#missy i dont know her last name either
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Coming back from the dead for Heartbreak High S2∘—✧₊
Freaking out crying sobbing smiling laughing!!!!!!!!!!
Breakdown of trailer and initial reactions:
Amerie and Malakai are FWBs (strangers-to-friends-to-lovers-to-friends-to-FWBs-to-lovers slow burn i see the vision)
New love interest for Amerie causing a love triangle (I would theorize it ending up as a throuple if only Malakai didn't say he was done with threesomes lol) (i prob wont want them to end up as a throuple tho. we'll see when we meet this guy)
Ant and Harper ???? (kinda into it idk. did yall see that part where she tackled him on the field? Ant will be into being dominated i swear to god. we've already had one love interest that made her feel small we dont need another. also ant would never)
Missy and Spider ???? (so many random pairings this season i love it. if you think about it tho who better to put spider in his fucking place than Missy? it could work it could work) (thank fuck amerie/spider aint happening lmao sorry to yalls stans)
"Amerie's an asshole" again (idk what it is but youll never make me hate her so im not even gonna waste time trying to figure it out)
Malakai and Darren ???? (that feels cursed idk im sorry. they are siblingS. do yall not remember "do u want something gay to wear?" "yes pls" ?? it's giving eldest child and baby bro. But also i think it mightve just been a trailer bait type of thing. we're never giving up on ca$h and the writers should know that)
Darren in their celibacy era (I have no faith in u girlie but i love u dw)
idk what's up with Quinni but im still gonna mention her because I MISS HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHH please don't get back together with Sasha
I am very here for Amerie/Malakai, Ant/Harper and generally having a deeper dive into Ant, Missy and Spider. I want to see an out and about Malakai, cutesy dates for all my ships, even more Quinni & Darren, and Harper's friendship dynamics w everyone in the group.
SO EXCITED !!!!
#heartbreak high#heartbreak high season 2#amerie wadia#malakai mitchell#darren rivers#quinni gallagher jones#harper mclean#ca$h piggott#ant i still dont know his last name#missy i dont know her last name either#amerie x malakai#harper x ant#missy x spider#ca$h x darren
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intro .. ~ 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑
basics 💜
🛸my name is milli, you can also call me para or zebub! (other names i like to be called are jecka, zi, seven, lar, twi, & gen)
🌿DID system, AuDHD, cancer survivor, ♐︎, ENG/ESP
👻my prns are irk/it/zir/chem/bot and i also use he/him
🪲ENTJ 1w9 SO Chol, 16yo
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`` . . . . `` hellooo! i am a furry artist & casual V-artist streamer but mostly on tumblr i just indulge in fandom stuff ✩ here i sometimes post my art, talk abt my comic & mostly just interact with other people... tl;dr i am a lurker more than a poster
im also a highschool dropout anddd studying to get a GED and get into an art college rn!
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Oh oh! Can we get some hedcanons about cherry adopting a girl who is around miya's age. Like how close would they be and how would others feel about her being his daughter now. Bonus points if uncel Joe and little missy mess with daddy blossom
Xoxo love your work so far, keep it up💙
➯ A/N: This was such an amazing request, I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy :)
Also, i started watching Your Lie in April today, and its AMAZING! So much more than what I was expecting
➯ With a daughter
➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki with a young daughter. Reki, Langa and co. are mentioned throughout!
➯ Warnings: none:)
Having a child had never crossed Kaoru’s mind before, but when Joe had teased him about how “you treat Carla better than you would a child!”, the idea kind of stuck with him. And so, he’d spent countless nights awake, wondering to himself if it was something he truly wanted?
He’d pass parks, seeing parents with spewing babies and toddlers throwing tantrums, wondering if he could actually put up with that? But as he passed the shops, he came across a mother and her daughter, who looked around 12. He watched them pass, a grin on the child’s face as she looked into her shopping bag, examining her haul for that day. And so it was settled
He wanted a baby girl he could spoil absolutely rotten
And the search for a child carried on, and this time instead of baby shops and websites, he was browsing the shelves of Claires and other tween clothing stores. It had only occurred to him over a bottle of wine with Joe, as they were discussing if Kaoru was truly ready for something like this. Instead of a crying baby or a messy toddler, he could simply adopt someone a bit older!
It made sense too. For a single parent, an older child seemed much more doable. Of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Joe was always telling him how he’d help out, yknow, if he actually went through with the damn thing.
Not to mention, the older you get, the more difficult it is to get adopted. Babies and young children will get adopted left right and centre, whereas the child he will take home will have been there for a while. Finally, they will have a place to call a home
He spent months trying to get the approval for adoption, and one fateful day he finally got the letter that yes he could go ahead and take one home. He was ecstatic, spending the next few days finding out the location of every orphanage around his area of Japan. He messaged every single one, asking when their next visiting day was
And so it was set: Kaoru would not rest until he had found his perfect little girl
He went through orphanage after orphanage, searching for someone he could call his own. However, none of the children were lighting that paternal flame inside him. It wasn’t their fault of course, they just didn’t click with him, staring at him any time he tried to talk to them. Visit after visit, he’d go to Joe’s, ready to tell him about his recent fail.
It wasn’t until Joe came up to him with a phone number, asking if he’d been to this particular orphanage yet. Apparently they had a few children aged 12 and up, and were available for visit that Saturday. And so there he was, packing a bag and getting ready to travel to the house. This time felt different, somehow. He could feel his palms sweat, as if he could sense he would take one of them home
When he finally made it to the house, he was a nervous wreck. The lady of the house let him in with a smile, telling him the children were in the backyard playing while she bounced a baby on her hip. Cherry winced as the baby gurgled at him, glad he opted for an older child
She led him outside, gesturing at the children who were sprinting around in the vast field, hiding behind trees and bushes. It was clear they were playing a game of hide and seek. He smiled as he scanned over them, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed one little girl sitting on the step, head in her lap while her shoulders gently shook with tears
He walked over to her, bending down with a soft smile. He didn’t know where this sudden calmness came from, but that was his last priority right now. A little gash sat on the girls knee, caked with blood as it trickled down her shin. He frowned, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe it. She jumped, wincing with shock from the fresh wave of pain, and surprise. Kaoru gently wiped at her knee once more before looking up at her to attempt a conversation
“Hello, is your knee alright?” She shook her head frantically, wiping a tear away from her face. A small breathy laugh escaped him as he watched the child stand, gesturing to her leg
“Nope, not at all. I think its broken, if you ask me. All cause of that stupid thing!” She threw her arm out, gesturing to a pink board Kaoru hadn’t noticed before. A skateboard.
That’s when Kaoru realised it: I want this one
Suddenly he felt a new sense of importance, like he had to make a good impression. He walked over to the board, tutting as he looked down at it. “This is what hurt you?” He looked at it with disdain as the little girl nodded her head violently. Kaoru could see how she hurt herself, the thing was massive, especially for someone her age. It looked around the size of a board he would use.
Grinning, he picked up the board. “Well, want to see something cool?” She watched in wonder as kaoru stood on it, pushing off and turning quickly, popping an ollie over a stray toy. The little girl jumped, throwing her arms up as she cheered Kaoru on. He finished with a flourish, coming back to stand beside her. “What did you think?” She was speechless, simply moving her hands, saying scattered “wows” and making various sound effects. Kaoru smiled, certain that he could teach her more.
When he realized visiting time was coming to a close, he proposed the idea to the girl, who’s name he had come to know was Lily: he’d come back next week, and he’d bring his board. He even promised to find her a smaller boar perfect for her to learn on, saying he knew a friend who could make her one. From there he would teach her the basics of skateboarding, even a couple of tricks once she got that down. She was delighted, bouncing up and down and declaring she couldn’t wait, all the energy of someone much younger than her. Kaoru found he couldn’t stop smiling himself either
He made his way back through the house, Lily skipping alongside him. He explained the plan to the Lady, that he would come back next week for another visit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the lady to request one final thing from her
“Make sure no one snatches her up from me while I’m gone, yeah?”
Needless to say a bottle of wine was opened at Joe’s that night in celebration of Lily, the potential daughter
And so the weeks turned into months, and Kaoru returned each week with his board and some sweets for her and the other children, teaching her everything she needed to know about skateboarding. After a month or so she could confidently ollie without bailing, and next time he visited she displayed it with delight, watching Kaoru’s face light up with pride.
She had taken a real liking to Kaoru, according to the Lady. She refused to pay any other visitors any notice, declaring they “simply weren’t Kaoru.” This is what finally made him realise that maybe it was time to ask if she’d like to live with him from now on, where she could practice with him every day.
When he asked her, Kaoru could’ve sworn he actually saw stars in her eyes. She simply lit up, throwing herself at Kaoru, tears streaming down her face as she shouted yes, of course she would. she wasn’t the only one crying, Kaoru could barely see from the tears in his own eyes, the lady dabbing at hers with a tissue
Once the paperwork was complete and Lily was his, he felt a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had packed her a new change of clothes the day he went to collect her, bringing Joe along with him for emotional support. Lily came flying at him the second he got out of his car, wrinkling her nose at Joe
“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Kaoru” she stuck her tongue out at him from over his shoulder while they both tried to convince her that no, they weren’t a couple, before she ran upstairs to get changed. Joe turned to Kaoru, an almost offended look on his face
“Why were you so adamant that we weren’t together??” “I dont need her worrying she’s going home to a Gorrila” “HEY”
Once they all got home, they threw a little party at Joe’s who had closed a little early specially for it. Kaoru didn’t let her out of his sight, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable with all the new people. Of course, it was only Joe, Shadow, Reki, Langa and Miya, all of whom she would meet eventually, but he still worried in case she got overwhelmed.
She made quick friends with Reki, who was ecstatic from the moment he realised she could skate. The two bonded over it, talking about tricks they’d learned, Reki shouting over at Kaoru because why hadn’t he taught him anything??
Miya was a bit standoffish at first, but when she saw the switch in his hand, the two were instantly bonding over who had better villagers in Animal Crossing, and who had passed more levels in Mario with three stars
As the months went on, Lily really settled into her new life in Okinawa, starting at school in Miyas class. The two were joined at the hip, Miya often coming home to Kaoru’s so they could practice together, or simply study and watch some movies. Reki constantly teased the shit out of the two, talking about how he heard “wedding bells”. This comment earned him a swift whack into the skull from Kaoru, warning him not to tease his little girl
Soon enough Kaoru was making her own skateboard with built-in Carla, who helped her skating improve insanely. As Kaoru said, she was definitely a chip off the old block. Langa and Reki would take her to the skate park with them, helping her land new tricks and would take videos of her to send to Kaoru
Shadow was like a chill uncle to her, bringing her flowers for her room and taking her out to get some clothes and ice cream. Joe was like an uncle too, but a much more untrustworthy one. Would he take her to the park, or would he take her to parts of downtown she definitely shouldn’t have been? Who knows, certainly not Kaoru...
Poor Kaoru can never get a minutes peace. Every second of the day she’s plotting something, waiting for him to let his guard down so she can pounce, scaring the shit out of him. When the others are around its 10x worse, all of them ganging up on him to pull pranks
As well as skateboarding, Kaoru tried to teach her how to do calligraphy. She ended up being awful, blotting the ink and smearing it with her hand. But hey, it was a fun art project that made it onto the fridge
At S, she was watched like a hawk. When Kaoru was competing,the others would be like her bodyguard, making sure no one got within 5 feet of her. She’d watch her dad with wonder, the look of awe never leaving her face since the first day she saw him skate. She can’t wait for the day she can compete, maybe even beating her own dad
The first time Lily called Kaoru “dad” was when he won a race, showing off some amazing skills and winning the insanely close match by a hair. He picked up his board, looking around for Lily. He saw her in the crowd, throwing her arms up and cheering “THATS MY DAD!! LOOK, RIGHT THERE, THATS MY DAD!” When she spotted him, a large grin spread across her face. “Nice job out there dad! You did amazing!! D’you think I can do that one day?”
Everyone was staring at her, she hadn’t even realised she had said anything out of the ordinary. Soon enough Kaoru was lunging at her, picking her up in a hug so she didn’t see the tears quickly forming on his face. With a smile he pulled away, his voice dripping with pride
“Of course you could. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?”
#sk∞#sk8 langa#sk8 reki#langa hasegawa#reki kyan#sk8 the infinity#kaoru sakurayashiki headcanons#sk8 kaoru#Kaoru Sakurayashiki#sk8 cherry blossom#cherry blossom#cherry blossom headcanons#kojiro nanjo#sk8 joe#miya chinen#sk8 Miya#sk8 fic#sk8 headcanons#sk8 the infinity headcanons#sk8 the infinity x reader
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Girl Talk (The Song of Sway Lake Fic)
A/N: The moment has finally arrived! The first official collab/crossover between myself and @miss-kittys-magical-library!
I’m really excited for how this came out, and how much fun we had writing it together. 😊
Word Count: 3127
Rating: T - mild language, brief mention of blood, discussion of violence
~The Papermill bookstore, Sway Lake~
Selina burst through the door of the bookstore. She almost doesn't wait for Jess to say hello or ask questions. Selina is overcome with adrenaline, the exhilaration of what she did. A giant smile spread across her lips. There's almost a dreamy look in her eyes.
She's covered in blood: her hands, her jeans, the bottom of her shirt. Selina held her hands like a surgeon so she didn't touch anything.
Jess’s mouth hung open while she pointed nervously towards the upstairs. Her friend knew where to find what she needed.
Selina comes out of the hot shower knowing Jess will be in the room waiting. She found clean clothes but stopped to study herself in the mirror. Somehow she felt like her body had changed somehow.
Selina caught a picture of her and Jess and held it up. How far they've come from the girls in the photo on her best friend’s dresser.
She glimpsed Jess in the mirror, a strange smirk on her face. Selina knew something was up. She handed the picture to her friend and spoke,
“Can you believe this was us?”
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There had been a time in life where Selina and Jess had told each other everything, no matter what. And yet somehow this summer, one of the most eventful in recent history, Jess hadn’t told her best friend anything. Anyone who had spent any time on the lake knew about tensions between the Sways and...basically everyone, but especially Selina’s mother and her relatives. And more than that, it had been kind of nice to have a good secret all to herself for a little while. But she missed her friend, and would have loved her advice on what to do about the boy who was quickly becoming someone important, and a problem for her heart.
She was just thinking about the other girl, wondering if she should call her after work, maybe suggest a bonfire or late night rowboat race like they used to have, when Selina burst through the door. Jess’s eyes fell to the blood first, and then rose quickly to Selina’s face and the expression that didn’t match the apparent situation at all.
A thousand questions raced through her mind as she pointed her best friend toward her bathroom (not that Selina didn’t know where it was by now) and made quick work of closing the shop. She didn’t seem hurt, so everything else could wait. While Selina washed herself clean, Jess dug for any clothes left behind the last time she had come for a visit, and failing that, any old shorts and t-shirt. She left them on top of the dresser and poked her head into the bathroom to gather the discarded bloody garments and throw them into the wash.
Selina was standing in the bedroom, studying herself in the mirror when Jess returned, and for a moment she wondered, again, if her friend was injured.
“Can you believe this was us, what?”
Selina laughed, “These girls. We’re just girls here trying to be grown women. I sort of treated you like I did Sunny.”
She waited for Jess to maybe bristle or tense up at his name. “I marched on to the beach, saw the first girl my age who had SOMETHING in common with me, and declared you mine. We aren't little girls anymore.”
There was a bittersweetness in her voice. Selina didn't even care that she was naked.
Jess laughed. She remembered that day, meeting Selina after escaping her siblings in search of a moment of peace and quiet, far from what actually found her instead. But they had got on so quickly she'd forgotten to be angry about it.
"No, we really aren't," she agreed with a tinge of nostalgic sadness in her own voice.
She leaned back on her hands on the bed, watching her friend study the picture. "I never minded, you know. It was kind of nice to be claimed by somebody. You'll always be my first for that," she bit her lip, hoping the joke didn't come off as uncomfortable given the situation.
Selina finally dressed and sat beside her friend on the bed. Her knuckles caressed the other woman’s cheek before she swept the hair from her face. Without a thought, she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to Jess’s, tongue lingered a bit before she broke away.
“That's from Sunny too.” Selina laid on her side tucked under Jess’s arm. “How is it that I was here for a few weeks, and youuuu have been tramping around Sway Lake with some chick?! Have you gone FULL lesbian?” she dropped her voice low.
Jess turned onto her side, propping a head on her arm to face Selina.
"You two are so weird," she rolled her eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."
Her stomach flipped at the thought of Sunny, eyes cast to the ceiling as her thoughts wandered. She loved Ollie, but there was something raw about the idea of losing the other boy, even though he wasn't really hers anymore and hadn't been in quite some time.
She quirked a teasing eyebrow as she returned to the present moment and the woman beside her.
"If I was going to do that, do you think it would be with anyone else than you? Whoever gave you your gossip needs glasses."
Selina’s mouth dropped open, “There's a guy around here with hair that long?!”
She linked her arm through Jess’s and pulled her in for a hug. The other woman now wrapped up in her embrace. Selina let her chin rest on her friend’s head as she stroked her hair. “You feel happier. Content. Like you're just drifting along. I know you loved Sunny in your own way, but this is different. It's the,” she ran a hand up and down Jess’s body without touching it, “this. Papa would call it your aura.”
Jess grinned. "I am. I'm really, really happy," she answered dreamily. "Ollie's a really sweet guy. But only here for the summer…"
She swallowed down the lingering bitter taste her argument with Ollie the previous morning had left in her mouth, not wanting to burden the conversation with her fears. Especially not when she still had so many questions of her own.
"But don't think asking about my love life is going to get you out of explaining yourself, missy." She teased.
Selina sat up, “Oliver Sway?! Jessica! Come on. Any other Tom, Dick or asshole at this stupid lake. Sunny. Sunny’s RIGHT THERE. Just grab him by the ankle and bring him back to Earth. He needs you.”
She took a breath, “That.. harpie will tear you apart because you aren't good breeding. It's Sway Lake because that's what those upper crust cunts hold over this entire town. Sway. Lakes dont belong to one family, they should belong to EVERY person. Are Sunny and I the only ones NOT under this family’s curse? First Tom, then Nikolai and now you.”
Selina’s voice was full of disappointment more than anger. She looked at her hands. Her palms, white and clean, were just caked brownish red not even an hour ago. “It can't be the both of us.”
"Nikolai?!" Jess asked, staring for a moment before doubling over in laughter. "Oh god it all makes sense now."
She struggled to contain her laughter, gasping for air and wiping away the tears in her eyes from it.
"Fuck Charlotte Sway, I couldn't care less what she thinks," she said, sobering and then sighing. "It's not like I planned on falling in love with Ollie. But I did, and it kinda scares me. I really really don't want to lose him. And he hates her and the whole legacy bullshit as much as anyone. Let it all rot or burn or whatever."
Jess was silent for a moment. It was hard to say Selina was her only or even oldest friend. But they were best friends, for certain, and they knew everything about each other. There were even times when they were younger that Selina and Sunny had talked about soulmates and Jess had wondered if she were hers. Which is why her stomach twisted with guilt as she realized just how unsettled Selina was, and pretending not to be.
"But enough about me, it doesn't matter. Are you okay?"
Selina took Jess’s hand in hers. She laced their fingers together and laid down again. This time she and her friend were side by side. She was certain no one in any spoken language had invented a word for what the two of them were.
Selina knew it was why Leon and Johnny always ended phone calls and visits with long hugs and I love yous. Why Honey and Klaus showered each other with intimacy and affection Honey showed Leon. Friendships that made people question your sexual intentions. It was probably something in the Kostas skin, like a pheromone.
The 23 year old pushed the thought out of her mind that everyone around them was their friend because they didn't have a choice. Instead she squeezed Jess’s hand.
“You know Honey, she holds grudges with a tight grip. There's only two people she hates: Charlotte Sway and Reginald Hargreeves, and he's the one she really wants dead. Charlie is lonely and miserable. That's punishment enough for Mama. Papa always says she would make a great Mafia don. She DID like Tim Sway;
cried when he killed himself. He wasn't even Charlot-” Selina cut herself off. “Either way Ollie must take after him then. I hope he does. I think we played together when we were little?”
She realized she was avoiding the question and wanted to deflect solely on Jess. Sunny wasn't the only one who slept around up here, or had a weird effect. Selina again panicked if maybe, somehow, what was in him was in her. That the Russian on a canoe in the middle of the night would show up in the Village, screaming at her in the dead of night. Some of the guys she fucked flopped around on top of Selina for a few minutes, got off while she stared at the ceiling. Then they laid claim to her like any White guy who thought he owned someone else’s land.
“And don't laugh like that either! I was doing my duty as a future nurse and helping someone who got hurt.”
She watched Jess cross her arms, even on her back. She was giving Selina THAT stare. Selina threw her hands up. “Ohhh,” she whined, ”I was swimming, floating really. Probably out further than I should be in the middle of the night, but that fucking moon. And there he was on his way to get rid of those horrendous jet skis of Jimmy’s. And he was flirtatious and made me groan, but also laugh?”
Selina had pulled her knees up to her chest so she could hug them. A far off look on her face. “And he's very.. I didn't really pay attention to what he looked like. WHO, right? It was just this fire that went through me. Like I knew him?
“Mama always talks about the day I was born and speaking into existence this notion. That every version of her will be loved by and love Papa. She thought it was blood loss creating insanity, but Sunny and I had designs on a love like theirs.”
“And the way Nikolai made me feel, and the way he knew my body? We didn't even fuck; not like that. I haven't cum that hard or much ever. Even by myself.”
“Then he got hurt, and I made Sunny take me to him. Ollie had saved him, right? As we're stitching him back together, I see his face. That face I grew up with three times over. He's fashioned for me, Jess. Maybe like Ollie is for you. But Nikolai is Leon and Nicklaus and Klaus and he's made to be mine.”
"No, no I'm not laughing at that, or you," Jess promised. "Just...the first decent conversation Nikolai and I had, he mentioned meeting someone. Matching his description to you is what's funny. And the fact that you two are such opposites." Jess paused, smiling in fondness for both parties in question. "But it's safe to say he likes you, a lot."
She felt silly now, not putting it together sooner. After all, there was no one else in the world she could think more aptly described as a siren made of the moon. And as funny as it was on paper, something about Selina and Nikolai made sense.
And, it made her heart beat giddily. Her faith in fate was complicated, but when it came to the Kostases, the concept was shockingly simple. And it seemed impossible that this was just coincidence, the four of them tied together like this.
'Or maybe,' she silently scolded, 'it's wishful thinking so you can tell yourself you're not being completely crazy.'
The rest of what Selina said registered belatedly and she blanched. "Wait. That was a lot of blood. Are you saying that it was all Nikolai's?"
“It was,” Selina replied softly.
"Jesus. What did he do, get in a knife fight?" Her voice was a mixture of concern and annoyance.
She could see Nikolai doing something like that, to defend his own pride which he deflected onto Ollie, or for some other stubborn, idiotic thing. And now that there were two people she loved who would get hurt if something happened to him, she made a note to have a little chat with him about being so reckless. And to find Ollie later to check on both boys.
"I know if he had you helping take care of him, I don't have to ask if he'll be alright." She nudged Selina teasingly with a shoulder, hoping to break up some of the heavy, contemplative air settling over them both.
“Knives don't cause QUITE as much damage as you think. Unless you hit a vein. Diego showed me how to do it effectively once. Plus if he's like the others, Nikolai probably prefers fists to weapons. Or the spider monkey sleeper-hold thing Klaus and Sunny do. Although Papa stabbed Uncle Jonny once, it was just an artificial wound.”
Selina suddenly scooped Jess up in her arms so they could go back to a cuddle. She tangled her legs and arms around Jess to sort of dominate her personal space. Her forehead pressed into her friend’s neck.
“He and Jimmy got into it, and they were on the boat dock. Nik slipped and hit his head. Ollie swam for like, the first time ever to get him up into a boat. Had pressure on it. I just stitched him with fishing wire. They'll do better at the ER.”
Selina sighed, “If he's like them he wouldn't die anyways. Klaus died like twice in a few days, also head injuries? Either way, Nikolai would’ve been fine without me.”
Then almost like an afterthought, “Did you say he talked to you about me? Probably something about conquests and the Russian army. But you! YOU FELL IN LOVE this summer! I got my pussy licked and think he's this mythical soulmate. You're in actual, real love.”
Selina propped up on her elbow, “Have you slept together? No I'm sorry, YOU get to call it MAKING LOVE!!” she burst into a fit of giggles around cheeks fired by jealousy. “I am happy for you. I promise. I'm glad Sunny.. I'm just happy.”
"No, actually," Jess said, shifting around Selina so they tucked together more cleanly, like two matched puzzle pieces. This kind of closeness wasn't Jess's favorite thing, but Selina knew that, and Jess trusted that if she didn't need it, she wouldn't be initiating it. "It was surprisingly non-militant. And only one nautical reference."
Jess hesitated, remembering some of the incidents Selina had to deal with and one or two more from the summers that Sunny, or Jess herself, had headed off before they got far enough to be a concern (or for Selina to even know). She wanted her friend to know just what Nikolai had said, and that he very much did not just see her as just some conquest. But the line between sweet and creepy was a hazy one at best. She brought one hand away from the tangle to fret the corner of her thumb between her teeth while she thought it over.
"I'm not saying I'm jealous...but I thought it was romantic. And dramatic of course, look who we're talking about. But dramatic isn't always bad. I wish you'd stop dismissing yourself like that. Soulmate or no, you have some sort of feelings for him which seem serious; one might call it a crush at least. And he made you feel good. He made you happy. You're allowed that. You deserve it. And now, for the moment if not more, you have it, savor it."
"As for Ollie and me..."
She froze, frowning as she struggled to figure out just what to say. There was a part of her that feared a reputation of some kind (even though it was just Ollie that she'd been a first time for, and Sunny, but he didn't count). And another part that wanted to keep it to herself, even though most of her wanted to share. She bit again at her thumb, searching for words.
"It's not that big of a deal?"
Selina bit her lip before a yawn escaped her. “One: a crush is a crush because you can get hurt. Otherwise, it would be called a cushion. I think that's what Papa said once. Or was it Klaus?”
Selina closed her eyes now. “Either way, it's a very big deal! I can feel the difference in you. I want you to be in love. To maybe leave Sway Lake. Come back to the city with me? Close up this place for a few months. You can live with me. Or Oliver for a little while. Oh lovely little Oliver making my sweet Jessica come ‘round again. All your sadness and little pieces everywhere. I couldn't stitch you back together with fishing wire, could I? I shouldn't have let Sunny break your heart. I just didn't want being around me to remind you of him. I'm sorry. But Ollie.. he’ll.. Sorry, I think I'm a bit delirious from adrenaline? Mind if I nap a bit?”
But Selina was fast asleep before Jess could give permission.
Jess shook her head with a smile, carefully extricating herself and tucking her friend into the bed. Selina had given her a lot to think about.
