eren rushed to the laptop and pressed on the ‘enter’ key to wake his system up. Checking his email, he saw one new message and blinked slowly. “It’s from Strip N Chat.” Biting his lip, he cautiously opened up the notif; reading every single letter that made up all the words.

“The Captain is now online.”

Swallowing hard, he clicked the link that took him straight to The Captain’s page. It was a simple page. There was a large blank box in the middle of the screen that said ‘The Captain’s Quarters’. The chat was at the bottom. There his stans already there talking to each other, waiting for The Captain to show.

And when he made his entrance, it was pandemonium.

“Hello Darlings, it’s your Captain speaking. Did you miss me?" Leaning forward, resting his chin on the backs of his fingers, he winked on cobalt blue eye. "Have I got a story for my horny little Ship Mates tonight.”

Eren watched a grin spread across his face, which he couldn’t see much of it. Like all the models on the site, The Captain wore some kind of masquerade looking mask that covered majority of his face. Only his eyes, hair, and his lips and chin were seen, as far as his face goes. His body…well that was another story.

“Wow….” Eren whispered, mesmerized by the guy’s body. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were toned. And as bright as day, he sported a winged tattoo on his chest, with what looked to be a matching one on his left hip. “That’s so hot,” he whispered. Eren had a thing for tattoos. He wanted some of his own but was too afraid of needles to get any. But fucking A if this guy didn’t look hot wearing his.

“…but first, looks like we got some virgins in the house.” He smirked; a pink tongue coming out to wet his bottom and top lips. “Come on.” His voice deepened, dropping one octave. “I don’t bite.....unless you beg me for it.”

Those very words and the way he said them sent a shiver down his spine and an electric shock to his dick.

“Crew, say hello to our newest Shipmates RainMan95, PoisonedL0v3r, and…SlickxJagger. Mmmm….hey Slick….just how slick is that tight, little hole of yours?”

“Fuck. Me.” Eren’s eyes went blind. He was caught. Hook, line, and sinker or whatever the fuck it was called. The guy had him. Him and his aching dick that was standing on end, making a tent in his sweatpants.

“Speaking of holes mmmm, wait until you hear this one. It about a cute, little Twink with a bubble butt that I ate. All. Fucking. Night. Long. When I was done with him he had a…Slick…hole too, Jagger.” Captain grinned widely. “Wanna hear the story, Crew?” He lowered his voice and his tone. Sitting back in his chair, he reached into his pants and pulled out his enormous, leaking cock and began to stroke it lazily. “Get out your dicks, my lovely little perverts. Come stroke with me down memory lane.”

‘Oh no…’

Eren was fucking hooked.

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mariahschoices · 4 years

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Unloveable

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader/OC

Word Count: 2726

Theme: Angst (for now)

Part 2 of this story:

https://mariahschoices.tumblr.com/post/190002611367/beloved

Cold. Desperate. Alone. Numb. The quiet click-clack sounds of the clock on the wall slowed as you activated your quick, stretching the time between clicks from seconds, to minutes, to hours. It couldn’t be real. If you could slow down time, you wouldn’t have to accept your new reality. You wouldn’t have to accept what had happened. You tipped back the bottle in your hand, draining the last of its contents as you sat on the cold hardwood floor of your kitchen, blacking out from the truth. He was gone.

Ten years ago. UA High School.

Bakugo half listened as he stared out the window of the classroom. Aizawa was droning on about some bullshit he’d already studied months ago. Bakugo took it upon himself to learn as much as he could so that he stayed ahead of his classmates. He was determined to become the number one hero. The explosive quirk that he possessed allowed him to essentially fly, blow shit up, and put any villain that got in his way in their place. It wasn’t enough to possess a powerful quirk, however. He also trained for countless hours each day, making sure that he was in peak physical condition, regardless of his quirk. There were quirk erasing drugs being developed after all, and he had to be prepared for any kind of fight. He also studied more than anyone realized, making sure that his grades stayed at the top of his class, even though to his peers, it seemed like he couldn’t care less about the “wisdom” his teachers sought to bless him with.

Bakugo’s thoughts drifted to the events of yesterday’s training session. He had been paired with a female student from class 1B. He didn’t even know your name, but he knew of you due to the remarkable quirk that you possessed. You had the ability to slow down or speed up time for yourself, as well as anyone you happened to be touching at the time. Your amazing abilities allowed you to slow down your perception of reality and the events occurring around you, allowing you to easily anticipate and dodge physical attacks and predict the movements of villains, or in this case, Bakugo. It was really quite enchanting to watch you fight. To the onlookers in the class, your movements were nearly imperceptible, as you were able to stay one step ahead of your opponent. You even got a few hits in on Bakugo before he came to his senses and blew you away, landing flat on your ass at the edge of the training grounds.

Bakugo’s cheeks flushed pink as he thought about the way you’d walked away from the match with grace, even with an injury, still proud of your progress and your ability to land more than one hit on the highly ranked student from class 1A.

Bakugo’s blush transformed and evolved into red as anger and embarrassment overtook his feelings. How could he allow some extra to get a hit in on him, much less more than one?

The bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch. Bakugo found his usual seat beside of Kirishima, who paused his conversation only momentarily to acknowledge Bakugo before continuing on about how “manly” yesterday’s match had been.

Bakugo’s eyes roamed the lunchroom, deciding to look for you against his own accord. He didn’t want to become distracted from his goals over a few hits some random extra from 1B had gotten in on him. His eyes found yours from across the room, pulling your attention from your meal like a magnetic force. Bakugo left his seat, deciding to give you a piece of his mind.

“Hi, Bak-” he stopped you before you could even finish greeting him, noting as his face took on a sneer, his eyes squinted in your direction as he looked at you with what could only be described as disgust.

“Listen, you’re nothing but a shitty extra. You will never touch me again. Your quirk is shitty and you should just give up trying to be a hero. I wish you would just speed up time so we could leave this school and I could beat your ass and never have to see your ugly face again! I will become the number one hero!”

He didn’t know why he was so compelled to blow up on you, physically and metaphorically. He’d never fought someone like you before, and he didn’t like the way it made him feel. He’d always somewhat admired your quirk, but he couldn’t allow anyone to get in his way of becoming the top hero on the food chain.

Tears started to well in your eyes at his cruel display. You knew Bakugo was pretty notorious around UA for being an ass, but you figured he would at least respect you due to your powerful quirk. You swore you thought that you’d even seen a glimmer of admiration in his eye yesterday, before he’d come to his senses and blown you up of course. You couldn’t refrain from unleashing the word vomit that climbed up your throat like bile in response to Bakugo’s outburst.

“Fuck you, Bakugo. I will be a hero. it doesn’t matter how strong you are, because no one will ever love an asshole like you, no matter how many people you save. You’re an emotionless, unloveable dick!”

Bakugo’s hands crackled in anger. He wanted to blast your fucking face off. Barely containing his fury, he adjusted the blast to direct just in front of you, blowing up the lunch table and sending the remainder of your food flying in all directions. He quickly left the lunch room, which was still filled with students that had been stunned into silence. He quickly darted out of the room, turning the corner before anyone could see the glistening of tears that threatened to spill out from his eyes. He would show everyone how great of a hero he could be.

Ten years and six months forward. Present day.

Bakugo unlocked his apartment door with heavy-lidded eyes, acting as a barely functioning zombie, only able to perform routine tasks that didn’t require much thought or effort. Another exhausting day of hero work. He shoved his shoes off by the door, shuffling to his bedroom to take off the rest of his hero costume. The day had started with another irritating interview. He’d had to share the stage with fucking Deku, as the pair currently designated the top of the hero list. No one could deny that Bakugo was stronger, smarter, and obviously better looking than Deku, but he simply couldn’t beat the nerd in the eyes of public opinion. Though he had softened somewhat over the years, Bakugo still wasn’t a kiss ass, politically correct, family friendly hero. He was there to do a job and that job was to kick villain ass. All the interviewer could be bothered with was questions about his personal life, not about how many people he had saved or how important his work was.

After the interview, he'd had to resume his normal patrols and hero work, saving over 30 civilians in a shopping center attack. But, of course Deku had been nearby due the recently conducted interview, having shown up at the last minute to smile for the cameras and answer questions for the journalists, essentially getting credit for the win by doting on his adoring public.

Bakugo just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep through the next day. He was finally getting a day off from work for the first time in nearly a month. He’d been invited out for drinks by Kirishima, the only person he’d kept in touch with from UA, and the closest person to what he could call a friend.

He took a quick shower and got redressed, telling himself that he’d just have one drink and then be able to go home and go to sleep. Shitty Hair had a wife and kids now after all, and he couldn’t be out too late without catching a shit fit from his woman. Bakugo had to take Kirishima up on his offers to hang out whenever they were offered, due to them both having busy schedules in addition to his duty to make time for family life.

Bakugo didn’t have his own family. Kirishima was the closest and only thing he had in the way of friendships, and he was extremely single. Sure, he was a man with needs and he’d had his fair share of one night stands with Ground Zero groupies who’d wanted to have angry sex for one night only that they could tell all of their friends about. But Bakugo had never really had a relationship, unless you counted the three-week-long distraction he’d had with his last assistant, before she was reassigned to another hero.

Bakugo scrolled through his socials, waiting on Kirishima to get back from the bar with their drinks. A notification popped up, alerting him that a DM had been sent, probably from another wannabe hero fucker. Opening up his inbox, the round profile picture accompanying the new message caught his attention.

His thoughts went back to that day in the lunch room. The words that were spoken there had haunted him for years, becoming louder and louder in his mind’s eye as the burnout and exhaustion from hero work started to take over his daily life. The name accompanying the side of the photo confirmed his suspicions. It was you, sending him a message when he hadn’t seen you in over ten years. He couldn’t help his curiosity as he clicked to read what you had to say.

“Hi, Bakugo. Or should I say Ground Zero now? Anyway, you may not remember me, but I was hoping I could meet up with you. I have something I’d like to discuss with you, and I think it would be best if we talked in person.”

You had just finished reading the message whenever Kirishima returned to the booth with your drinks. Upon seeing your slightly dazed expression, his eyes connected with the image of the classmate you two had shared many years ago.

“What’s up, man? Why is she messaging you?”

Kirishima was the only person who really knew how your words had effected him all of those years ago, slowly eating away at him as he worked his way up in the hero world, while his personal life simultaneously suffered. Maybe there had been some validity to your statements all of those years ago. After all, Bakugo was going home to an empty apartment, while the majority of your peers were living fulfilling lives and had families of their own.

“I don’t know, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo spat out, his first response in most social interactions being frustration. “She wants to meet up with me in person to talk about something.”

“Well, you’re off tomorrow. Message her back. it’s not like you have anything better to do,” Kirishima admonished, encouraging you to seek some social interaction outside of himself and your work.

Curiosity outweighing his better judgement, Bakugo began to type out a response to the girl whose words he’d never been able to quite get out of his head.

“Hey, there’s a coffee shop near my apartment....”

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The next day, you sat across Bakugo at the cafe, clinging to your coffee cup like a lifeline. He’d insisted on paying for your drinks, even though you had been the one to invite him out. The action had surprised you, and you continued to mull over this thought as a distraction whenever he interrupted your internal monologue.

“Well, I’m here. What was so important that you wanted to meet up? You know I’m busy being the top hero around here. Don’t you know that my time is important?” Bakugo couldn’t let you know that he’d actually had the day off, and that you’d probably saved him from another day of dreaded self-reflection.

You decided to let it slide that Deku was actually the top hero, focusing on what was important, and the reason that you had decided to message Bakugo in the first place.

“I, so, you know we went to school together...” you started awkwardly, not really knowing how to approach the topic at hand with someone so brash as Bakugo.

“Tch, no shit. Tell me something that I don’t already know,” he interrupted.

Deciding to try and be as direct as possible, you started again.

“Bakugo, I contacted you because I need to apologize, as part of my program. It is one of the twelve steps to make amends with anyone we feel we have harmed.”

Your words instantly quieted Bakugo; meanwhile, his inner thoughts were taking a wild ride. Program? Apology? Surely you couldn’t be talking about that day. He had been such an ass in school, to you and to nearly everyone else, and he couldn’t really blame you for what you’d said that day. After all, you had been right. He didn’t have anyone is his life that really loved him.

“About six months ago, my husband passed away,” you swallowed, struggling to continue, “he passed away during the League of Villains attack at the college. He sacrificed himself to get that room of students evacuated In time...”

Bakugo was familiar with the incident. He had been called in as backup, but it was too late to save your husband. He was a decent enough guy as far as Bakugo knew. A minor league hero that he was familiar with. Truthfully, at the time, he had admired him for his sacrifice, almost wishing that it had been him instead. After all, he knew that the hero had a wife at home who would be left a widow, even though he hadn’t known it was you, and....

He stopped his train of thought before his expression could give anything away. After all, how could he sit there feeling sorry for himself whenever he was sitting across from the very woman who had been left behind.

“Anyway, when he passed away. I went into a very deep depression that was nearly impossible for me to get out of. I used my quirk to slow down the passing of time. I couldn’t face the thought of his funeral, so I just drank and drank until I couldn’t feel anymore...”

Bakugo watched as the first tear spilled over your red-rimmed eyes, giving away that this wasn’t your first bout of tears today. He resisted the urge to reach out and wipe the tear from your cheek.

“Anyway, I stretched time to the point where a matter of days felt more like months for me, and I finally realized I needed help whenever Uraraka came over and took me to the hospital. They had to pump my stomach and I entered a rehab facility... now as part of the program I need to make amends with you Bakugo. It may not have even affected you at all, I know you’re a really strong person and nothing gets to you, but that day in the lunch room, when I told you that you were unloveable...” you paused, choking on air as the tears that spilled out threatened to overwhelm you, “I am truly sorry. I know what it feels like to have love gone from your life, and I truly wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

Bakugo didn’t know what to say or do. How could you sit here and apologize after what you had been through? He didn’t deserve your tears, and he felt an undercurrent of emotions that he hadn’t felt in a very long time towards anyone. Sympathy and regret.

“You don’t need to apologize, but thank you.”

Bakugo’s words dried up your tears almost instantly, and you couldn’t help the look of surprise that crossed your features.

“You were right, actually. About what you said.”

Clearly he wasn’t remembering the day in question the same way that you were. Bakugo was a top hero. Obviously he was loved. He had thousands of fans. He had gotten everything he’d ever wanted and worked towards.

“I’m sorry, Bakugo. Let me explain. When I said you were...”

“An unloveable dick?” he interrupted.

“An unloveable dick - yes, wait... so you do remember?” you yelped out with surprise.

“I do. And you were right.”

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sofhyuck · 5 years

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Go Stupid

Genre: college!Jeno, college!reader, fluff, dumb shit

Word count: 4.3k

Excerpt: “You’re so cute, you know that, right?” Your laughter finally died down, giving you room to speak again. “Why would I give you my number if I didn’t want to keep talking to you? I thought you seemed fun to talk to at the party so I gave you my number.”

Jeno’s brain couldn’t compute a better answer other than, “oh.” His friends stared on in disbelief; there was no doubt in Jeno’s mind that a sharp “I told you so” was on the tip of Renjun’s tongue.