#hopefully this formatting worked#it was not at first#author collaboration#Jess O'Neill and Selina Kostas#Moonbrella Lake Crossover#The Song of Sway Lake fic
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Chase you to the Top
AN: Dad Bakugou fics are my favorite. I am 100% convinced, with evidence I made up myself, that Bakugou would literally be the best dad in the worst way. Would his children swear? Yes. Would they be wholesome and the righteous hero’s in the making? Fuck yes. I’m here for it. Also, Bakugou and a POC character would make the most cutest biracial babies, like I cant. But I’ll write it anyways.
Summary: The day finally came when Deku passed Kacchan on the Hero Billboard charts...but, surprisingly, Bakugou is still on top. It’s mostly BakuDeku friendship, with a nice helping of Dad Bakugou, and a sprinkle of Bakugou x POC reader. The perfect recipe.
Midoriya dreamed of this day. It was finally here. The Hero Billboard Chart JP Annual ceremony. All of the training, the battles, the wins and losses, it all seemed worth it to have his name once again be echoed in the same stadium as his mentor, All Might. Of course, Midoriya was nervous beyond recognition. But, in true Midoriya fashion, he spent all week preparing and perfecting his entrance walk, his wave to the crowd, and the speech the top heroes gave. He had it down to a science. After all, he was now a top hero! However, he was not prepared for the ranking,
Midoriya ranked 3rd.
Kacchan....4th.
He ranked higher. He surpassed Bakugou?! And now, the entire world was going to see it. This could very well be his final Hero Billboard Chart moment. He was sure Bakugou was going to blast him on live TV. Maybe he shouldn’t have invited his mother as his plus 1.
He gulped, despite how hard his body was rejecting any more fluid into his already churning stomach. The two hero’s stood side by side backstage, both dressed in their full hero costumes; Bakugou foregoing his left gauntlet. Since the war with the League of Villains several years back he only dawned both gauntlets in serious missions where the firepower was absolutely necessary.
The roar of the crowed hummed through the walls and thick theater curtains. The two hero’s haven’t spoken to each other since their rankings were reveled in private late last night. Some hero’s weren’t even given any notice to their rankings. He and Bakugou were the exceptions. Bakugou and Midoriya stood out for so many reasons. Both seen and unseen. To the public, they were the symbol of the next generation of Heroes. Also, the Hero Committee knew of Bakugou’s fiery temper, so it was probably for everyone's safety that it wasn’t publicly announced without notice.
Midoriya thought for a moment. They weren’t kids anymore. And their friendship, dare he say it, had transformed so much from their days at U.A. They were on speaking terms, they trained together. Ran missions together. Bakugou even threw himself in danger to save his life once. Hell, he was even invited to Bakugou’s wedding, and only 5 other classmates were invited! They had become so much closer, but was that all about to be destroyed?
But Midoriya couldn’t live with the silence. He had to say something. Something to cut the tension. Something to make Bakugou look at him, acknowledge him. Even if he got screamed at, he had to say something.
He began slow, and quiet, “So...Uhh, pretty exciting we both made it so high up, huh?”
Oh no.
Was that pandering? Shit!
“I mean, its great right? We’ve both worked so hard. You worked even harder you know, your quirk is so amazing and you’ve become such a great hero- not that you weren’t in the first place...Sorry not likethatKacchanijustknowyou’vebeenwatingforthismomentyourwholelifeandihopeI’mnotruiningitbecauseirankedhigherthanyouthisyearbuttheresalwaysnextyearwhoknowsmaybetheyputmehigherbymistake-”
“Damnit Deku! You’re muttering again! And It’s pissing me off!”
The green haired man didn’t know why the abrasive response made him smile, “Sorry, Kacchan.”
Bakugou huffed an inaudible response while he began tinkering with his gauntlet before setting it down at his feet, “Shit, forgot to turn the safety on.”
“You’ve gotten so strong, you dont even really need those anymore.” Midoriya pipped up, “You’re now able to set of explosions that can be felt half a mile away-”
Red eyes were cast his direction, “I should’ve gotten that restraining order. You know so much about me its weird, ya damn nerd.”
“Am I really still a nerd to you? After all these years?”
Before the explosion hero could respond, the presence of a small child caught their attention. The curly haired child stood in front of Bakugou, staring up at him with wide, bright eyes. She dawned orange dress with green polka dots and small black and red shoes.
“Oh, Hey Ki-”
“What are you doing here, kid?” Bakugou’s brash voice filled the backstage. He knelt down in front of her, snarling, “Looking for an autograph or something? Well they ain’t free!”
The girl didn’t bat an eye. Rather, her freckled face scrunched up as she responded with a giggle, “You’re mean, Daddy.”
He was beaming, “Damn right I am.” He snatched his daughter up his arms, lifting her in the air as he stood. The girl laughed at her new found height before she began reaching for Bakugou’s hero mask.
“Kiara-there you are!” You called out while rounding the corner, eyes finally set on your daughter, “You can’t run away from Mommy like that.”
Kiara was Bakugou’s 3 year old daughter. She was the perfect balance of you and Katsuki. She had your brown skin that glowed with tiny freckles, curly hair, albeit blonde like her fathers. She had your smile, big and bright. And just like her namesake, she was the princess. You were convinced she got that from Katsuki’s side of the family.
“Hey, Y/N.” Midoriya spoke, only to be enveloped in a big hug.
“Deku! I heard the news! I’m so proud of you, number 3 hero, that’s amazing! Try not to break any bones during your speech, okay?”
“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll try not to.”
Bakugou let out a small laugh. You turned your attention towards your husband and wayward daughter, “And you, no swearing during yours either! I mean it Katsuki if she learns one more word...”
Kiara watched you before mimicking your moves, waving her small finger in her father’s face, “Yeah, no spearin-” She finished with a squeal as Bakugou flashed his teeth playfully bit at her finger.
‘Top 10 heroes, take your position at the main stage. Again, top 10 heroes, main stage please.’
“Alright missy, Daddy and Deku have to go.” You reached out for your daughter who whined in protest, clearly not ready to depart to their seats.
“You sure you can hold her?” Bakugou asked softly, staring down at the small bump that showed ever so slightly from underneath your sweater.
“Trust me.” You reassured him, “If I let her feet hit the ground again, she’ll rush the stage. Okay, Kiara one last hug and it’s time to go.”
Kiara gave her father a tight hug before leaning away towards your arms, “No madder what Daddy, you’re still my mumber one hero.”
While he only witnessed the tender moment, for Midoriya it finally dawned on him. At the end of the day, he didn’t surpass Kacchan, not even by an inch. Midoriya was still chasing after him, just like when they were kids. It didn’t matter where he was ranked or what the public thought of him.
To the people that mattered. Who truly loved him,
Kacchan was already number 1.
AN: I just really want to write more Dad Bakugou. Mah Heart! Do you need Baku-dad in your life, too? Let me know.
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kítrinos - Qian Kun
kitrinos( κίτρινος) - yellow
pairings: professor!Kun x fem student reader
summary: meeting Cyan was either a horrible mistake or a blessing in disguise. In a world where soulmates exist, you were starting to believe that yours didn't exist. Not until, you picked yellow from Cyan's book of colours which transported you to another reality where your soulmate's feelings are shown on you when you share the same emotion. Sharing a rare mark made things easier but theres a catch, both of you won't know until the very last moment. What will happen then?
genre: studentxteacher, fluff, angst
warnings: mentions of death, losing eyesight, arguments, swearing
A/N: Hello lovelies! this is for the colours collab made by @neo-cult-ure i’d like to thank everyone for supporting us and i’d also like to thank the other writers for being so lovely and amazing and just being a great bunch of people. also want to thank @fairielightsss for proof reading this. to be honest, this isnt greatly written. there will be many mistakes so bare with me. so i hope i dont offend anyone and i apologise for any mistakes.
P.S: I recommend listening to this which will give you a good feel on the story. i also recommend watching Howl’s Moving Castle to understand some of the references, but if you haven’t then its okay!
As the sky fades into the night sky, your eyelids begin to droop and the attention towards the song had started to slowly make your head spin. The need to finish practising this piece kept you awake in fear of getting into big trouble with your lecturers. You slap your face in an attempt to make yourself stay awake before preparing to play the piano.
"Are you going to continue torturing yourself or should we head back?" Your best friend, Renjun said while walking into the music studio. You chuckled, "I'm almost done. Wanna wait for me?" You asked. He nodded as he sat on the edge of a table making himself comfortable.
You’ve been practising a song from one of your favourite movies, Howl's Moving Castle but something didn't feel right. Renjun took note that you were taking longer than usual.
"How come you're struggling so much with this song?" Renjun asked. "I'm not saying this in a mean way but I've seen you play,” he said cautiously, not wanting to hurt you with his words. “This song should be easy compared to what you’re used to." He said with a tilt of his head, confusion hinted on his features.
You shrugged while deep in thought, "I know,” you took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. “I can't explain it but it feels like this piece is missing something." you finally explained.
He nodded at your words. He didn’t say anything more but you knew he wanted to ask more. You began playing the first few notes before Renjun gasped making you falter in your playing, "What if you were Sophie in your past life?” he said with wide eyes, “Better yet, what if you were the Witch of the Waste?" You stared at him with wide eyes holding confusion. "Really, Renjun?" You narrowed your eyes, not liking the way he was messing around.
"Just kidding." he laughed with eyes holding mischief. You broke down your façade and laughed. Shaking your head, you ended the song frustratedly.
"That's it, I'm continuing tomorrow." You sighed and got up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
"Jaemin asked if you wanted to a sleepover?" You nodded excitedly and Renjun cheered as both of you walked out.
Throughout the walk back, you tried to wrap your brain mind around the question, "Why did that song feel different?" you mumbled to yourself. Beside you, Renjun was questioning your unusually quiet behaviour.
When you were offered to play for the school's annual dinner, you were completely overwhelmed and honoured. They gave you a selection of songs but this song attracted you the most.
Why?
The walk was eerie and quiet, you could feel the cold and sharp air pricking at your skin. Renjun stood close to you when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you.
You turned around and you were greeted by an old lady. You real ed it was a lady named Cyan from when you both met earlier today. She was a funny looking lady who showed you her book of colours. She told you to pick one and you chose yellow. She also mentioned something about a soulmate but you weren't really paying attention.
"Cyan?" You called. The footsteps quickened.
"What are you-"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. Everything will make sense soon." She said hurriedly, cutting you off.
"What do you mean?" She smiled and pulled out a pouch from her pocket, blowing a yellow powder onto you. You waved your hands around to try and stop her while Renjun was beside screaming at the old lady but to no avail, the powder dusted your figure. Next thing you knew, everything went black.
You drummed your fingers across the table, waiting for Jaemin and Renjun to arrive.
You were the only one in the studio and the silence was driving you mad. With a loud sigh and you reached in and grabbed a chocolate bar from your backpack, unwrapping it. Just as you were going to eat it, the door opened.
Low and behold it was your favourite lecturer, Professor Qian or more casually known as Kun. It depends on when you're talking to him. Walking to his table and he places his stuff down before realising you were in the studio.
"I'm hurt Y/N." He starts. You grinned, leaning forward, "Why is that, Kun?"
"Professor Qian in class, missy." He points.
You rolled your eyes and snorted. "Okay, why are you hurt, Professor Qian?" You repeated.
"Well, I come in and the first thing I see is your feet on the table and you’re eating a chocolate bar. And you didn't even bother asking if I wanted some." He wipes a fake tear.
You laughed and jogged to his table, "Aha, but the thing is, sir," you showed the extra bar you brought for him, "I already brought an extra for you." You passed it to him. He chuckled, "Well, won't you look at that. I knew I chose the right favourite student."
You snorted, "The only reason I'm your favourite student is that I'm the only one playing the piano in this class." You stated. “And secondly if I’m not mistaken Professor Qian,” you continued, eyes holding mischief, “Didn’t you say Jisung was your favourite student last week? And Sara about two days ago?” you hummed, a hand on your chin with a pondering look on your face.
He laughed and shook his head, "I'm guilty. I love all of you equally." He raised both his hands defensively. "Ah, I wanna ask you a question." He walked over to the other side of the table, sitting on the edge of it while facing you.
"How would you feel about playing with me?" He suddenly said. You raised a brow.
"Wow, Sir, I didn't know you were that adventurous." You wiggled your brows. Kun furrowed his brows, "What are you- OH MY GOD Y/N NO, NOT LIKE THAT." he said embarrassedly, hiding his face in his hands. You burst out into laughter, clutching your stomach as you saw your teacher getting flustered.
"Geez, Y/N, go clean that brain of yours." He rubbed his temples. You punched his shoulder lightly, sitting next to him on the table.
"Well, you should've worded it better. It's not every day you hear your professor asking to play with him. Anyways, what did you mean by that?" You asked him.
"I meant doing a duet performance with me during the annual dinner." He explained.
"Ahh, I see. What song are we talking about though?" You turned to him.
He rolled up his sleeves and crossed his arms, "I was thinking Merry Go Round Of Life? Y'know the one from Howl's Moving Castle." He sat on the edge of the table.
"I'd love to do it but you could easily do that song alone. Why do you need me?" You asked, genuinely confused. You've seen how Kun plays and it's absolutely amazing. It doesn't make sense why he would need you.
He scratched the back of his neck, "Well, it is a dinner with both the lecturers and students. I thought it would be cool to have us both play. Plus, imagine the power of both of us playing." He bumped your shoulder with his.
"Are you complimenting my skills?" You asked shock painted on your face. He looked quite taken aback, "Y/N, I'm pretty sure I've made it clear that I'm very impressed with your skills since day one."
Ah, first class, you remembered when Kun walked in and he did an evaluation test on all of you.
As both of you walked to class, you were greeted by a squeal. "Renjun! Y/N!" You smiled and ran to Jaemin, giving him a hug.
"How were holidays, babe?" Hewereapped an arm around both of your shoulders.
"It was nice to go back home, my parents kept pestering us on our soulmates though," Renjun informed.
"Have you found yours yet?" You asked Jaemin. He smiled softly, looking at you shyly as he nodded slowly.
You squealed and began jumping with him. "Congratulations, honey!" You hugged him tightly.
"What's she like?" Renjun asked.
"She's so… perfect." he sighed dreamily. You and Renjun began poking fun at him and teasing him.
“What did it feel like?” you asked curiously.
“Not gonna lie, it hurt like a bitch when the mark burnt off but after that everything was amazing,” he explained as you sat in between the two of them.
"What was your colour?" You asked.
"It was grey," he said proudly. Renjun snorted, "What were both of you confused about?" he said shaking his head.
"Well, I was confused about what to order and she was confused about a math question. We suddenly felt the mark stinging and I immediately looked around and there she was, all cute and blushing." He said dreamily.
The door opened and a chill pricked at your skin. You turned around to see an unknown man walking in. You went to sit down with your friends. "I think he's the new lecturer," Jaemin whispered to you.
"Good morning, everyone. You may call me Professor Qian, I'll be teaching you from now on. So let's start shall we?" He said.
You heard the chatter of the girls behind you, "oh, Woah, he's really handsome" You grinned, he really was.
He wore a blue button-down shirt with a pair of brown slacks. His brown locks gelled back nicely. Kun The professor looked around the studio and his nerves calmed down, everyone seemed quite friendly. This was his first time teaching and he worried he would make a bad impression.
"According to Madam Rowena, your previous lecturer, she informed me to do an evaluation test first so that I'll know what level you're all at but I'm pretty sure you're all very advanced, let's start with that." He took out a list from his bag, and he began to read out the names of your classmates.
Everyone had to play a song on their respective instrument. You took note of your classmates looking nervous, trying their best not to mess up.
"Alright, thank you, Ms Seo. Now, Ms Y/L/N?" He looked around.
You raised your hand and walked towards the piano.
"Are you the only pianist?" He suddenly asked you.
"Yes, I am." You said nervously. He nodded, signalling for you to proceed. He continued reading the list, pushing his glasses to sit comfortably on the bridge of his nose. You breathed in, immediately pressing the right keys to Victor’s solo in the Corpse Bride.
His eyes perked up as he watched closely. He watched as you focused on the song and your fingers moved with grace. He could feel the passion wafting off of you as you played. The beautiful tune resonating around the room.
Your classmates watched in awe, they've always enjoyed watching you play. You were the best in the class after all. To everyone, this was a sweet melody that you knew, but it meant so much more than that.
It was a painful memory.
As you hit the last note, your breathing turned rapid. Everything was quiet before everyone began clapping and cheering.
"Thank you, Ms Y/L/N. You may return to your seat." He smiled softly. You nod and return to your seat.
"You surprised him, Y/N," Jaemin whispered as both of you watched Renjun play his flute.
"What do you mean?" You asked quietly.
"Throughout the entire evaluation, he hasn't looked up. Except for when you began playing." he nudged you with his elbow.
"Sure, Jaem. Sure." You rolled your eyes.
"So, do you wanna do it?" He asked. You thought about it again. Your mind weighing the pros and cons before coming to a conclusion, "Sure, plus I get to annoy you even more now." You teased as you walked over to your seat.
"Oh god please protect me from this child." He said out loud.
You were going to counter when Jaemin and Renjun came in, sandwiches in their hands.
"Professor Qian~" Jaemin bowed. "Good morning!" He said cutely.
"Morning, Jaemin, Renjun." He smiled back. Jaemin and Renjun walked up to your usual seats, plopping beside you.
"What were both of you doing alone, huh?" Renjun asked.
"Talking?" You replied.
Jaemin snorted, "Yeah, and I have three legs." He added. You scowled and pinched his arm causing him to yelp. Soon, the class began to fill up and Kun started teaching.
As class ended, you walked up to Kun and sat on the edge of his table. "So, what day are we practising?" You asked. Kun turned around at the sound of your voice, he loosened his tie and slid his hands into his pockets.
"It's up to you, kiddo. The dinner is on the 25th." He said nonchalantly. Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open. "Wait, 25th?" You stuttered. He nodded. "That's not too far away!" You squeaked.
Kun shrugged, "I've seen you master a new song in three days. This is easy for you." He claimed.
"But Kun, this is a performance in front of many people. Not just the class. Plus, I'm going to be playing with you, how are you so sure I'll be able to keep up with you?" You whined.
Kun walked closer to you and patted your head, "You'll be fine and you'll do so amazing. Like usual." He reassured you. Your cheeks warmed, "thanks, Kun." You picked at some dust off your sweater.
"I'll tell you what, we'll practise twice a week. The duration is up to you. We can do it for 20 minutes or 2 hours. I'm okay with anything." You pouted, "Kun, that's not fair on you. I'm pretty sure you're busy as well."
"Y/N, I'm a single male with a cat and several assignments to check. Do I look like I have plans soon?" He joked. You laughed lightly, "How are the guys and Louis, by the way?" You asked.
"They're great. Xuxi recently adopted a puppy named Bella so the house is a bit noisier than usual." He said. You giggled, "Must be fun."
“You should visit someday. The boys really miss you,” he said.
“Sure. how about this Friday?” you asked. He nodded, “Should be fine. Bring Jaemin and Renjun too if you’d like.”
“I’ll inform them then.” you smiled.
You threw your bag over your shoulder, “So, Wednesday?”
He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, “Yeah. Want me to bring snacks for you?”
You placed a hand over your heart, “You know me so well. Yes please.” you nodded cutely.
He shook his head, “I’ll see you then, yeah?” he waved. You skipped out of the class, nearly smacking face-first into the door.
"Oops…" you nervously turned and ran out.
Kun chuckled, shaking his head. "Clumsy girl." He muttered.
"Nana! Injunnie!" You ran, wrapping your arms around their necks.
"Wanna follow me to Professor Qian's house this Friday? They’ve recently gotten a puppy." You said. They immediately nodded their heads at your suggestion, "sounds great! We'll bring food as well." Jaemin added.
The three of you hung out for lunch, chatting about any new events that seem to catch your ears. "Oh, what were you and Professor Qian talking about?" Renjun sipped on his hot chocolate.
You grinned, "he asked me to perform with him during the dinner." You beamed.
The two boys clapped excitedly, "That's so cool, Y/N!" They both gave you a side hug.
After talking a bit, Jaemin sighed. "I can't believe we're graduating soon." He said sadly.
"I know right? A few more exams and,” you paused, “we're out." It dawned on you that you wouldn't be able to see them all time like usual. You began tearing up at the thought, "Guys,” you said softly, grabbing both the males’ attention, “Promise me we won't drift apart." You sniffled.
Renjun and Jaemin pouted, "Oh baby." Renjun got out of his seat to hug you. Jaemin too soon after.
"We promise. Also, we'll still meet up as much as we can. I don't care if it's once a week or month, I just need to see you guys." Jaemin tugged at his sweater sleeves. Before you could finish your lunch, the three of you were a sobbing mess. You loved the two of them so much, they were your best friends.
You got off your motorbike and sighed before turning the doorknob. You opened the door only to be graced with the familiar sound of to Italian Opera music and the smell of brownies. You tried to sneak upstairs, avoiding getting called.
"Y/N, is that you?" The soft voice asked. You turned slowly, "Yeah, it's me." You stood in the middle of the stairs.
You saw your stepmother walk out the kitchen, cocoa powder on her apron and some flour on her cheek.
"How was your day, dear?" She asked. You shrugged, "It was okay, I guess."
Silence. This was your routine every day for two years. She'd ask how your day was and you'd stand awkwardly.
"I'm gonna head upstairs. I'm tired." You said stuttering between your words, not looking at her.
"Oh, uh yes. Well, there's some brownies on the oven if you'd want me to bring some up?" You shook your head, "It's okay. I'll get them myself." you said politely. Before she could reply you walked into your room, closing the door behind you.
Your mom passed away when you turned 7, so all that was left was you and your dad. For a very long time. Even then, you remember him not really being around for most of your childhood. You were brought up by your grandmother. Though whenever your dad left for business trips, he would never fail to always bring back a gift for you.
However, you didn’t expect him to bring back a woman on your 20th birthday. Anyways, Not wanting to stay for long, so you called Jaemin and asked if it was okay to sleep over and he agreed.
You walked down the stairs, peeking into the kitchen and grabbing a brownie. You saw her sitting in the living room and you’d thought it would be best to just inform her. She noticed your presence and immediately straightened up.
“Uh, I’m gonna sleep over at Jaemin’s.” you awkwardly scuff your feet against the hardwood floor.
She nodded, “Alright then, stay safe.” she smiled. “Your father will be coming back tomorrow afternoon, by the way.”
You nodded, “Ah, okay. Thanks for informing me.” you scratch the back of your neck.
“No problem, Y/N.” she replied.
You head out, starting your motorbike and riding it away from your house. It’s not like you hated her, it’s just hard to accept someone. It doesn’t help that Dad is barely home so things get even more awkward when it’s just the two of you.
Your mom wasn’t there to help you out when you got your first period or for you to talk to when you had your first crush on a boy. The only person who you could talk to about these things was your grandmother who had sadly passed away a year ago. Sometimes, you wish you called her more often to check up on her.
A tear trickled down your cheek, you sighed. “I miss you so much,” you whispered.
Upon arriving at your best friends house, you parked your motorbike and knocked on the door.
“Coming!” you heard Renjun running to the door. “Hello again~” Renjun leaned on the door.
“Hey boo.” you poked his stomach and walked in. “So, what are we going to do tonight?” You asked.
“I would’ve wanted to say drinks but we’re broke so pizza and movies sound good?” Jaemin pointed to the mountain of pillows and boxes of pizza. “It’s perfect.” you beamed.
You changed into the pyjamas you brought and settled into the pillow fort.
“What are we watching?” you asked. Renjun shrugged, “Nana wanted to watch a rom-com.”
Jaemin came crashing down into the pile of pillows. “We’re watching Sensei Kunshu.” he said excitedly, n,t hesitating to press play.
“What’s it about?” you pulled the blanket over your body as you took a slice of pizza.
“It’s about a girl who falls in love with her teacher.” Jaemin chomped onto a breadstick.
Thirty minutes in and you can’t help but hide behind the blankets, you loved the movie so far but you had to admit, you got second-hand embarrassment watching the movie.
“AYUHA, PLEASE,” Renjun screamed at the main character along with some incoherent noises. Frustration dripping from his words.
“I need to pee,” you said as you ran towards the toilet.
As you were walking out, you suddenly felt a buzz, it was Kun. you opened the message to see a document he sent.
“These are the notes for the song! You can try playing it first :)”
You smiled and quickly typed back a response,
Thanks, Kun! I’ll see you soon.”
“What are you smiling about?” Renjun asked he sipped on his drink. “Kun sent me the sheet music for the song we’re going to perform.”
“Ahh, what a fitting movie~,” Jaemin said in a sing-song voice as he wiggled his brows. Your brows knitted, “What?”
Renjun smirked, “You and Professor Qian?” you gasped and plopped in between them.
“No! he’s like an older brother, friend kinda thing.” you tried to explain.
“I like how that was your reason and not simply because he’s our teacher.” Jaemin giggled.
You pinch his arm lightly, “Shut up.” you pout.
“It’s true though, Y/N. everyone in the class agrees.”
“EXCUSE ME, WHAT?” you shrieked.
“Let's put it like this, you guys act as if you’ve been engaged for two years and you live in a studio apartment along with your two cats and you travel around the world to perform at concerts,” Renjun stated.
Jaemin began clapping, “Bravo, my boy, bravo.” he pointed “That’s basically how everyone sees you guys.” he drank his cola. “Also, you can’t deny the fact that he has a soft spot for you. He’s already a genuinely nice guy but when it comes to you, it’s on another level. This performance is basically feeding us and our classmates with good content.”
You sat there and thought about it. Yes, you were much closer to Kun then others but you didn’t know your classmates shipped the two of you.
“Whatever, it’s not gonna happen anyways,” you said whilst shaking your head, silencing the both of them. “Plus, we both have our own soulmates.” you pointed out as you reached out and grabbed a slice of pizza.
Renjun was going to argue until he heard your ringtone.
It was your stepmom.
Your brows furrowed, “Hello?” you started.
“Hey, Y/N, I know you’re at your friends’ house but you might need to come back soon. By tomorrow morning.”
Your brows knitted, Renjun and Jaemin sat next to you, wondering and waiting on you to tell them what’s going on.
“What? Why?” you asked, a tad bit irritated.
“Your father is arriving home sooner than expected.” you groaned internally, “How soon?” you asked.
“I think around 8 in the morning?” you rubbed your face,
“I’ll come back now.” you hung up and slammed your body back onto the pillows.
“Looks like I have to head out, fellas.” you got up and helped them clean up.
“We’re really sorry, Y/N,” they said in unison. You waved them off as you stuffed the last breadstick into your mouth, “It’s okay, guys. Plus, my dad probably wanted to ‘surprise’ us.” you muffled.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, woman.” Jaemin bumped you with his hip.
“Sorry.” you giggle.
After cleaning up, you said goodbye and headed back home.
You carefully got upstairs, she was probably asleep so you didn’t want to wake her up.
You opened the door and plopped onto your bed, turning off the lights and falling fast asleep.
You heard laughter and chatter downstairs as you woke up. You stretched your tired limbs and went down. Your dad was hugging your stepmom and they were just chatting about something.
“Y/N!” he called. You walked down the stairs and greeted him. “Hi, dad.”
He smiled and immediately went for his bag. “Here you go, I got you this.”
Like usual, he’ll hand you the gift before asking anything.
In his hand was a black box with a white ribbon on it. You opened it and smiled, “Thank you.”
“No problem, kiddo. Now, what’s for breakfast?” he turned to your stepmom and held his stomach. They both walked to the kitchen, your father’s hand wrapped around her waist.
In the box was a beautiful, sapphire necklace. You closed the box and walked to the kitchen where your dad was already eating.
She prepared a plate for you, placing it next to your dad.
You sat down and began eating at the hearty breakfast she prepared.
"So, how's school?" He starts. You swallow and face him, "everything's going well, my exams are in a few weeks and then I'll be performing at the annual dinner."
“Wow, really? That’s very exciting!” Lilian praised.
"That's great honey." He says, unimpressed as he checks his phone.
"Do you have a boyfriend yet?" He suddenly asked. You choked on your toast, drinking a bit of water to ease your throat.
"Uh, no." you shook your head, “I’ve been really busy so… yeah.”
“When you do, make sure you bring him for dinner.” he points at you with his fork.
It sucked how you couldn’t talk to your dad like old times. It’s not that you didn’t want to but it seemed like he only cared about work and making sure your grades are absolute perfection.
“How about that Jaemin boy? Or Renjun? They’re from very good families.” he asked. Your stepmom walked behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, “Sweetie, they’re her friends. Also, you should always wait for your soulmate when the time comes.”
You’re lost for words and you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.
“Uh, I have to get ready for class.” you shuffled out of your seat.
When you entered your room, you leaned against the door and let out a long sigh.
It's like I don't know you anymore...
Kun sat at the counter, stirring his coffee.
I hope the song works this time, he thought.
Kun furiously pressed at the keys, getting agitated by the silly mistakes he seemed to have made. He was going to reach the end but he accidentally pressed a different note, causing him to groan.
"What's up with you?" Sicheng walked towards his roommate. "You've been at it for 3 hours now." He leaned against Kun's piano in his room.
"Sorry, must've been really noisy huh?" He asked Sicheng apologetically. Sicheng waved him off, "Pft, it's okay. They're much noisier downstairs."
They laughed a little before Sicheng sat next to him. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked Kun.
Kun sighs, "I know this might sound weird but for some reason, this song doesn't feel… complete to me? I don't know how to explain it but it feels like I'm just pressing notes rather than actually feeling the song. I can’t seem to play it at all."
Sicheng's brows knitted, "Have you tried playing with someone?" Sicheng asked.
Kun nodded, "I played it with Johnny, Taeil, Doyoung and all those tries failed as well. I don't know who else to ask." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Okay, c'mon let's try." Kun excitedly nodded at Sicheng's suggestion. Maybe he just needed someone he was a lot closer to.
The song started out smoothly, like usual but then suddenly, both of them played the wrong key.
"Huh…" Sicheng placed his hands on his hips.
"Exactly. It's always there." Kun got up and sat on his bed.
"Maybe… change the song?" Sicheng suggested. Kun shook his head defiantly, "No, there's something about this song and I can't put my finger on it. It's stressing me out. I could easily play that… I just don't know why I can't right now." He ran his fingers through his brown locks.
Sicheng leaned against the piano, "How about playing with your students?" He asked.
"Y/N is the only one who plays the piano right?" He pointed out. "Why don't you try with her?" He smiled.
"Actually… that's not a bad idea." He stood up and paced around the room.
"I'm going to ask her. If the song still fails, I'll change the song."
"Kun? KUN!" he heard the loudest clap ringing in his ears. He turned and saw Yukhei who was pressing Bella to his chest, staring at him worriedly.
"Oh, hey Xuxi. What's up?" He asked, still quite dazed.
"Uh, you're gonna be late for your class, again." He pointed to the clock on the wall.
Kun's eyes widened, he ran out the kitchen, suitcase and keys in hand.
"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT." he repeated as he started his car.
"Kun, your coffee!" Yukhei stood by the doorway with the mug in hand.
Kun waved him off, "You can have it, man." He yelled before speeding off.
Kun ran, making sure he wasn't too late. He kept checking his watch over and over until he bumped into another body.
"Oomph!" The voice squeaked. He turned around and saw Y/N on the floor, rubbing her back.
"Oh thank god it's just you." He breathed.
You scoff, "Are you late, again?" You got up, feeling a bit sore from landing on your butt. "Also, what's that supposed to mean?" You poked at his chest.
"Yes, and it means I won't be awkwardly apologising to some random student I've never met before." He brushed the dust off his pants. "So, I'm sorry and I'll buy you snacks. See you later, byeee!" He said as he ran off to his class.
You shook your head, smiling a little.
"Silly professor."
Your music history class had ended and you stretched your stiff limbs.
"I love music history but Miss Leanne makes it so… miserable." Renjun rubbed his sleepy eyes.
You snicker, "same. I'm pretty sure I nearly dozed off twice." You yawn.
"Y/N, are you coming over later?" Jaemin asked. You shook your head, "I don't think so, bubs. I have practice with Professor Qian and my dad is home so he probably wants to 'spend time' together." You rolled your eyes.
Jaemin pats your back, "He's still at it, huh?"
You nod angrily, "he always complains how I never want to spend time with them but when we do, he's always on his phone leaving me and my stepmom to talk." You rant.
"But you don't talk to your stepmom?" Renjun pointed out.
"Exactly! Do you know how awkward it was? Also, this morning he asked me if I had a boyfriend and told me to date either one of you."
Their eyes widened, "Sweetie, I love you but I'm taken." Jaemin pointed at where his mark once was.
"Yeah, I love you too but you're like a sister to me." Renjun shrugged. "I can't imagine dating you." He admitted.
"THANK YOU! Now, tell my dad that." You groaned.
You checked your wristwatch and it was almost time for practice. You pat both of their shoulders, "I've got practice in a few minutes. Wanna call later?" You asked.
They nodded, "Is it okay if Minseo joins? She's visiting us." Jaemin asked.
You nodded, "of course! Also, tell her I'm really sorry for not being able to meet her properly, I swear after graduation both of us are gonna go on dates without you." You winked.
Jaemin looked incredibly offended, "It's bad enough that both of you gossip about everything. Now, this. I feel so betrayed, my best friend and girlfriend." He grasped his chest, leaning onto Renjun.
"There, there, bud. You have me." Renjun patted his shoulder.
You laughed, walking towards the opposite direction, "I'll talk to you guys later!" You waved and jogged towards the studio.
Walking into the studio, you saw Kun with his eyes shut and earphones in, on his chair with his feet propped on the table.
You giggle softly, walking up towards him and tapping him lightly.
"Professor Qian?" surprisingly, your light tap caused him to wake up in shock.
"Fuck!" He yelled right before falling off his chair. You panicked and quickly helped him up.
"Jeez Y/N, you gave me a heart attack." He uttered.
"Sorry about that." You grinned mischievously. You noticed his face and sluggish movements. "Are you okay? You don't look so well." You commented.
He smiled, "I'm fine. I just haven't had any coffee today so I'm a bit sleepier than usual." Your mouth formed an 'o' until you remembered you had a thermos of coffee.
You pulled out the metal thermos and poured some into the cup. You handed it to him, "Here! I usually give this to Jaemin and Renjun to drink but it won't hurt if you had some." You smiled.
He chuckled, "Thank you, Y/N." He took the small cup and sipped on the warm liquid.
"Ah, just what I needed." A few more sips and he looked a bit more energetic.
"Are you ready for practice?" He asked you. You nod excitedly, "Sir, yes sir!" You salute.
Both of you shared a laugh before heading to the grand piano.
You took out the sheet music you printed earlier and arranged it on the music rack.
"Have you played the song yet?" He asked. You shook your head, "Nope, sorry." You apologised. He bumped his shoulder with yours, "It's okay."
Truthfully, Kun was nervous. He really wanted to play this piece. Why? He had no clue. It just felt right.
He silently prayed it would finally work.
You looked over the notes a few times, processing each bar and note.
"Ready?" He asked. You nod, your eyes not tearing away from the sheet music.
He began playing first and eventually you followed along.
So far so good. He thought
The song began to form a sweet and beautiful melody that resonated around the room. Both hands working together in harmony.
It was reaching the part where Kun would always fail but both of you went through it swiftly, not a mistake in sight. Kun's eyes widened as he couldn't hide his wide smile.
Y/N was too focused on the song to realise her partner's reaction. As the song came to an end, both bodies began breathing heavily, as if they were dancing together.
Kun turned to you with a full-blown smile. "I don't think we'll need that much practice. That was incredible!" He cheered.
You laughed at your professor's cute reaction. "Surprisingly, yes. We did quite well for a first try." You agreed.
Kun couldn't believe it. All this time, he was struggling to play this song alone or with someone else when really all he needed was you.
"This calls for a celebration!" He clapped. He ran out of the studio, stopping by the door "Wait here!" He said excitedly.
You giggled as you watched him run off somewhere. You sat in the studio, looking around and realising that soon, you won't be coming here anymore.
You won't be having music evaluations all the time, or you won't get to play together as a class anymore.
And most importantly, you won't get to see Kun anymore.
Your heart suddenly clenched at the sudden thought, you placed a hand on your chest and rubbed it to ease the tight feeling.
Although Kun was your professor, he has always been more to you.
An older brother? A friend? A guardian angel?
He would always listen to whatever you had to talk about, he basically knew everything about you except for your family situation.
"Snacks for my prized student!" He ran in, bags of different kinds of snacks in hand.
You let out a loud laugh, watching as he ran in.
He sat down on the floor and opened the bags and placed it towards you. "Here you go!"
Both of you began chowing down on the junks and you noticed how it was a bit too quiet for your liking.
"Wanna play 20 questions?" You suggested. He nodded, "sounds good." He popped a chip into his mouth. "You go first." He said.
"Okay… your favourite time of the year?" You asked. He thought about it and snapped his fingers, "I really enjoy the springtime. Everything is in bloom and the weather is just right." He explained.
"Alright, how are you always arriving to class so much earlier than everyone else?" He asked.
You took a piece of popcorn, "Uhm… I just like to get out of my house as fast as possible." You uttered. Kun's playful expression soon changed to a more serious and worried one.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked. You threw a piece of popcorn to him. "That's two questions, sir. My turn first." You joked. He rolled his eyes playfully as he threw a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it with his mouth.
"Your thoughts on soulmates and the process of finding them." You asked.
Kun straightened up. This topic has always been a bit touchy for him and it wasn't because he doesn't believe in it but it's because he can't find his soulmate mark. He's checked every inch of his body and it was nowhere to be seen.
"I think… soulmates are a fascinating concept. Just the thought that there's someone out there for you who will make you feel whole and loved till the end of your days is just so beautiful."
"As for the process, I wish it was easier. I wish it was something more noticeable, y' know?"
You stared at Kun. You've never seen this side of him and you're glad you did. Kun played around with his shoelaces, a simple and cute action.
"Okay, my turn. Same question, why do you like leaving your house early?" He asked.
You sighed, "I promised myself not to drag you into this but since you asked," you breathed out. "My relationship with my dad and step-mom is kind of… awkward." you started.
"You see, it's not like they're mean to me or anything, it's just that I wasn't really close to my dad, to begin with, and he married a lady two years ago and well, it's especially worse whenever he leaves for trips." You explained.
"And whenever I do see my dad, it's always about work. It's really difficult for me to hold a proper conversation with them." you drank a bit of Sprite.
"So, in short, you don't hate them, you're just not close to them…?" He asked. You nodded, "Basically."
"Ah, I see." He continued. "What's your stepmom like?" He asked.
You shrugged, "She's nice and all but I've never experienced a proper mother and daughter relationship so maybe that's why it's a bit hard for me to accept her. The only motherly figure I had was my grandma."
He nodded, "That's understandable but you should give her a chance. Maybe get to know her a bit. She could be a great person." He suggested.
You shrugged, "One day, I'll try." You said. He nodded, “Slowly but surely, Y/N.”
Many questions later and soon both of you were sprawled on the floor, full of junk food.
"I feel so… bloated." You said. He burped, "Yeah." He agreed.
You turned over to face him, "If someone were to pass by, they'd think we're friends and not teacher and student." You joked.
His brows furrowed as he turned to face you, his face slightly closer to yours.
"Aren't we friends though?" He turned to you. You stared into those beautiful, brown eyes and smiled softly.
All this time, you never knew Kun saw you as a friend. You always just thought he saw you as a friendly student but now that he said that, you couldn't help but feel your heart swell.
"Yeah, I guess we are."
You reached home, your body still feeling a little giddy from earlier. You didn't know what it was but the way he stared at you made you feel a certain way.
Before opening the door, you sighed. You began patting your face.
"Y/N, he probably has a soulmate and you have yours. We can't ruin the process just because of some stupid crush you have. C'mon girly, push those feelings aside for now. He's just being friendly." You told yourself.
Walking into the house, you heard the same Italian opera but this time you heard laughter. You walked towards the laughter and saw your father and stepmom slow dancing.
You wanted to leave them to it but you couldn't help but watch. Something about the way your father was softly caressing her hair as she rested her head on his chest made your chest warm a little.
"Oh Y/N!" Your stepmom noticed your presence.
"Uh hi." You waved. Her cheeks were turning a soft shade of pink while your dad couldn't help but laugh.
"No, no, keep going. Don't let me be the reason for you guys to stop. I'll be upstairs." You teased lightly as you walked up. You turned on your computer and waited for Jaemin and Renjun.
"Hey bubs, how was practice?" Renjun asked.
You sigh, a longing looks evident on her face, “It was good."
Kun reached home excitedly, wanting to tell Sicheng about Y/N.
"Dong Sicheng!" He called. Sicheng who was working in the kitchen peeked through the walkway, "Oh hey Kun." He walked towards Kun, keeping his glasses in his pocket.
Kun gave Sicheng a big hug, "it worked, Y/N helped me finish the song." He said. Sicheng smiled and patted Kun's back.
Kun began telling Sicheng about everything that happened and Sicheng noticed how there were crows feet forming at the side of Kun's eyes and how he was smiling so much.
And Kun wasn't just talking about the earlier events but he was talking about how amazing you are, as a person.
Sicheng grinned and thought to himself, for the first time ever, Kun actually likes someone.
"So, he got your snacks after class? That's so nice!" Jaemin pouted.
"I'll buy you snacks, love." Minseo kissed his cheek.
Renjun made a face, "I've never felt more single." He sighed.
You let out a laugh, "It's okay, me too." you reassured Renjun. Jaemin smacked Renjun on the back, “Dude, don’t worry she’s out there somewhere! You just gotta keep hoping and never stop believing” Jaemin gave him a side hug, “Also, here!” he gave a fat kiss on Renjun’s cheek.
“OH MY GOD JAEMIN, WHY?” Renjun screeched. Jaemin grinned, proud of himself, “You needed some love and I gave it.” he said.
Minseo looked at you and you turned to her, shaking your head. “Do you now know what I have to deal with every day?” you pointed. Minseo giggled and nodded, “They are quite a handful.” she agreed.
“You too, Y/N. Don’t give up, be patient, and hope for the best.” Renjun finally pushed Jaemin’s face away and smiled. The corner of your lip raised slightly.
“AND BY THE BEST, HE MEANS PROFESSOR QIAN!” Jaemin pushed Renjun out of the frame.
You groaned and gave yourself a facepalm, “Really, Nana?” you shook your head.
Just as you were going to continue, you heard a faint knock on your door.
“Come in.” you press mute on your mic. Your stepmom walked in with a plate of cookies.
“Hi, dear. I made these earlier. I thought maybe you’d like to try some.” she handed the plate to you. You smiled softly, “Thank you, Lilian.” you thanked her. Her eyes widened and she tried to hide her wide smile.
“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything, okay? Your father had gone to play golf with a few friends.” you chuckled, “What’s new?” you joked and she laughed along.
The door closed and you turned to the screen, Renjun and Jaemin watching you with their eyes widened and mouths hanging.
“Did… did you just have a proper conversation with her?” Renjun asked, clearly shocked. You shrugged, “She came all the way up here to give me cookies, plus, I was just thanking her.” you bit into one and it was absolutely delicious.
Slowly but surely.
“Kun, this part is a bit confusing. Can we try again?” you asked. Kun nodded and the both of you were playing again and again but something was missing.
It wasn’t the same as the first day and both of you knew it. “What are we doing wrong?” you whispered.
“You noticed too, huh?” he asked, sweat trickling down his forehead. You nodded with scrunched brows. “I don’t get it, we were playing just fine the other day.”
You breathed out and looked over the music sheets. “This is the fifth time we tried. What could it be?”
Kun stood behind Y/N and stared at the piano, he was trying to figure out the solution to this.
A sudden knock scared the both of you, “Mr Qian?”, Mr Micheals, the music therapy teacher peeked into the room.
“Oh, Agus, how can I help you?” he turned. Professor Micheals didn’t seem to realise that you were there.
“I actually need you for a few minutes.” he gave Kun a knowing look. Kun’s eyes widened and he nodded, “I’ll be out in a sec,” he told Professor Micheals.
He turned to you and he gave an apologetic look, “Y/N, I’m really sorry-”
“Wait what, no, no you don’t have to apologise. I’ll figure out what’s wrong with the song.” she smiled cutely.
He poked her cheek and grinned, running out of the studio.
She placed a hand on her cheek, at where he touched. The sudden action causing her to smile shyly, internally squealing.
She began to play the song but this time, it was much worse. On the first day, the song felt light and smooth. It was as if you were in the movie and experiencing all the magic. It was as if you were in the flower field with… him.
But today it was empty and it didn’t give you the same feeling. Why did Kun choose this song?
You decided to play a different song, for the time being. The piano solo played by Victor in Corpse Bride, your favourite.
Kun and Agus were going to walk in when he heard Y/N play a different song. She calmly pressed at the keys, the notes probably engraved in her mind.
Kun recognised the song, it was the song that caught his attention on the first day of class. The morning was cold and he was rather sleepy and would rather like to sleep in but alas, he was in the studio, having an evaluation test that was requested by their previous lecturer.
When he first called out Y/N, he didn’t think too much of her. Yes, she was very pretty and the beige overalls she wore on that day were very cute but that was all.
It was no wonder, everyone seemed so excited to watch her play. She was… breathtakingly stunning.
And throughout that entire class, he looked up to see the young student show her talents. He looked around and noticed how engrossed her peers were as she played the song.
He was expecting to hear a classic but till this day, she has never once failed to surprise her.
Kun watched as she played the same song, just like the first time, her expression was sad and you could tell the song meant something to her. But what?
“She really is a talented student. No wonder you chose her to play along with you.” Agus praised as he too watched by the doorway.
“Yeah, she’s incredible.”
There was a small but growing feeling in his heart that maybe, just maybe, Y/N was always meant to play this song with him all along. He didn’t need anyone else. It has always been her.
But his heart sank at the harsh reality that someone better is out there waiting for her.
“So… why did Professor Micheals call you?” you asked. “Did you get into trouble?” you asked seriously.
He shook his head, “Mr Micheals was just informing me of something.” he waved the topic off.
The walk to the parking lot was quiet, you were going to his house with Jaemin and Renjun a bit later.
He walked you to your motorbike and you turned to him, "Thanks for walking me." You thanked him. He nodded, "it's the least I could do since I made you stay back." He said.
You were going to get on but you turned to him. "We'll figure it out. I know we will." You looked at him with determination.
"That's what I like to hear. I'll see you soon, Y/N." He spun on his heel and walked to his car.
You smiled to yourself and wore your jacket and helmet. You made an order this morning at Kun's favourite noodle place across town. He told you he loved going there but he never had time to go. You thought it would be a nice surprise.
You weren't planning on staying home for long, just needed a quick shower and a change of clothes.
"I'm home." You shut the door. Lilian walked in, wiping her hands with a towel.
"Welcome home, dear." She said before massaging her head softly.
You walked towards her, "Are you alright?" You hesitantly asked. She nodded, "Of course, dear." She smiled.
"Are you sure? I have some medicine in my room if you'd like?" You offered. She shook her head, "I'm fine, Y/N. Just a little dizzy."
You nodded, "Where's dad?" You asked. She sighed, "He had to attend a meeting in town."
She looked down at the bags of food in your hands.
She pointed at them, "I'm guessing you're going to Jaemin and Renjun's?" She grinned.
You shook your head, "It's a different friend. He and his housemates recently got a dog and he asked if we'd like to visit." You explained.
She nodded and smiled, "I see. Well, tell the boys I said hi and be safe, okay?" She smiled one last time before turning around to the living room.
You smiled, slowly but surely.
You walked to the kitchen counter and took out the two tupperwares of noodles you got for them. You got your dad's favourite beef noodle soup and potato and beef noodles.
You took a post-it and wrote,
"bought you guys some food! I hope you like them, I might be home a bit late. :))"
You ran to your room and took a quick shower and changed into a black turtleneck and tucked it into a pair of high waisted, beige pants.
You wore the necklace your dad bought for you and let your hair down.
You looked at yourself, pretty proud of the look. Your eyes glanced to your medicine box. You smiled and took out the medicine that has helped you for coughing and headaches. You took your bag and skipped down the stairs. You walked back to the kitchen and placing the medicine on the note.
You grabbed the food and placed it in between your legs as you started your motorbike.
You heard the chatter and laughter outside their house and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened and you were greeted by Yangyang.
"Yangyang!" You squealed as you attacked him in a hug.
"Hey, Y/N! Come on in, Jaemin and Renjun just arrived." You walked in and saw that everyone was preparing the food.
"Everyone, Y/N is here!" Yangyang announced.
Yukhei came running for you, picking you up and twirling you around. You laughed loudly, "Ah, it's good to see you again!" Yukhei gave one last squeeze.
"I haven't seen you guys in so long." You smiled at the noisy but welcoming atmosphere.
Xiaojun came in, Bella in his arms while Louis was playing around Hendery's feet.
You squealed, "Oh my god, she's so small!" Xiaojun handed her to you.
You gave the puppy kisses, earning an adorable whine. You awe and tickled her little round belly.
"Okay, who is ready for some- Woah." Kun walked out of the kitchen, looking at you.
He looked at you and his heart did a few turns.
And the fact that you were being extremely adorable with Bella made it even better.
You turned to Kun and waved at him. He wore a navy collared shirt, loosely tucked into a pair of black pants.
You couldn't help but giggle at the pink mittens he was wearing. You placed Bella down and walked up to him.
"Look what I got for you!" You lifted the bag. He gasped, "But their shop is halfway across town!" His eyes widened.
You nodded, "It's a quick trip if you go by motorbike. Plus, take it as a thank you." You handed it to him.
He raised a brow, "what for?" He asked.
"Well, firstly the snacks and well, for being an amazing teacher and friend." You smiled, giving him a hug.
Before Kun could react, you walked to Renjun and Jaemin who were talking to Xiaojun and Yukhei.
His face warmed and he ran to the kitchen where Sicheng was preparing the plates and cups.
"What's up with you?" Sicheng asked. Kun jumped and shook his head, "Nothing, just a bit warm out there."
Sicheng peeked outside and smirked when he saw Y/N.
"Ah, I see. Well, I'll make sure to decrease the temperature then." He said cheekily as he walked out.
Soon all of you were sitting around the living room and chowing down on all the good food.
"Whoever made this, can I marry you?" You muttered without thinking.
Kun's eyes widened. Sicheng began cackling to the point he was coughing.
"Kun made this! It's his speciality." Ten pointed at the beef and vegetable dish on the table. Your mouth fell and you turned to your two best friends who were holding in their laughter.
"Oh, uhm… it's really good!" You smiled awkwardly.
"Thank you, Y/N." Kun looked down, hiding the now obvious red blush on his face.
It was nice seeing everyone talking, eating and overall enjoying each other's company.
You were currently having a nice cup of coffee with Sicheng talking about random topics.
"How's practice going?" He asked. "It's been okay, I guess."
Sicheng placed his mug down, "oh, you don't sound so pleased." He stated.
You shook your head, "no, no. Everything is good but in our recent practice sessions, the music just doesn't feel right." You explained.
"Y'know when you do something and it's perfect but for some reason, you can't do it ever again? That's what's been going on." Sicheng nodded as you spoke.
"I can tell Kun is getting stressed out by it. He tends to blame himself for it but it's not his fault at all. I don't think I'm the right person for this." You continued.
Sicheng turned and saw Kun playing a board game with Jaemin and Hendery.
He sighed and turned to you, "I don't know if he ever wanted to tell you this but… he's been stressed out over this song even before you played it together."
You tilt your head to the side, "What do you mean?"
"Kun hasn't been able to play this song by himself or with anyone else. It's like a block, he can't pass it no matter what."
"He had played it with a few other people, including myself but it never worked."
"So, when I suggested playing it with you, he wasn't so hopeful at first. It's not because he doesn't believe in you but it's because he genuinely thought he could never play this song. When he came home telling me that you were the right person, he was beyond happy."
"Y/N, you are the right person." He placed a hand on your shoulder.
You parked your motorbike out at the garage and walked in. After the little talk you had with Sicheng, it made you think. Why am I so special? How come it only worked with me?
You walked into the house and stopped dead in your tracks. You spotted Lilian unconscious in the living room.
"Oh my god, Lilian!" You ran to her, dropping your bag on the floor. You began slapping her face lightly, trying to wake her up.
She was still breathing but it was very slow. You quickly called an ambulance. They gave you instructions to try and wake her up but nothing seemed to have worked.
Soon, you heard the sirens outside your house and the paramedics ran in.
"How long has she been unconscious?" They asked. You shook your head, "I-I don't know. I just got back." You stuttered.
They took her out and you follow behind on your motorbike.
She was brought into the ER and you were told to wait outside. You quickly called your dad, freaking out.
"Hello? What's the matter?" Your dad asked, slightly annoyed.
"D-dad… please come to the hospital. Something happened to Lilian."
He was silent before he hung up. You waited and waited and waited. No one has come out to tell you what happened.
Your dad rushed in, looking everywhere.
"Dad!" You ran to him.
For the first time in years, your dad gave you a proper hug.
"Where is she? What happened?" He asked.
"The doctors are still checking up on her." You said.
"Miss Y/N?" You heard someone call you. You turned and pulled your dad with you.
"Yes, that's me." You declared.
"Well, the good news is she's awake. She experienced a sudden drop in her blood pressure. Do you know if she's had that problem before?" The doctor asked.
You shook your head, so did your dad. "Well, it would be best if she stays in the hospital for a while. We would just like to observe her since she's never had this problem before." He informed him.
"Ah, thank you, doctor." You bowed a little.
Your dad turned to you as soon as the doctor left.