A/N: This is basically a Mark fic disguised as a Jeno fic

Jeno wasn’t drunk. Well, he could still tell he was talking to Jaemin and Renjun, about what he wasn’t completely sure, and for him that was good enough. The three were huddled closely together by the drinks in hopes of being able to hear one another over the pounding bass resonating throughout the frat house. His focus wandered from the conversation to the mass of writhing bodies then back to his friends, a small voice at the back of his head wondering where Donghyuck had wandered off to. Probably to do another keg stand in hopes of impressing Mark. It never worked.

Renjun nudged Jeno in the side, pointing towards the other side of the room with a roll of his eyes. Sure enough, there was Yukhei holding Hyuck up as the crowd around them chanted his name. Mark was busy trying not to throw up from nerves - and probably the four shots of tequila he had downed earlier - whilst talking to a cute girl on the outskirts of the small circle that had formed. Jeno shook his head and turned away from the spectacle, both amused and embarrassed by Donghyuck’s desperation for approval from his older friends.

You weren’t drunk. You had only had one shot and could count every string light hung around the room; there were upwards of fifty. Unfortunately, your friend was completely blasted and you were her only chaperone for the night. Prying her away from a greasy senior boy who was getting a bit too handsy, you brought her over to the kitchen sink just as she doubled over to vomit up a third of the drinks sitting in her stomach. You patted her back mindlessly, gazing blankly ahead of you at the multi-colored star shaped string lights strung haphazardly on the wall across from you. Why a frat decided to have so many goddamn lights was beyond you, but at least they were pretty. They’d probably be prettier if you weren’t stuck holding your friend’s hair away from her face. After staring at the blue star that had half gone out - third one from the left, next to the spastic pink star - your vision began to blur and you lazily blinked to clear the haze.

Your friend stood up straight, mumbling something about wanting to leave. Grabbing her arm you pulled out your phone with your free hand, checking for the nearest Uber. It seemed as though everyone else on campus was either leaving or going to a party for the closest Uber was twenty five minutes away. With a heavy sigh you ordered it, groaning at the high rates of a busy Friday night. Dragging your friend behind you, you weaved through the crowd, attempting to make your way to the door. You had almost made it, the door in your sights, but a group of boys blocked your way from escaping the sweaty, beer scented Hell you were currently stuck in.

“Excuse me.” You called out, gripping your friends arm tightly to ensure she didn’t wander off. There was no response, the boys continued to laugh and talk boisterously, oblivious to your fuming state.

“EXCUSE ME!” You yelled this time, determined to be heard above the din caused by shitty trap music and clashing conversations.

Jeno turned to face you and was about to step to the side until he looked at your face. Fuck, you had a really pretty face. He stood frozen in place, eyes wide and unmoving. You raised an eyebrow at him and he finally took notice of how angry you looked. Still pretty, though. He had to say something, he knew that. In a split second his brain whirred to life and spit out the first thing it could come up with.

“You’re like really fucking pretty.” His face immediately reddened upon realizing what exactly he had blurted out and Jaemin and Renjun turned to face you at their friend’s sudden outburst.

“Um, thank you? Now, unless you want my friend here to throw up all over you, I’m going to ask you to kindly get the fuck out of my way.”

Jeno jerked his head in acknowledgment and stepped out of the way, his gaze never losing you. You couldn’t help but think how weird he was as you finally made it outside. Cute, but really fucking weird. Renjun broke into a fit of laughter at his friend’s expense, amused to no end by Jeno’s uncharacteristically awkward interaction. Jeno, now determined to mend his floundering, brushed past his friends to follow you outside. There he found you leaning against the porch railing whilst your friend leaned over it, the sounds of her retching filling the night air. You looked up at the sound of the screen door opening and closing only to see the boy who had just practically confessed to you. Glancing at your phone to check the status of the Uber, Jeno fumbled with his fingers, debating his next move. The door opened behind him and he lurched forward, pushed by someone rushing to join your friend in puking over the railing. He stumbled towards you, figuring that he might as well keep moving before his nerves once again glued him in place.

“Is your friend ok?” His voice pulled your attention away from your phone.

“Yea, this isn’t the first time this has happened.” You sighed, putting your phone away, bored with watching the arrival time of your Uber flirting around the twenty minute mark.

“Do you want me to get her some water? We have bottled, no risk of tampering.” He added upon noticing the skeptical look that settled across your face.

“Sure, that’d be great.” You replied, chewing on your lip once he disappeared back inside. You quickly glanced at your phone. Sixteen minutes.

“Here you are.” The screen door slid open to reveal Jeno holding up a full bottle of water.

“Thanks.” Taking the bottle from his hand, you inspected it sligtlhy, just to be safe. After all, you didn’t even know his name.

“I’m Jeno, by the way.”

It surprised you how easily he slipped into conversation after his previous blunder. He acted as though it had never happened.

“Y/n.” You gave him a blunt reply, opening the bottle and handing it to your friend, encouraging her to drink from it. “Are you a brother?”

“I’m rushing with a few of my friends, we’re friends with a lot of the brothers though.”

“That’s cool.” You hummed. “Greek life has always sketched me out a little, especially after all those sorority videos that keep popping up on Twitter.” Jeno chuckled at how you physically shuddered at the thought, remembering himself the semi demonic chants recited by tens of sorority girls.

“I guess it’s a little weird, but I think we’re a pretty chill frat compared to others. I mean, we’ve got Mark Lee and he couldn’t hurt a fly if he tried.” Jeno shrugged.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to shit on you. I just can’t see myself living in that kind of atmosphere.”

“No, it’s fine, there are definitely way too many shitty frats out there.”

“I will say I’ve enjoyed the parties I’ve attended here, despite always having to leave because of this one.” You remarked, patting your friend on the back who promptly flashed you her middle finger.

“Oh, you’ve been to other parties? How come I’ve never seen you before?” Despite being well past tipsy at nearly ever party he had been to, Jeno was positive he wouldn’t forget a face like yours. Sure, he’d seen and danced with pretty faces before, but yours was one he couldn’t ignore even if he wanted to, and he definitely didn’t want to.

“I never really know when the parties are happening here so I’ve only come to a few. But the ones I’ve been to have been fun. I think I should try to find another party buddy so that I can fully enjoy them, though.” You gazed at your friend out of the corner of your eye, her slumped figure signaling that she was nearly passed out on the railing. There was no way you were going to let her drink for the rest of the semester; her kidneys couldn’t survive much more.

“Oh, I can let you know when the parties are happening, if that’s ok? Mark always keeps us updated.” Jeno offered, heart picking up at the thought of having your phone number in his possession.

“That would actually be so great! You could even be my new party buddy!” You exclaimed, fishing your phone out of your pocket and opening up a new contact, handing the device over to him. With shaking hands Jeno took your phone, his fingertips brushing against yours, sending sparks through his body. He hastily typed in his phone number, having to reenter it a few times before finally getting it right, silently cursing his thumbs for their sudden paralysis the whole time. As Jeno passed the phone back to you, a notification popped up alerting you that your Uber was a minute away. You glanced at your friends unconscious figure and your shoulders slumped, wondering how the hell you were going to tow her body out front.

“I can help you.” Jeno offered as you situated one of her arms over your shoulder.

“That would be amazing.” You smiled as Jeno made his way over, wrapping his arm around her waist. The two of you made your way around to the front of the house where your Uber awaited. Dumping your friend into the backseat, you thanked Jeno and clambered in behind her, sending him a wave as you shut the door behind you.

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Jeno had received a text from you that same night and three days had passed with no response from him. He reasoned that you only wanted him to contact you about parties; nothing more and nothing less. However, that didn’t stop him from thinking about you 24/7, constantly locking and unlocking his phone to read over and over again the single text you had sent.

Hey, this is Y/n from the party last night! Thanks again sm for helping me and my friend out <3

That stupid little heart had sent him into a frenzy of flapping arms and embarrassingly high pitched squeaks whilst he, Jaemin, Renjun, and Haechan were cleaning up after the party - part of the grueling initiation process into the frat - and his three friends had stared at him out of both concern and curiosity. Mostly out of concern. Once Jeno had calmed down and the threat of his flailing limbs disappeared, Renjun was the first to interrogate him. Upon revealing the heart attack inducing text to his friends, the three encouraged him to continue the conversation, after a copious amount of teasing at Jeno’s expense, of course. However, Jeno was a stubborn headass - Renjun’s exact words - and had already convinced himself that, no, you didn’t actually want to be his friend, and refused to respond.

Donghyuck had told Mark right away, to no one’s surprise, and the older immediately pulled open your Instagram, remembering that you had shared a class the previous semester and occasionally studied together. Jeno had immediately snatched the phone out of Mark’s hand, earning him a sharp “Hey!” from Mark, but Jeno could hardly care. Opening his own phone, Jeno searched for your Instagram. Private. He hesitated before requesting to follow you. Ten gruelling minutes passed before he got the notification that you had accepted his request, even requesting to follow back, much to Jeno’s delight. His friends tried to emphasize that this only further proved that you wanted to be his friend, but again their reasoning was to no avail. He spent the rest of his morning scrolling through your feed, Donghyuck not so gently referring to him as a stalker, but Jeno only brushed off his teasing, too immersed in your travels the previous summer, pausing a little longer at every swimsuit-clad picture you had posted. How perfect could one person get?

You kept gazing at the single message you had sent to Jeno, the daunting read 8:16 a.m. stared back at you, taunting you. What kind of idiot calls you, quote, ‘really fucking pretty,’ follows you on Instagram, and then promptly leaves you on read less than six hours later? You had sent him a heart, goddammit. It frustrated you to no end and left you in a sour mood for the rest of the weekend. Your friend, who spent almost twenty four hours in bed before returning to the land of the living, groggily looked over your shoulder as you casually scrolled through Jeno’s Instagram. She didn’t remember him at all but that didn’t stop her from commenting on how attractive he was, not that you couldn’t see that for yourself, further rubbing salt into the wound that Jeno’s lack of response had left behind. Eventually you came to the conclusion that all men are idiots, especially the attractive ones, and pulled yourself back into your studies. There was a test on Tuesday that you had to study for anyways.

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Tuesday morning you woke up late. You made it just in time for your exam at the expense of breakfast. Luckily for you, the exam was a breeze and you finished forty five minutes before the class was scheduled to end. Stomach grumbling, you rushed towards the dining hall. It was weird going to lunch so early; the dining hall had just began to serve lunch and hardly anyone was inside. You could hardly care, your empty stomach taking hold of your actions and leading you straight towards the buffet. Filling your tray with probably way more food than you’d actually be able to stomach, you turned to scan the tables, deliberating over which of the empty tables you would take a seat at.

Jeno’s friends would not let him live. The conversation had started simple: discussing dinner plans for Friday night, a small hangout with some of the frat brothers. Then Donghyuck suggested Jeno invite you and all hell broke loose. Did you text back yet? Seriously you haven’t? Get your shit together dude! It’s obvious there was something going on there! Sometimes you can be really dense, man. By the time they had arrived at the dining hall Jeno had completely tuned them out, focusing instead on what he was going to eat for lunch. Much to his relief, the conversation shifted when they all sat down at their usual table - right by the wall of windows so that they could people watch to their hearts’ content - and Jeno was able to breathe easy again. He lazily scanned the dining hall, half-heartedly nodding his head in agreeance to Jaemin’s claims of being the smartest out of the group.

“I make the plans and get your lazy asses to actually come out!”

“Yea, but who always saves our asses when we always end up in some deep shit? Me, that’s who! Therefore I’m the smartest. Tell him I’m right, Jeno.” Renjun argued, sending a desperate look in Jeno’s direction.

“I don’t know which of you is the smartest, but I do know that it certainly isn’t Hyuck.” Jeno chuckled at Donghyuck’s whining as he turned back to people watching. Then he saw you scanning the crowd. He was just about to duck down, hide away from your curious gaze, when your eyes met his. Jeno froze.

There he was. The big idiot who had been ignoring you for the past few days. Your eyes narrowed into a glare. Standing up tall, you set your sights directly onto where he sat, his eyes blown wide, frozen in shock at your approaching figure. His friends, having noticed Jeno’s odd demeanor, had followed his gaze, his whole posse now staring as you stopped in front of him.

“Mind if I sit?” You smiled politely, gaze unwavering from Jeno’s. A series of mumbled “no”s and “it’s fine”s chorused around the table and you slid into the vacant seat beside Jeno. Situating yourself, you took your bag off and neatly arranged your food before turning to reaffix your glare onto Jeno. Jeno fidgeted in his seat, unsure of what exactly was about to happen.

“So,” you started, “why haven’t you texted back?”

Jeno gulped, any possible traces of confidence now long gone.

“I thought, I mean when I asked for your number, I figured you only wanted me to text you about parties? And that was it?”

You couldn’t help but gape at his confession, completely aghast at how dumb he was proving to be. Your disbelief, however, quickly morphed into amusement and you couldn’t help but laugh at Jeno’s expense. Sure he was a little dumb, but he was also way too cute to stay mad at. Jeno’s cheeks reddened at your fit of laughter, embarrassed yet flustered by how adorable your laughter was.

“You’re so cute, you know that, right?” Your laughter finally died down, giving you room to speak again. “Why would I give you my number if I didn’t want to keep talking to you? I thought you seemed fun to talk to at the party so I gave you my number.”

“It’s not a party but we’re planning on going out to dinner this Friday with some of the brothers if you wanna come.” Jeno’s head whipped towards Renjun, a smug smirk residing on the latters face. “Mark says he knows you, too, so it’s not weird if you just show up.”

Your face lit up at the mention of Mark. His idiocy rivalled that of Jeno’s, but it only made him all the more endearing.

“I’d love to come if it’s ok with you guys!” You grinned, glancing around the table.

Everyone nodded in agreement, happy to have you join in on the fun and make Jeno even more of a stuttering, blushing mess. Jeno nodded robotically, still in slight shock from your unexpected interrogation. Turning pointedly to once again face Jeno, you leaned your cheek against the palm of your hand, a coy smile settling over your features.

“Don’t forget to text me, ok?”

“Y-yea, I won’t.” Jeno stuttered out, his face flushing an impossibly deeper shade of red.

“Good.” You smiled, a genuine one this time, and his heart fluttered. He wouldn’t be able to ignore you even if he tried. And he wasn’t planning on trying any longer.

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Jeno couldn’t tear his eyes away from the front door, his left leg bouncing uncontrollably. You had texted him sixteen minutes and thirty three seconds ago that you were on your way, and he knew that it took at least ten minutes to get to the restaurant from campus. Were you ok? Did you get in an accident? It was raining out, the roads could be slippery, maybe you were listening to music and couldn’t hear—

“Yo! Lover boy! Snap out of it man you’re worrying way too much.” Renjun called out to him from where he sat across the table. Jeno jolted out of his spiralling, turning back to face the boys. You and Mark were the only two who had yet to arrive - by now it was expected Mark would be late - and Jeno had been on edge the entire day. Hell, he’d been on edge since you sat next to him during lunch earlier that week; he just couldn’t get you out of his head. He had arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes before they had agreed to, too anxious to keep waiting idly in his dorm room. Renjun was next to arrive, not so subtly rolling his eyes upon seeing Jeno sat at a large table, fiddling with a straw wrapper whilst trying not to check his phone every five seconds. Haechan and Jaemin were right behind him. Yukhei had come in surprisingly on time, dragging Sicheng along behind him. That left you and Mark.

“They better come soon, I’m getting hungry.” Donghyuck grumbled, fiddling with his already empty glass of coke.

“Wasn’t it your idea to wait until everyone arrived to order?” Renjun shot back.

“Yea, well, that was yesterday when I thought I was gonna be the last one to show up. Jeno, why can’t you text your girlfriend to hurry up?”

“S-she’s not my girlfriend!” Jeno spluttered, sitting up straight in his seat.

“Not yet.” Renjun smirked. The door opened before Jeno could respond and you came rushing in, wiping your damp feet on the welcome mat whilst shaking out your umbrella.

“Sorry I’m late!” You panted slightly, plopping down into the space directly in front of Jeno. “I ran into Mark along the way and, well he needed a little help—”

The door once again burst open, revealing a very wet and panting Mark.

“I fell.” He grinned sheepishly, dropping his dipping backpack onto the floor beside the table before taking a seat. Jeno couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your hair slightly damp - probably from when you stopped to help Mark - yet a bright smile painted across your face. Even the gloomiest days couldn’t diminish your glow. You looked over to him and your smile brightened tenfold; Jeno swore he could have gone blind.

“Great, now we can finally order!” Donghyuck cheered, flagging down the nearest waitress who looked none too thrilled to be serving a table filled with rowdy college students. Everyone placed their respective order, Jeno nearly forgetting his side of fries because he was too busy stealing not so subtle glances at you. The waitress left your table, grumbling over the sheer amount of food you had ordered, and you all fell back into conversation.

You lightly kick Jeno in the shin under the table to gain his attention. “How’s your week been?”

“Oh, it was fine,” he startled, embarrassed by how blatantly he had just been staring at you, “pretty normal, I guess. How about you, did you get that test back from Tuesday?”

“I’m surprised you remembered that,” you rose your eyebrows. “We didn’t get it back yet, but our professor said the average has been high so far so, fingers crossed!”

“Of course I remember, you were freaking out about it all Wednesday night!”

“I wasn’t freaking out, I was merely expressing my nerves.” You flushed, recalling how frantic you had been during your Facetime call with him the other night.

“Don’t worry, it was cute.” Jeno grinned. The two of you had been texting and Facetiming a fair amount over the past few days and Jeno found himself growing more and more relaxed around you, allowing him to slip into his regular annoyingly charming persona. Not that you minded.

“So annoying.” You muttered under your breath, struggling to hide the smile threatening to break through. Jeno laughed at your frustration but you chose to ignore him, turning your attention towards the slightly heated conversation between Donghyuck and Yukhei. The topic of said conversation: how many straws they could fit into their mouths.

“You shouldn’t put any in your mouth, save the turtles!” Jaemin rallied.

“You know there have been several studies done on how that will do very little to help the environment and rather we should focus on pressuring the big corporations to change their policies—” Renjun was cut off by an even louder “save the turtles!” from Jaemin.

“The only real way to settle this argument is to actually do it.” Sicheng shrugged, knowing exactly how he was feeding the fire. You shot Jeno a look, silently asking if they were actually dumb enough to follow through with Sicheng’s suggestion. Mark’s call of “I’ll keep count” answered for him. You watched on in awe as the pair began to unwrap the plastic straws and shove them into their mouths, Jaemin weakly trying to remind them of the turtles whilst everyone else egged them on. Jeno’s gaze fluttered between the grotesque scene and your twisted look of disgust and intrigue. The way you wrinkled your nose, your mouth frozen in a gaping half smile, caused Jeno to smile to himself.

“Twenty nine holy shit.” Mark announced, the whole table cheering for Yukhei’s accomplishment whilst Donghyuck slumped back into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I was close!” He whined and you patted him on the back.

“Twenty four is still pretty good.” You consoled him, laughing as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“At least someone knows how to show some compassion around here.”

“More like someone hasn’t grown immune to your pouting yet.” Renjun shot back, Donghyuck sticking his tongue out at the former. You locked eyes with Jeno, jokingly rolling your eyes at the antics of your friends. Jeno shook his head in return, eyes filled with mirth. The food arrived, your waitress visibly disgruntled with all the stray straw wrappers strewn across the table. Renjun, taking note of how you and Jeno couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of each other, nudged Jaemin in the side, jerking his head towards you. Soon enough the whole table was half paying attention to the two of you, still attempting to maintain their normal conversation. Whenever someone did or said something - specifically Mark and Donghyuck - Jeno would look towards you to gauge your reaction only to find you already looking at him. And, of course, the others watched the whole interaction.

“This is almost sickening.” Renjun mumbled, eyeing the two of you in disgust.

“Aw, come on, it’s cute!” Jaemin chimed in.

“Do you think they’ll ever come back to join us in the real world?”

“Probably not.” The whole table - sans you and Jeno - turned to look at Sicheng. “They’re just two oblivious idiots in love.”

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ambersky0319 · 5 years

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Blooming Hearts - Chapter One

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Pairings : Romantic Roceit

Summary : In this world, it was nearly unheard of for people to not get with their soulmate. It was looked down upon, because why would you not want to be with the person who was absolutely perfect for you? But what if that soulmate wasn't perfect, wasn't the person for you?

Warnings : Deceit(named Damien), Sympathetic Deceit, cursing, name-calling, Roman angst, please tell me if I missed anything

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"How did this happen? Why the fuck are you like this?" Lily Fae snapped at her boyfriend of three years, her soulmate. Fire shown in her eyes as she digested his words.

When she had first heard them, she had been stunned. No words had been able to process through her. But now? Now she was only getting started. "You're going to be seen as a freak! An outcast! A fucking idiot who doesnt even seem to have one braincell. And me! God, what would everyone think? Im soulmates with a dumbass!"

Roman flinched at her tone, shrinking into his jacket. He swallowed thickly. "You think I didn't consider all that? We can both just, just keep this on the down low. Neither of our reputations will be ruined, or anything like that." He tried to reason, he really did. But Lily was having none of that.

"Roman, we are both famous! The press is watching our every move, and it's surprising they haven't broken into our- my, apartment by now. They would find out within the hour."

Roman's eyes widened. "Did you say this was your apartment?"

Lily straightened her back, a glare settling in. "Yeah. I did. So pack your shit."

Roman took a shaky breath. "Wait, I won't have anywhere to go-"

"That's the point, now hurry your ass up and leave."

He couldn't argue. He really couldn't. So, as quickly as he could, Roman packed a small suitcase. He wasn't going to bring a lot, he couldn't, if he needed to find somewhere else to stay at such a short notice. He was out of the apartment in ten minutes.

Roman glared at his knuckles as he walked down the busy street, cursing at himself. He should have just endured it all. He had a good life with his soulmate; Lily was... decent. She had a temper, but Roman could usually deal with it. He could have just... just not even met Damien. Never have even said a word to the soulmateless man with a scar.

The man whom he hadn't seen in weeks, only talking through text because of a vacation Damien was on.

Roman sighed, looking around at where he was. He vaguely remembered the area, it was near the park. It was someplace he didn't visit often, but... The park would allow him some alone time. Before people began to actually pay closer attention to the actor walking down the street. No one suspected him in the park.

Tightening his grip on his suitcase, Roman made his way down a few blocks. It didn't take long to get there, but it would have been much faster if he had taken a few shortcuts that were well known. The park was as breathtaking as ever, leaves the colors of reds and oranges and yellows. Some couples were scattered here and there, enjoying the nice weather that would soon disappear for cold.

It was refreshing.

Roman found a bench with no one near and made himself comfortable, pulling his legs up and taking his phone out of his pocket. He wrapped an arm around his knees and unlocked his phone, immediately opening up his messages. It was only now did the realization that he was officially homeless set in.

Roman took in a shaky breath, and exited messages. Instead, he clicked on the phone icon and dialed Damien's number. He listened to it ring twice, before a smooth and gentle and familiar voice greeted him.

"Roman! What do I owe the pleasure of receiving an actual call?"

Roman swallowed, taking a deep breath and trembling as he exhaled. "Dee... You know how I was um, going to break up with Lily?"

Damien hummed knowingly, and Roman could practically see the concerned expression on his face. "Well... I did."

"How'd it go?" The answer was obvious. If Roman was calling Damien, and not, say, Patton, it couldn't have gone well.

"Swimmingly! I'm officially out of a place to stay and I've no doubt she's gonna tell the media, meaning that any future career choices are probably about to sink out of my grasp."

Damien let out a quiet "oof," making Roman smile just a bit. "Well, um, what do you think you're gonna do about it?"

Roman sighed. "No clue..." He muttered, curling further in on himself. "Any chance you'll be back today? Maybe I can crash at your place- if it's askibg of too much, I totally understand! But it was worth asking."

"I'm coming back tomorrow- but my brother is watching Nova while I'm gone. I can give him a call and tell him you'll be staying."

Roman froze slightly. "Wait, you're actually letting me stay?"

Damien hummed. "Don't see anything wrong with it."

Roman laughed quietly, it was nervous bit filled with so much relief. "Thank you, thank you so much."

"No problem. I need to go, feel free to make yourself at home, and I'll see you tomorrow."

Roman nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. Thanks."

He swallowed as they hung up, and he was greeted with a new notification of the address. Roman picked himself up and opened up an app to hopefully get him there correctly. Knowing Roman's luck though, he'd get lost in ten minutes.

Damien's house was one to behold; the concrete walls were painted a pale yellow and the house had a black roof. But that wasn't too important; the house seemed huge, too big for someone who typically lived alone. There was a garden leading up to the front door, clearly well-kept and cared for. Flowers of all colors kept catching Roman's eyes and he nearly tripped on the few steps leading to the front door.

Roman was let in by Virgil, a handsome young man with light purple bangs. He wore a simple purple shirt and jeans, currently barefoot, and eyeshadow was smudged underneath his eyes. He smiled warmly at Roman, closing the door behind him.

Around the living space, there seemed to be quite a lot knocked over and moved around. Barking could be heard from one of the rooms upstairs. The walls were covered in paintings and the couches seemed very clean, a dog bed right in front of it. Some of the paintings were of Nova, Roman recognized, others of random people, some Roman knew himself.

"Sorry for the mess- Nova got a bit excited when she heard someone. You're not afraid of dogs, are you?" he asked. Roman shook his head. "Great! I'll let Nova out of the room, then. If you follow me into the kitchen..."

Virgil gave Roman a tour of the entire house. Roman was still in awe at the sheer amount of living space. "You're certain Damien lives here, alone with Nova?" he asked in disbelief.

The other man nodded. "Yeah. He did live here with his soulmate, originally, but um... yeah, things happened." Roman frowned as Virgil quickly changed the subject. "Anyway! I can order a pizza or something while you get settled in. Any particular kind you want?"

Roman shrugged, picking his bag up from the living room floor. "Just pepperoni, if that's alright?" Virgil nodded and picked up his phone, mumbling something to himself. Roman patted Nova's head as he walked to the guest bedroom he had been shown earlier.

It was almost twice as large as his old bedroom, and though these walls were bare, they were painted in pastel reds, oranges, and yellows. The sheets of the bed were a magnificent red; there was a desk against the opposite wall, with a wall light that Roman guessed could be adjusted.

He swallowed and set to work at getting his few things sorted. This, this was going to be an interesting shift in his life.

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borathae · 5 years

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↳ Index [#03 Believe Me]

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Wordcount: 9.599

Just as Taehyung had promised the feeling of guilt has disappeared the next morning you awake. You peel your eyes open and sit up. Five twenty. You have got ten more minutes before your alarm would ring. Normally you would fall back into bed and doze off again, but you feel wide awake today. You stretch your arms above your head, yawning loudly. Your whole body shutters before a content smile creeps up your face. You feel lighter today. Your eyes wander to your plants on the window sill. They need water.

You throw your blanket off your legs and jump out of bed, shuffling into your kitchen to fill up the small turquoise water can, which you have ever since you are nineteen.

You walk back to your flowers starting with the little cactus on the far left side of your window sill.

“Here you go little one”, you say to it before moving on to the next plant. The alarm clock interrupts your task and you have to put down your watering can onto the floor to walk to your bed side table. You take your phone into your hands, turning off your alarm. There are three new notifications on your display, two emails from Taehyung and one new text message from Yoongi.

You unlock your phone, checking your emails first. Taehyung had kept his promise, all of the required documents are here and you smile, at least he kept his promise. You exit your email app, opening your text messages.

- Yoongibear ❤: Did you already fall asleep??

You look at the time, he had sent it an hour after his last message and you feel guilty. Maybe you should have at least answered him. You decide to write him now.

- You: Good morning baby, sorry I fell asleep yesterday… I hope you aren’t mad. Is lunch still on today? ❤

You lock your phone afterwards. Yoongi is probably still sleeping, after all he has to wake up an hour later than you. You throw your phone onto your bed, returning to your flowers to finish your task of watering them. Once you are finished you decide to make some quick breakfast, consisting of a cup of black coffee and a bowl of yoghurt with berries. You take longer to finish your breakfast today and when you look at your clock you have exactly twenty minutes to get ready and out of your house. You gasp, jumping up and putting the dirty dishes into your sink before abandoning them. You don’t have time to do them right now you can still wash them later at night. You rush to your bathroom, washing yourself in the speed of light. You look at the clock on your way out of the bathroom, fifteen minutes left. You rip open your closet, pulling out a beige thigh-long dress and the first underwear you can find. You don’t have time to actually plan your outfit today. You dress yourself, looking at the clock afterwards. Twelve minutes left. You sigh, throwing yourself onto your knees in front of your mirror to put some makeup on. Some concealer and only doing your eyebrows must be sufficient enough today, you don’t have time for anything more. You look at yourself in the mirror, nodding contently. It’s definitely not your best look, but at least you don’t look dead anymore.

You jump to your feet, running to your front door, grabbing your bag from your couch on the way out. You grab your coat and slip into the next best shoes you can find before unlocking your door and rushing out of your apartment. You look at your watch, six minutes left. Good, that’s very good. At least you don’t have to run to your bus stop now.

Knowing that you can actually walk at a normal speed slows down your heartbeat in your chest and you take a deep breath. At least now you can actually enjoy the city slowly waking up for a new day. The old bookstore you always pass by has already set his variety of boxes full of books in front of shop window. You greet your neighbor from down the street with a bright smile, telling him that his knitted sweater looked lovely today making him smile at you. Just like always the woman living one block away manages to startle you, when she pulls up her blinds rather forcefully. You chuckle, holding your racing heart in your chest before reaching into your coat pocket to get your phone. You gasp, stopping in your tracks. You have forgotten it at home! You groan, you are already too far away to turn back and get it.

“Good job Y/N”, you mumble to yourself before continuing to walk into the direction of the bus stop with a pout on your face. “Let’s hope that Yoongi doesn’t worry about me”, you whisper.

The next corner you cross leads to the main road and you can already see your bus waiting at your bus stop in the distance. You gasp before starting to run. It’s so close you can still do it! You wave at the bus driver yelling loudly that he should wait for you. He rolls his eyes closing the bus doors before starting the engine.

“No please don’t!” you scream waving furiously. But he doesn’t care, driving off right when you reach the bus stop.

“Fucking bastard!” you yell after the bus, wanting to flip him off but deciding against it. Instead you kick the air groaning loudly.

You turn around a few times, hoping that it would help you find a solution to your problem. The next bus arrives in fifteen minutes, that’s too late! You don’t want to be late for work again. You sigh before sitting down on the bench of the bus stop. You reach for your phone to call a taxi only to remember that you had forgotten it at home.