"Why didn't you call me sooner?" He asked, pain in his voice.
"I came home and she was already on the floor." You said. Before you explained further, your dad turned you to face him.
"What? You weren't at home?" He asked, his face hardening.
"Well, yeah. I got home and I even bought you guys food. I told her that I was leaving and she told me to stay safe." You explained.
"Was she already different before?" He asked.
"She did complain about a headache but she told me not to worry about it." You added.
Your dad's brows furrowed, "You're telling me you left her alone even when you already noticed she wasn't feeling well?" He raised his voice.
"Y-yes. She said I could go." You tried to reason.
"That doesn't matter, Y/N! That was very irresponsible of you. What would've happened if it was worse, huh? Gosh, you only think of yourself." He yelled.
"I get it, you don't like her but seriously, this bad?!"
Some people were already looking at you. "Dad, please not here. People are staring." You whispered.
"Do I look like I care? How could you do that, Y/N?" He grabbed you by the arm.
Your eyes turned glassy, blurred by the tears. You were angry but also sad at the fact that he somehow twisted it to be your fault.
"You wanna lecture me about being selfish? What about you? You went out to play golf with your friends! You're barely home, to begin with, and when you are you don’t care about us, About me!" You yelled back.
"Don't you ever think about how I feel, huh? You came home on my birthday, suddenly announcing you were getting married again and you didn't even ask if I was okay with that!"
"I don't even feel like I'm at home anymore. I wish grandma was still alive so I could've lived with her instead of being stuck the both of you." You pulled your arm away. "At least, she actually loved me. You could've at least pretended like you actually cared and not just use me to brag to your friends."
"Y/N…" he sounded hurt, maybe a bit regretful but you didn't care.
"No, don't. Just leave me alone. That's what you're good at, right?" You hissed as you ran out of the ER.
You got onto your motorbike, starting it with tears streaming down your face.
"I can't go home." You muttered.
You stopped by a building and called Jaemin.
The number you're trying to reach is currently busy. Please try again.
You pressed Renjun’s number this time and it was the same.
Whose place could you stay at for now?
Then suddenly, the very person you knew you needed the most popped up on your mind.
You pressed his number, silently praying he'd pick up.
"Miss me already?" He answered in a playful manner. You let out a sigh of relief.
"Kun?" Your voice broke a bit.
Kun shifted from his seat. "Y/N… what's wrong?" He asked, noticing the sound of sniffling.
"I… can I come over?" She asked.
"Of course, where are you? I'll come to get you." He stood up.
"N-no, it's okay. I'll be there in a few minutes. I need to get some stuff anyway."
She hung up and Kun immediately ran to the guest room. Hendery and Xiaojun who were up were curious about the noise and checked on Kun.
"Everything okay here?" Hendery asked.
"Y/N's staying over." Was all Kun said as he replaced the bed sheets and pillowcases.
"Wait what? Is that allowed?" Xiaojun asked.
Kun stopped whatever he was doing and thought about it.
"No… it isn't but she sounded like she needs help and I hope you guys are okay with that."
"Oh dude, of course, we are. I'm just worried that it would affect both of you, y' know since she's your student." Xiaojun explained himself.
Kun had forgotten that Y/N was his student. They were both so comfortable with each other, they just sought like close friends.
"Thanks, Xiaojun." He smiled. "And we just have to pray nobody finds out."
Xiaojun and Hendery helped Kun tidy the room up when Sicheng suddenly walked in.
"What's going on?" He asked, clearly confused.
"Y/N is coming." Hendery simply answered as he pulled the bed sheet to straighten it.
Sicheng turned to Kun. "This late?" He crossed his hands over his chest.
"Yeah, seemed pretty serious." He replied.
Sicheng smirked again, "I see, I see. No funny business, now Kun." Sicheng turned around as he walked out.
Wait for what? He paused.
"How did you - oh fuck." He plopped on the bed. Was he that obvious?
Xiaojun cocked his head and turned to Kun, who was really questioning everything.
"No…" Xiaojun covered his mouth. "NO FUCKING WAY!" he said.
"Can you quiet down?" Kun smacked his shoulder.
"THIS MAKES ME WORRY EVEN MORE." he pointed at Kun.
Hendery who was still confused finally caught on. "OH MY GOD, YOU LIKE HER DON'T YOU?" Hendery screamed. "Why didn't you tell us?" He asked as he giggled.
"Because I knew you'd react that way." He sighed as he rubbed his face.
"Whatever, we'll talk about this another time. She'll be here anytime now and-" they froze as the doorbell went off.
Kun pushed Hendery out of the way and ran down the stairs.
He quickly opened the door and his heart dropped.
Y/N's was clearly red and puffy from crying, she had some makeup smudged and she looked like she could barely talk.
Kun pulled her into the house, giving her a tight hug.
This was the second hug they shared in one day. The first one was quick and barely meant anything but this one, was warmth and worry.
"C'mon." He tried to pull away but Y/N pulled him back and wrapped her hands around his waist.
"Wait… a bit longer please." She whispered. Kun sighed and hugged her even tighter.
He placed his chin on the top of her head while she rested her cheek on his warm chest.
She finally pulled away and looked up. "Thank you." Was all she said.
He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Anything for you." He smiled.
Both of them walked up to the guest room and Kun let her settle in.
Kun walked into his bedroom, sitting on his bed before finally lying down.
So many thoughts were going through his head but he had to wait for her to open up when she was comfortable enough.
You heard the soft chatter and bustle downstairs and you thought it was best to get up and freshen up a bit.
You looked into the mirror and hissed at your appearance. Your eyes had gotten red and puffy from all that crying. You didn’t even bother washing your face before passing out.
Kun had prepared quite a big breakfast since it was the weekend. Yukhei walked in, still in a robe as he yawned.
“There’s so much food!” he said excitedly. Sicheng drank his tea, “We had a late-night guest and Kun wants her to feel very welcomed.” Sicheng opened the newspapers and crossed his legs.
Kun came behind Sicheng and smacked the back of his head, “Quit it, yeah?” he said with clenched teeth.
“Can’t help it, Kun. It's the first time you’ve ever liked a girl. The best part is that all of us know her.” Hendery defended Sicheng as he grabbed a piece of toast.
“Woah, Woah, Kun likes someone? And we’ve met her? And she’s here?” Yukhei questioned. Hendery nodded and Sicheng smirked.
Kun groaned, “Seriously guys? Stop it, it’s never gonna happen.” he waved his spatula in the air.
“Who is it?” Yukhei whined.
“How are you so sure it will never happen?” Sicheng countered.
“Because she doesn’t feel the same? And it’s wrong in many ways like firstly, I’m her lecturer and two, she probably has a soulmate.”
“Who is it??” Yukhei kept asking, jumping around in his seat.
“How is it wrong if it’s true love?” Hendery replied.
“Because it would be true love if it went both ways. She doesn’t like me like that, now drop. It.” Kun said seriously.
“FOR FUCK SAKE WHO IS THIS GIRL?” Yukhei finally stood up and yelled.
“What’s going on?” they heard a small voice. Yukhei turned around and froze.
He slowly turned to Kun, shock evident in his face. He began stuttering and pointing at Y/N.
Before he could say anything Xiaojun swiftly covered his mouth and pulled him to the kitchen. Kun smiled awkwardly, “Uhm, I’ll go get the rest of the food.” He scratched the back of his neck before running into the kitchen.
Upon Kun’s arrival, Yukhei began to freak out.
“KUN, WHAT THE FUCK?” Lucas nearly screamed before the two other shushed him.
“I know but it’s complicated, okay?” Kun replied back.
“No, I meant WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?” he repeatedly smacked Kun on the back.
“How come they got to know before I did?” he asked, slightly offended.
“Wh..what?? You’re mad because of that?” his shoulders drooped. Yukhei nodded, “Yeah man. I always had a feeling that there was something going on between the two of you. Like, have you seen the way both of you interact?”
Kun sighed as he leaned against the counter, “I thought you were disappointed in me.” Kun confessed.
“Why would I be disappointed? I mean, I’m lowkey worried if you get fired but you’re both grown adults, you’re only four years older than her. Plus, what if she was your soulmate?” Yukhei questions.
Kun looked taken aback. If Y/n was his soulmate, he was pretty sure they would’ve realised by now.
“Don’t give me hope,” Kun muttered.
“No, seriously think about it. What if Y/N do like you too but you can’t see it? Stop putting yourself down like that.” Yukhei walked up to Kun and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks, Yukhei but I highly doubt it. Now, c’mon before they get curious.” he walked out.
Y/N bit into the slice of buttered toast and hummed at the warm and melted butter.
“You okay, kiddo?” Sicheng rested his arms on the table.
You shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to go back home for a bit.”
“Hey, it’s okay. Just stay here until you feel ready to go back.”
“Thank you, Sicheng.” you smiled warmly.
Kun finally walked out and this was the most casual you’ve ever seen him. He wore a white sweater paired with black sweats.
“Morning.” he greeted. You smiled, “Morning, Kun.” he took the seat next to yours.
“So, what do you guys usually do on the weekends?” you asked.
Hendery shrugged, “we usually hang out and do our own thing. Sometimes, we go out together.” you nodded, chewing slowly on your toast.
“We weren’t planning on doing much this weekend though. So it might get a bit boring.” Yukhei mentioned.
“It’s alright. I’ll probably play with Bella and Louis if I’m bored.” you smiled.
“You can call Jaemin and Renjun if you like,” Sicheng added.
“Oh no, they’ve gone to Jaemin’s hometown for the weekend. Jaemin wanted to introduce his soulmate to his parents,” you said. “Renjun followed for support.”
The men all awed, “That’s really nice. Tell him we wish him good luck.” Hendery exclaimed.
You began talking with everyone comfortably, smiling and laughing once in a while.
Kun smiled at how perfectly you fit into this situation. Having breakfast with him and his best friends, chatting about, quite sleepily.
And it made him wonder, would life be this great if Y/N stayed in it?
Y/N turned to Kun who was adding his inputs once in a while, chuckling along to whatever joke Yukhei had made. Smiling and shaking his head once in a while with his messy hair and black slippers.
Her mind began to drift into thinking of how nice her life would be if Kun was in it. Not just until graduation but for much, much longer.
You liked him and you were too scared to admit it because you were scared of rejection and being pushed away once someone better comes along in his life.
It was your second week there and you were adamant on paying rent but the boys didn’t allow it. Instead, you pay in the form of doing chores. The boys had stopped you several times but they gave up after realising there was nothing stopping you. You and Kun also continued with practice but you still faced the same problem.
You were currently studying at the dining table when Kun walked downstairs.
“Hey, what are you studying?” he sat next to you.
“Music history and therapy.” you sighed as you looked at him. At this point, both of you were comfortable to the point of cuddling on the sofa while watching movies or him letting you borrow his hoodies.
And to be honest, you don’t want things to change.
“Do you need help?” he asked. You shook your head, “I’m good. Also, Kun can we continue practising later?” you asked.
He hummed, “If you mean tonight, then sure.” he stood up.
You looked at him in confusion, “I actually wanted to practice after studying.” you suggested.
“Ah, no can do, Y/N. we’re all going out.” he grinned.
“Oh, where are we going?” you asked. You got up. He wiggled his eyebrows, “You’ll see~ Just wear something casual.” he walked back up.
“So, nobody is telling me where we’re going?” you asked. Kun shook his head, “Nope! It’s a surprise.” he grinned as he drove.
Yukhei and Ten sat behind, laughing among themselves.
“Do you realise something?” you asked. He hummed, “What?”
“Study week is a week from now,” you said.
He turned to you and nodded, “What about it?”
“It means, I’m gonna be graduating soon,” you added.
“Aren’t you happy about that though?” he smiled. You shrugged and faced the window.
“I don’t know really. I mean, besides studying, I had a great time.” Kun snorted at your previous comment.
“I have two amazing best friends, my classmates weren’t problematic and I have a pretty cool teacher who cares about me alot.”
Kun grinned smugly, “Ah, who is this ‘pretty cool teacher, eh Y/N?” he turned to you.
You thought about it, “Madam Lim, without a doubt.” you joked.
Kun’s face dropped and he began to pout, “Ah, I see. Well, I guess your rant the other day doesn’t mean much to you anymore, huh?” he replied.
You gasped, “Oh no, I’m still mad about her calling me out like that.” you smirked. He rolled his eyes causing both of you to laugh.
“I’m gonna miss you,” you said. Kun’s face soften,
“You can always visit, y’ know? I’m pretty sure you’re an honorary roommate now.”
“Mhm, that’s true,” Yukhei said.
“Definitely.” Ten added.
“Thanks, guys.” you turned behind.
“It’s not gonna be the same y’ know?” you sighed. “I see you almost every day. Even when I don’t have class, I’ll always bump into you.”
He sighed and smiled, “I know, Y/N. I’m gonna miss you and your large appetite.” he took one hand off the steering wheel to pat your head. You giggled, “I like head pats.”
He raised a brow, “You do? Well, I should pat your head more often.” he smiled.
You giggled and shook your head.
You thought about your life after uni. You’ll have to find a job, hopefully, move somewhere.
But the worst of all, you won’t get to see Kun as much as you’d like to. Your heart hurt at the thought. He’s been there for you ever since he came to teach and you couldn't imagine life without him in it.
“We’re here!” Ten points. To your right, you saw bright and colourful lights and your eyes widened. You grabbed his arm, “Are we… at the lantern festival?”
He nodded proudly, “I remembered you told me your grandmother used to bring you but he stopped. I thought it would be nice to bring you.” he chuckled.
“KUN!” you whined cutely, “That’s so sweet. I can’t believe you remembered.” he couldn’t see it but you were blushing like crazy.
Kun rolled up his black sweater sleeves, turned and placed a hand behind your headrest to park.
With the beautiful lights reflecting onto his face, he looked like he jumped out of a romantic drama.
You felt incredibly small when he did that and the only thing going through your head was,
Oh my god, that’s so hot
Ten and Yukhei cheered as they ran out of the car. Kun turned back and unbuckled his seatbelt.
He turned to you and waved his hand in front of your face, “Y/N? We’re here.” he said.
“Huh?” you snapped out of your trance, “Oh, we’re here.” you looked around.
He chuckled and nodded, “Yeah, we are.” Kun opened his door and walked over to yours. He opened the door and held his hand out. You grabbed it and got out.
The other boys waited for both of you.
Sicheng and Yukhei nudged each other, giggling. Kun narrowed his eyes, signalling for them to stop.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” you asked innocently. Sicheng shook his head, “Nothing, Yukhei just pointed at something funny.” Sicheng answered calmly.
Yangyang and Ten were jumping out of excitement, they were already running around and looked around in awe, amazed at the colourful lights.
You walked side by side with Kun, reminiscing the times you walked around with your grandmother.
“I remembered having so much fun and grandma had to chase me around because I would run off without her realising,” you mentioned.
“Ah, your poor grandmother’s kneecaps.” he hissed. You lightly bumped into him, “She was a strong old lady. She’d wack, my dad if she had to.” you chuckled.
“Do you remember the song I played on the first day of class?” you asked.
He nodded, “Yeah, it was from The Corpse Bride right?” he asked
“Yeah, well that was my favourite movie when I was a kid. My grandma taught me that song.” you reminisced.
“Could you believe that was the first-ever song I learnt? She was tough but loving. I basically started playing with songs from movies.”
“But nowadays, I can’t watch that movie without crying. I miss her alot,” you said.
“She would be very proud of you, Y/N.”
“I hope she is.”
You admired the beautiful lights and lanterns. Families and couples were enjoying themselves. Kids were all running around, even Yangyang and Ten.
Kun kept looking at her, “Y/N, do you plan on going back home?” he asked, a bit more serious than usual.
You eyed him, “Planning on kicking me out, sir?” you asked.
“No, I like having you around but… why did you leave, exactly?”
Y/N hasn’t opened up about what had happened and he thought it was best to finally ask.
“Hmm, how about I tell you later when we’re practising?” you sighed, “I’d like to enjoy this.”
“Of course, whenever is fine.” Kun smiled and they continued walking around.
The boys were all pushing and playing around, you and Kun just watched from behind.
“This is really nice.” you breathed in.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Kun, they’re lighting lanterns!” Yangyang called.
“Shall we?” he pointed. You nodded enthusiastically, grabbing his hand and running to the area.
“C’mon, write a wish!” Hendery pointed at the lanterns.
You and Kun paid for your lanterns and began writing.
Everyone began hanging your lanterns on the wall, alongside the hundreds of other lanterns.
“What did you wish for?” he asked. You shook your head, "It won't come true if I tell you, dummy." You teased.
You looked around and sighed, "Sure is beautiful, isn't it?" You smiled softly.
"Yeah, it is."
As your eyes were on the colourful lanterns, his were on you, the entire time.
"Okay, we'll do one round and we'll continue another time, okay?" You offered.
"Sounds good. I'm pretty sleepy, not gonna lie." He yawned.
Both of you sat closely, breathing in and beginning in sync.
Still no changes. You shrugged, "It's okay. We still have more time." You smiled.
He sighed, quite disappointingly.
You nudged him, "I think it's time to tell you about what happened with my parents."
"Well, before the potluck, my stepmom mentioned her having a headache but she told me I could, y' know to go for the potluck anyways. Well, she fainted due to low blood pressure and my dad decided it would be better if he blamed it on me."
Kun's eyebrows furrowed, clearly irritated.
"All I want is to be loved. Yes, I have Jaemin and Renjun but I don't know what familial love is and it sucks because I want to know what it feels like to have a loving family but I don't know what family is…" a tear fell from your face.
Kun immediately pulled you in for a hug, stroking your hair gently.
"Hey... hey. I'm here, I'm here." He whispered.
"My dad was never there for me and my mom passed away before anything happened in my life. I just… I feel so lonely." You said. "Maybe I was destined to be alone forever."
Kun pulled you so you were facing him. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, "Listen to me, you're not alone. You have amazing friends who are willing to do anything for you. And I hope… someone special will come into your life and show you what love and family truly is." He ended.
"Kun, I don't even think I have a soulmate." You coughed.
"What? No, Y/N everyone does. You just need to be patient." He kissed the top of your head lightly.
You sobbed even harder, "I don't even have a soulmate mark, Kun." You admitted.
Kun's heart dropped, he thought he was the only one who couldn't find his mark.
He breathed in and faced you again, "Y/N, did you know that yellow is the rarest colour for soulmates to achieve?" He asked.
You looked up, "What?"
He nodded and hugged you tighter than before. He placed his chin on your head and rubbed your back.
"It is stated that soulmates who get the colour yellow are said to be so perfect, it's impossible to ever separate them because they have achieved true happiness, together with each other. With normal people, you could easily bump into your soulmate on the street and have no idea who they are but with this special group are blessed to have already known their soulmate." He rocked you back and forth.
He looked down and saw that her eyes had shut, sleeping soundly.
He chuckled, "And I wish, you'll meet your soulmate with the colour yellow."
Your exams were going to be for a week, and you were a nervous wreck.
You called Jaemin and Renjun, initially to study but you guys ended up talking.
“Wait, so your soulmate is Jaemin’s childhood neighbour?” you giggled.
“Yeah! We both got red.”
“Red? What were you arguing about?” you asked.
“You won’t believe it, they were fighting over peaches.” jaemin sighed.
“In my defence, she took the ripest one just as I was going to pick it.”
“Only you, Renjun. Only you.” you chuckled.
Jaemin went quiet for a while, his brows furrowing as he looked at you.
"Y/N, where are you?" Jaemin asked. "We've been calling since a few weeks ago and I know for a fact that’s, not your room."
You suck in a breath, "I never mentioned it huh?" You asked nervously.
"Mentioned what, exactly?" Renjun asked. "Bubs, where are you?" He asked, a bit more worried.
"Well, I'm obviously not home because I, uh had a fight with my dad and I'm actually at… kunzhouseh." You mumble at the end.
"What?" Jaemin asked.
"I'm… at kunshouse." You mumbled again.
"Speak louder, woman!" Renjun yelled.
"I’M STAYING AT KUN'S HOUSE!" you finally said.
"WHAT?!" they both said in unison.
"Well, you guys weren't home and well, he was the only person I could think of." You said softly.
"How long have you been staying there?" Jaemin asked.
"...I think we're about to reach a month." You replied.
The two of them looked at you and began screaming.
"AND WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL US THIS?"
"YOU'VE BEEN FULFILLING OUR SHIP AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL US?"
"Guys, calm down!" You panicked.
"HUSH, TELL US EVERYTHING. RIGHT NOW."
You were going to explain your situation when you heard a knock.
"Come in!" You said.
Kun peeked through the door, "Hey, it's dinner time." He said, walking towards your bed.
"Oh my god, is that Professor Qian?" Jaemin asked.
Kun popped up into the screen and waved, "Hey guys." He greeted them.
The two of them were trying their best not to scream and waved back.
"I'll see you downstairs, yeah?" He tapped your shoulder.
"Will do." You replied meekly.
At the sound of the door shutting the two of them began fanboying ridiculously, "I can't believe it, it's actually happening." Renjun panted.
"Whatever, I'll talk to you guys later." You pressed the hang-up button and went down for dinner.
You were washing the plates when you felt someone poke your side. "Shouldn't you be studying?" Kun asked. "Let me do the dishes." He said.
"No, no. You already prepared dinner. It's the least I could do." You said.
"We'll do it together, okay?" He bumped your hip to the side.
"I'll soap, you rinse?" He suggested. You hum and continued washing it quietly.
You suddenly chuckled at a thought.
"What is it?" He asked.
You shook your head, giggling "It's nothing."
“C’mon, tell me.” he bumped his hip with yours.
“I was just thinking of when we started getting close,” you told him.
“Miss Y/L/N, I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing any of your lecturers would like to see.” he stared at the girl who was lying down on the floor of the studio. Y/N jumped at the sudden voice.
“Sorry, sir. I was just listening to a song I wanted to play.” you sat up and pulled your earphones off.
“What song is it?” Kun asked, walking to his desk and putting on his glasses.
“Just some song from a movie.” you packed your satchel and looped it around your body.
He rolled his eyes, “Miss Y/L/N, I would’ve expected a classic from you. It’s a better practice than some… meaningless soundtrack.” he pushed his glasses to sit on the bridge of his nose comfortably.
“Really?” you smirked, slightly taken aback.
“Of course. You’re smart enough to know that you should master the classics first.”
You walked to his table and cocked your head to the side, “I think you’re wrong.” you stated confidently.
“Pardon?” he furrowed his brows and took off his glasses.
“Music is so broad and different, it’s not fair that we only pay attention to one type of genre.”
You replied.
“I’m merely teaching you what my teachers thought me.” he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Okay, sir. New lesson, what’s the meaning behind this song?” you jogged to the piano and began playing Fur Elise.
Kun was surprised to hear you play it so professionally.
“So?” you asked.
“Well, it means you don’t need that much practice anymore,” he remarked.
You gave him a look and he raised his hands in defence.
“The song was thought to be written for Therese, a woman that Beethoven wanted to marry in 1810, however, his handwriting was misspelt undergoing transcription, allowing the piece to be known as Fur Elise rather the Fur Therese,” he said cooly.
“Okay, so that’s what you learned right?” you asked.
“Where are you going with this, Miss Y/L/N?” he rubbed his face.
“Now, what’s a movie you watched recently?” you asked.
He thought about it, “How to train your dragon, the second one to be exact.”
You scrunched your eyebrows, “Wow, I didn’t think you liked watching cartoons.” you said.
“My housemates wanted to watch it,” he answered.
“Ah, well perfect actually.”
You began playing For the Dancing and Dreaming, the song Stoik and Valka sang together.
You played the song with two hands, making it sound sweeter than ever.
“That’s the song Stoik sang to Valka. Their wedding song,” he said.
You nodded, “Yes, and what did you remember about this song?” you asked.
“That he promised to love her for eternity.” he finally said. “I really have no idea what you’re doing.”
“Professor, don’t you realise something? Fur Elise was about a man who wrote a song about a girl, who was his student. She declined his proposal and didn’t end up marrying her.”
“But For the Dancing and Dreaming was about a couple who promised their loyalty and love even after they part. Stoic never stopped loving Valka till the end. Both songs had deep meanings behind them and they both had a similar theme. Love. ”
“So, yes maybe classics is what you were thought but why keep it there? What’s so wrong about starting fresh and learning something different? To say that soundtracks are meaningless is quite wrong, the songs usually reflect the stories of the characters.” you smiled at the end.
Kun was speechless, all his life he never delved into playing songs besides the ones he was thought or songs from ages ago. He looked at the student across from him, how did she manage to open his eyes so quickly.
“For a second-year student, you’re very wise,” he admitted.
You shrugged, “I just never understood why we had to keep it the same for so long. Change isn’t always bad, y’ know.”
The following week, Kun was handing out different sheet music to the students.
Everyone’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, he had given a piece from Beauty and The Beast.
“How about we change things up a bit, huh?” he smiled at everyone, his eyes especially focusing on you.
“I’m guessing the talk we had stuck with you, huh?” you walked to his desk after class. He arranged some papers, “Yeah, it did. I guess I wanted my lecturers to do the same but they were to old school to change anything. I’m glad you opened my eyes, Miss Y/L/N.” he bowed his head slightly.
“No problem, Mr Qian. and also, you can call me Y/N. I don’t particularly like my last name.” you admitted.
He nodded and raised his hand, “Well, thanks for the talk, Y/N.” your name rolling off his tongue smoothly.
You grinned, “No problem Mr Qian Kun.” his eyes widened,
“How do you know my first name?” the corner of his mouth raised.
“I heard the Dean call you that. Nice name by the way.” you complimented.
“Can I call you Kun?” you asked. He looked quite surprised at your question.
“I… I guess?” he stuttered.
“Great, well nice talking to you Kun!” you turned around.
“Only outside of class!” he commented. You nodded and waved at him from the back.
“You still never listen to me, huh?” he stated.
“What do you mean?” you laughed. He elbowed you gently, “I meant by you always sit with your feet on the table and you call me Kun in class anyways.” he said.
You chuckled, “Yes, I’m guilty.” you confessed. Both of you shared a moment of laughter.
“It’s only with you, though.” you smiled as you rinsed the cup he passed to you.
He soaped the last spoon and handed to you, “What do you mean by that?” he asked, with a raised brow and a curious smile.
“I only sit around like that when it’s only your class and I only call you by your first name.” you took the spoon from him.
“Really? Wow, I should’ve been stricter with you.” he teased. You shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully, “No, I didn’t mean that you weren’t serious enough. I meant…”
“I like you, Kun.”
Kun’s playful manner vanished and he was now facing you, “What?”
“Not as a friend or a teacher. I like you, like alot for a while now.”
Kun’s heart was beating faster than he could ever imagine. She likes him too?
“And I know you might reject me but-” before you could continue, Kun gave you a quick peck on the lip.
You were so shocked about what happened, you instantly froze. Kun pulled back and scratched the back of his neck, “Me too, Y/N. Me too.” he admitted.