“Jeez Y/N talk about being a total idiot”, you whisper to yourself shaking your head. You fold your hands in front of you staring at the traffic passing by, hoping that you would spot an unoccupied taxi.

Suddenly a car rolls up to the edge of the road, stopping right in front of you. You don’t know this car, so why is the owner letting the windows down right now?

You gasp, your eyes becoming big.

“Good morning Y/N, you need a ride?” Hoseok grins at you leaning closer to the passenger window.

You stare at him, your heart racing in your chest. It would be the perfect solution to your problem right now, but do you really want to get into the same car as your ex? You keep seated, nervously playing with your fingers.

“Oh come on, I won’t bite. I know you missed your bus didn’t you?” he says telling you to come close with a wave of his hand.

Shit, he knows you too well. You groan before standing up and slowly walking to the car. His smile grows and you can hear him turn the music down. This is a bad idea, you think to yourself before opening the passenger seat door and getting in.

“Thank you”, you say closing the door and settling on the seat. They are beige leather seats, squeaking with every move you make. You press your legs shut, staring at the road ahead.

“Of course don’t mention it”, he says before steering his car back into the main traffic. He falls silent after that, mostly because the traffic got quite hectic and he needed to concentrate on not killing the two of you.

The silence is killing you. This was a bad idea. You should have just dismissed him and waited for a taxi to arrive. You swallow, your fingers playing with the button of your coat. He is so close you can actually smell his cologne. He still smells the same than he did all these months ago and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest. This was a bad idea! You need to get out of here!

“Sorry for storming off like this yesterday”, Hoseok says startling you. His voice had been so loud in the silence right now. You look at him, he is staring at you.

You look away, taking a deep breath. Nope, you will not stare at him! Not today!

“Don’t worry it’s okay”, you tell him to which he hums. He looks back at the road again and the moment his eyes are away from your body you feel yourself relax a little.

“Actually I think it should be me who apologizes instead of you. Sorry for being so cold and mean to you yesterday”, you say before looking at him.

He sends you a quick glance. A small smile creeps up his lips.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s already forgotten and forgiven”, he says dismissing you with a wave of his hand, “besides I wasn’t really hurt anyways”, he adds and the words of Taehyung come into your mind.

That’s so typical Hoseok right now, denying his feelings like that. You sigh suddenly feeling guilty.

“I’m still sorry, you didn’t deserve to find out about my engagement like that”, you say and you can see him clenching his jaw.

“It’s really okay don’t worry about it”, he says before turning the music louder, an obvious sign that he doesn’t want to talk about your current relationship.

You nod understandingly before averting your gaze to the road ahead. That was definitely a bad idea. You can feel yourself starting to sweat already and you can’t seem to stop yourself from biting your nails. What did you even think would happen when you get into his car? That you would be all good and unbothered by his presence? After all, the last time you had seen him had been in May last year. You steal a glance at him. Does he still look the same? Your eyes land on his face first he look just like you had remembered, safe for the very obvious black circles underneath his eyes. Is it because he couldn’t sleep yesterday? Did he think of you, did he even cry because of you?

“Do I have something on my face?” he asks and your cheeks turn red. You look away, his eyes burning holes into the side of your face.

“No it’s just, just uhhm, I have never seen this car before. Since when do you have it?” you say. It was only partially a lie. You really didn’t see him drive this car before.

“Oh yeah it’s new I bought it last September. I kind of had an existential crisis in September and decided to sell my sneakers collection to get a car”, he tells you and your head snaps into his direction.

“You sold all of your sneakers?” you gasp. He chuckles nodding.

“Yeah I did.”

“Even your Balenciagas?” you ask feeling nervous all of a sudden.

“Even my Balenciagas”, he says nodding and you can feel your heart shatter in your chest.

“Why? You love your sneakers”, you say and you can’t help but feel sad all of a sudden. He actually sold the shoes you had gotten him on your second anniversary.

“Of course I do, but my apartment has gotten too small for all of my shoes and besides a car is much more convenient than hundred pairs of shoes from which I actually only wear five pairs”, he says shrugging his shoulders.

“Is it really? We live in Seoul, a city with amazing public transport and you decided to get a car”, you say sounding offended.

“Why do you sound so angry right now? It’s not like I sold your stuff”, he says looking at you with confusion in his eyes.

“I’m not mad I don’t know what you are on about”, you mumble crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Sure if you want me to believe that”, he scoffs, “Also just to add I only sold the black Balenciagas not the ones you got me”, he says and you can’t help but smile.

“Really? Oh, okay, well-”, you clear your throat “-my point still stands getting a car in a big city with good public transport is a waste of money”, you say trying your hardest to still sound annoyed.

He chuckles shaking his head.

“Well then I am sorry for making such a bad decision”, he says still chuckling.

You stare at him, anger burning in your eyes before you break out into laughter as well. You need it right now, your heart feels too heavy and laughing with him had always helped you rid yourself of some emotional weight.

You hide your smiling mouth behind your hand giggling loudly before looking at him. He can feel your eyes on him making his head snap into your direction to smile back at you. Suddenly his smile fades at the same time than yours does. His eyes race between yours, your own staring into his. They are still the same beautiful chocolate brown you remember them to be.

This feels weirdly comfortable right now. It shouldn’t feel like that.

He clears his throat before looking back at the road. But you can’t stop looking at him, your eyes wandering from his shoulders over his arms before landing on his hands. He is clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles already turning white. Does he feel as nervous as you do right now?

“I shouldn’t look at you too much or else I’ll accidentally drive my car into a street lamp or something”, he says before laughing awkwardly.

You hum letting your eyes wander from his hands back to his face. His hair had gotten longer in the months you had spent apart. It suits him, makes him appear mysterious. You quickly look away. What are you thinking about right now?

“How are you Y/N? I have talked enough about me right now. Are you well?” he asks all of a sudden, surprising you. You send him a quick glance.

“Yeah I’m good, a little stressed out with work, but that’s not new”, you say nodding.

“That’s good to hear, I mean not the stressed out part but the other part”, he says making you chuckle.

“Yeah it’s okay though, I can handle it and what about you? Is everything okay at work?” you say. You don’t know why you try to keep the conversation going, maybe you just want to use this opportunity to see him one last time.

“Everything’s good, it got a lot quieter these days. We got two new dance teachers and I finally have some free time again. I don’t even have to go to work on Fridays anymore. It’s great I started to go to the gym because of it and I actually gained some muscles already”, he says padding his shoulder. He looks at you smiling awkwardly, “I don’t know why I just told you this, sorry this was unnecessary”, he says brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Don’t apologize I like listening to you”, you say regretting the words the moments they had left your lips. I like listening to you? Seriously? What are you trying to achieve here?

He looks at you clearly surprised by your reaction before smiling shyly.

“I’m glad you do”, he says before reaching out to take your hand into his. Your whole body freezes when he touches you, his hand burning your skin. You stare at your intertwined fingers swallowing loudly.

“I’m sorry I, that, force of habit”, he says quickly pulling away. The loss of contact makes your hand feel cold and you clench it into a tight fist.

“It’s okay, don’t , don’t worry”, you stutter hiding your shaking hands between your thighs.

Yep, getting into a car with him was definitely a bad idea. You pinch the skin of your hand as an attempt to distract yourself from your racing heart. Why is it so silent all of a sudden? Your cheeks grow hot. Did Hoseok turn on the heating right now or why did it get so hot inside all of sudden? You open your coat fanning air to your face.

Hoseok looks at you before opening the windows without saying anything. The moment the cold air hits your face you dare to take a breath again. Fresh air fills up your lungs but to your demise you still feel as hot as you did before. You look at your watch. You still have ten minutes until your work starts. You are surprised Hoseok had actually been faster than you would have been if you had taken the bus.

“We are nearly there don’t worry”, he says mistaking your nervous fidgeting for being scared that you might be late.

You look at him before nodding.

“Hmh”, you manage to get out before looking away again. You can spot your work building in the distance already. You are nearly there, everything will be over soon. Don’t worry.

“See I told you that you wouldn’t be late”, Hoseok says once the two of you had stopped in front of your company. You take your bag from the floor and put it onto your lap. You open the door before stopping and turning around to look at him.

“Thank you for driving me today, you were my savior”, you say offering him a smile.

“Don’t mention it, I am always happy to help you”, he says reciprocating your smile.

“See you again”, you say before throwing the door closed. You turn around before rushing up the three stairs to get to the big fountain. You don’t even realise the big smile that creeps up Hoseoks cheeks when your last words seep into his brain.

See you again.

He will see you again, just like he had hoped. He squeals loudly in the safety of his own car, excitedly shaking his hands in the air.

“Good morning Y/N how are you?” Taehyung greets you once he spots you, running up to you with a big smile on his face.

“Let’s get inside real quick”, you rush out, not bothering to stop in your tracks running to the front door.

He looks around, confused as to why you looked so scared right now until he spots Hoseoks car still parked on the side of the road. His eyes grow big, his mouth falling open. Hoseok raises his hand waving at Taehyung with a bright smile. Taehyung waves back, forcing a smile to his features. He must be dreaming right now. Did Hoseok actually wait for you in front of your work building and therefore you had to flee inside? Or wait. Did you actually drive to work with him?

Oh no.

He turns around running into the building to catch up with you. You are standing at the elevator panting hard whilst clutching your hands to your chest.

“Y/N what did you do?” he yells the moment he sees you. Your head snaps into his direction and he can already see your red cheeks from a distance. He quickens his steps and soon he is standing next to you staring down at you.

“I missed my bus and Hoseok randomly saw me and asked me if I needed a ride”, you manage to get out between your heavy breaths.

“Good job at avoiding him Y/N”, he says crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Hey, I don’t need you scolding me right now, I am already upset enough”, you say pressing your pointer finger into his chest. He takes a deep breath trying to contain his anger.

“Fine, I’ll try not to. What happened? Was it awkward?” he asks letting you step into the elevator before him.

“It was so awkward I actually wanted to disappear. And the worst part, it wasn’t him that made it awkward but my stupid thoughts”, you say rubbing your aching temples.

“Damn Y/N”, he says trying to come up with something that would help you calm down.

“Damn indeed. I’m so annoyed. Why did I have to miss my bus today of all days? It’s not like I have been confused enough already yesterday, nooo fade decides that I have to meet him today as well”, you groan leaning your head against Taehyungs chest.

He rests his hand on the back of your head, massaging your scalp and wraps his other arm around your waist.

“Hey it’s over now”, he whispers padding your back.

“I hope it is, I’m really not in the mood to see him again and make it even worse. It felt like so comfortable Taehyung, just sitting in the car with him and talking. We even held hands for a moment Taehyung. Hands okay?!” you say and Taehyungs eyes grow big.

“You did what?” he gasps and you groan.

“We held hands. It wasn’t on purpose; he kind of reached out and grabbed my hand because of how he called it ‘force of habit’.”

“Jeez, that, wow. Okay now I understand why you are so upset”, he says and you nod accidentally rubbing your concealer on his black turtleneck.

“I’m so upset I want to disappear”, you groan before stepping back from your friend. You send him a quick smile, “thanks for not being mad at me. I don’t think I could survive today if my best friend would be upset with me.”

“Don’t mention it, I’m here for you”, he smiles patting your back.

The elevator stops, announcing its arrival before the doors slowly open. The two of you step out at the same time, walking next to each other.

“Change of topic now before my mind explodes. Thanks for sending me the files I really appreciate it”, you say making Taehyung smile.

“See? I told you that I would send them to you the moment I get home. I hope you like them, I worked really hard on them”, he says holding the glass door open for you to slip through.

“I still need to check them out, but I am sure I do”, you say before the both of you stop in front of Taehyungs office.

He opens the door, leaning his hand on the door handle.

“Thank you. Tell me what you think of them later okay?” he says.

“I will. See you later Tae”, you say nodding.

“See you”, he says before turning around and walking into his office. You watch him close his door before you start to walk again.

Your office is only three rooms away from Taehyungs, so seeing him later probably means when the two of you decide that it is time for some coffee from the vending machine opposite of the elevators. You open your door and are greeted with Namjoon sitting in front of his computer with his eyebrows furrowed together.

“Good morning Namjoon”, you greet him and his head snaps up to look at you. He fixes the glasses on his nose smiling at you.

“Good morning Y/N”, he says before he averts his eyes back to his computer screen.

“You are early today”, you say sitting down on your desk and turning on your computer.

“Yeah I couldn’t sleep anymore, so I decided to just go to work and get some projects finished already”, he says with his eyes staring at the screen.

“Impressive”, you say making him chuckle.

“Thanks that’s my goal”, he says cracking you up.

The room falls silent after that, the both of you far too occupied with working on your projects. You normally would enjoy the silence, but today it is killing you. Your mind just can’t seem to concentrate on the work in front of, always reliving the moment with Hoseok. Did he actually wait for you to come to your bus stop or was it pure coincidence that he had spotted you? You blink trying your hardest to get your eyes focused on the graph before you. You lean back in your chair. Why did you feel so sad when he told that he had sold his shoes? It’s not like it should matter to you anymore. On the other hand it felt like he had sold your memories together, like he had wanted to forget them. You sigh rubbing your temples. Namjoon looks up at you, studying your face.

“Do you need some painkillers?” he asks mistaking your current for state for your having a headache.

“No thank you I don’t think a painkiller would help me right now”, you say shaking your head.

“Okay, if it gets worse you can always ask me”, he says before looking back at his computer screen. You smile at his nice gesture, using the opportunity of a calm mind to start working on your project.

But soon your mind starts racing with thoughts again. How does he know where you are working at now? You had been working somewhere different when you two broke up and you had never told him about your new job. You swallow, your heart racing in your chest. Did he stalk you?

“Hey are you sure you are okay? You are breathing rather loudly. Do you want me to get you some water?” Namjoon says now standing up and walking to your booth. You watch him with big eyes. He puts a hand on your forehead, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“You definitely don’t have a fever, your temperature feels normal”, he mumbles more to himself than to you before sitting on the edge of your desk, “What is it Y/N?” he asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

You shake your head, avoiding his eyes by staring at your lap.

“Nothing really, I just, I don’t feel that good” you say playing with the material of your dress.

“You want me to get you some water, some painkillers, something to eat? Just tell me”, he says and you can’t help but smile.

“No it’s okay I can get them myself I don’t want to interrupt your work flow”, you say scratching the back of your neck.

“You already did so it’s totally fine”, he says standing up to walk to the door. He opens it, turning around to look at you, “so what is it going to be water or food?” he asks.

“No Namjoon I’m really okay, believe me”, you insist but he just shakes his head.

“Alright, but would you still say yes if I asked you to go for some cafeteria coffee?” he asks nodding into the general direction of the cafeteria.

You sigh, standing up from your chair. Maybe this can actually shut your mind up for a bit.

“Sure why not”, you say making him smile. He steps out of your office with you following close by.

The cafeteria is at the ground floor and at this time of day, the two of you are the only one visiting it. Namjoon looks at the menu for a moment before turning to the man behind the counter.

“One black coffee please and one caramel macchiato please”, he says and the barista turns around with a nod of his head.

You look at Namjoon, impressed that he knows what you like. He smiles at you, his dimples appearing on his cheeks.

“I hope I didn’t speak for you too soon”, he says massaging his neck with an awkward smile on his face.

“No you didn’t I’m impressed you know me so well”, you assure him making him smile at you.

“Besides being your colleague I’m still your friend after all”, he says shrugging his shoulders.

He was right, next to Taehyung, him and Seokjin are the ones you had known for the longest. They had always been good friends of Hoseok and with time they had become your friends as well. So you were all the more happy when you found out that you were able to get a new job at the company him and Taehyung are working at.

“Thank you”, you say accepting the cup of coffee he is holding with a smile on your face.

“You are welcome”, he grins before taking a sip of his cup. He groans, pressing his eyes shut, “I always forget how hot the coffee here is”, he hisses sticking his tongue out to try and cool it down.

“They even write warning hot content on the lid”, you say and Namjoon sends you an annoyed glare.

“Well thank you Y/N I have never noticed that before”, he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry”, you giggle before taking a sip of your drink. It’s not as sweet as the one you had yesterday, but you like it nonetheless.

“Don’t worry”, Namjoon assures you holding the cafeteria door open for you. “Can I ask you now, what happened before?” he says watching your face.

You keep your eyes fixated on the elevators, shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s too complicated to explain at work, also too personal if I may add. All you have to know is that I am very confused today and I already apologize if I mess up today”, you tell him.

“I understand, if you ever want to talk about it we can always like meet up after work”, he says and you scoff.

“Tell me one day that you are free Joon, you are basically a workaholic”, you say making him raise his eyebrows at you.

“You think of me like that?” he gasps, stepping into the elevator which had arrived at this moment. You nod, pressing the button of your floor. “Wow okay I’m offended right now”, he scoffs shaking his head.

“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that”, you say feeling guilty all of a sudden.

“Don’t worry I’m not really mad”, he assures you with a wave of his hand, “and to prove to you that I am in fact not a workaholic I am going to invite you now. Do you maybe want to join me tomorrow at Seokjins place? You told me that you are always free on Friday evenings”, he says and you think about his offer for a moment.

He is right, you would be alone tomorrow evening and being alone means your thoughts would race with pictures of Hoseok. Nope, you definitely don’t want that to happen again.

“Sure why not, sounds like fun, I haven’t seen Seokjin in ages anyways”, you say nodding your head.

“Great I’m looking forward to it. Also don’t forget to wear some comfortable clothes, you are going to carry a lot of heavy boxes I can tell you that”, he says raising his finger.

“I will”, you tell him before sitting down on your chair. You had arrived at your office right at this moment and soon the both of you fall silent again.

The coffee had definitely helped you with clearing your mind for a bit, making working on your current project easier again. Soon lunch break comes and after some small-talk with Namjoon you are off to see Yoongi at the restaurant. Hopefully his presence can make your heart feel lighter again.

You rush up the streets from your bus stop to the location of the restaurant and when you turn the corner you can already see Yoongi waiting in front of the restaurant with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. You quicken your steps, calling out his name, waving you arm with a bright smile on your face. His head snaps into your direction his own face lighting up. He waves back at you, taking the last two steps to close the distance between the two of you.

“Hey handsome”, you say before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Hey princess”, he smiles kissing you once more, “I missed you. Why did you not answer my calls today? I wanted to ask you how you are doing and you ignored me”, he says pouting.

“I’m sorry I forgot my phone at home”, you apologize taking his hand into yours.

“Aaah, thank god I thought I did something to upset you”, he says chuckling out in relief.

“No don’t worry I was stressed in the morning that’s all”, you tell him squeezing his hand.

“Why were you stressed?” he asks looking at you with worry in his eyes.

I don’t know, maybe because my ex decided to drive me to work and I actually felt comfortable talking with him again.

“I kind of forgot the time in the morning”, you tell him instead to which he nods.

“That’s so typical you”, he chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder before opening the door to the restaurant.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you complain, playfully hitting his chest.

“You are always late, even now I had to wait for ten minutes”, he says to which you pout.

“Sorry I was looking at the trees whilst walking here”, you apologize remembering the occurrences from just a few minutes ago.

You had rushed from the bus stop to the restaurant but had stopped once you had seen the cheery blossom trees on your right. You had turned to them, watching them sway in the light breeze. Your legs had started walking on their own accord stopping underneath the same tree you had kissed Hoseok for the first time all those years ago. You had sighed, thinking to yourself what you had done in your past life to deserve to be forced onto this emotional rollercoaster. You had looked up, watching the pastel pink petals dance above your head whilst wishing for it to be over, for everything to return back to normal.

“You really like cherry blossom trees don’t you?” Yoongis questions rips you back to reality your head snapping into his direction.

“Yeah I guess I do”, you say forcing a smile to your face. You are going to be happy today, for Yoongis sake. He doesn’t deserve you forcing your bad mood onto him.

“Good to know”, he says, not noticing your fake smile too immersed with the menu the waitress had brought right this moment.

Your eyes snap to the menu, reading it over and over again until you decide to go for some simple pasta. You aren’t really in the mood for anything big and special today, all you wanted to do was to eat so you wouldn’t faint later on. Yoongi decides to go for some steak again, explaining that he had loved it so much the last time he just had to get it again.

“So how is work going?” he asks, turning to you once you both had ordered your food.

“Good like always, I honestly don’t have a lot to report”, you say shrugging your shoulders. And here goes your resolution of not being grumpy.

“That’s good to hear”, Yoongi says studying your face for a moment. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, “if everything is okay, why do you look so down today?”

You look up, shrugging your shoulders before lowering your head again.

“I don’t really know”, you lie. Truth is, you had hoped that meeting Yoongi would cheer you up, but all it did was make you feel guilty about talking with Hoseok in the morning.

“When you feel like you are ready, you can tell me I’m always here to listen”, Yoongi says reaching over the table to gently stroke the skin of your arm.

“I appreciate it thank you”, you smile, feeling weirdly lighter eventhough you hadn’t even told him about your worries yet.

“By the way baby, what are your plans for the weekend?” Yoongi asks, giving your arm one last squeeze before leaning back in his chair.

“For the weekend? Well, uuhm, tomorrow I’m going to help Seokjin move into Jungkook’s place and I don’t really have anything planned on Saturday and Sunday. Why?”

“Just curious”, Yoongi says shrugging his shoulders.

You study his face for a moment, trying to figure out what he had meant by that.

“By the way, why did I not know about Seokjin moving?” Yoongi asks pouting. You laugh, shrugging your shoulders.

“I didn’t know either if it wasn’t for Namjoon inviting me to help them tomorrow”, you say playing with the napkin on the table.

“Tzzt”, he scoffs shaking his head, “I’m gonna tell Seokjin how bad of a friend he is. If I had known that he is going to move tomorrow I would have taken a day off to help as well”, he shrugs his shoulder, taking a sip of his water which had arrived right this moment, “Oh, well guess I just have to sit on my comfortable chair all day now and I just not have to carry heavy boxes”, he says making you roll your eyes.

“Quit being so dramatic baby, Seokjin probably just forgot to tell you”, you say, watching the waiter carry your food to your table.

“I still like to be invited to things you know”, he pouts, his eyes staring at the steak in front of him.

“I know baby, I’ll scold Seokjin in your name tomorrow okay?” you say making him smile.

He nods, looking satisfied. Both of you turn you attention to the food afterwards. It didn’t taste as good as it did yesterday, as a matter of fact you hated it today it made you feel nauseous. You force every fork full of food down your throat, wishing that the plate would be empty already. But not finishing everything would mean that Yoongi would begin to worry and you don’t want him to question you about it. So you force yourself to eat your food as well as your dessert and the cup of coffee Yoongi had so kindly ordered for you.

“It was delicious as always”, Yoongi grins after taking the last bite of his chocolate cake. You nod, forcing a smile to your lips.

“It was I loved it a lot”, you say, concentrating your hardest as to not throw up.

Yoongi stands up, rounding the table to pull the chair out for you. You stand up thanking him with a small smile before accepting the coat he is offering you with an outstretched arm. He takes your hand afterwards, leading you down the stairs and out of the restaurant only stopping once you had arrived at the bus stop. He turns to you, pulling you close to his body making you gasp. He cups your face in his hands forcing you to look up at him.

“You are going to get through your hardships Y/N. I believe in you”, Yoongi says, pressing a longing kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fall closed, your fingers finding their way to his chest, “I don’t know what burdens you today but just know that I love you very much”, he adds, hugging you against his body.

You inhale his scent, clutching onto the material of his jacket. Despite the cold wind blowing around you, you feel warm and you smile.

“I love you too Yoongi”, you mumble hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Also don’t try to force yourself to eat, I don’t want you to throw up and feel even more miserable”, he says and your eyes snap open.

“How?”

“I know when you are actually enjoying your food and when you are trying to keep up a façade just so I wouldn’t worry”, he says caressing your back, “It’s okay I won’t force you to tell me what worries you”, he whispers pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Thank you so much for being so understanding”, you say, blinking away the tears which are threatening to spill.

“Of course princess”, he says pressing one last kiss to your cheek before stepping away from you. He points to the bus, which had arrived at this moment, looking sad.

“I have to go now, I’ll see you tomorrow at lunch”, he says walking to the opened front door of the bus. He turns around, raising his fist, “Fighting baby!”

“Fighting baby I love you”, you yell after him, waving furiously.

“Love you too”, he says before finally stepping onto the bus and sitting down on an unoccupied seat. He rests his head on the window, staring at nothing, clearly lost in his own thoughts.

You watch him drive off, smiling brightly. He did manage to make you feel better after all. You giggle, leaning your back to the railing of the bridge, watching the traffic pass by. Soon your bus arrives and you get onto it, sitting down on the first empty seat.

You are working better in the afternoon, your mind only racing with sweet pictures of Yoongi. You manage to check out Taehyungs work, which leaves you thoroughly impressed. He had done an amazing job.

Friday turns out to be the same than your every other work day. You wake up before your alarm, you water your plants before writing Yoongi a good morning text and eat breakfast. You manage to catch your bus this time and greet Taehyung, who was waiting for you at the fountain with a bright smile. Just like always you have a quick small talk with Namjoon before you both fall silent and work on your projects. You meet Yoongi for lunch as always and this time you are laughing the whole time feeling happy again. And after finishing your afternoon shift and some small talk with Taehyung outside the building you are off into the weekend.

You arrive at your apartment thirty minutes before you have to leave again, which gives you enough time for a quick afternoon snacks. You pull out your red jogging suit and a white t-shirt from your wardrobe before slipping out of your skirt and blouse. At least you don’t have to keep wearing this terribly tight skirt anymore. You sigh rubbing your stomach, which was now able to relax again before slipping into your sweats and t-shirt. You put the jacket on and bind your hair up into a ponytail. So that’s it, now you are ready to carry boxes.

You decide on eating a banana and drinking some apple-raspberry smoothie before you have to get out of the door again. The banana is already starting to brown, but you couldn’t care less taking big bites of it. You are hungry and you need the energy for later. The smoothie is sweeter than you had thought it to be and after reading the label you know why. You sigh, great there is sugar right at the second place of the ingredients, so much for it being a ‘healthy smoothie’. You take the last two sips of the overly-sweet beverage before throwing it into the bin and walking to your front door. You have ten minutes to get to the bus stop and with the sneakers you are putting on you are actually able to do it this time.

Seokjin’s old apartment is located opposite of the Han River and the drive takes you around forty minutes. You can already spot Namjoon waiting at the bus stop, a book in his hand and his glasses dangerously low on his nose.

“Hey did you wait long already?” you greet him, running up to him.

He raises his head from the book, a smile forming on his face.

“Hey Y/N. No it’s okay I kept myself entertained”, he says waving the closed book in the air.

“What are you reading?” you ask trying to get a glimpse of the cover.

“Runaway Horses by Yukio Mishima, it’s a really great book”, he says showing you the cover.

“Everything’s written in Japanese”, you pout after realising that you can’t read a single letter on the cover.

He nods, stuffing the soft cover book into his coat pocket. You start to walk, both of you looking at the grey apartment complex appearing in front of you.

“Yeah, I try to study Japanese these days, it’s actually really easy once you have gotten the hang of it”, he says shrugging his shoulders.

“Easy for you, you mean. Only you can learn these many characters in such a short period of time.”

“I’m flattered I guess”, he says smiling shyly, “if you ever need a teacher I am happy to help.”

“Ah, no thank you I think I’ll pass, I’m far too busy with work already”, you say dismissing him with a wave of your hand.

“Fine suit yourself”, he says shrugging his shoulders.

You press the door bell of Seokjins apartment, waiting until you can hear a faint crack through the speakers.

“Hello?” you hear Seokjins voice.

“Hey man it’s Y/N and me, open up”, Namjoon says.

“Sure, wait a minute”, Seokjin says before you can hear the buzz of the front door.

You press the door open, leaning your back against it, so it wouldn’t fall closed again.

“Did it work?” Seokjin asks and you can hear another buzz from the door.

“It did, we’ll be coming up now”, Namjoon says.

“Okay”, Seokjin says before you can hear another crack.

“Let’s go”, you say holding the door open for Namjoon to step through.

Seokjin is already standing in the frame of his door with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweaters, when you and Namjoon arrive at the last step. You wave at your friend whilst panting hard from having to walk up two stories.

“Hi guys I’m so happy that you came”, Seokjin smiles, welcoming you with spread arms. He hugs you first, patting your back before doing the same to Namjoon.

“Of course, if our friend needs help moving out of this shithole we will come”, you say making him chuckle.

“You can’t even imagine how happy I am that I can finally leave this place. Please come inside”, he says stepping out of the doorframe to let you into his apartment, “you can keep your shoes on, honestly as dirty as everything is, some dirty shoe tracks is the least of my problems. I mean it guys, you can’t even imagine how dirty everything became lately. Just before you came I found three new moldy spots in the bathroom”, he tells you, pointing at the opened bathroom door.

“Jeez, thank god you are out of this place now. Mold is so dangerous”, you say starring at the greying walls.

“I know, I think I’ve already gotten sick because of it. My eyes don’t stop watering and since three days I have this very painful cough”, he says touching his chest.

“Yo bro I think you should go see a doctor. That sounds serious”, Namjoon says, staring at Seokjin with worried eyes.

“I will don’t worry, after I have moved into my new place”, Seokjin says before kneeling down on the floor of his living room area.

“I hope so or I’ll personally drag you to one. What should we do?” you say kneeling next to him. He looks at you before pointing at the boxes next to his bed.

“I’ll try to disassemble my coffee table and carry it to the moving van Jungkook said he’ll arrive with in ten minutes and Namjoon could you try to carry my bedside table and the lamp down?” Seokjin tells you.

Namjoon nods, storming to the bedside table and grabbing it before grunting loudly. Seokjin watches Namjoon struggle with the table for a few moment before looking back at you.

“And could you put all of my skincare and beauty supplies in the plastic container in the bathroom? Here you can have my mask in the mean time”, he says handing you the grey face mask. You accept it, pulling it over your face and jump to your feet.

“You can count on me”, you tell him before storming off into the bathroom.

“Oh and after that, could you sort my kitchen supplies into boxes as well?” Seokjin screams after you and you give him a thumbs up.

“Sure”, you say to which he mumbles a quiet thank you.

You open the mirrored bathroom cabinet, gasping at the great variety of Seokjins skincare products. You can spot everything from three different oil cleansers over to two foam cleansers and five different essences. For toners you counted two and for moisturizers he had apparently one for winter nights and one for winter morning as well as one for summer nights and one for summer mornings.