You giggled and smiled, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, a bit longer this time.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” you whispered. Kun smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist while the other hand, held the back of your neck
It felt so natural to be in his arms, to be this close and it felt so perfect.
The next morning, you woke up and got out of bed. As you walked out of the room, you bumped into him.
He looked down and smiled, "Morning, lovely.” he greeted as he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Mm, good morning.” you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting on his chest.
“How did you sleep?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.
“Like a baby.” you scrunch your nose. He chuckled when you heard a cough behind you.
“Well, I guess we can say that it’s finally official. We’ll see you downstairs.” Yukhei said, pulling along a speechless Yangyang and Ten.
You blushed as Kun wrapped his arms around your head, hiding you from his roommates.
You walked to class excitedly. Today, Kun decided to leave early so that he can drive both of you to uni without anyone catching you.
He yawned loudly, and you giggled. “I’m proud of you for coming early,” you said. He nodded sleepily, “I wanted to take a drive with you.” he smiled.
“And I appreciate the gesture.” you gave him a kiss on the cheek.
You reached the studio and ran to the piano, “Hey, how about a short practice?” you asked.
He agreed and you pulled him to the piano.
You began playing and sadly, still no luck.
You nudged him, “Just ignore it, we’ll be fine.” you leaned your head on his shoulder. He smiled and gently patted your head.
Kun continued yawning and you chuckled, “I’m going to grab a coffee. Do you want one?” you asked. He nodded, “that would be lovely, thank you.”
“Be right back!” you kissed him on the lip and ran out.
You were thinking of how great things were and you prayed they never change.
When you walked back to class, you heard someone else in the class.
You stood outside, not wanting to interrupt.
“Kun, he wants you in Slovenia by the end of the month. I can’t negotiate anymore.” it was Professor Micheals. "If we postpone it, you'll lose this."
“Agus, please. Just by graduation. I promised my students I’ll see them graduate.” he begged.
“Kun, You agreed to resign this job so you could have your own concerts. This is the one time you’re ever getting an offer like this and you’re pushing it away?” he raised his voice.
"I'm not sure I even want to do this anymore." He admitted.
"You can't be fucking serious…" Professor Micheals groaned.
"I found someone and I'm not ready to leave her. I won't do that to her."
"Well, you better figure out if you'd rather pick love or your dreams. Time is running out, Kun. You must hurry."
your heart dropped, and your mind was filled with different thoughts.
He’s leaving?
The class went by and Kun mentioned a few things for the exams before class ended.
Everyone thanked him before leaving class.
"Y/N!" He called.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked, noticing how quiet you went after coming back.
"Uh, yeah. I just don't feel too great." You said.
"Oh no, do you want me to send you home? It'll only take a few minutes." He grabbed your hands.
"No, no. I'll take a cab or something. Your students are much more important." You let go and turned.
"Oh, well if you need anything please tell me." He reminded.
That's strange, She was fine this morning, what happened? He thought.
Kun couldn't wait to get home and snuggle with Y/N.
He was overjoyed when he realised she shared the same feelings as him.
But for now, he'll take it slow and give her all the love she deserved.
He unlocked the door and walked to the kitchen. To his surprise, Y/N was on her phone while eating something.
He hugged her from behind which spooked her a bit.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He kissed the top of her head.
"It's not a problem." You smiled. Kun stayed in the same position when he noticed what Y/N was looking at.
Apartments in the area
"Why are you looking for apartments?" He asked.
"Well, I'm going to have to move out one day. Might as well get ready soon." You replied. Kun let go of you and sat next to you.
"But you can stay here. Especially since we're… yknow?" He pointed out.
You turned to him, your face slightly guilty.
"Kun… I heard what you were talking about with Mr Micheals." You admitted, avoiding eye contact.
It all dawned on him, that's why she was so quiet.
"Ah…" he furrowed his brows. "How much did you hear?" He asked.
You got up and walked to the sink, "That you'll have to move to Slovenia by the end of the month." You said.
He stood behind you, "Princess, please understand, I'm trying my best to push the date." He reasoned.
"Kun, I do understand. Which is why I'm telling you to go." You said.
Kun stared at you, "What? Y/N, no I'm not gonna leave you. I won't be able to come back for a long time." He said.
"Kun, that's not fair on you! Maybe I'll be happy but what about you? What if things don't work out and you totally missed your chance at being an international musician?" You said.
"Kun, I'm not saying we have to end whatever this is just cause you're moving but if it does happen, at least I know you fulfilled your dreams." You reasoned.
"What's the use of doing it if you're not there with me? What dream if you're not in it?" He said, his voice broke.
"Kun, are you hearing yourself? Don't risk things for me!" you raised your voice.
"But I want to! I want to love you and show your love in so many ways. Don't talk about ending it please." He begged.
"Kun, we both know we can't avoid that. like you said to me, you'll have someone out there, far better than me." Tears fell, covering your cheeks.
"Why do you make it sound like you don't want to be with me?" He asked tears on the verge of falling.
"I do! I really do and it breaks my heart knowing that you've worked so hard for this but you're giving it up for me!"
"Then don't tell me to go, not yet."
"Kun…" you whined. He got up, his back facing you.
"No… we're going to talk about this later. We're both frustrated and I don't want to argue." Kun finally said as he walked out of the kitchen.
You fell to the floor, hugging your knees. You didn't know what to do to get through him.
I don't want to be the reason you won't get to fulfil your dreams.
You finished the paper and handed it to Mr Micheals who smiled at you.
You walked out of the class and sighed. That was your last paper of the week. You smiled, relief washing over you.
You also haven't spoken to Kun for a week. He kept pushing the idea of having a soulmate, why won't he accept that he is out there as well?
You walked out of campus when suddenly you heard your name. You turned and sucked in a breath.
It was Lilian. "Y/N, hey." She walked towards you.
"Oh, Lilian. Hi, uh what are you doing here?" You asked.
Well, aint this awkward?
"I wanted to talk to you. Y'know, since you've been gone for almost two months." She stated.
You scatch the back of your neck, "Yeah… I'm really sorry about that."
"No, no. I wanted to ask you why it happened. I don't want to just hear your father's side of the story, that won’t be fair." She said.
She held your hand, "Shall we?" She asked.
You nodded and followed her.
You were awkwardly drinking your tea when she came back to the gable with two slices of cake.
"Here you go. Now, how are you?" She asked.
All this time, Lilian has always paid a lot of attention to you because she actually cared. She didn't completely ignore you after marrying your dad. She made an effort to get to know you.
"I'm…" you were going to lie but your face betrayed you.
"I don't think I'm fine." You admitted. Her face instantly changed to a worried one.
"Oh my dear, what happened?"
You breathed in and told her everything that has happened. She listened to everything closely, not interrupting you at all.
She held your hand and squeezed it gently.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry you had to go through that." She apologised. "You didn't deserve that and your father was being very unfair." She said.
The shock was evident on your face, "Wait… you're not going to side with him?" You asked.
She shook her head, "Your father may be my soulmate but that doesn't mean I have to side with him for everything." She sipped on her coffee.
Your eyes widened and you choked on your tea. "Wh-what? You're dad's soulmate?"
She placed the cup down, "Honey, I thought you knew? That's why we got married so quickly." She passed a tissue to you.
You shook your head, "I'm not close enough with him to tell me anything." You played with the sleeves of your sweater.
You sat down quietly, it made so much more sense now. All this time, you thought she married him for his money.
But you also realised that your mom wasn't his soulmate.
"So, my mom…?" Lilian knew where you were heading and she shook your head.
"I should've let your father tell you this but since I'm not sure when you’re going to see him again."
"As much as your father adored your mother, she wasn't his soulmate. Your mother's father helped your father with his business and in return, he asked for him to marry his daughter."
You breathed out, head spinning a bit. All this time, you thought your mother and father were so deeply in love but in actual fact, they weren't.
And your mother died too early in her life to meet her actual soulmate.
"What's it like? To have a soulmate?" You asked her.
She thought about it and smiled, "Well, you feel… complete. You'll realise that you'll bring the best out of each other and only want to support them and their dreams." At the sound of that, your face fell.
Kun wasn't your soulmate and you didn't understand why he was so against leaving you for his dreams. He has a soulmate waiting for him somewhere and he was ready to risk everything… for you.
No, you couldn't let this happen. You had to leave the house, you had to leave him.
You reached home quickly after meeting Lilian. So far, everyone wasn't back from work yet and you thought that it was the best time to pack up.
Thankfully, you didn't bring alot of things with you so packing was a breeze.
Once everything was in your backpack, you looked over at the empty room that you stayed in. It was a simple room but you found so much joy and love staying in this house.
You suddenly heard a bit of noise downstairs. You froze, scared that it was Kun. You walked out to see Sicheng walking up the stairs.
He hadn't realised your presence so when he saw you he jumped a bit.
"Oh, it's just you." He smiled. But his face fell as soon as he noticed the empty and clean room.
"Y/N, what are you doing?" He asked wearily. You sighed and gave him a hug.
"Don't tell Kun." You whispered. He knew what was happening.
"Why?" He asked. You sighed, "I don't want to do this either. I love staying here with all of you but if me leaving is what it takes for him to go to Slovenia then I'll do it."
"Y/N, i don't think you realise how incredibly selfish this sounds."
You scoff, "How? I want him to do what he wants and suddenly I'm the selfish one?" You raised your voice.
"No Y/N, you're being selfish by leaving without even settling the topic with him." He replied. "Do you think he's going to be fine after all this happens? You're the first girl he's ever loved and how do you think he's going to feel when he realises you’re not home and that you left without even saying anything."
You paused before continuing, "Kun… loves me?" You asked.
"Of course he does! Have you not realised how much he cared for you? Y/N he was willing to give up everything after the two of you got together. Did you think you could hide it? All of us could see the love between the two of you."
You massaged your temples, "Sicheng, you do realise if you stop me from leaving, Kun won't ever be able to leave for Slovenia." You said.
"No, there are other ways you could do this. You don't have to leave him."
"You were going to leave?" A sudden voice scared the both of you.
There he was, eyebags forming under his eyes.
"You were going to leave… without saying goodbye?" He walked closer to you.
"Kun…"
"No, I want to know why you thought that would've been a good idea?" He asked, his voice bouncing off the walls.
"You said you wouldn't leave me so the only way for you to go was if-"
"If you left me?" He asked, his voice showing hurt.
You nodded, too embarrassed to look at him.
"For fuck sake." He sighed, before pulling your hand into your room and shutting the door behind him.
"I swear, they'll be the death of me." Sicheng sighed as he walked into his room.
"We are going to sit in here until we figure out a solution." He said.
"Kun this isn't just because I want you to go. You have a soulmate out there and what if she was in Slovenia, huh?" You asked.
"Y/N, I don't have a soulmate!" He yelled. "Do I look like I have a mark?.\" He yelled.
"W-what?" You stuttered. "You don't have a mark too?"
He sat beside you and held your hands, "Y/N, you make me so happy and I can't imagine life without you."
"But Kun, I can't be happy knowing that you didn't go to Slovenia because of me."
"Then I'll go. We'll do long distance, I'll do everything to make sure we're happy. Just, don't end it please." He hugged you, his head on your shoulder.
You hugged him back, "i won't. Kun, thank you." You said.
"Anything for you. I'm not gonna leave you, ever."
It was the night before Kun's departure and everyone wasn’t feeling too great.
The once lively and happy house had quiet down and had gone grey.
"Guys, this is too depressing for a farewell party." He joked.
"We can't help it. You leaving for a few years wasn't part of the contract of being friends." Yangyang replied.
Everyone snickered at the young man.
He stood up and raised his glass, "I'd like to propose a toast." He said.
"Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone for their support and love all this time. You guys mean the world to me and I wouldn't be able to go without your support."
"Secondly, I'd like to thank Y/N for coming into my life and causing chaos in it." He teased.
You narrowed your eyes and shook your head.
"In all seriousness, I thought I'd never meet someone so talented, caring and well, different. I'm glad you're here." He held your hand and kissed the back of it.
The guys all made kissy noises, Renjun and Jaemin were a sobbing mess.
At that moment, everything felt right. Everything in life was perfect.
He laid down beside you, both of just looking at each other.
“Who knew this would happen,” you whispered.
“I guess fate was kind to us and led us to each other.” he kissed your nose.
You snuggled closer, your face pressed against his chest.
“I don’t want things to change,” you said.
“And it won’t. I promise.”
“Passport?” you asked.
“Yeap.”
“Coat?”
“In my carry on.”
“Phone?”
“Yes, Y/N. now stop worrying.” he chuckled as he kissed the top of your head.
‘I’ll call you whenever I’m free.” he said.
“Don’t worry, make sure you settle in properly then you call me,” you said.
Kun turned to his friends and gave them all big hugs. “I’m gonna miss you guys.”
“We’ll miss you too,” Sicheng said.
“Kun, can you get me chocolates when you go to Belgium?” Ten asked. Everyone laughed, shaking their heads.
He gave you one last hug before walking away.
You turned around when you heard running behind you and when you turned around, Kun pulled you by the waist and gave you a kiss.
The boys all turned away to give you two a little privacy.
He kissed you on your forehead, “I’m gonna miss you, Y/N.” he said.
“I’m gonna miss you too,” you said.
He had walked over to check-in, waving at you all before leaving.
You had your arm looped around Xiaojun and Yangyang when you saw a familiar face.
If you didn't look properly, you wouldn't have been able to recognize him.
“Y/N?”
“Hi, dad.”
The cafe was quiet and small, you sat across from your father awkwardly.
“So, you're going for another trip?” you asked.
He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be in Japan for some business.” he stated.
“What about you? What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I was sending off a friend,” you replied.
“Is Lilian at home?” you asked. He shook his head, “She’s staying at her sister’s house for a while.”
“Ah, I see.” you nod.
“Y/N?” he called.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry… for everything.” he bowed his head.
“What?” you wouldn't believe what you were hearing. Your father has never apologised for anything before. Seeing him so vulnerable and sad was so foreign, you didn’t know how to react.
“I wasn't there for you when you needed a dad. I never realised how selfish i was. I thought marrying Lilian was a good idea because you would finally have a mother and you would be happy. I never thought it would create an even bigger gap between us. I’m really sorry i never thought of how you felt.”
“I used to not understand why you always wanted to go to grandmas but then I realised it was because of me. I never became a good father,” he said.
You remained silent, you had no idea what to say or do. You walked over to his side and gave him a short hug.
“Thank you. Thank you for that,” you whispered. He hugged you back, a bit tighter.
“I’ll do my best to be a better father.”
After meeting dad, you got a text from Kun.
Just boarded! I’ll text you when I arrive :)
You smiled and quickly typed,
Have a safe flight! Make sure to get some rest, I’ll talk to you soon.
You took a cab to Renjun and Jaemin’s house. They wanted to celebrate finishing exams and they even brought along their soulmates for you to meet.
The door opened and you were greeted by Minseo.
“Oh my god, Y/N!” she said excitedly, “it’s so nice to finally meet you, in person!” she laughed.
You giggled and waved, “Is everyone here?” you asked, she nodded, “Yeah, we were waiting for you.”
At the sound of your voice, Jaemin came running out of the kitchen.
“Hey, bubs!” he gave you a hug. “Did you just come back from the airport?” he asked.
You nodded, “yeah, Kun’s plane just took off.” you informed.
“Who would’ve known the both of you would get together? Oh yeah, us!” Renjun rested his arm on Jaemin’s shoulder.
“Ha-ha, very funny,” you replied sarcastically.
“But I’m happy and it seems like alot of things are good in life right now,” you answered.
It’s been a few weeks since Kun left and he hasn’t had enough time to call you. With the time difference especially, you couldn’t find the right time to talk to him.
Even his messages were getting shorter and shorter. You sat at the piano in his room and played the song you were going to play with him.
You weren't sure if he was going to even attend graduation and you took the initiative to learn the song as a solo piece.
Sicheng walked in and saw you practising, “Hey, kiddo.” he sat beside you.
“Hi, Sicheng.” you smiled weakly.
“Still no calls?” he asked. You shook your head, “He’s probably really busy. That’s why i’m learning how to play this song alone.” you pointed.
He nods, “That’s good. Well, we’re going to start dinner soon. So, come down when you’re done.”
“Okay, see you later.” you waved.
It was two nights before graduation and it was pretty obvious he wasn’t coming back. He hasn’t even answered any of your messages.
You were slowly losing hope as you laid in your bed, thinking of him.
“Y/N! Can you come down for a sec?” Yukhei called. You begrudgingly went down. You heard chatter before a bunch of shushing.
“What is it?” you rubbed your eyes.
The boys all grinned excitedly, “Well, y’ know how you told us you were going to just wear something you already owned for the dinner?” Xiaojun asked.
“Yes?” you eyed them. “Well, guess whose boyfriend just sent us this?” Hendery pulled a big white box from behind him.
“Wh-what? Kun sent this?” you pointed at the box. All of them nodded excitedly, “Straight from Paris!” Ten remarked.
You smiled happily, knowing that he still does think about you.
You took the box and opened the box slowly.
You let out a loud gasp, you pulled the gorgeous blue dress by its straps.
It was a beautiful flowy gown with a plunging neckline.
Attached to the dress was a note,
You can’t play Merry Go Round of Life without dressing like Sophie, my dear. It's a bit more modern but I hope you love it, Y/N. I'll return soon, I promise.
You sighed dreamily, smiling like an idiot.
“Well, go on and try it!” Ten pushed you to the stairs.
You ran up excitedly and quickly wore the dress. You gasped and awed at its beauty.
The glitter in the dress shined so beautifully and it fits you perfectly. You're surprised Kun knew your size so well. You looked at yourself and squealed.
“Y/N, come down here!” Sicheng called.
You walked out of your room and posed dramatically at the top of the stairs.
“OHHH, LOOK AT HER!” They all praised and hyped you up. You did another pose and screamed.
“It’s beautiful!” you jumped. The boys all gave you a group hug, squealing and jumping together.
“Just dye your hair grey and we’ll be done!” Yangyang said as he showed the box of silver hair dye he bought.
Everyone paused and turned to you, “Wait what?” you asked.“When did he even buy that?” Xiaojun whispered to Yukhei. Yukhei shrugged and walked up to Yangyang, he pushed the box of dye slowly.
“Why don’t we bring her to the salon? Seriously, I don’t trust us to do that,” he said.
“I mean, I think it’s a good idea. It would be nice to change things up a bit.” you sat in between Xiaojun and Sicheng.
“Actually, my friend Darcie used to work at a salon. I could ask her to come over?” Ten suggested.
“That’s actually not a bad idea. Yeah, we’ll go buy the other stuff that she needs and we’ll just do it here,” you said.
“Sounds good! I’ll go call her.” Ten got up and went to make the phone call.
You sighed, “I can’t believe I’m graduating in two days.” you said. “I wish he was here though,” you admitted.
Sicheng wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “There, there. We’ll be there to cheer you on.” he smiled. “Jaemin bought the tickets for us the other day.”
“Thank you, guys.”
“Good news! Darcie’s coming and she has all the equipment at her house. She’ll be coming in an hour.” he declared openly
The guys all waited in the living room, waiting for you and Darcie to finish.
They all instantly got up when they heard the toilet door open.
“Let me introduce to you, the new Y/N!” Darcie announced.
You walked out of the toilet shyly, smiling nervously.
Darcie had done an amazing job, instead of dying your whole head silver, she added silver highlights instead.
The boys gasped, covering their mouths.
“YOU LOOK STUNNING!” Yukhei lifted you up and twirled you around.
“Darcie, you really outdid yourself.” Ten fist-bumped Darcie.
“Let’s take a picture!” Xiaojun took out his Polaroid camera. He set up the camera on the table and all of you posed.
You looked at the picture and smiled fondly, everything was going great in life.
On the day of graduation, you sat at your vanity, curling your hair. Jaemin and Renjun walked in along with Minseo and with Ae Cha, Renjun’s soulmate.
“Hey, Y/N we’re he- OH MY GOD!” Jaemin screamed. “Your hair!” Renjun pushed Jaemin out of the way and gasped.
“Yeah, I wanted to change it a bit.” you chuckled nervously. Minseo came running and she squealed, “YOU LOOK GORGEOUS!” She praised.
“Thank you! You look amazing, Minseo.” you hugged her.
Behind Renjun, you saw another figure. You walked towards her, “You must be Ae Cha! I’m Y/N.” you extended your hand and smile warmly.
She shyly shook your hand, “Hi, nice to meet you.”
All of you spoke for a while when suddenly you heard a knock on the door.
“Y/N, we should be heading out,” Sicheng said. Sicheng wore a navy suit with silver detailing.
“Don’t you look handsome!” you praised. He blushed, “I tried.” he said bashfully.
You sat in the car with Sicheng, Yukhei and Ten who wore their best suits. Ten wore a grey suit while yukhei wore a maroon suit with a floral shirt underneath.
“Are your parents coming?” Yukhei asked. You shook your head, “Dad’s trip got extended and Lilian had to take care of her mom. They did call me earlier though, it was nice.” you told them.
When you reached the ballroom of the university, you were amazed at how they managed to decorate it that well. Everyone definitely wore their best dresses and suits.
You found the table you were all sitting in, you sat down in between Xiaojun and Hendery.
You were just about to have a conversation with Xiaojun when your classmate tapped your shoulder.
“Y/N, you're the first performance after the speech. They need you backstage,” she informed you.
Your face fell, everyone at the table began cheering you on. You kind of received stares but you followed your classmate nervously.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the dinner will soon begin. Please take your seats.” the emcee announced.
The dean of the university was giving his speech and you were looking over your notes.
“Without further delay, I’d like to invite our talented pianist, Miss Y/N.”
You walked onto the stage, where the grand piano stood.
“Miss Y/N will be playing Merry Go Round of Life,” they announced.
“Alongside, rising musician and ex lecturer, Professor Qian!” at the sound of that, your eyes widen and you turn to the other side of the stage.
There he was, you never knew he could be any more handsome. He wore a white shirt and tucked it into a pair of black dress pants. Just like Howl.
He stood beside you, grabbing your hand and pulling you for a bow.
“Kun…” you said, not paying attention to the audience.
“Your hair, it’s just like starlight,” he whispered. “It’s beautiful.” he quoted Howl from the movie.
You couldn't believe he was here, both of you sat down on the bench and breathed in.
“Ready, love?” he asked.
“Now that you're here, I am.” you winked.
You breathed in and began playing.
And just like that, it was as if nobody else was in the room. Both pianists worked together in harmony and the entire ballroom was in awe of the beautiful chemistry between them.
You eyed him and smiled, which he too smiled widely. You continued and for the first time in weeks, you got it.
You played it like the first time. Everything was there, the sweet, the smooth tune and the gentle way it radiated around the room.
Once the music stopped, the room was quiet before the roaring applause began.
Both of you stood up and bowed, holding one another's hands. Your friends were whistling and cheering loudly.
You giggled and faced Kun but your heart stopped.
He was happy that he made it in time to play with her but when he turned he wasn't expecting to see,
Yellow. True happiness.
Both of you stood frozen, his eyes were yellow and so were yours.
Your soulmate mark… was your eyes. That’s why you couldn’t find it.
You ran backstage, pulling Kun with you.
“I love you,” you said before slamming your lips onto his. Kun pushed you gently against the wall, kissing you much more eagerly.
Thankfully, everyone was on the other side of the backstage so you took your time. He pulled you close, hugging your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck.
You kissed him so close that your whole body curved into his.
You pulled away, both of you panting at the kiss. Your eyes were close for a few moments before you opened them, you placed a hand on his cheek.
“I knew you were meant for me.” he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “And i love you too.” he gave you one more peck.
You rested your foreheads against each other, still in each other's arms, happy as ever.
You walked out, hand in hand. Some gave you strange looks but you didn’t care. He was your soulmate and that’s all that matters.
Your classmates were all staring at you, whispering among each other. You caught them whispering so you decided to give Kun a kiss on the cheek.
Everyone’s stopped what they were doing before screaming and squealing. You giggle and pulled him to the table.
“Ah, making it public I see?” Hendery asked.
Both of you looked at each other and smiled.
“Wait… oh my god.” Sicheng realised the look on your faces. Everyone reacted similarly.
“Everyone, this is Kun. My soulmate.” and with that, there were tears of joy, praises and plenty of hugs.
You took a walk at uni one last time, you told everyone you wanted some time to reminisce about your last time there.
You walked into the studio and smiled at the familiar setting. The piano at one corner and the many desks scattered everywhere.
You sat at the piano and thought of all the long practices you had with Kun, those moments that made you closer and closer.
You decided to play one last song, For The Dancing and Dreaming. The song that made you friends in the first place.
You chuckled when you heard the door open.
“I knew you'd be here.” the honey-like voice said. You felt him hug you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Just enjoying my last time here,” you said, holding onto his hand.
“I know. I’m gonna miss this place too. So many great memories here.” he sighed.
You turned and faced him, kissing him once more. “Shall we go back?” you asked sweetly.
He nodded, “Yes please, I’m still very jet lagged.” both of you laughed.
When you got up from the bench, you stumbled slightly, a sudden pain shot up from your spine.
You suddenly saw you and Renjun in the studio. Why does that look familiar?
You held onto his hand while you pressed a hand against your head.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked, he held your face in his hands.
“Y-yeah. I’m just feeling a bit dizzy. Let’s go home, yeah?” you smiled.
He nodded and both of you walked out hand in hand.
The drive was quiet, Y/N had fallen fast asleep and Kun was smiling the entire way.
You stretched, opening your eyes.
"Hey, feeling better?" He asked.
You nod, "A bit better."
You could only hear the sound of the air conditioner and the music.
"Kun?" You called.
"Yes, love?" He answered.
"Are you going to go back?" You asked.
He sighed, "I was actually gonna avoid this topic but no, I don't want to. Especially after finding out that you're my soulmate. I never wanna leave you." He held your hand and kissed the back of it.
"B-but…"
"No buts Y/N. I'm staying. I'll continue being a lecturer." He said.
"Kun, be honest, did you enjoy yourself when you were touring?" You asked.
"Well yeah but I enjoy teaching as well so your point is invalid." He replied.
"Kun, I can follow you. I'll travel with you if that means you'll continue." You pleaded.
"I can't believe we're arguing about this again." His hand tightened on the steering wheel.
"We don't have to! Kun, I don't mind following you. We'll still be together!" You said, voice a bit louder than before.
"Yeah and leave your friends? I can't do that to you." He was getting irritated, you could see his knuckles turning white.
"So what? You did it too!" You pointed out.
"That's different." He muttered.
"How? In what way is it different?" You almost yelled.
"It's because I can handle being alone!" He finally yelled back.
"Goddamnit Y/N, I can't go through what happened the other day. If you follow me, you'll only have me. If you stay at home you have the boys, your friends and family."
"Kun, I can always make new friends!"