“I should step up my skincare game”, you whisper to yourself, throwing the variety of sunscreen bottles into the plastic container.

Soon his big collection of sheet masks and other bathroom products are getting thrown into the container and you finish everything of with a content sigh. That was a lot, you think to yourself pressing the lid closed before squatting down to try and lift it off the floor but failing miserably.

“Jesus fuck that’s heavy”, you groan holding your aching back.

Seokjins form appears in the doorframe, a worried look on his face.

“Don’t try and lift too heavy stuff, I don’t want you to get a broken back or something”, he says kneeling down and heaping up the heavy container with ease.

“Thank you bro”, you say watching him put the container in front of the bathroom door with his tongue sticking out.

“Don’t mention it, just tell me if you need help again I’m right here”, he says pointing at the small TV, “I’ll try to disassemble the TV stand next”, he explains to which you nod.

“Sure have fun, I’ll be in kitchen if you need me”, you tell him before turning around and walking to the kitchen era.

To your luck Seokjin was nice enough to actually put all of his kitchen supplies out of the cupboards already. He even had gone as far as to sort them by use, so putting them into boxes turns out to be a fairly easy process.

“Hey man how are you?” you can hear Seokjin say from the front door which makes you stop in your movements.

“Fine, traffic is literal shit today, but what else can you expect on a Friday evening”, you can hear Jungkooks voice which makes you storm to the front door as well.

“Hey Kookie”, you smile making his head snap into your direction.

“Oh, Y/N! I didn’t expect you to be here. Hello how are you?” he says bowing.

“I’m good thanks for asking”, you say bowing back at him.

“Where’s Namjoon by the way?” Seokjin says looking out of the door onto the empty corridor.

“Still downstairs, putting the furniture, which was already downstairs when we arrived, into the van”, Jungkook explains throwing his jacket carelessly onto the couch. He looks around Seokjins small apartment.

“What should I carry?” he asks, rolling his sleeves up exposing his arms.

“You can carry down the boxes full of bathroom supplies already and I’m nearly finished with the kitchen supplies box as well”, you tell him, pointing at the plastic container next to the bathroom door.

Jungkook nods, squatting down to grab the box before standing up grunting loudly.

“That’s heavier than expected”, he groans furrowing his eyebrows.

“Should I help you?” you ask, reaching out to grab the underside of the container. Jungkook shakes his head, turning his body away from you.

“Nope I’m okay don’t worry”, he says before trotting out of the apartment and down the stairs.

You look after him until he disappears and turn around to walk to the kitchen afterwards. You open the last empty box to put Seokjins mental pots and pans away before you can hear Seokjin call for you.

You storm into the living room, stopping next to Seokjin who is currently leaning over the TV.

“Can you maybe put all of my DVDs and games in a box?” he asks and you nod.

You kneel down next to him, opening an empty cardboard box to put all of his stuff into it.

“Oh besides I should tell you in Yoongis name that he is very hurt that you haven’t told him about you moving places”, you say making Seokjin look at you.

“He told you that?” he asks looking confused.

“Yep, he also said that if he knew about your plans he would have taken a day off to help”, you say making Seokjin scoff.

“As if he had helped. This man has a desire to carry heavy things like an old man has the desire to walk up steep hills”, Seokjin says shaking his head.

You laugh, agreeing with your friend with a nod of your head.

“No but in all seriousness, I haven’t seen him for two weeks now, so I didn’t even have an opportunity to talk to him. Can you tell him that I’m sorry?” he says to which you nod.

“I’ll tell him that”, you say throwing the last of his playstation games into the box. You stand up, taking the box into your hands, “I’ll carry this down and help Namjoon with getting everything into the truck. Or do you still need me upstairs?” you say, stopping at the doorframe to look at Seokjin.

He shakes his head, taking the small TV into his hands before walking up to you.

“It’s just heavy stuff up here, so I think you would be more useful downstairs”, he says following you out of his apartment and down the stairs.

When you and Seokjin arrive at the moving van, Jungkook and Namjoon are carrying Seokjins work desk to the moving van, both of them grunting in exhaustion. With the help of Seokjin, who had put down the TV to storm to his friends, they are able to heave it onto the van. Jungkook and Seokjin walk up to Seokjins apartment afterwards leaving you alone with Namjoon. Soon everything is stored in the big van and they four of you are off to Jungkooks apartment.

With the very much needed elevator in Jungkooks apartment complex you are much faster with carrying everything upstairs and storing it in Seokjins room. So after two more hours of carrying boxes and furniture you are finally finished.

“That was faster than expected”, you say taking a sip of the beer Jungkook had offered you as an after-work-reward.

“It really was thank god for the holy elevator”, Jungkook says sitting down on one of his barstools.

“Honestly I think I would have gone home if I had to carry the heavy ass work desk for seven flights”, Namjoon says making you laugh.

“I wouldn’t even have been mad at you”, Seokjin chuckles opening a second can of beer.

“Do you guys maybe wanna stay for some pizza or something?” Jungkook asks to which both you and Namjoon shake your heads.

“I would love to, but I exhausted and I honestly just want to go to bed already”, you tell them.

“And I still have to finish a project that I couldn’t finish at work today”, Namjoon says making all of you roll your eyes at him.

“You are such a workaholic man”, Seokjin says earning an angry look from Namjoon.

“Stop saying that all of you, I’m not a workaholic I just can’t sleep if I haven’t finished everything that I wanted to this week”, Namjoon hisses crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Fine if you want us to believe that, just don’t forget to take breaks in between as well”, you tell him before taking the last sip of your beer and throwing the empty can into the bin.

“I will”, Namjoon mumbles following the rest of you to the front door.

“Thanks for helping me today, I really appreciate your hard work”, Seokjin says giving Namjoon and you a tight hug.

“Don’t mention it bro, we are always happy to help”, Namjoon smiles, patting his friend’s back.

“Besides it was fun”, you say raising your finger.

“It really was I loved hanging out with you guys again”, Jungkook says combing a fallen strand of hair out of his face.

“It was”, Namjoon says putting on his shoes and reaching for his coat afterwards, “thanks for the beer by the way it was delicious”, he adds before opening the front door. He stops, turning around on the corridor, “I’ll see you guys on Sunday!” he grins bowing at the rest of you before walking down the long corridor leaving you behind.

“Why does he never wait for me?” you groan struggling to put your shoes on.

“Cause he is a total slob and is probably in his own world again”, Seokjin scoffs making you laugh.

“Typical Joonie”, you laugh shaking your head.

“By the way, I nearly forgot. Hyung and I have a housewarming party on Sunday and we would really love it if you and Yoongi could come as well. We will have food as well as a nice variety of alcoholic beverages”, Jungkook says making you look up from your feet.

“Sure I would love to come, I’ll tell Yoongi tomorrow”, you say sending Jungkook a sweet smile.

“Great, I’m happy to hear that, I’ll count you two in then”, Seokjin says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yep count us in. Thanks for the invite guys”, you smile bowing at the two men.

“You are welcome. See you on Sunday then”, Jungkook grins bowing back at you.

“See you”, you say before turning around and walking down the long corridor to the elevators.

Now all you want to do is get home, take a hot shower and fall into bed afterwards!

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𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 현실판에

Chapter 2 - Tell Me Who You Who Am I

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Everything had settled into a peaceful routine that went on totally undisturbed for barely over three months since they started living together. That is until they got caught up in it again.

On a night like any other, Yunho had just hit the button to look for a match on the game he was currently hooked on at the time. He usually had a few nights per week for himself and he spent it doing just that, playing games to forget how tired college actually made him and everyone else in the whole building.

The pop up to accept the found match appeared the same time as his phone started ringing besides him on the bed, it was Hongjoong calling. He picked it up immediately bringing it to his ear, but he only heard the sound of the other hanging up on him. Weird. The screen lighted up on his hand showing a new text notification out of many many he had missed before, apparently his roommate had been blowing up his phone for a while.

He hit cancel on the game’s dialogue box that counted down incessantly still waiting for him.

8 p.m

joongie

dude anser me

its serious

finally

look i need you to come save me

8:01 p.m

you

wym

8:01 p.m

joongie

i don’t have much time to explain

cardinal at the mall

the one next to the museum we went last week

i tried running but this kid got lost

she said she lost her parents

was crying

i couldn’t leave her

now we’re hiding on the second floor

cuz everything is happening t the first floor

if i move she cries

very loudly

you gotta come help us idk what to do

if you come thru the stairs from the parking lot i think no one will see you

the cops aren’t here yet

please

8:01 p.m

you

got it

omw now

don’t move

8:01 p.m

joongie

couldn’t even if i wanted to

we’re not in a good spot

too close to the ledge

but i can see the stairs from here

joongie is now sharing his location

The way there felt like hours, when in reality it didn’t take more than ten minutes since the location was so close that he could run there by foot. Around the mall a commotion was starting to form with a few police cars and media vans setting up camp, but thankfully the place wasn’t sealed up yet as Yunho managed to sneaky in through a back entrance into the garage floor.

It was unsettling, for the first time in a while the fear creeping up around him was no one else’s but his own while walking around the empty the floor. Going through the door and up the stairs, that were clearly never used beyond emergency situations, only made him feel worse. The unnatural light and silence filled the all white space giving it a bad atmosphere.

Once he finally made to the second floor doorway he understood what Hongjoong meant by bad spot. The floor they were in cut off in a circular shape above the downstairs entrance hall with a small glass ledge to give a clear view of what each side had to offer. It didn’t work in their favor as the exit in which he stood was between storefronts making the only path besides the edge.

Yunho risked taking a peek beyond his hiding spot behind the shielding door. Downstairs

people stood filling the hall spaced out like an army formation waiting for orders, The Cardinal was easy to spot, dressed in a wine red velvet suit and sitting on a chair from a nail kiosk placed in front of his temporary minions. He looked inattentive scrolling through his phone. The other guy wasn’t anywhere in sight. Not good, Yunho thought.

In comparison to the missing invisible man, Hongjoong was easy to spot which was an even worse sign. If the villain downstairs did not continue with his back turned, he would be noticed right away. The small man hid away behind a plant pot, a small silhouette behind him barely visible as well, Yunho assumed that was the little girl he was trying to protect. They also were stuck in front of a sealed wall between storefronts.

Objectively thinking Yunho was there only to make sure they weren’t controlled, he couldn’t do much else protection wise. Would be so convenient if he just could teleport them out, but all they could do was rush to sneak away before that tall guy appeared. They couldn’t waste time. The other met his eyes and gave a nod with worry shaping his face.

Yunho tried rushing quietly towards one of the hallways by his side, which wasn’t easy with his huge body having to crouch while also trying to stay the farthest away from the exposing ledge as possible. Nonetheless he made it, not wasting time to stand straight and run further in, trailing through the maze of halls to make a covered path back to the other side in which his friend was waiting at.

The distance was short, but not simple as an obstacle appeared when he took a sharp turn and almost bumped into the until now missing sidekick. He cursed under his breath as he went back pressing himself against a wall close to the corner. He took a peek yet again waiting to see what direction the big guy went, but the man only continued to roam around for a while. As if he was looking for something. Again.

He turned his back and Yunho took the chance to take off towards the next hallway, expecting to circumvent him, but of course the phone in his pocket fell right at that moment. He stopped in his tracks practically as an instinct to try and save it, his shoes screeching against the floor so close from being out of a sight.

“Hey!” he heard a deep voice call out although he didn’t stop to get even more confirmation that he was now being chased. He ran at full speed not minding the noise he made anymore, trying to make distance between him and the loud footsteps that seemed to keep getting closer. Finally, he made it full circle and reached the edge again now close to his target.

He stopped where the hallways and the balcony met looking behind him for the first time. The tall man just now turned the corner with some distance between them that didn’t give him much time to reach Hongjoong and back.

“Run, go go go!” Yunho yelled at the his friend that was watching his disheveled arrival with alarmed eyes. It took the other only a small moment to register it, grab the kid and sprint forward, impressing Yunho a bit with his quick reflexes. The small girl cried loudly in his arms and he could be seen clearly from downstairs, but after how loud Yunho yelled their stealth mission had already been considered a fail anyways.

The man chasing him now already less than two meters away was ready to catch them, and Yunho didn’t really wanna wait to see whatever he was going to do with him when he did, so he lunged forward trying to push the other back enough to make an opening for himself to run as well. Unexpectedly he got grabbed and got himself pulled forward towards him.

Yunho clearly wasn’t a fighter, his long limbs more of a deterrent than a vantage in trying to get himself loose from his grasp. His opponent however had some experience and it wasn’t long till Yunho was being immobilised with his arms behind his back on the floor, the other holding him down.

He proud himself in at least putting up what he considered enough of a fight. That is until he looked up to see Hongjoong still standing there looking torn, lowering the kid down. Yunho cursed his idiot friend for not leaving him behind when he cleared told him to run, like this he would be caught for nothing.

The small man looked ready to get involved and start off the fight all over again but the tiny girl hugged into his leg yelling and weeping then, the big guy on top of Yunho focusing on her as well. For a second the world stopped, none of them knowing how to make their next move when a voice behind them robbed all of their attentions yet again.

"What do we have here?" asked The Cardinal himself now standing a few feet away watching the ordeal. His voice was pleasing to the ear, his head tilted slightly in curiosity and eyes almost gentle beneath the mask. If everything about him didn't impose a impression of superiority, or arrogance as the two civilians perceived it as, then you could almost believe he had good intentions as he eyed the child clinging to Hongjoong's leg.

Everyone was frozen in place as if paralysed by the sudden intrusion. Even the kid stopped her cries, the villain now going towards her.

"Don't move." He told the kid's current protector that started to protest.

"What's your name?" He asked crouching in front of the little girl that promptly bursted into tears as a response.

"Don't cry." He ordered her and she stopped, easy as that. "You have to calm down and be strong now, okay?" He continued in a less authoritarian tone, cooing over the girl like a parent.

"What's your name?" the villain tried, but the girl didn't speak.

"Answer me." Yunho could hear his impatience growing through his more commanding tone. His mind raced as he waited for the right moment, when his assailant was distracted just enough for him to move again.

"Haseul" the little girl let out, her voice a bit hoarse from crying so much.

"That's a pretty name. Is this your brother?" The villain's tone was now back to being soft at the child's forced compliance.

"No." The kid answered and the mask covering the villain's face moved as he furrowed his brows.

"Did you come here with him?" He tried a different route than just guessing their relation to one another.

"No."

"Who did you come here with?" the villain started a interrogation now, going back and forth with the little girl, trying to figure out what to do with her.

"With Mama."

"Do you know where she is?" he continued to ask softly.

"No"

"Okay." The villain let out a sigh at that. "Do you know where the toy store is downstairs? The one right by the entrance?"

"Yes"

"You're gonna take that elevator, press the button number 1, walk straight ahead to the toy store and sit down on the couch by the playpen, okay? Do you understand me?" the command back in his tone, he tried giving clear instructions that even a child could get.

"Yes."

"You'll forget you saw me and forget that this happen. I'll send your mom to find you soon, be a good girl and take a little nap while you wait. Now go." He finished and the girl went on towards the elevator, not crying anymore as the villain watched over her till she was already inside and the elevator moving.

"Now, first problem solved. What's next?" The Cardinal said turning towards them again. " I guess you were here trying to help that kid." He said slowly his indicator hitting Hongjoong chest.

"And you." Yunho thought he was now talking to him, but his eyes went past his. "Why am I seeing you right now?" He enunciated slowly again tilting his head.

"Uh…" the guy practically straddling Yunho didn't seem to have a answer ready for that so the villain moved on.

He put both his hands on either sides of Hongjoong's face, cupping his cheeks and looking into his eyes as he starts his orders for the shorter man.

"Go downstairs, stand by the other people and wait for my next order. Understood?" He always spoke in a steady slow tone, coating every word with what Yunho could feel as his power manifesting.

While The Cardinal's power didn't affect him personally, it still reach and manifested all around him and it felt almost like what he would experience as an emotion. It left his mouth with an unpleasant feeling as if he had taken a spoonful of honey, thick and hard to swallow, a faint taste of wine made him feel light and his head felt full of cotton. His perception slowed down as if he was underwater for the few seconds the sound was resonating in the air, although he wasn’t really bound by any real weight he didn't trust himself to be sharp or precise with his moves while hearing it.

Hongjoong didn't answer immediately, his shoulders trembling slightly. He was seething with anger and Yunho imagined that at that moment he must’ve been trying his best to resist the enchantment. The people that were being controlled didn't give off any emotion, their auras a dull weak grey and Yunho could only assume that meant they were fully numb during the influence.

He had to do something fast before his friend went away, what would happen to Yunho when they realise he can't take his orders? Was his acting skill good enough to pretend he did? The fact that the big guy wasn't invisible already messed up his credibility. His thoughts raced as he tried to think of a way out of this situation.

"Answer me. Do you understand?" The villain's tone was harsher and more commanding this time, even more heavily coated with power.

It was almost pitiful seeing his friend's fingers curl up into fists as he tried his best to oppose his orders. Yunho knew how awfully the feeling of being controlled affected the other, the helplessness of the past incidents already developed in the form of a trauma in his mind.

He felt the pressure over him give in just slightly, his opponent either tired or distracted, and that was enough for him to push his weight up,not wasting any time in trying to spring towards his friend.

It wasn't even funny how he immediately got pushed down again only being able to free one arm that he stretched out pathetically as if he could reach the other. If only he got a bit further. But he couldn't, he was too far away. Tears formed in his eyes out of frustration, feeling the helplessness himself now.

The Cardinal didn't even flinch at his sudden outburst, still focused on Hongjoong.

"Yes, I understand." Yunho whimpered at how low and weak Hongjoong's voice sounded as he answered, feeling like he just got punched in the stomach.

He came here to save Hongjoong and if only he hadn't screwed up they wouldn't be going through this. If only he could touch Hongjoong for just a second. If only his outstretched arm could reach him. If only his power wasn't bound to him, he would gladly give it to Hongjoong that would use it for so much better.

As tears overflowed and his desperation only rose, he trashed under the weight of the villain's sidekick focusing on these ifs and his own power. He could feel his power surging in his hand, something Yunho had never noticed before. It coursed through his body, running up his arm until it reached and accumulated in his fingertips, his digitals feeling hot almost burning.

If only it could go beyond himself and reach Hongjoong.

But the short man's back already started to distance himself from his blurred vision, taking his first steps away from the whole ordeal.

"Second problem solved." The Cardinal now had his attention to the teary Yunho on the floor and he could only feel embarrassed at himself being seen in such a state.

His piercing eyes held curiosity as he inspect his prisoner's face in silence.

"Now what do I do with you?" The villain mused out loud. "So many questions, so little time." He held a hand to his own cheek deep in thought, gaze still focused on his prey.

Suddenly The Cardinal fell backwards, pulled with force by the back of his shirt’s collar and not being able to regain his balance. His companion reflexively moved to help forgetting about the trapped boy beneath him. Yunho took his chance again to push him away with his own weight again, this time a pair of hands helping him by pulling their opponent as he pushed.

Free from their grasps, Yunho now ran forward taking several moments to process that it was Hongjoong that opened this breach, the other running by his side. They made their escape before the villainous duo could recover and chase after them.

✧

The next few days Yunho mused over the happenings that lead to their escape. Hongjoong felt a miracle woke him up, sure that his willpower to resist had already completely ran out by then. Yunho tried focusing on his power often trying to replicate that surge he felt.

He always thought of his own power as a passive skill. He didn't need to do anything to activate it, it was always on. Now that he knew how it felt he tried to really feel it as an entity rather than just a concept. It was like breathing or blinking, imperceptible unless you put thought into it.

It flowed through him warmly giving him the impression of what it would be like to feel your own blood circulation. He concentrated it in his hand and, without the stress and threats around him, he could feel it dissipating outwards as if heat was coming off of him.

Although he never wanted this power, he not once thought about turning it off. Now he tried to do exactly that and meditate the power to stop and flow out of his system with his mind. It worked while he kept his eyes closed, the constant invading silhouettes of colorful lights not appearing in the dark of his eyelids like before. It was short lived ending as soon as he opened his eyes.

The moments of peace would be welcome as he went through crowds or heated arguments in class if not so fleeting. He sighed, unable to escape the overwhelming amount of feelings surrounding him constantly.

As time continues to fly by, he practices it without a certain objective, just the flow of it. One day The Cardinal appears on TV and his sidekick is clearly plastered across the whole frame. It sparks an idea in his head.

Hongjoong jumps from the couch turn to him.

"It's him! It's that invisible guy! Is he not hiding anymore? Why aren't they talking about him?" He exclaimed as he walked to Yunho's side at his desk.

Yunho was focusing his power to flow towards Hongjoong. This time he could feel a thread of energy connecting them, unlike the sloppy burst of power that was all over the place last time he tried using it on him.

"Ah!" The taller boy was about to tell him about his findings when he felt the ring in his hand break apart and fall down.

"Oh, he became invisible again." His friend commented in confusion as he bent down to pick up the remaining of his busted ring.

The ring was lowkey important to him which kinda sucked, but he was more curious about why it broke unprompted. The pieces felt powdery and fragile in his fingers and he smashed the rest without much effort.

Had his power done that? Had it gone through the ring? Perhaps this was proof that it indeed took a physical form. Could he maybe capture it?

If it was energy similar to heat he was out of luck on something permanent, but it was a start. Yunho looked at the tv still showing his opponent from last week and he turn to Hongjoong that now stared at him worried.

"Hey, do you have a ring that you can lend me?"

"That would fit on your fingers? Probably not." He answered, mock on his tone.

"No, just get me a ring that you don't like that much. I wanna try something real quick." He insisted rolling his eyes.

As expected of his fashionable roommate, Hongjoong grabbed from a drawer a transparent box full of rings separated into tiny slots and brought out a few he wasn't too fond off.

Yunho grabbed one that looked more cheap and held it with a closed fist while trying to imagine the energy concentrating into it. A few moments passed before he let it go, not really knowing what to expect or when to stop.

"Put it on." He said while handing the ring back to the shorter boy.

"Why? What did you do?" He looked skeptical, but was already positioning the ring on his finger as he spoke.

Yunho immediately knew it worked because from the moment the other touched the ring he couldn't see his aura anymore. There was no dancing lights surrounding him, no worry or confusion or pent up stress or any other emotion filling up the air that Yunho breathed and weighted down on his shoulders. Only his own. That were ecstatic right now.

"Why are you smiling like this? You're start to creep me out a little." The older asked with caution, confused.

"Joongie, look at the tv."

"That guy again! Wha- ah, is it the ring?" Yunho nodded at him, a smile on his face. "Yunho that's amazing! Now we're safe, The Cardinal can't control us anymore!" His roommate exclaimed with a smile on his face and Yunho felt fond of the way he said ‘we’ even though Yunho already couldn’t be controlled.

As he said those words, he grabbed onto Yunho's shoulder in excitement and the ring fell with the sudden movement. A quick look confirmed it was broken, it's texture weak and crumbling without much pressure.

"I'm pretty sure that ring was pretty sturdy before you touched it. You kinda own me a new ring now." He pointed out, his excitement dwindling a bit. "But you can just do it again, right?"

"That's why I told you to get one you didn't really like. I can do it again, but I'm afraid it'll just end up in the same way. It might still take a while to perfect it, but I already have a few ideas on what to do next to improve it." Yunho said, mind racing with the possibilities of it. Now he wouldn’t have anymore risk of getting caught up in this incidents involving the villain and neither would Hongjoong. That made him feel tons lighter, even more thinking about the break he would get from his friend’s overwhelming feelings.

"That's great already." Hongjoong continued with a mischievous look. "With that we can finally stick it to that arrogant prick."

"I mean, it would be nice if we just never saw him in person again. Even if the ring was unbreakable it wouldn't protect you from getting beat up, you know." He interjected, frowning at the other eagerness to affront The Cardinal.

"Yeah, I guess so." He quiet down after that, deep in thought and Yunho again wished he could turn his power off on his own, guessing what the other was thinking by his feeling.

He wanted to protect Hongjoong, but now he worried he might be opening him a path into even more trouble.

✧

The next few days, Yunho waited. Some of his classes were soon gonna move to the lab for more practical classes and an excuse to enter the labs was exactly what he needed. Until then he could just focus on his normal life and deflect Hongjoong’s nagging.

The older one now used a few accessories Yunho had “enchanted” as he called it. Yunho didn’t particularly felt that was the right word for what he was doing, but he still couldn’t describe it better. Metal seemed to work best, so maybe it could be considered forging.

That had also given some better perspective on the items lifetime, when Hongjoong used it out of his view it lasted with no problems whereas around him everything wore off quickly. It probably had to do with actively repealing Yunho’s power which wasn’t a good sign if it was supposed to be used against the villains that seemed to have way more aggressive powers than him.

As much as his roommate wanted to be protected, he was clearly getting tired of losing his accessories to his experiments. Yet Yunho pushed him to keep using them around him, summing up some lames excuses to just have a break from feeling way too intense emotions that weren’t his.

Yunho made that much effort to live alone before for a reason. Feeling everyone else’s feelings twenty four seven was exhausting and Hongjoong in special was a constant rollercoaster of emotion. The other just always felt so intensely all the time, it didn’t give him a break.

Usually the power holder could identify two or three types of people when it came to this. The most common were the people that lived mildly just going step by step, emotion by emotion not bothering him much.

Then there were people that were moved by reacting, feelings constantly activated and affected by their surroundings, living bound by their own perception of others. He could tell this type easily by how often he’d feel worry and relief from them, the clear anxiety keeping him on edge, but overall they were easy to get used to and he knew how to deal with them well, showering them with validation gave him great payback.

And then there was the type of people like Hongjoong that were just actively feeling all the time, regardless of anything else and laced with confidence in his own self. He just had a fire in him that didn’t dwell down, opinionated and vocal about everything he was involved in.

And Yunho felt that fire, he felt Hongjoong’s usual distraught at the news and his excitement while he worked on reforming clothes to his style and his huge satisfaction when his intuition was right and how inquiet he got when him or one of their friends was going through a down phase that had nothing to do with him and the boy couldn’t help.

It was just so strong and it never stopped.

Yunho mused that the other was someone to look up to with the way he lived to the fullest even when they were just college students getting beat up by student life. A great motivator, you could just look at him and feel inspired which was great, but sometimes Yunho felt invaded.

As if everyone’s feeling was being pushed onto him so much that he couldn’t notice his own anymore. And he knew that sooner or later that’d explode on him if he wasn’t careful. He had learned the hard way that his feelings had to be tended to, as a kid it was hard to distinguish what were his emotions and what wasn’t when he was still not self aware.

Life is a pursuit of happiness, yet no one could feel happy all the time, right? But young Yunho had started to believe he could, if everyone around him was happy he could feel happy too even if he himself wasn’t. It wasn’t long till he grew up compressing his real feelings, pushing them away for better ones. Even if his weren’t half bad, so so was not enough when he could just feel pure joy from someone else.

The drop when he couldn’t brighten the mood around him would affect him more than it should. Being alone felt empty and numb. It took a long depressing time and a feel heartbreaking situations to understand what was wrong and he still couldn’t handle serious situations well.

Now having Hongjoong not filling up the room with his emotional presence he could breath and take a second to just feel in peace with himself.

✧

It was still one of those waiting days that Yunho saw his suspected lifelong nemesis again. He wasn’t expecting it at all and the thought of the situation still made him feel unsafe at his own living space as one day he opened the door to their room coming back from class and just saw the gigantic silhouette going out the window.

He might’ve thought it was an animal had the room given to them not been in the fifth floor. Looking at the direction it had come from, in Yunho’s bed laid an phone on top of his messy covers. Not any phone, his phone. The one he dropped around a week ago.

A single notification popped up as he turned on the screen, a message from an unknown number.

12:30 pm

unknown

Stay away from the cardinal or there will be consequences.

12:45 pm

you

don’t worry i don’t wanna anything to do with all this

12:46 pm

unknown

Good. We’ll be watching you so don’t even think about trying anything funny

The thought that they knew who he was and that now he was under surveillance was frightening, specially the fact that the guy had been there inside his room. Yunho didn’t really know how to react to that. At hindsight he should’ve told Hongjoong, it was also his room after all, however he didn’t wanna give the other even more reason to feel personally attacked by the villains.

He couldn’t get it out of his mind the rest of the day though, as the initial shock faded his own curiosity rose up. He didn’t want anything to do with it, but now that he had a contact to text, why not, he guessed.

14:57 pm

you

so you’re the invisible dude right

The typing indicator came up a few times, but after an hour Yunho wasn’t expecting an answer anymore.

17:33 pm

unknown

I gave you a warning, seriously it won’t end well for you Yunho.

Don’t contact me again

Okay, not really up for talking I guess… After that he dropped it, slightly creeped out from seeing the other calling him by name.

He didn’t want to be involved, but he was still curious about the invisible guy’s origin, because realistically it would be too much of a coincidence for him to be his brief childhood friend. Nonetheless, the thought persisted on his mind that there could be a chance that it was the same person he knew of and it had him intrigued beyond his usual caution.

Maybe it was his guilt conscience that had his interest peaked. He didn't like to dwell on his regrets, but his initial reaction of running away from that kid years ago was something he wished he hadn't done. At least not so lastingly, after all their powers may have been different, but their overall situation wasn't so much.

If anything Yunho might’ve been the privileged one for the first time in his life, for having such easy to hide powers. Both were scared to show their true selves and be rejected for being different, but Yunho could just pretend it wasn’t his case while the other most probably could not.

Powers like theirs didn’t come with an instruction manual, even now at twenty years of age he kept finding out new aspects to it still. To him the potential now felt unlimited as he learned more and more exciting things he could do with it, to control it, but that was a perspective of his adult self.

As a child they had no control over it, powers were like an involuntary act like blinking or breathing and the kid just didn’t know it was abnormal or ‘wrong’. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like growing up invisible, how the other must’ve struggled at being thrown into the world not even understanding his own self and already having to deal with the consequences of it.

And to top it all off, the only person that could see him shunned him away the moment they noticed he was like that. Yunho felt like trash thinking about it.

✧

Finally the lab days arrived, and Yunho had so much planned out already. At first he cursed having those chemistry classes, he was coursing a computer engineering degree and he didn’t think it was particularly useful to get the same generalised class as all other engineering courses, specially when he just wanted to write some code or explore game design.

It did pay off now tho, giving him enough insight to know what he was looking for and what to do with it. Sneaking in with his access code later on in the day, he swiftly took up a spot in front of a microscope and rushed to take out his research material out of his backpack, not wanting to stay there not even a moment more than necessary.