"Enough! I don't want to he-"
Suddenly, a loud honk was heard and Kun swerved to the side. The last thing you heard was him calling your name and screaming. A weird buzz began tickling your body and suddenly, everything went black.
"Y/N?" You heard a muffled voice. You opened your eyes but it was still black.
"Kun? Kun! Why can't I see?!" You yelled.
"Woah, Woah bubs. You're okay." You heard Jaemin's voice.
"Nana, Where's Kun? Is he okay?" You tried to get off the bed but you fell.
"Y/N!" Renjun yelled, picking you up.
"I can't see, Nana, Injunnie what's going on? Where's Kun?!"
"Baby, who are you talking about?"
It's been a year since you lost your eyesight. You sat in your bed and cried. You lost your soulmate as quick as he came.
"Is she okay?" Lilian asked her husband. He shook her head, "She's been crying every night. I don't know what to do. The doctors still don't know how she lost her eyesight. Renjun said she just fainted." He drank his coffee.
"Sweetie, what about we bring her for a concert? A pianist is coming to town. I think she would enjoy it very much." Lilian suggested.
"That would be nice. Let's go ask her." Both of your parents knocked on your door.
"Sweetie, can we talk?" Your father shook your body slowly.
You wiped your nose, "sure." They helped you sit up.
"Y/N, how would you like to go to a concert? A famous pianist is in town and I think you'll enjoy it very much." Lilian suggested.
You sighed, "What's the use. It's not like I can properly enjoy it." You complained. They both gave you a hug, Lilian rubbing your back gently.
"Baby, you haven't gone out in ages. Jaemin and Renjun miss you alot." Lilian said.
"Please? I think you'll love it." Your dad asked once more.
You groaned, "Sure. Why not?" You agreed.
Renjun and Jaemin immediately gave you a hug. You missed seeing their faces so much and just seeing things.
Every minute you're awake, all you can see was Kun's beautiful brown eyes.
"C'mon, it's starting." Your father ushered you in.
The moment the song played, your heart broke.
The pianist was playing Merry Go Round of Life.
"Mom, can you please bring me to the toilet?" You pat her hand.
"Of course sweetie." She said.
Once you entered the toilet, you began crying your heart out. You miss his touch, his kisses, his kindness and his stubborn habit of not following what he wants. You cried realising that your last time with him was wasted on a useless fight.
You cried and sobbed when you felt a hand touch your face.
You gasped, "Lilian?"
"No, dear. It's me." That voice… Cyan!
"Cyan? Is that you?"
"Yes, Y/N. I’m sorry everything turned out so badly."
"Cyan, please I need to see him." You begged.
"I know, love. Which is why I'm telling you this."
"Once you go to that world, all memory of you will disappear in this one and all the lost memories of you will return to those in the other world."
"The choice is yours."
You stood up and breathed out.
"Anything for him."
She chuckled, "Good. Now, be good when you reach that world." She snapped her fingers and suddenly you fell to the ground, the cold tiles coming in contact with your skin.
When you woke up, the white light blurred your vision but you could see again. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you slowly touched your face.
You began tearing up when you heard the applause from outside.
You ran out of the toilet and searched around. You began running around when you bumped into a hard chest.
"Woah, you okay?" Jaemin asked. He looked at you closely, "Y/N, are you okay?" You knew that both Jaemins was the same but you couldn't help but hug him. Once you saw Renjun as well, you ran and gave him a hug.
"What happened?" He asked. Jaemin came towards you and shrugged.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the man of the night." You heard someone announce.
When you turned around you saw him.
The love of your life. But he looked so different, instead of his once lively features, he looked tired and emotionless.
"QIAN KUN!" you yelled.
No… that can't be her
"KUN!"
"Y/N?" He looked around when his eyes landed on you.
He stood frozen, not believing that you were there. You ran to him and immediately looped your arms around him.
"Where have you been, my love?" He hugged you back, sobbing as he asked.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Both of you sank to the floor not letting go of one another. You cried together, forehead pressed against each other.
You pressed your lips to him, holding his head in your hands. Tears streaming both of your faces, both not ever wanting to let go, ever.
You woke up, stretching your body. You turned and saw Kun sleeping soundly. His bare chest rose and fell, his breathing steady.
You turned to the balcony of your hotel room. You tied your robe and walked out, inhaling the cold air of Vienna.
You watched the figures walking around and you smiled.
A pair of strong hands wrapped around your waist. "Baby, come back to bed." He kissed the nape of your neck.
"Good morning, Kun." You greeted sweetly.
"Good morning, baby." He rested his chin on your shoulder, shutting his eyes.
"You'll have to get up soon, Kun. We have a performance at 3." He groaned.
"Don't remind me." He sighed.
You chuckled and turned around, wrapping your hands around him.
"Y'know I love you right?" You asked.
He kissed your forehead, "Of course. I love you too."
"And I promise to never leave you, ever." You said. "I'll be here with you until we're old and wrinkly."
He chuckled and kissed your lips, "I like that." He said.
You smiled and rested your head on his chest.
"I love you."
"And I love you."
As they stood there in each other’s arms, they had not realised that both their wishes from the festival had come true.
Hers was to not be alone and to be loved.
And he was to find his soulmate and love her forever.
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Older! Damian Wayne x Reader
Request(s): Can you do two (sorry if it's too much, you can do only one tho) for Damian Wayne? Sassy: "Hmm. So you 'do' have feelings. " Fluff and romance: "I've loved you for years." Thanks so much! + Hi! Can i request a damian x reader where he denies his feelings towards the reader, which annoys jon 24/7. So jon convinces the reader to fake date him to see for themselves that damian’s hiding his feelings, and it ends up working, as his mood completely changes when he sees jon and the reader together.
(Decided to combine the two because I had a brilliant fic idea)
Summary: After years of denying his feelings for the reader, Damian finally confesses after (Y/N) and Jon ‘date’.
If there was anything in the entire world that annoyed Jon Kent, it would be Damian's feelings towards you. Or rather his persistent lack thereof.
The three of you were now seniors in high school and though you may not be in the same school district, let alone city - the trio was closer than ever. Some members even too close, at least to Damians liking.
It had started about a week ago. Jon had approached you during one of your study hall periods, yes - you lived in Metropolis - with a request unlike any other.
“Fake date me.” He said bluntly and then quickly blushed at the forwardness of his actions, “I mean only if you want to. But I promise it’s for good reason.”
“Good reason huh? Shoot.” You quirked an eyebrow at him, intrigued.
Jon sat backwards in the chair in front of you and gave a toothy grin, “So you know how Damian likes you but won’t admit it?”
You choked at his words, “No Jon, I don’t know. Because he doesn’t. Stop trying to make me feel bad about my crush.”
The Kent boy groaned and tapped your desk with his finger when you looked down at it. “Nuh uh, you don’t get to do this to yourself. No wallowing on my watch missy. Now listen-“
At those words, Jon then went on to explain his master plan. By getting the two of you to fake date it would make Damian jealous and then bam! (his exact words) you two will fall in love.
Rolling your eyes at the teen you shook your head. “It’s not going to happen Kent. He obviously doesn’t like me that way.”
Jon groaned in frustration, how come both of you were so dense!
“Just try it (N/N). And hey if it doesn’t work out then you get to say I told you so, yeah?”
You contemplated for a moment. I mean what did you really have to lose? “Fine.” You spat out. “But there’s boundaries.”
The young teen nodded egarly, happy that you finally agreed, “Oh of course. It’ll all be on your terms, but we have to make it look real. We can just hold hands and stuff, you know? We have to make him jealous jealous.”
With a handshake the two of you sealed the deal and you accepted your fate as Jon’s fake girlfriend.
A few days had passed and the weekend hit. This was the big day, the day you and Jon would be going to Gotham. The first time you’d see Damian as a ‘couple’.
The two of you clambered up the Wayne manor steps and Jon knocked on the door, making sure to hold your hand (not very subtly) as he did so.
You heard Damian yell from inside and then the large oak doors opened revealing your tall crush - no, friend.
“Jon. (Y/N).” He greeted in his ever so formal fashion. “Thank you for coming over, I - Kent, are you holding (N/N)’s hand?”
You cursed internally, god why did you agree to this?
Jon gave a small chuckle, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be holding her hand, that's what lovers do right?”
You stared at Jon deadpanned, could he possibly be any less subtle?
Damian on the other hand had the adverse reaction, his eyes flared, his chest rose, his hands clenched and then just like that, he was back to his normal self. “I’m sorry?” He said.
Jon gave your hand a squeeze, signaling that it was your turn to talk. You cleared your throat, “Yup, yes, that's what we are… lovers.” you cringed at your wording, now not so judgemental of Jon but yourself.
“I see.” said the young Wayne, “So, when did this pairing begin?”
Before either of you answered, Damian shook his head, “How rude of me, please come in - you know where to go.”
The three of you raced up the grand staircase up to Damian's bedroom. He opened the door for the two of you as you followed in, both sitting on the edge of his bed.
Damian stood in front of the two of you and crossed his arms, “So, when’d you get the balls to ask her out Kent?” he said rather sharply.
Your mouth dropped open, what the hell had gotten into Damian, he'd never say anything like that, ever.
Turning to Jon, you saw he had the same reaction and you squeezed his hand to edge him to answer. “Um, well I just realized that I’d always had a crush on her and so finally my dad convinced me to ask (N/N) out and I did!”
Damian squinted his eyes at his super friend and sneered, “Always had a crush on her, huh?” Jon, like a lovesick puppy, nodded in response.
There had been two things in Jon's sentence that set him off, first, never telling Damian about his secret crush and secondly, him using your nickname. Only Damian got to say (N/N).
“Well then, I am glad you are both happy with this partnership.” he forced out, faking a smile all the while his heart ached on the inside. But he’d never let them know.
A week had passed and yet again the weekend was there, however this wasn't just any weekend, no this was the weekend of August ninth, or more specifically, the weekend of Damians 18th birthday.
The Waynes had planned a large gala to celebrate the occasion and of course, both you and Jon were invited.
The two of you stepped into the large ballroom, your gown shimmering behind you (Lois had helped you pick it out). You felt like a princess, and though you weren't with the prince you wanted to be with, you were happy to be here with Jon.
“Damian is so going to freak when he sees you, I’d be surprised if he doesn't just kiss you on the spot” He whispered to you. In response you slapped his arm lightly, hissing out his name.
However friendly the gesture may have been, it came off as an intimate moment from one watcher in the crowd.
Damian was standing off to the side, a flute of champagne in his hand. When he saw what he assumed to be a moment between two lovers he squeezed the glass so tightly, it cracked. He cursed, wiping the dripping champagne off his hands as he continued to watch the two of you hold hands in the ballroom.
When Jon once more leaned into your ear to whisper something, Damian finally decided enough was enough. Waltzing over to the two of you he put on a forced smile, “(Y/N)... Kent. Nice to see you both.”
You let go of Jons hand and tackled Damian into a hug, “Happy Birthday Dami!”
The teen blushed furiously, but successfully hid it in your hair, hugging you back. Damian pulled away, “Thank you, it has gotten so much better now that you’re here.” He whispered.
You froze in spot, had you imagined that or...
Damian, soon realizing what he had said, cleared his throat, “I meant to say now that you’re both here. I’m glad to see you all arrived to save me from the socialites.”
Jon chuckled at that and gave Damian a hug as well, “Of course!” He said, “Me and my sweet couldn’t leave our best bro all alone on his b-day!”
The Wayne teen outwardly cringed at Jon’s sentiment, god could he be any more annoying, he thought to himself.
Jon caught on to Damians disgusted glare and saw this as an ample opportunity to let the two of you ’hash out your feels’.
Just as Damian went to speak, Jon swiftly interrupted, “I think I am going to head over to get some punch for me and (N/N).” He turned to you, “Be right back my love.”
And he kissed you.
As your face flushed and Damians flashed in anger, Jon smiled and walked away towards the bar.
The two teens stood in silence for a few minutes, you unsure how to react and Damian trying to calm himself down.
“So”, you stated. “Did you get anything exciting today? Like, birthday present wise...” You laughed awkwardly, trailing off.
Damians jaw unclenched as he looked at you once again, god you looked otherworldly. What he wouldn’t do to be in Jons position.
You caught his starring and waved a hand in front of his face, “Hey Dami, you still here?”
He nodded and then swallowed, still shocked by Jons actions. “Tell me (N/N), how are you and Kent doing?”
You furrowed your brows, it was his birthday, surely he had other things to talk about... why this?
Shrugging you responded, “We’re doing well, great even, I mean it’s nice, we’re nice.” You stumbled over your words, doing your best to give seemingly sincere response.
Damian just nodded, unhappy with your answer. Though him and Jon were the best of friends, he just wished that the Kent teen was an awful boyfriend, that way it would be easier for Damian to make you his.
“I’m so happy for you.” He struggled out, but you were oblivious to his obvious distaste.
“Hmm, so you do have feelings?” You joked.
Damian rolled his eyes, glad you didn’t question his emotions, “Yeah, yeah, whatever (L/N).”
Silence once again took over the conversation and you began to wonder where the hell Jon went. You craned your neck to look over Damians shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the bar.
You frowned when Jon was nowhere to be seen. Confusion grew within you until your phone dinged.
Taking it out of your pure, you saw you had one new message from the super-boyscout, it read:
‘Hey (Y/N), I left the party to give you and D some alone time, please don’t be mad at me and especially DONT BE A COWARD AND KISS THE FOOL. Luv u’
“Everything alright?” Damian questioned, catching your frustrated glare at your cellphone.
Shoving it back into your bag, you smiled, “Yeah, all good, just Jon.”
Damian clenched his fists, “Oh?” He questioned, mocking sincerity, “Is everything okay though?”
You waved your hand in dismissal, “Yeah he just had a family emergency back in Metropolis so he had to leave early, he wishes you a super birthday though!” You wiggled your eyebrows at the last sentence, making sure to add emphasis on super.
Damian rolled his eyes again, this time in amusement, “Wonderful. Though I feel like his birthday tends to be more super.”
You laughed, god you loved talking to Damian, you could do this for ages.
“Would you maybe like to go somewhere more private to talk? Galas have never been my scene.” Damian suggested.
“Are you sure?” You asked, “I’d hate to take the birthday boy away from his own party.”
Damian smirked, “I’m sure they could last a few hours without me. Plus, they’re more here for my father than I, business deals and all.”
You shrugged and followed Damian into his fathers study, where unlike the ballroom, it was nice and quiet.
The two of you sat down onto the sofa and you immediately took of your heels, throwing them to the floor.
Damian laughed at your pained expression, “Not a fan huh?”
You chucked, “God no, those things are the worst.”
“You know, you could’ve just worn flats. Hell, you could have worn pajamas and you’d still be the most gorgeous person in there.”
You blushed at his words, not expecting them to be so flirtatious. Maybe Jon was right? you thought, Maybe I should make a move.
You were just about to thank him for his kind words when your phone buzzed again, another message from Jon,
I’m serious (Y/N), you better ask him out or I will honestly explode. I can’t handle the tension anymore.
This time, you groaned whilst reading the message and shoved your phone back into the handbag. “I literally cannot believe him.” You grumbled.
“Jon again?” Damian sneered, looking way from you and down to his shoes.
“Yeah. He just keeps bugging me to do this thing, it’s driving me crazy.” you sighed.
Against his better judgement, Damian blurted out, “Maybe you should breakup.”
Your eyes widened at his suggestion, “What?”
The Wayne teen all but shrugged, “If hes bothering you that much, maybe you aren’t meant to be. Surely there are millions of other suitors out there perfect for you.” Other suitors like him.
“Damian, where is this coming from?” You questioned.
Damian sighed and then finally, he broke. “I can’t do this anymore (N/N). I can not stand to watch you and Kent flirt back and forth when it should be me doing that with you. I’ve hid and denied my feelings for far too long, but (Y/N) (L/N), I’ve loved you for years. And I know I shouldn’t, it is unjust for me to be in love with my best friends lover but I can not help it. I love you.”
Through his monologue, Damian gripped both of your hands, lightly squeezing them, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your palm.
“You love me?”
Damian just nodded, not willing to look you in the eyes.
You bit your lip, Jons words ringing through your ears, There’s no time like the present, I guess, you said to yourself.
So without any further thought, you lightly placed your hands on Damians face and kissed him.
He instantly wrapped his arms around you waist, savoring this moment, but swiftly pulled back, eyes wide.
“B-But Jon...” He stuttered out.
You leaned your forehead against his, “It was faked, he thought you’d finally confess your feelings if you saw us together and I have to hand it to him, he was right.”
“So.” Damian began smiling, “Does that mean I can ask you to be mine?”
You pecked his lips and then leaned into his chest, “Of course.”
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The truth was hidden there all along.
"IZZY , JAMES GET UP NOW !" You shouted from the bottom of the stairs . This is the third time you have called for them your patience is wearing thin
"YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR DAY CARE !"
You took a deep breath and hung your head low as you rested against the handles of the stairs
"CHRIS IS GOING TO BE HERE ANY MINUTE AND HE WONT TAKE YOU IF YOUR NOT DOWN HERE BY THE TIME HE WALKS THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR "
That line works most times , considering your children love your partner more then there love you . Funny how the fun one gets more love then the person who brought them into the world .
"YOUR MOMS RIGHT JELLY BEAN IM WAITING " a deep voice boomed from behind you making you jump
"Oh shit !"you placed your hand over your heart
"Watch your languages darling " chris smirked
"Dont scare me then " you turned to him slapping his chest .he caught it and pulled you into his chest and slammed his lips fo yours .
"Ewwwee " followed by tiny stomps down the stairs
"Chris !" A high pitched squeal from your three year old daughter Izzy as she run down the stairs
"Izzy dont ... "chris panic voice came through allows for the air in his chest it he punched out and izzy jumped into his arms squealing
"Chris ! Chris ! Chris !" She did a little wiggle in his arms
"Oh I see some one is now awake "you shook your head
You turned your head and looked up at the top of the stairs to see your 7 year old son james standing there with his arms across .
"Come on james . I need to take you to school while chris takes izzy "
"You too finished " he snarled stomping his way down the stairs
"Finished what?" You scrunched up your face turning to chris , who just shrugged, dragging izzy upside down as if it was nothing.
James was the final steps and narrowed his eyed at chris and pointed his finger at him. Making chris instantly stop what he was doing and paying full attention to the little boy
"You mister .... I never want to see that again " his voice was stern but still high pitched
Chris looked at you with scared eyes "do what son ?" He asked
You just looked at the two of them ,as james browns hair was sticking all over over the place . Your heart fluttered when chris "son " but was replaced by guilt quickly
"Kissing my mamma with out asking " his voice was stern and very serious
Chris looked shocked upon the young boy and turned to you .
"Yeah chris you should of asked first " you teased
"But ... baby .." Chris looked like a kicked puppy as James made his way down the final steps and stood in front of Chris who was still holding his sister as she played with hair in her small hands
"You need to ask next time . You got that mister "
Chris nodded still shocked with his mouth open
"Good !" And with that he made his way into the kitchen , as Chris put Izzy down to follower her brother .
"Wh..what just happend?" Chris shook his head making his way to you ,placing a hand on the small of your back .
"You just got a scolding form my son" you grinned up at him
"Yep that boy is 100% your son " chris chuckled placing a kiss on your cheek . And there was the guilt eating up at you again . Always parizling you from the truth . And it hurts, it eating at you but you dont know what the outcome would be if you told the truth
"WHAT DID I JUST SAY! "
Chris put his hands up in her air and started walk over to the kitchen
"Now who wants porridge " he clasped his hands together
"Ewwwwe no PANCAKES " Izzy screamed the last part at the top of her lungs. You simple stood there at the side lines and watched
You were so thankful to have chris in your life . You and him have been friends for years at least a decade, you've had your ups and downs, your fazes through out your friendship . In the time you had James he was not around busy with life as yours being to change . But when Izzy came around and you were all on your own he came back in and become a permanent part in your life .
You remind sticky friends during your pregnancy and first few months of Izzy being born .
But as you spent more time with him, the feeling you always had for him were become stronger and in no time you and him were together. Officially. Not like it used to be in the past . When you were just friends with extra when it suited him .
And Chris was fine with you being a single mom . After Izzy "and " James father left you for someone else after months of cheating .
Chris adored your children . Chris is the only father figure Izzy know . Hell he even named her Isabella he wanted to use the nickname Bell but Izzy just stuck more .
And that what made the guilt even stronger as your past is strong and complicated your so scared it will effect your future you would not dare tell a soul. It could either make your family or tear it apart.
“baby you coming ?” chris snapped you out of your thoughts
“oh yeah “
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chris pov
i was driving , taking Izzy to her pre-school , who was currently in the back seat , quiet , unusal quite . if theres one thing ive learned over watching that little blonde princess grow up ,is that the moment she learnt how to speak she never shut up , oh I wonders where she got that from ? i chuckled little at the memory of you yesterday over the phone , not shutting up complaing about one of James teachers .i looked up in the mirror to get a glimps of the little girl ,
she was seat there in her car seat stairing out at the window with a little pout .
“whats the mattter Jelly Bean ?”
she let out a dramactic sigh , always dramctic that one ,wounder who else is like that ?
“chris ?” she softly whispered still looking at the moving trees
“yes Izzy ?” i asked trying to look at her while also looking at the road ahead
“why dont we call you daddy ?”
the questsion caught me off graud ,
“umm i ..” i didnt know what to say , this is the first she has ever asked anything like this and your not here to have an answer. I dont want to say something that will upset you .
“ what makes you ask that ?"i questioned
she final looked up “its just i heard emily yeasterday getting picked u , by this man and she called him daddy , and i asked Ms Smiwth and she saiw that every littlw gurl and boi has a mamma awd a daddy “
my heart pumped first at her confession as her little doll eyes glassed over , along with her being adorable not being able to speak quite right yet
“awd i aswed her what a daddy does , awd she saiw that a daddy looks after you and does everthing a momma does . And you do that , so why do we callw you Chris awd not daddy ?”
now my eyes were glossing over , i looked over at the clock on the dash bord and saw we had a bit of extra time before she needs to be at school , so i pulled over and switched the engine off . i undone my belt and turned to face the little one .
“jelly bean .. i “ i began to chock on my words
“its just that i may be here but im not you daddy , not properly “
her lip began to trembel as a small tear escaped her little blue eyes
“soo your ... your pretenting !”she whispered , my heart stopped
“what no ... no bean not at all . i Love you and James as if i was your daddy “
“but your not ?“she titled her head
“yes .. you see there some one else out there , who is but ...” god this was so diffuclt with out you “but you have me and mommy and thats all you will ever need , i will always be here for you and for James “ i said slowly hoping to avoid a moring melt down , but if it was from her or me was unknown at this point . I love those kids like there are my own , there came from you how can i not . ive been around Izzy since she was born i was with you through out most of your pregnancy , since that dick head who is meant to be her father pissed off , i will never understand why that waste of space never saw you as enough . You are more then enough for me , your too good for me , i dont desve you speical the shit i put you through our younger years , it took me so long to open my eyes to see you were all i ever wanted and in that time you had already had two children with some twat . But im thank full of what i have and i love those kids and you more then anthing ,
“so if you .. dow if you look afwter us why dont we callw you daddy ?
“ do you want to call me that ?” i asked
i was offical dead when she nodded her head with the widest smile , making me tear up
i took a deep breath , turing to contol my emotion , i cant explain it , its all ive ever wanted .
“okay missy lets get you to school "
#chris evans#chris evans x reader#chris evans fanfiction#captain america#fanfic#chris#chris evans au#chris evans x y/n#chris evans x you#chris evans x female reader#chris x single mom#chris x you#chris x reader#chris evans x mom!reader#step dad chris evans#step dad ! chris x mom reader
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ranboos a recent dude on the server! or. well its been almost a year now, but. yknow. recent. half enderman kid, father of the lil piglin dude. do you ever bring flowers for lilac, or is the nether too hot for that? although maybe desert flowers could work
oh, nice to know! sounds like a cool dude ig. ive never really known endermen to be the best parents, so i hope the kids alright.
oh DEFINITELY. that's how lilac got her name lol. she came out like, a couple days before i woke up and was just going by missy since piglins aren't really the best at naming, but when i came back i brought a bunch of overworld stuff for the piglins and she fell in love with the flowers. her favorite was the lilac, obviously.
usually it's too hot for flowers but i either have hd bless them or ill just protect them myself--ive got control over where the heat goes so ill just make sure it doesn't touch! flowers just dont end up lasting long tho. they end up wilting within an hour even if they are blessed or protected--just too hot for the petals to last.
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This is Halloween
Word count: 1.4k
Prompt: Person A's kid gets sick right before Halloween and can't go, so Person B goes for them.
Author's Note: this was for the October fic event! I was so happy to work with other authors to produce Halloween inspired fics, and I hope you enjoy!
Masterlist for the Event!
Genre: fluff
Pairings: single parent!Michael x Single parent!reader
Your son, Xavier, had been feeling less energetic than his usual self the last few days before Halloween. You did your best to help him recover so he would be able to go out for candy that Saturday night, but on Friday he woke up with a low grade fever, and all hopes to go out were dashed. You texted his best friend's father, Michael, to let him know the two of you would not be joining him and his daughter, Quinn to trick or treat.
Michael was disappointed, he looked forward to the four of you going out, but nothing was close to the distraught his four year old felt.
"But we got matching costumes and everything daddy! Why can't Xavier join?!" She pouted from her car seat, Michael choosing to break the news as he drove her to daycare.
"I know sweetheart," he sighed, "But Xavier's not feeling good, and his mommy's worried he'll feel worse if he goes out, or you'll get sick."
She maintained her pout, but nodded, beginning to understand.
"But I have an idea that will make it seem like he's with us, I just gotta talk to his mommy ok?"
She nodded, then smiled, "OK daddy! Can he still wear his Clifford costume?"
Michael chuckled, the idea of two kids running around the neighborhoods as characters from the cartoon still funny to him.
"We'll see what his mommy says ok?" He pulled into the parking lot before going to get her out, "And you're ok with him being Clifford, it is your last name." He grinned, holding her on his hip and carrying her backpack.
"Yes daddy," she sighed dramatically, as though she's explained it too many times, "I'm a Clifford every day, so I don't need to be one for Halloween, and Emily Elizabeth has blonde hair, like us." She smiled.
Michael smiled and nodded, reflecting on how much her daughter looked like him. She was practically a mini him, but she got her mother's dimples. He still missed his ex occasionally, but she wasn't ready for motherhood and Michael respected her wishes. It helped that she stuck to her promise to send birthday and Christmas gifts, but it was hard to explain to someone so young why they didn't have a mommy and daddy like other children. He was grateful to his friends for helping out in the early days, but when he wanted to record full time again the daycare was his saving grace. He was worried about the implications of getting Quinn a nanny, and he wanted her to have social experience with other kids her age. It was also wonderful for him to hear that many other children were in single parent homes.
That's where he met you, or rather, Quinn met Xavier and the two forced their parents to meet. It was a pleasant introduction of course, and Michael was ecstatic that his daughter had made a friend so quick. When he arrived to pick her up after her first Friday, he found her hiding under the slides with a young boy, who had a woman pleading with him to come out.
"Xavier, please, we need to go home. I'm happy you're having fun with friends, and we'll see them on Monday, but your father will be waiting for you."
"Nope!" The young boy crossed his arms, "Quinn said her daddy said she's staying home after today. If we don't go home the day doesn't end."
Michael bit his lip, wondering where Quinn heard him say that and ducked almost uncomfortably low to speak to his daughter.
"Quinn, where did you hear me say that? I said you'll stay home for the weekend, but you'll be back on Monday."
Quinn gasped, surprised to hear her father's voice and quickly turned to him.
"I get to come back? Really?!" She crawled out of her hiding spot before wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Yes really, silly goose." He teased and tickled her sides, lifting her as he turned to you, watching as you lifted your son to your hip, "Sorry for the trouble that caused, she sometimes half hears the conversation, a trait she unfortunately gets from me," he admitted sheepishly.
You shook your head and smiled, "No worries. This rascal always tells me how much fun he's had since your daughter started." You blew a raspberry against his cheek, grinning as he giggled at the feeling.
Michael beamed, happy his daughter was adjusting so well, and asked to exchange numbers with you, mainly to schedule play dates. Over time, he learned you were also a single parent but remained friendly with Xavier's father, who he spent every other weekend with. Eventually, the two men met and Xavier's father was also more than happy to allow play dates between the two.
Michael clocked his daughter in as she put her belongings in her cubby, gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek, before watching her head off to play, smiling at all the kids in their costumes. Getting back in his car, he called you to explain his idea to bring Xavier trick or treating.
The next night, Xavier was dressed in his costume laying under blankets on the couch. A day of rest did him some good, but he was not ready to go out. Luckily, Michael and Quinn would collect candy for him. When Michael called the day before, you had just gotten your son back to sleep. He explained that he could facetime with you and collect candy for Xavier, while he sat at home on the other end, allowing the children to be together that night, in a way. You thought it was brilliant, and with Xavier gaining more energy by the next morning, you knew he wouldn't be against the idea either.
You brought him a bowl of chicken noodle soup, smiling as Michael began to facetime you.
"Is that Quinn?" Xavier asked, small amounts of broth slipping from his mouth.
"Yes honey," you cleaned him with a napkin before accepting the call, holding the phone so you two were in the screen.
"Hi Xavier!" The young girl giggled excitedly, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah!" Your son smiled, "I eat soup and cuddle with my mommy."
You smiled, seeing Michael as he held Quinn's hand but didn't interrupt the children's conversation. Soon, they approached the first house, Quinn shouting trick or treat, and Xavier echoing behind her.
"Oh my, is this Emily Elizabeth?" An older woman smiled, before turning to the phone confused, "And is that Clifford at home?"
"Yep!" Quinn smiled before explaining the situation the best way a four year old can before concluding, "And my daddys holding Xavier's bucket, and we'll drop it off when we're all done."
The woman smiled understandingly and placed a piece of candy in Quinns bucket before allowing her to take one for Xavier.
"Careful now dear, chocolate can make dogs sick," she joked, to which Quinn giggled.
"Not this puppy! If his mommy let him he would only eat chocolate," she smiled and dropped a mini snickers into the bucket in Michaels hands.
He cleared his throat, "What do we say now dear?"
"Thank you!" Quinn beamed, giggling as Xavier repeated her.
Michael and Quinn continued through his neighborhood before driving to your ex's, making the final stop your neighborhood. They didn't get too many houses, however, before Quinn was asking to be carried, and as he made his way up the steps, you laid your exhausted son into his bed.
Michael's knock on your door brought you back to the living room, and your heart melted at the sight of a sleeping Quinn on Michael's shoulder, Michael passing you one of the two completely filled basket.
"Thank you, for making this night easier for Xavier," you smiled as you placed the basket on the entry table.
"Of course. Halloween only comes once a year, and with modern technologies, not even illness should stop the fun." He grinned, carefully shifting Quinn.
You nodded, "Hopefully Xavier will be better in a few days, and we can take photos of them together before he goes to his dad's."
Michael nodded, "They'll love that," he bit his lip, "and maybe on the day Xaviers back at school we can get breakfast?"
You blushed, looking up at him, "Is that a date Michael?"
He smiled sheepishly before nodding, "If you'd like it to be, yeah."
"Yes, I would love to go on a date with you, as long as we dont get the bug. Theres nothing romantic about getting sick on the first date."
He chuckled, "Yeah.. I'll be looking forward to a healthy, happy date," he winked, "but for now, I gotta get little missy here into pajamas and bed."
You laughed lightly and nodded, "drive home safe, and I look forward to seeing you next week."
#5 seconds of summer#michael clifford#5sos writings#5sos fic#michael clifford writings#michael clifford fic#single dad!sos#michael clifford x reader#halloween!sos#october fic event
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I bet you probably got this ask before but what about a scenario where kin brings her boyfriend to meet her parents and brother for the first time?
Im gonna make Kai suffer. Is Kin's destiny to be with someone just as equal as Kai 🤣 (poor baby)
"Birdy?" You called, snickering at his eye twitch whiel he let go of his papers.
"I thought this nickname was dead woman." He sighed in irritation while standing up with a huff.
"Sorry. Never gets old seing that expression of yours" you giggled before whinjng at his pinch on both of your cheeks "Fine fine! I take it back! I take it back!"
He scoffed while letting go of your cheeks, smirking a bit at the way you whined and rubbed then with a pout.
"Spill it out. You cane here for something, right?" He asked sarcastically while crossing his arms and staring you down.
"Yeah, I did." You stopped rubbing on your cheek and looked up at him "Forst you have to promise that you're not going to freak out okay?"
"Who do you take me for?" He asked in irritation while lifting one of his eyebrows up.
"Just promise. Please." You pleaded and he only rolled his eyes at your qords, but still hesitantly followed them. "Ok. Kai, our daughter is with 15..."
"No shit. I thought she had one year." You deadpanned at his monotonous sarcastic comment before you frowned and piked your tongue out at him.
"Anyway smartass." He pinched your waist for that, makimg you yelp but shortly after continue the topic "She was... interested on someone lasy year and he sounds like a good bo-"
You already let out a hopeless sign at seing his muscles tensed and his glove was already gone while his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Anyway, she has a boyfriend now sweety."
Silence. You absolutely hated it when he got silent. It showed you the absolute storm that was passing through his brain, and you could see the hints of it by seing the hives appearing on his face and the way his eyes seemed to emit flames of rage.
"Kai.. you promised you were not-"
"Where?"
"Huh?"
"Who and where is that kid?" He growled, making even you shiver a bit.
"Kai what the hell you're planning to do?" You asked a biit hesitantly, already praying for the poor soul and your daughter when you heard his answer.
"I just want to talk."
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"Sure! He even accepted it!" Your daughter answered while showing her phone, the boy had simply writed a 'K, will be here in a couple of minutes'
You made a worried face while your daughter laughed a bit.
"Geez mom relax! Is not like dad is going to kill him!"
"... do you even know your father?" Kin just simply snickered and got up from her caahir to walk along sides you.
"Mom, chill! Trust me, I got a lot of tastes from you, besides... I thinki it will be fun if dad tasted his own venom for once?" You arched a eyebrow at the way ger golden eyes shined a bit but the devilish smirk was still there.
"What do you mean by that missy?" She merely looked at you and shrugged her shoulders with a smile, greeting with a sweet wave at Mimic passing through.
Oh god, if mimic discovered this you were having TWO killing machines.
For your luck at least your older son was with his girlfriend on somewhere else...
Although when you saw Kin getting smiley and giddly at seing at THAT boy getting out of the car, you looked at her in astonishment and let out a laugh along with her.
The boy had raven hair with the undercut style, had one blue eye while the other was brow as the wood of a tree and by god that stoic face he carried was equivalent to your husband and your sons!. He was wearing the typical black jacket and some boots with jeans as he got out of the the passenger seat, smilling for a fraction of seconds at seing Kin greeting him.
"Ya are the girl's mom miss?" The man ridding the car asked with a cigarate on his mouth, the boy already glared daggers at him.
"Sure am." You giggled while getting closer "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
"No one in special, just that midget's older brother. Wanted to see that cutie of his. Got a good fabric huh?"
"Shut your damn mouth pig." The boy spoked blantly while Kin hushed him a bit.
Oh fuck that was so nostalgic and gave you so many memories of you and Kai your heart did flips.
"I take it ya from the yakusa? Badass as hell since you don't look like the type, but i respect your husband." The man took the cigarette out of his mouth to threw in a nearby trash can "Im going to pick that shrimp later, if he does something wrong I will beat him up."
"P-Please dont do that." You smiled in worry while the man let out a laughter and got out without any words left.
"Mom, this is Naoko. The one I've been gushing about it!" She smiled while the boy scoffed, his skin dusting with the pink blush.
"Apologies for that fucker Daisou. He has no fucking manners." He stoicly said after without a care, widening a bit his eyes when you let out a laugh at his boldness.
Oh god this was going to be so fun.
"Is a pleasure meeting the boy that has got my daughter's attention and love sweety." You bowed before holding his hand, which btw were covered in bruised what the hell child? And gave hin one of your warmest smiles.
"Ny name is Chisaki (Y/n). Call me whatever you feel confortable okay? Welcome to the Shie Hassaikai."
Kin stiffled her giggle at the way Naoko's eyes widened in surprise before he muffled a cough behing one of his bandages fists, muttering a 'thanks' in return.
You were walking a bit until you giggled at the boy's gruff whisper to his girlfriend.
"So is from her that you got all that lovey dovey shit type?"
Yep. This was going to be fun.
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Kai and Naoko immediately changed threating glares at each other the moment the boy placed his boots at side and looked at the older man face.
"My dad, Chisaki Kai. Dad, Naoko." Kin got between the two, showing with her hand at both of them.
Both only nodded and continued their glares exchange... until you just interrupted with a offer of tea for the guest.
Naoko's gasp got stucked on his throat before he brought a hand to rub the back of his head.
"Is not necessary mrs. But th-"
"Normally is considered rudeness refusing such a offer." Chisaki's eyes narrowed at the raven haired boy "Got no manners?"
"More less." He sighed in irritation before placing his hand on his pocket before glaring uo at him again "Guess we are on the same boat."
Kai's eye twitched a bit at that and his glove was already gone while he tried to not lose his temper.
Luckily for that midget his wife carresed a bit his back doscretly making him calm down. Pure fucking luck.
"I heard you are quite a troublesome young man Naoko." You cooed while handing him a cup "My daughter said you beated up someone just last week."
"Quite a example for you Kin. Im shocked that your choices were so poorly." Kjn glared at her father while Naoko merely scoffed and stared back at you, a hint of gratitude on his stoic different color eyes.
"Sure. Little shits wouldn't stop bitching about Kin not having a fucking quirk so I beated their asses." He said nonchantly before sipping on his cup.
Chisaki's eyebrow lifted up a bit, both disgust at his poor vocabulary but soon interested on why exactly he beated those kids.
"Kin, I thiught that whenever thise things happened you need to come talk with me and your mother or even Chrono and Mimic." Jai muttered at her while she shrugged.
"I didn't told anyone. Wasn't going to waste mh or others time with a bunch of filth." Naoko znickered at that, still with his lips touching the cup.
Chisaki merely sighed and thanked you through his gaze for giving him a cup of tea and for sitting next to him.
"Your actions remind me of someone I know very well Naoko." You said sweetly, giggling a bit at the way Chisaki glared at you.
Dont compare him with a brat.
"Sure." The boy replied while putting his cup on the coffe table "But I gotta tell. Kin still can kick some ass."
"Vocabulary is quite poor of yours." Chisaki spoked with a eyebrow lifted up while Naoko did the exact same thing.
"My way of speaking. Is just like that, not going to change either." He sighed before looking at Kin with a glare "Little shit beated me up on a match when I met her."
Kin laughed while Kai's jaw tighten in hate at the way Naoko called his daughter.
"Match? Does the school still does that?" You asked, remembering at all teh times you got called to "control your son" because whenever those happened your Kaito always sended one or three to the infirmary.
"Shitty teachers say is because we have to improve our quirks, and told me to go easy on her... although I wasn't going to go easy, this brat knocked me out." He stated simply, smirling at Kin's laugh.
"You were distracted! Is not my fault." She sayed in protest.
"I see that thise training were worth it for something." Kai sighed before glaring at Naoko "So you do have a quirk?" He asked, disgust completely visible on his voice.
"A shitty one, but yeah." He smirked at Kin, more love showed in his eyes "But at least is useful for something."
"He can summon whatever weapon he wants in just one snap of fingers! Kin sayed in enthusiasm "It last for at least fifteen minutes, but is so cool!"
"Is not much, stop gushing about me in front of your parents idiot." She smirked at him before he messed with her dark brow hair affectionately.
You and Kin were just gone for a few minutes, she went to talk to you and gush even more about her boyfriend; leaving both man staring at each other.
Chisaki had to admit that this brat was a brave soul, because he didn't even once flinched at his glares or even got scared or sad from his comments.
"Spill it out. What do you think of daughter?" He growled threateningly, Naoko simply stared at him for a few minutes before the kid closed his hands together with a sigh, laying his elbows on his legs as he lowered his head for the first time that day.
"She is just too good for this world." He sighed a bit as he glared at the coofe table "She gets so fucking teased and bullied for being from here, yet she doesn't mistreat anyone on that cursed place..."
He arched one of his eyebrows... Kin indeed was a oure soul that it was even difficult to believe that she was his daughter...
"Not only that but I came from a shitty family as well. Yet she didn't even looked down at me once, despite her status and all of that shit. Kindness... is something rare in this god for saken world."
He was having fucking chills of his own past and didn't liked that one bit. But he still kept his posture and continued with his judgmental stare at the boy.
"She is just..." he let out a bitter chuckle "Too fucking pure for this world..." he looked up at Chisaki with narrowing blue and brow eyes "I want to protect her and make her happy, and honestly I could give two rat ass about you not accepting me or whatever shit. But I want to make your daughter happy and safe... and I have a feeling that you did the same with your wife somehow."
He made a amusement face before sogji g and crossing his arms, looking at the direction of where his daughter went along with his wife.
"My wife is the purest thing in this world. She is not sick like many I came to know of..." he looked at Naoko "If you wish to protect and make my daughter happy, then I womt stop you... But-" his eyes went murderous as his voice lowered "Dare. Even dare to make one single tear fall from her eyes, that i will give you a punishment equivalent to what we do here with traitors of the yakusa."
"Trust me, if I ever make her cry I will come here asking for you to beat me up."
Chisaki couldn't help but smirk underneath his mask after that.
"I still dont trust you. But my daughter seems to enjoy your presence, so I will tolerate. But change your vocabulary, is disgusting."
"Only by my fucking dead cold body."
Ok this kid is surely going to get on his nerves a lot.
Kin made a happy squeal as she looked at the scene discretly with you.
"He let it mom! My Naoko is the best!"
"Sure. You passed the big boss my bee. But now you got to have lucky with both of your brothers and Iri aka remember?"
Her face fell into a stoic one before looking at you with a face equivalent to her father
"Way to ruin the moment mom." You snickered before she chuckled along.
#bnha au#bnha ocs#kin chisaki#kin#naoko#my writing#zuffer writings#bnha imagine#bnha x reader#bnha characters#bnha villains#bnha#kai chisaki x reader#chisaki kai x reader
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Even more Who Fic ideas I can’t write bc I’m lazy
Okay maybe not lazy- I don’t think I’m lazy? I just really struggle keeping attention, and after a paragraph I’m bored? I struggle to stick with thing?? Idk? I dunno how to explain- but yeah take my ideas and run with them if you like them?? Heck if you write them, hit me up, and I’ll literally link them in this post <3
Okay so some of these exist already but they’re all mostly text fics? But can we please have more Eleven/Dhawan!Master fics?? I think the fandom has mostly just accepted their original meeting was while he was Eleven because he’s the only New Who Doctor not to have a Master Post-Ten? (Look I bolded post-ten so yall don’t think I’m ignoring Nine and The War Doc??) Can we not have the Master lowkey flirting with Eleven and Eleven being flustered af bc Eleven was a baby :’) Idk? I just- I have no excuses haha
This is an idea Ive had for a while, because I like River and y’know? Space Wives?? Please? :’) But anyway, my biggest love would be Thirteen in the Library episodes? Thirteen lowkey infiltrating the exploration squad or whatever the fudge they were called, she could pass as a normal person albeit a bit eccentric? Because River definitely doesn’t know that face if the Husbands of River Song is anything to go by? Thirteen promising herself she’s not there to get involved or change anything, she’s just there to see River one more time- but then Oop- she get’s involved gg :’) Its up to you how much she changes, if anything gets overwritten? Go crazy yo-
This prompt contains Broadchurch S2 spoilers btw Okay this one is a crossover? Sorry. Normally I’m not a crossover person, I just don’t like them most of the time unless they’re really well written? I read an amazing D:BH x Marvel crossover once?? ANYWAY. I’m going off on one... Broadchurch x Who fics aren’t rare.. but ones including Thirteen are hella rare and it makes me so sad?? But anyway, I finished season 2 the other day and lol at they end, Paul is all like lol bye Joe off to Sheffield you go... and I’m just there fucking screaming? Imagine right? Joe is just chilling in Sheffield being the shitstain that he is? And he sees Thirteen? and he’s like? fuck? what? help? Extra points if she’s being super gay with Yaz or she’s lowkey with the Master :’) but either way Joe is pissing himself bc he’s like holy fuck i’m being haunted or karma or- idk :’) extra extra points if Thirteen spots this random human staring and thinks he’s being homophobic or racist or smth and she lowkey gives him a glare and hESHJBF,DJKBFHDHJKFSDG I’m fine. fuck. i’m honestly fine. Joe deserves jail thanks he made my baby cry :ccc
nOW I have that out of the way- iMAgine lets kill hitler but when River gives him her regenerative shizzle, it heals him yes, but he also regenerates into Twelve? bc by this point the ponds have witnessed Mels > River regeneration so they’re aware of the concept? but now? their young energetic puppy of a doctor is a grumpy scot? and they’re whiplash af? but they aren’t the type to get judgemental? bc he’s still the doctor? I think if the ponds ever had to deal with a regen, they’re definitely in the group that would be accepting and wouldn’t taken ten years to get over it (LOOKING AT YOU CLARA YOU MEANIE???) Rory having a mid-life crisis bc now he has TWO anger scot peoples
Clara breaking Thirteen out of prison bc we’ve all seen the Jack versions but hi Clara can’t get back to Gallifrey to be put back in her timestream if iTS ALL DESTROYED SO IS SHE IMMORTAL??/ Anyway yeah Clara is like lmao psyche I’m gonna go save the dork from prison bc ur not telling me she doesn’t keep tabs on him? pft. Thirteen is like woah holy shit Clara? and Clara is like woah holy shit yoU REMEMBER ME AND YOU’RE GORGEOUS AND WOAH SHIT NOW IM GAY?? :’) and then Jack bursts in and he’s like oh i was late which one of you are the doctor- :’)
Asylum of the Daleks except Eleven literally takes Dalek Oswin with him? and news spreads among the universe? the doctor and a dalek> traveling? together? it causes the biggest shOOKETH in the history of shOOKETHs? imagine landing places and peoples reactions to a fuCKING DaleK OH SHIT WE GON DIE but then woah?? a literal sassy female-sounding dalek? hi bye wtf? Yes. We stan Dalek Oswin.
Thasmin bc I need to make sure yall know deSPITE THE USERNAME I DO ACTUALLY DIE FOR THASMIN TOO YKNOW??? anyway, the house-tardis (housis) likes Yaz, bc everyone likes Yaz, have you met her? she’s precious? we love? anyway the housis takes Yaz to the Doctor bc Yaz is lowkey begging bc she needs to save her- she doesn’t know what happens but- she hopes and- anyway the housis takes her to prison and yeet Yaz is a badass and breaks her out? Thirteen is like woAH im gay af when Yaz deadass throws a guard over her shoulder or smth and she’s like I DONT APPROVE OF TH E VIOLEN C E but she’s also gay crisis af :’) we just have lots of prison break alternatives in this church
Can i throw in another broadchurch crossover? I like these... The Master escapes the Kasaavin realm and ends up in Broadchurch? He’s bare confused why everyone looks like the doctor or his/her/their human pets :’) he lowkey does double takes every two seconds. without a tardis he’s forced to live as a human for a bit, while trying to contact the doctor, bc as much as he doesnt wanna admit it, he needs her to give him a lift to his tardis lmao- anyway she eventually turns up and idk , everything falls to shit bc the general public are so confused bc now there’s two beths :’)
the fam end up in petes world after a shitshow in the votex :’) maybe someone crashes into them (lol probably the master being a bish) and yep. thirteen is like o shit nope i cant do this- but the fam wanna explore, so she can’t refuse. and ofc, cliche af but oFC THEY RUN INTO ROSE? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WE NEED BLONDE BABIES TOGETHER THANKS? maybe thirteen is trying to pretend to be normal and human and its a disaster and the fam are confused but play along, maybe they’re dragged into an alien issue and its all running and shit? maybe meta doc is dead? maybe thirteen wants to tell rose who she is so bad but? she cant? things are so different now? she’s changed so much> she’s scared? jkhflkjhg precious- but yeah take it as you wANT YO
the fam meeting missy. you can set missy pre-dhawan, post-dhawan, I’m not bothered? personally I really like post-dhawan but it’s fine. the fam are like oo whose this aND IT DOESNT CONNECT THEY’RE THE MASTER BC MISSY IS A NORMAL NAME SO THEY DONT THINK- but then it comes to light and they’re like HYJKFGUIGFDSLUHGSUHL maybe they’re angry and confrontational, maybe they’re defensive and shook?? i dunno but missy and fam are the dream squad thanks-
same as last time, this has lots of typos and gramatical errors, shit punctuation and half the time i forgot to capatalize... BUT i lowkey have a big ass bandage around a finger on my left hand and its hard to type- (i was a numpty and cut a bit off my finger at work) SO YEAH I HAVE AN EXCUSE- ?? haha jokes im just a mess... but yeah I’ll fix this post up evenbtually...
#doctor who#doctor who season 12#doctor who spoilers#broadchurch#thirteenth doctor#12th doctor#13th doctor#11th doctor#10th doctor#twelfth doctor#eleventh doctor#tenth doctor#yaz#yasmin khan#river song#captain jack harkness#amy pond#rory williams#clara oswald#doctor who season 4#doctor who season 7#doctor who season 8#thoschei#thasmin#thirteenth doctor x river song#thirteenth doctor x the master#thirteenth doctor x yasmin khan#lots of gay gay#dhawan!master#Jodie whittaker
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Photogenic, Part 1
Arriving on set for your next shoot was no problem. Neither was doing a morning coffee run or filling in as stylist when yours ended up giving birth three weeks early and receiving the call last night. The last minute model swap wasn’t either. What was a problem was your hairstylist, Jon, calling to say he was stuck in New York and couldn’t find a flight out in time to make the shoot. Your boss, Diana - who was her usual chipper, high energy, eccentric self today- took it all in stride, although your eyes about popped out of their sockets at her brilliant suggestion,
“You want me to do his hair?!” Your shock was clear. On top of everything else she wants you to handle this?! Clothing you could manage; Liz had everything prepped and ready to go, until her contractions started intensifying. But hair? You could only manage yours on a good day. Diana simply shrugged it off.
“Well, you’ve already got wardrobe under control, the set’s a simple scene and you know what product does what. I think doing some guys hair would be a simple feat for you.” Diana answers, fidgeting with her camera. “Just use that blue bottle we used on that Men’s Health issue last week. You know, with that gorgeous guy from Wisconsin, what was his name again? Darian? Dustin? No, Dusty! That’s the one!” She continued to ramble as you glanced at your watch.
The rose gold band gleamed in the studio light as you read the time, 7:39 am. Your model was due to arrive no later than 8. Surely you could handle a little product and teasing some guys hair, right?
“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” The rumble of a deep voice startles you out of your thoughts. With a slight jump in surprise, your left hand flies up to your chest, trying to stop your startled heart from jumping out in a panic.
“Son of a nutcracker, you scared me!” You admit as you turn in your heels to find a tall, gorgeous man with bright green eyes staring back at you. “Yes, that would be me.” You voice as you rake your eyes over his frame. No matter what you come back to his eyes. ‘So brilliant’, you think to yourself. He smiles. ‘Damn, even his smile is gorgeous.’
“Great, I’m Charlie, your model.” He lifts his hand and you follow, taking his with your free hand not still pressed against your heart to shake his. Strong, warm and lightly calloused, not too rough. A professional handshake, you smile back at him and meet his eyes.
“Pleasure to meet you, Charlie. I’ve set up a personal space for you until we’re ready to begin prepping for the shoot.” You turn and start for a private room just off set before continuing. “Our hair stylist is caught up in a storm at the air port, so I’ll be filling in for him today, as well as doing your wardrobe. We’ve had a lot of surprises today. If there’s anything you need or if you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask.” You turn back to him as you talk before motioning him inside the open door to his personal space just past wardrobe and hair.
You watch as he sets down a black backpack that was slung across one shoulder. Placing it on the side of the blue sofa, he starts to remove his black leather jacket next. “Thank you. I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other today then...” You watch his movements as he continues on, unintentionally tuning out as you focus on his blue shirt as his muscles contract underneath it.
You let your eyes fall to his rear as he tosses his jacket over the arm of the sofa, unzipping his backpack. You never considered yourself a butt lady, but here you are being proven wrong. His black jeans fit perfectly as they lead down to fit snuggly over his athletic legs before stopping at a pair of black and white accented Pumas. You finish admiring him and let your eyes lead you back up his frame to see him holding a box wrapped in yellow paper with ducklings on it. ‘What’s with the box?’ Your eyes flicker up to find his eyes set on yours. Your breath catches. ‘Caught.’
“I’m sorry?” You feel your cheeks redden at the realization he caught you checking him out. ‘How unprofessional of me! Get yourself under control!’ He grins as he looks down at the box.
“For Liz, the stylist? I’ve worked with her before and found out she was supposed to be on set today. I was planning on giving this to her but I guess it’ll have to wait.” He finishes, setting the present on the coffee table. You feel your heart do a tumble in awe of how sweet and thoughtful he is to get Liz a present.
“We were very surprised to find out she had the baby yesterday. I’m sure she’d love it if you stopped by to see her, she’s excited to show off her little boy and keeps begging for everyone to come see her.” You reply.
“Y/N! Diana’s locked herself out of the computer again and Ron’s throwing a fit over it.” You turn back to find Trey running over, his lanyard swinging around him with every step before he comes to a stop just behind you. “And we’re having problems with the studios air conditioning and can’t get ahold of their maintenance team.” He adds.