Switching two pieces of the same ring under the lenses, he analysed the difference closely. Yunho had been hoping he could identify what his power did to make them break so easily, and if he was lucky signs that his power had any physical form.

And lucky indeed he was, it seemed his power made the material structure more spaced out with little invisible to the eye grainy crystals forming in between any microscopical free space they found.

He tries forcing more of his power into it and that explained why things would become porous and dissolved like sand, with this tiny shards expanding into it until they overcame the original material.

That meant he could definitely make something more sturdy with better material. He’d have to study a lot of atomic structure and boring stuff like that and it made him groan at the thought of it but he was willing for the pay off.

Suddenly the door opened with a loud thud, interrupting his thoughts and almost giving him a heart attack.

“Hey, found anything useful?” The fashion major said making his way to Yunho without much discretion.

“Ah… you know, it’s rude to come in without knocking” Yunho ignored his question still grasping his chest and trying to recover from the jumpscare. His roommate laughed at the exaggerated reaction, stopping to sit down next to him. “I understand how this works better now, so soon I’ll make something durable and stop breaking your accessories.”

“That’s great, I was running out already. Care to explain what am I looking at?” Hongjoong asked a bit sarcastically as he leaned into his space to look at the microscope himself.

“Do you see those little clear dots? It’s probably my power, it grows till it takes too much space and makes the ring break.” The taller said towering over the other’s back to look too.

“I see” Hongjoong hummed. He sat back and watched Yunho gather the things he brought over back into his backpack. “So, I was thinking…”

By the other’s aura Yunho already knew whatever it was, it was trouble. The yellow hesitance swayed in his vision with sprinkles of orange and red fierce tones, fitting of Hongjoong’s ever so warm visual presence.

“I was thinking, if you can make it last, couldn’t you make something to stop The Cardinal as well? Maybe sprinkle some of those crystals on handcuffs or something? I know you said it was hard to approach him, but that was when I couldn’t see the other guy. And I’m not thaaat defenceless I’m sure I can put up a good fight if I can see my opponent.” Hongjoong went on, continuing to list reasons to convince Yunho that they could win with his power.

The younger was appalled at Hongjoong eagerness to take on both of the villains like this, but he’d be lying if he said that his curiosity wasn’t peaked at making a device that could stop The Cardinal’s power.

With his power taking physical form it was indeed possible, even if temporary. If he could make a device that rendered the other powerless for just a while…

Developing something like that presented itself as a puzzle way too stimulating for Yunho’s mind, already scheming what would it take to make it for real, what approach he should take that would be the most effective and he had to grip the table and stop himself for a moment before he fell into that rabbit hole.

“I just hate it, even if I get to be immune to his power I don’t think I can stand by as everyone else is dragged into it. Yunho, please you’ve got to help me. I understand the risk I’d be taking, I’m not dumb. Just give me something to fight with and I swear I won’t bother you about it again.” Hongjoong pleaded, and Yunho hated the feeling overwhelming him, pure, desperate and selfless.

“I think this will be a mistake, but if my best friend asks me like this how can I say no.” Yunho answered with a sigh giving in and Hongjoong smiled widely practically bouncing off his seat to hug the younger.

“ But ,” Yunho continued holding up a finger before the other got too excited. ”I really don’t want anything to do with this past this part. You can go play batman, but I refuse to be your Robin, okay? Consider me James, I’ll try and see if I can give you some equipment that works against them. After that you’re on your own, I refuse to go get my butt kicked with you.”

“And who said I’m getting my butt kicked?” Hongjoong retorted with a pout, but the corner of his mouth couldn’t contain his lasting smile. “I get it you don’t want to fight, that’s your choice and I respect that. You’ve already been doing more than enough by protecting me all this time with your powers, I’m thankful really.”

Yunho couldn’t help but smile too at the other words.

✧

Turns out building little prototypes for Hongjoong was way more fun than Yunho had predicted. The younger already had a natural hand with technology and his creativity combined with years of reading comic books filled his head with ideas not only of ways to apply his own power, but of plain weapons to help the other fight and capture the villain.

If The Cardinal was a supervillain then Hongjoong would have to be his antagonising superhero, and so that inspired the fashion major to work on an uniform to make himself easily recognisable, but also cover his identity.

Much of their enemy’s tactic fell on swaying the public’s mentality and the last thing Hongjoong wanted was to be publicly recognised by his little internet following. Standing up to the other was sure to earn him a spotlight over all types of media and he hoped it would work out in his favor, raise the moral of those that had been controlled before.

That being said his uniform wasn’t flashy or anything of the sort, just a very stylistic and accessorised black suit, followed by a mask and hat covering the lower half of his face and shadowing his eyes.

In a week he had it done, Yunho finishing some of his projects soon after, thanking the god’s for the college’s facilities offering so much for his course. It was truly amazing what you could do with a 3d printer plus some chips and cables.

Hongjoong was dressed up in his attire, showing off his designer skill to his friend in their room when Yunho presented him with his first set of gear.

“So I made these three items so far, they are still prototypes and need testing, but are ready to use already.” Yunho started dropping the tech on the table.”I’m making something more permanent to deal with their powers for good, but that might take a long time still.”

“Okay, walk me through it.” The new hero asked.

“So those earphones, I made them embedded with my power. I made them hollow inside so that the piece of rubber I added inside has space to expand well before it becomes too much. So it’s not like it’s unbreakable or anything, but they do have a trick to them to help you out in that case.” The technician started explaining, Hongjoong looking slightly lost, but understanding for the most part humming along.

“They are completely noise cancelling, all you hear will actually be filtered by a mic, that way if the duration runs out the mic breaks as well and you’ll hear nothing. It’ll be a pain, but it should be enough for you to make a escape without hearing The Cardinal’s voice.” He continued.

“Ah I see, you thought it out so thoroughly, I’m impressed.” Hongjoong stroke the other’s ego seeing how excited he looked talking about his creation, making him bashful to the the point of his ear reddening.

“Yeah, I mean, nothing I make can last forever so we’ve got to consider what to do when it breaks. I made this one rather easy to do maintenance with refills for the inside though so I would rather you didn’t let it get to that point. Also if you press the button here on the side it calls me. You know, for emergencies only.” He finished describing his most fond masterpiece.

“Got it” The older nodded. ”Next.”

“Okay, those gloves then. Easy to explain, they are basically a weak taser. Mainly to take care of the big guy, they give a nice stun for you to get past him. Just use it as a last case scenario trick up your sleeve since they don’t have much charge. I’m working on something better and long ranged, but maybe in the meantime you should actually go out and buy a taser.” Yunho explained, and Hongjoong hummed in response.

The older had mentioned not wanting to use any heavy weapons, taking the ethics of the heroic role seriously, and so Yunho was trying to accommodate his wishes, although it was hard to escalate the effectiveness without also escalating the pain.

“The last one is just a charm for you to put on in a bracelet or necklace to use in daily life. It’s easy to open and refill so you can use it around me as well.” Yunho explained handing him a little tiny star.

Hongjoong swirled the tiny sparkly item on the tip of his finger analysing it from every angle.

“It’s so pretty.” He mumbled, a soft smile falling on Yunho’s face. “You know, sometime you need to really explain to me why I should use it around you. We never talked about your power since we first met.” The smile in his face faded as fast as it came. “I just don’t want to make it harder for you, if you need me to use this there must be a reason, right?”

Yunho sighted at that, knowing the time to open up would come. He just never knew how to talk about serious things like that, his power specially.

“I just see and feel things in a different way and it can be overwhelming sometimes.” He answered not really wanting to get deeper into it.

“You know you can talk to me about it if you need to. I’ll try to understand whatever it is.” Hongjoong said softly leaving the tiny star on the desk, his emotions now noticeable again. The soft orange hue of his compassion warming Yunho up and breaking through his walls, just a little bit.

They had been rooming together for a while now, he might as well open up. He only hoped the other didn’t think he was praying onto his feelings, he was sure this should be a major privacy invasion. Not that he could do much about that.

“Have you ever heard of empaths?” He started off dreading it already.

“Like people that can understand other people’s feelings well?” The older turned back to him while taking the outer layer of his suit to put it away.

“Not quite, it’s not just understanding. I- I can feel it myself, the emotions of other people. In a very different way than normal people would feel them.” Yunho was hesitant to continue explaining, but Hongjoong waited patiently for it.

“With every sense I can feel it, I see auras and I feel it in the temperature, even in the smell in the air and in the taste on my tongue and sometimes I can even hear a ringing in my ear when it’s too strong. It’s tiring and invasive and I can’t really turn it off. That’s why it gives me a break if you use it.”

He ended spilling his secrets way too easily, glad to get it off his chest, barely stopping himself before saying how Hongjoong’s emotional was specially exhausting.

Hongjoong stretched a hand to touch his shoulder, looking at him with a soft expression in his face as he said his own thoughts.

“I see, that explains a few things. Yunho, I know it must be hard for you to open up about it, but I just want to let you know you can trust me. I won’t judge, I just want to help. So next time I hope you feel comfortable to tell me anything you’re struggling with earlier.”

Yunho hummed in response, a pout on his lips to hold back the teary sensation overcoming his face. The other seeming satisfied with his own speech and went away to change the rest of his clothes.

Hongjoong sometimes felt like a father figure to Yunho, already knowing his troubles before he even said anything, but waiting patiently for him to come to him for advice instead of intervening by himself.

And Yunho was glad for it, to have someone solid in his life that he could always rely on and fall back onto when he needed help or it all became too much, that didn’t push him too hard or demanded more than he could give.

He just wasn’t used to being vulnerable like that with someone else and it would take more than just a few months to reach a point where he would be comfortable venting out his inner struggles, specially after internalising it for so long.

✧

The first time Hongjoong actually went out to fight the villain came sooner than he expected and Yunho was a ball of nerves, yet he didn’t back down on his decision to not get caught up in it.

It was still early into the night as they saw the news, The Cardinal shouting into a megaphone from a varanda of a low building, stopping a whole avenue with just his voice.

His attacks seemed to follow a pattern now of growing in scale, installing fear in the citizens heart, continuing to record it through the wide web. It supplied them with a previous test of their equipment when he started a ig live a few days back, so now they were all set knowing the earphones worked.

He was getting greedy and his roommate that had been itching to just go there and punch him in the face got ready in record time, jumping through the window into the fire escape to not attract any attention to his suspicious outfit.

Since Yunho forged those little gadgets to help him out and he finished his own uniform, Hongjoong had been out “patrolling” as a “superhero” a few time. Yunho found it cringy to just think about it, but the other had a point that he needed to practice, both using the gadgets and porting himself like a vigilante, as well as fighting and being inconspicuous.

He managed to even catch a few petty thieves and drunk harassers on the street to his best friend surprise. It wasn’t that Yunho doubted Hongjoong, but he didn’t expect the other to own up to this persona so well.

In theory his part was to just be mindful of his phone in case Hongjoong fucked up too bad, otherwise he was supposed to be free of responsibility. That didn’t make him any less nervous and he knew he wouldn’t be able to calm down on his own, neither focus on anything else so he just made sure his phone was ringing as loud as it possibly could and took a couple of pills to sooth his anxiety and maybe rest his eyes a little bit.

He just couldn’t concentrate enough to do anything else after all. Not his smartest idea, he gets that, but they talked beforehand about not overdoing it too much on the first time and being cautious, so he just choose to trust that Hongjoong would have an ounce of common sense and not need him to intervene so early on.

Not even fifteen minutes later tho his phone rang, startling him and he groaned as he held it up, already mourning the fact that he would have to leave his comfy covers and go out in the cold weather.

The message on the screen wasn’t what he was first expecting though.

09:37 pm

unknown

Yunho I’m serious don’t get involved in this or you’ll regret it.

09:37 pm

you

im not involved

im literally in bed rn playing hearthstone on my phone

i could not be less involved even if i tried

09:38 pm

unknown

I’m not an idiot there’s no way this is not your friend right there

09:38 pm

you

it’s not him

i can testify we both here tucked in bed on our phones like good boys seriously

“Oh, really?” a deep voice sounded from his window and the frightened high pitched screech that came out of Yunho didn’t sound neither human nor manly as he almost feel out of bed jumping from surprise, his heart beating so fast he was sure it’d stop at any moments.

“You can’t lie to me, Yunho.” The invisible boy commented as he walked to the end of Yunho’s bed to face him.

“I wasn’t lying, I’m really not involved.“ Yunho said with a pout, bummed at both being caught in his lie and getting scared like that. He should be more seriously frightened, but for some reason he didn’t feel much more than just a few butterfly in his stomach, maybe the meds.

“What about your friend?” The other asked with an eyebrow raised, looking down on him.

“Ask him yourself, how am I supposed to know?” he looked away still pouting. The danger of the situation still not sinking in, although there was a feeling of vulnerability in him sitting up in his bed covered with his comforter up to his waist now.

The man in front of him let out a sight. He hesitated a second before making a move to seat there at the end of the bed. Yunho quickly moved his feet making space for him and suddenly the other didn’t look so intimidating now at his eye level, moonlight hitting his face in just the right angle to make Yunho feel some type of way even with the dark mask over his mouth. His eyes held a soft but distressed emotion that he couldn’t pinpoint.

“Look, your power… It may help you not be controlled or to see me, but that’s not enough. If you get in his way you will lose. I…” he started in a coaxing tone that Yunho wouldn’t expect someone that was supposed to be his enemy to talk in, but soon hesitated and looked away. “We don’t want any conflict.” he finished quietly.

“I’m sorry” the taller boy answered slowly, surprising even himself. Maybe it was the fact that he was embarrassingly sleepy for that early in the night, his brain hazily trying to catch up with the situation still, or maybe it was the gentle attitude and how pained the other looked at the prospect of Yunho pushing forward that made the words spill mindlessly from his lips.

Unfortunately that wasn’t the answer the other was expecting he noted as he saw him sigh again and get up.

“Wait” he called out as an impulse. The man looked back at him while he could only dumbly stare trying to form a coherent thought. “Have we met before?”

The stranger looked away for a moment then back at him mumbling a no before going through the window off into the night. Yunho was left to silently collect his thought and chastise himself for the dumb question.

For a second, he felt like he could recognise the boy from his memories. The invisible presence in his high school that sparked into his view once in a blue moon, but at this point he couldn’t say for sure if the boy in his memory and the man that had just left were really similar or if it was just him projecting one onto the other in an attempt to make sense of either of them.

It later felt like a wasted opportunity to let him walk away like that without asking anything useful. His brain was now filled with questions, most of them more about the man himself than the conflicting situation they currently found themselves in. His reluctance to fight in addition to the care his few words held intrigued him, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t even a bit attracted to the intruder in his sleepy stupor.

He would like to at least believe it to be a simple momentous acknowledgment of the other’s physical attributes rather than him being so naive that he’d catch a serious infatuation for any handsome caring stranger.

Sometimes you look at the tv and find the bad guy hot and that was just that, he told himself pushing the thought away.

Looking back at his phone a few texts from Hongjoong popped up at the screen informing of his success and that he was coming home soon. The newbie hero’s texts were filled with hurried details about how he managed to scare the villain away, bravados of how he’d catch him next time and praise for Yunho’s first set of gadgets.

Yunho only quickly scanned through them adding a curt answer at the end before laying back again to try and clear his thought filled head before the other arrived. He decided to keep his own villain encounter to himself.

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