“I told Diana not to touch Ron’s tech and she doesn’t listen!” You vent, turning back to Charlie. You place a pleasant smile on your face as you excuse yourself. “I’ll be back in a few and we’ll start prepping for the shoot. Feel free to wander the set. We have a snack table and beverages in the next room. The restrooms just down that hall.” You point to your left, excuse yourself and start for Diana with Trey trailing behind you, listening to your swears with a grin on his scruffy face.
With a late start your shoot begins. You’ve managed to gain access to the computer systems, remind Diana why she needs to not touch Ron’s precious baby of a computer, calm Ron, adjust lighting and style Charlie. But to everyone’s disappointment, the maintenance crew has yet to fix the air conditioning.
You look on as Diana and Charlie work in the heat. You check the outcome of photos whilst settling background crew issues. You pulled fans to help keep the space cool in the L.A. heat, but it’s hardly making a difference in today’s conditions.
You watch as Charlie models a jacket without a shirt underneath, a concept you never truely understood. ‘Why bother with just a jacket? No one goes around with a jacket and no shirt?’ You may not understand the point in the advertinsing, but it makes for a hot, much appreciated shot. And you quite enjoy watching Charlie work with the lack of a shirt. You almost fan yourself when he ditches the coat all together and stands in a pair of jeans only. ‘At least if I did fan myself it could be blamed for the weather.’
Diana focuses her camera before freezing. A minute later she pulls away from the camera and turns to you looking displeased.
“What is it?” You ask, uncertain. Your eyes wander in a panic. ‘Did I say one of my thoughts out loud again? Did I forget spare memory cards? Is it the lighting? Surely it isn’t the lighting?’ You think, eyes returning to her face.
“Nails.” She whispers, lifting a hand and wiggling her fingers. “I need nails.”
Your eyebrows draw in as you ponder her line of thinking. “Nails? Diana, I don’t think now’s the best time for a manicure.”
“Not for me!” She yells, pointing back behind her to a half n*de Charlie. “Him!”
“What’s wrong with his nails?” You ask, walking over before grabbing his hands and turning them over in yours, inspecting.
“No, no, no. Not his nails.” Diana calls as she looks around her. “I need to see every woman’s nails!” She calls as she grabs the closest female and evaluates her hands. “Nope.” She moves on to the next. “No.” And the next, “No, no, no.” On and on. You drop Charlie’s hands and head over for Diana.
“I can call for a model if you-“ Before you can finish she cuts you off.
“It’ll take too long. I have pretty ladies here, surely one of them has pretty fingers.” She interrupts, moving down the line as you back up to clear space.
“Diana, this is a fashion shoot, I don’t see why we’re veering off c-“
“I was inspired. I want the shot. I’ll personally pay whoever extra for it. I need it.” She flits from woman to woman, never slowing but to cast a glance at their hands. ‘Okay, I guess we’re changing direction.’
“What if we edit them to-“
“No.” Diana states firmly. “No faking it. I want real. I always do real. Give me your hands, Y/N.”
She yanks on your wrists before you can object. Your freshly manicured nails reflect the light above. Diana stops a moment to wipe sweat from her brow before nodding, patting your hand and straightening her back.
“Those will do. Come, Y/N.” She commands. She returns to her post behind her camera. “Loose the shirt, missy. I need bare arms for this. Pull your hair back too. I can’t have those locks disturbing my shot.” She instructs. You come to a stop beside her as she adjusts the camera.
“I have no modeling experience.” Your excuse causes her to tsk. You try again. “I think we should get Clara to do it. I can have her nails ready-“ she stops you with a pointed look.
“I want your hands on Charlie’s chest, now.” Her firm tone makes you realize this is a battle you cannot win. A glance over your shoulder shows a crew member patting away sweat from Charlie as he watches you and Diana. He’s calm, relaxed. You bite your bottom lip as you admit defeat and mentally prepare yourself to touch him. ‘Dont be nervous, he’s a professional, he’s used to it. It’s not like you’ve never touched a man before.’
“Okay.” You turn and strip off your blouse. ‘Let’s get this over with. No shying away.’ You think as you pull your hair back, slightly glad to be just a touch cooler in your black bra, though a little bit self conscious.
After blotting at Charlie’s sweat and checking over you to see if you need any coverage, you both are free to take your places. Approaching behind him, you slowly settle your palms on his chest and hold your breath as the shoot proceeds.
“Trey, adjust the light over there.” Diana voices. You sense movement around you on the set but keep still. “Get a little closer, y/n. Move your hands lower.” Diana instructs. You move your hands down slowly as you shift your feet slightly forward, just a few inches between your face and his back. You feel your hands hit his abs as Diana calls for you to stop. You gulp. ‘Oh my god.’
“Trey, let’s go a little darker. Y/N, I need you just a bit closer, move your legs a bit, I’m catching some interference, you may need to pin your skirt up so it’s hidden.” Diana calls before a pause. “Hell, maybe just strip down to your skivies.” You can hear the smile in her voice. She’s teasing, though you can hear the contemplation in her tone.
“Oh Lord.” You squeak. Another assistant comes up to you and gently adjusts your skirt before helping you move your legs to completely hide behind Charlie. Your chest is now touching his bare back, you feel a slight breeze from a nearby fan hit the backs of your upper thighs. ‘I’m glad I wore cute underwear today.’
The camera clicks, flashing around you. You begin to feel every movement Charlie makes, no matter how subtle. How he slightly twists to one side, an arm adjustment, his abs clenching to give more contour.
“Perfect. Yes. I love it!” Diana rings out between shots. You feel a smile slowly slip into place at the praise. “You guys good?”
“Yes!” Your pitch higher than normal.
“Fantastic. Y/N’s got a light touch.” Charlie glances back with a grin to you. You meet his eyes.
“Oh, well maybe she should dig in. It’d make a great shot.” Diana suggests. Charlie’s grin widens as he looks back to the camera before him. Your eyes narrow. ‘Son of a...’
Your fingertips slowly fall lower on his abs before sinking into his flesh. He gives a light grunt in response. You bite your lip again out of nerves.
“Oh my god, I’m in love.” Diana says as she snaps away. Sweat droplets trail along your skin as the temperate rises, either from the suns changing position or the lack of space between you and Charlie, you can’t decide.
As soon as Diana called it quits, you snagged your blouse from the chair you tossed it on and make your way for the bathroom. Throwing the door open you lock it shut as soon as you clear the frame. Your fingers pull on tissues from the box as you blot away at the sweat sticking to your skin. Your eyes turn up to your reflection in the mirror.
“What the hell?” You wonder aloud to yourself. ‘He’s just a man! Why are you so out of sorts?! You are an adult woman, pull yourself together!’ You have a hard time grasping onto why you’re so attracted to him. Sure, he’s handsome, but you always look beyond the physical. ‘You hardly know him, slow down.’ You continue to lecture yourself as you make yourself more presentable. Finally you decide it’s perfectly natural for a woman to react that way to a man. ‘A well mannered, professional, gorgeous, hot, sweaty, nearly na*ed man...’ You decide you need a cold shower and turn to unlock the door, close down the set and start for home.
But the frustration returns when you catch the all telling grin gracing Diana’s face. She giggles as she packs her camera away.
“You plotter.” You hiss. She full on laughs as you scan the area for open ears or worse, Charlie. All clear.
“I think he liked it. I know I did.” You scowl at Diana as she latches her case shut. You start breaking down the set as she starts for the door. She stops beside you.
“You know, you’re really photogenic.” She says, slipping you a candid photo of you eyeing a blurred Charlie. Your scowl deepens as Diana cackles. She’s almost out the door when a sudden force of air starts surging through the building. “Oh lovely, the air’s on!”
“Really?!” You yell in frustration.
“Perfect timing, right?” You turn to find the man at the center of your thoughts, Charlie. He’s fully clothed now in his black jeans and blue tee. His backpack is slung over one shoulder and his leather jacket is grasped in one hand. You release a puff of air in defeat as you turn to him.
“It was nice working with you.” He holds out his hand again. You switch on your professionalism and take his hand in yours.
“It was a pleasure to work with you. I hope our paths cross again.” Half lie. It was a pleasure to work with him, if only your brain and body would stay professional at all times. You’re uncertain if you’d like your paths to indeed cross again. Dropping your hand, Charlie nods casually and approaches you slowly, looking on around him as he lowers his lips to beside your ear.
“I think they will.” You eye him curiously. He winks before starting for the exit. You turn to watch as he confidently exits the set, presumably never to be seen again.
“I need an ice bath.” You breathe out.
#writing by moose#my writing#writing#writers on tumblr#writeblr#story#y/n#fiction by moose#fiction#love#x reader#my crush#crush#charlie matthews#model#modeling#series#part 1
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Antidote- chapter three: me, you & Arkham
SUMMARY:
Harriet is a well respected healer and volunteers at multiple places including Arkham asylum, Healing their injured. When she gets a call asking for her assistance in healing the infamous Jerome valeska after his face was removed she’s thrown into a position where her morals will be tested.
⚠️warnings⚠️: language, bad writing, (does flirty Jerome count as a warning?)
The birds sang as Harriet made her way towards Arkham asylum. She decided to listen to nature on her walk instead of her headphones. She had a particularly preppy skip in her step today, which was noticed by most of the guards as she entered the building. ‘You look chipper today, Hoffman’. ‘ nice to see you look so happy today, love’ she smiles as the compliments to her cheery mood kept coming, making her way to her office space she decides to stop by the recreation space, where inmates gather to eat and spend time with eachother. She leans on the bars, watching the inmates. She was paying such close attention to a particular accident prone inmate, she didn’t notice a familiar figure walking up to her until she heard a whistling And bars rattling slightly as the inmate leans against the bars aswell.
“well, hello again miss elixir. Miss me?” The voice sent a chill down her spine, but she smiles. She knew it was jerome.
“well, the last few days have been a little boring without you, but can’t say I have”
Jerome was silent for a few moments before speaking
“well then”
His voice held slight hurt but also amusement as this woman’s constant sharp whit, it was definitely interesting for him
Harriet turns to face him and laughs slightly
“I’m joking, it’s definitely been less interesting without you around, even if we only met that once. You can’t fake or forget that dazzling personality”
She gets closer to the bars, her hands behind her back and a somewhat flirtatious smile on her face. Jerome smiles wickedly
“why thank you, always nice to be appreciated”
Harriet laughs slightly again
“that and I kinda missed your singing”
Jerome, taken aback by the comment, couldn’t hide the confusion on his face “you missed my singing?”
She nodded the flirty smile was replaced by a cocky one
“yeah, I actually kinda missed your terrible singing”
Jerome places and hand on his chest, puffing it out slightly
“I’ll have you know missy, that I’m an excellent singer”
Harriet folds her arms. Now it was her turn to puff out her chest
“the multiple voice cracks I heard say otherwise
Jerome pauses for a few beats before placing his fingers into the links in the fencing
“ya’know I almost forgot what a sarcastic little shit you are”
Harriet winks before getting a little closer to the chained barrier
“well get used to it buster, I volunteer here, so you’ll have to get used to my sarcastic wit”
Jerome hums, a smirk on his face. He was enjoying this. But before he could answer her a few voices began calling his name. Harriet jutted her chin out towards the sound
“looks like they’re calling you, red”
Jerome looks towards the voices calling his name, two inmates. One had a bag over his head, the other wore a hat made of paper machè. Harriet was admiring the handy work of the hat when jeromes voice drew her attention back to him
“looks like they are...well I’ll see ya around, kid”
Harriet scoffed at the nickname; kid, really?
“I’m a year younger then you, dont call me kid!” She folded her arms. irritation clear in her voice. Jerome playfully rolled his eyes at her
“oh c’mon, I mean it with all the kindness I can muster” he smiles at her before turning on his heels to join the two men who were calling him
“that’s not saying a lot” harriets voice was small but could still be heard
Jerome turns to look at her, an eyebrow raised
“what was that, sweetheart?”
Harriet stumbles over her words slightly, shit he heard her
“nothing!”
She calls back, Jerome just shook his head and headed towards the two men. leaving Harriet at the bars, a small smile of her face
“Hoffman, wake up”
Harriet jerks awake and peels a blank piece of paper from her face.
“Oh, mr. Michaels. I’m sorry, I fell asleep again didn’t I?”
She shakes her head, already knowing full well that she indeed fell asleep
“Yes, not only that...I need to have a word with you”
She nodded, sitting with a much more straighter posture
“Sure, what’s up”
“It’s about valeska....you need to be more careful around him”
She cocked her head to the side
“I assure you, mr. Michaels. I’m being very careful around him”
He gets closer to her desk
“That’s the thing. He seems to think you have a soft spot for him”
Harriet wide eyed, Almost chokes on nothing
“I’m...I do not have a soft spot for him” She raised her voice slightly, which made mr.Michaels raise an eyebrow
“That’s what he said in his last verbal therapy session” he sighs, taking off his glasses and beginning to clean them.
“it’s ether that or he’s projecting his own infatuation of you. It’s not looking good either way, Harriet. I don’t want a repeat of the miss, treswick incident”
She looks down at the desk.
miss. treswick was the last woman to be the resident nurse here at arkham once miss. Thompkins left. She was murdered by the inmate she helped escape after the pair became infatuated with eachother. Harriets mind raced with thoughts
Would Jerome ever hurt her? She knew he was more then capable of doing so, but the more she thought about it, the more her head began to hurt
With a shake of her head she looks the man in the eyes
“I know, I know. I assure you my relationship with mr. Valeska isn’t of that nature and I have no intention of making it so”
She shuffled papers,her blonde curly hair falling into her face
“Right, let’s hope so”
Was his only response before he turns on his heels and shuts the door after him.
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hello im (F, 24) an idiot and forgot to post tessa’s (F, 22, fictional) intro!
pls bare in mind most of this was written 5+ years ago n i haven’t written tessa since 2015...... but lets get this show (LOCKWOODRP) on the road (DASHBOARD).
tw school shooting, tw bipolar disorder
art hoe. always covered in paint. why?? she bad at painting
the mark rothko jackson pollock kind of bad tho wher people are like.... omg.... revolutionary..... its a badly drawn vagina
fuckin loves astrology, but cant take it that seriously bcos one of her bfs was a gemini so there’s some lenience there. but she WILL blame her hormones and mood swings on the positon of mars
embodies pure sunshine.
one of those really annoying people that can go through the most traumatic shit and still find a positive spin.
cares so much for others but does not really care for herself n it’s meant she just bottles up all this shit n when someone asks her how her day has gone she just falls on the ground like tht bit in midsommar when florence does that loud wheezy noise and sits down
has never really had much money at all. learns to make-do with what she has. loves upcycling!! her bookshelf is made from cardboard which she’s reinforced by pappering it over with pages ripped out of thrifted books. her sofa is an old car boot which she’s repainted, put on wheels and stuffed w cushions so that it’s actually bearable to sit on.
her knitted cardigan? its made out of wife material.
knits all the time. will crochet you a christmas scarf. if ur lucky you might get a knitted jumper with a penis in a santa hat
still sleeps with cuddly toys n then wonders why ppl dont think she’s mature enough for a serious relationship
very passionate about Sister Doing It For THemselves!! raised by a single mom who worked her ass off so that tessa could do fun activities after school, have lelli kelly shoes, and go to college (not necessarily in tht order of importance)
tessa was born out of wedlock as the result of an affair between her mom (a journalism intern in her early 20s) and a new york times editor.
the editor offered to pay tessa’s mom off to have an abortion, but she was like fuck u and told the papers he’d done that and used the money to cover the cost of her internship which they refused to pay her for
and because of the scandal, he ended up going through a pretty messy divorce with his wife, and losing custody of his kids. so as a child tessa was seen as the cause of a divorce and received mutliple letters from the editors wife (to tessa personally!) and his kids saying how she had ruined everything, but her mom moved them to another town so tessa didn’t have to deal with that crap.
her mom worked 3 jobs to put her through school, so in return tessa pushes herself incredibly hard to succeed. needs a break and a hug and to get laid to be honest.
an old soul. likes old films, old music, old people. only recently got an iphone 5s so not really with this century yet
very sweet and soft and kind but also a fucking mess and won’t listen to anyone else’s opinion. she’ll take comfort, but not advice.
feminist buddhist bisexual vegetarian for human rights and animal welfare. standing on a soapbox shouting about the climate in the quad, shoving flyers into your hands. flyers everwhere. she turns up at your grandmas funeral and shoves one into her mouth. she’s stolen the mic from the vicar to talk about pandas.
says “mother of pearl” and “heavens to betsy”.
had an affair with her married piano teacher and he’s now facing a custody battle and his wife is leaving him and tessa has completely internalised that guilt despite her being the victim in the scenario
aesthetics: paint splattered jeans, loose curls spilling from a scrunchie, thrifted blouses in bright yellow, guzzling coffee in the library at three am when a term paper’s due, shoddily illustrated campaign posters to save endangered species, polaroids plastered to your bedroom walls with scribbled dates on the frames, jumping into a stack of autumn leaves, jumping off piers in the summer months and stripping off your wet clothes on the beach, digging your thumbs into peaches to leave a bruise, smoking with the extractor fan on to hide the smell, bath bombs, letting the girls at lush rub samples all over your skin, cacti with knitted bobble hats, decorative pillows and sun and moon blanket throws, basic bitch fairy lights hanging from every single window, painting the name of the boys you’ve loved inside your wardrobe door.
studies fine art and philosophy, and wants to become either a lecturer or the first woman president. vibe wise, very similar to leslie knope, missy from big mouth, and basically the naive everygirl with a high opinion of themselves trope
gets drunk off like one double vodka lemonade because she’s small and she’s a pretty messy wild drunk. it’s when slutty tessa comes out, and the next day she’ll thoroughly regret every choice made and decide she’s never drinking again and cutting out all men and starting daily sudoko
on the cheerleading team and is a flyer, which she sees as a HUGE responsibility and she works really hard to make sure she’s on it for her team. one of those get up at 7am and go to the gym before school types its sickening
she had a really traumatic time at high school because there was a shooting in her school. she was in the next classroom when it happened, and she lost one of her friends in the shooting. she had to take two months off school, was diagnosed with depression and put on anti-depressants because of it. in her 2nd year of uni she was rediagnosed with bipolar disorder and anxiety, which she’s now on medication for. she can be really good for several months at a time and feel super creative and determined (she actually finds manic periods helpful for her creativity n art, n sadly sometimes doesn’t take her meds in these periods to push herself more which is obvs super bad.....). but when the bad periods come they can also last months n she had to take a semester out of school last year because of her mood, so she should be a senior by now but she’s retaking junior year
she attends weekly stress-management sessions prescribed by her doctor which she finds pointless.
very childish in the sense that she can only see her own point of view and kind of views herself as the “protagonist” and thinks her ideas are super important and life changing and she IS Destined for Greatness! despite being pretty much average af
pinterest board.
STATS
age: 22
height: 5'2"
positive traits: kind-hearted, gregarious, selfless, philosophical, open minded, idealistic, courageous, feisty, charismatic, loyal, adventurous.
negative traits: stubborn, hot-headed, reticent, escapist, self-destructive, easily led, naive, troubled, complicated, stepford smiler, envious, overdramatic, explosive.
distinguishing Marks: heart-shaped birthmark on the right of her chest, splattering of freckles across the cheeks during summer months, full lips, large eyes, porcelain features, long wavy hair, tattoo of a bird and a cage on her ankles and a basic bitch arrow tat on her wrist (srry to anyone with an arrow tat).
skills: jack-of-all-trades, talented pianist, perceptive, knows the correct way to throw a punch, good survival instinct, is able to remain calm in stressful situations, endures, artistic, excels in academic studies, hard-working and self-motivated, expert liar and talented actress.
likes: wolves, vintage thrift store fashion, old leather-bound books, left-wing democratic politics, cigarettes, poetry, John Hughes movies, cold coffee, hot tea, the sound of laughter, staying up til 4am having deep conversations, Tchaikovsky, having deep conversations about life, stationary, DC Comics, horoscopes, winged eyeliner, cats, knee-high socks, house music, abandoned buildings, studio ghibli, the smell of the earth after rain, Wes Anderson films, herbal tea, old people, solitude, esoteric things, the smell of freshly baked bread, Charles Bukowski, the moon.
fears: death, oblivion, global warming, losing those she loves, isolation, clowns, guns, enclosed spaces.
nicknames: Tess, T-Dog, Tessie, Socrates, Princess, Sunshine Girl, Florence Nightingale.
alignment: Neutral Good
MBTI type: INFP
BIOGRAPHY
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Her story begins with Cordelia Costello, a twenty-three year old college drop-out, turned beautician, turned columnist, turned intern at a local publishing company. She was a youthful, beautiful, siren of a women, always surrounded by an aura of enigma and an entourage of men. It was no surprise to the gossips in the office that within six months working at the company, Cordelia had added to her list another title – mistress to Franklin Hozier, the Editor of the New York Times. After two blissful months and three hundred and twenty seven orgasms, Cordelia decided she wanted a baby. Franklin laughed in her face. Feeling isolated and used, Cordelia continued her affair with her boss’ boss for another month, before deciding to take matters into her own hands.
It started with a turkey baster.
Soon the infant cries of a baby girl graced the world, her wrinkled skin puckered and pink as her mother held her in her arms, glancing upon the most beautiful thing in her life. Once Tessa, named after Cordelia’s favourite literary heroine, entered the world, Franklin left her life and things took a turn for the better. Despite living in a rented one-bedroom apartment in Staten Island, on what little money Cordelia had saved, Tessa’s childhood years were filled with nothing but the happiest of memories. Times were tough, but what they lacked in money, the Costello’s made up in love. While Tessa was at school, Cordelia did odd jobs cleaning, child-minding, working in local nurseries, in order to save up enough money to give her daughter the best start in life.
Despite what she had been led to believe by television shows and teen movies, the first few years of High School were some of the best years of her life. Tessa threw herself into a multitude of activities that High School offered her, including the drama club, the orchestra, choir, badminton and the school newspaper. While she certainly wasn’t considered ‘popular’ at school, Tess had a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. In fact, High School was a place where she made some of the greatest memories of her life, but come her final year, it was also a place where she was haunted by some of her worst.
On the January 17th of Tessa’s senior year of high school, a shooting took place in Westville High School. For two hours Tessa locked herself in a supply cupboard, her head between her knees as she tried to stay silent despite the screams of horror from the corridor. Eighteen students were caught in the crossfire, two of which were Tessa’s best friends. Bouquets of flowers, laminated photographs, Teddy Bears in cling-film bags attached to balloons littered the streets as families and friends came to pay tribute to the eighteen students withered before they had a chance to bloom.
It took two months of therapy before Tessa could return to school. Some of the survivors could never return due to the horrors that their eyes had laid witness to. Sometimes Tessa felt like a part of her had died with the friends that were stolen from her too soon, but one thought kept her going through: she had survived, she was alive and breathing, and she could not afford to loose a second of the precious time she had been granted on this earth. Despite the nightmares that continued to haunt her each night, Tessa found in the aftermath of the disaster a new sense of motivation. She began applying for scholarships for colleges without her mother’s knowledge, in the hope that her academic success would be enough to carry her through further education. Thankfully, it was, and after three torturous months of waiting Tess was offered an arts scholarship to her dream school, Lockwood University, where she hoped she could finally start to rebuild her life.
THE PRESENT:
Life at university was like a separate world. Students came and went like moths among the whisperings and the tequila and the stars. In this new world, Tessa was exposed for the first time in her life to alcohol, drugs, and the sexual appetites of other students her age – though she politely declined all three. Instead, Tessa threw herself into the vast array of activities in the hope that by distracting herself she could escape the terrible flashbacks that continued to haunt her. Tessa joined the lacrosse team, despite never having played before, and took up cheerleading discovering a new talent; she joined the musical theatre group, and the film club, and even set up her own acapella singing society. But despite how much she tried to throw herself into student life, her past hung around her like a bad smell, and with the added pressure of the Sinking Ships zine, Tess began to feel the weight of her secret tying her down like a pair of shackles around her wrists.
PERSONALITY:
If someone was to describe Tessa in a single word, it would most likely be ‘bubbly’, ‘open-minded’ or ‘sweet’. But they would be wrong – Tessa is not bubbly, or sweet, or stubborn, or hotheaded, or fiesty, or infectious, or any of the things the world see her as, but merely a numb and lonely echo of the gregarious, halcyon girl she once was. Tessa Costello was one of life’s enigmas. No one knew who she was, for to each person she met she wore a different mask – she dripped confidence, or was painfully shy; she was an exhibitionist, or a brooding wallflower; she took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was an actress and the world was her stage, each person she met a different member of the audience in the performance of her life.
In truth, Tessa no longer even recognised herself. Insecure, and self-destructive, she tried to hang on to the extroverted, mischievous pieces of herself that everyone had once loved, but day by day it got harder to know what lay in the vacant holes blown through her mind. While she was stubborn and hot-headed, Tessa always saw the best in people, which meant that she was easily led astray. While she had grown up learning to be street smart and astute, she was idealistic and allowed silly fantasies to cloud her mind. By nature, she was passionate, which lead her to misimagine and romanticise those she met. Despite the hell she had witnessed, and the anxiety that feasted upon her, she believed that people were innately good and that to have courage and be kind could cure anyone of their sadness – yet she was unable to cure herself.
TWITTER:
@500daysoftessa: i blame disney films and musicals for my high expectations of men
@500daysoftessa: i am in love with the boy who works at starbucks. today i asked for a double latte and he gave me a tripple, which i think is proof that my love is requited. our children will be smart and talented and beautiful.
@500daysoftessa: little known historical fact: pharaohs were burried with their hands crossed over their chests because it was a popular belief there would be countless water slides in the after life.
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Idk how many times we have to say this..Kellee was the one who decided dan’s behavior wasnt worth a vote out,because after having a 2 HOUR convo about it with missy,she still wanted to vote missy out! Missy was then told of this, and tried to get the vote to stay on dan, by getting elizabeth to tell janet that she was touched by dan. its unclear if she knew that elizabeth had no problem with dan but TO ME it seemed like she thought that elizabeth felt the same way because the way that convo started was elizabeth asking how missy was and missy saying ‘I wasnt touched last night so that’s good’ ontop of that, the worst documented case of dan’s touching was him touching missy’s ass when they were sleeping in the shelter...Anyway, even though dan being voted off was back on the table, how was she supposed to know that it wasnt a red herring and that she was the target after all (she even said this to janet on the next tribal council,when everyone else was being horrible to janet! WATCH IT BACK) so she made the game move and voted kellee out, the only person she knew for a fact was coming for her...The next episode, she backtracked to save the relationship with dan, who she STILL had to play with (which isnt great! Especially the stuff about how ‘if we were uncomfortable dont you think we’d tell you...’ stuff but like what else was she supposed to do??Be honest about disliking someone with that much power in the game? production really should have just gotten dan’s ass out)...never once did she discredit what kellee said,She only ever spoke for herself! And to the merit of the other women, they never discredited what kellee said either...Please keep her fucking name out of it!
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