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Soft Whitney and their plushies. Softney.
Thinking of finding Whitney at the arcade one day, too busy trying to win a plushie from the claw machine to notice your approaching footsteps, halting in your tracks as you watch from afar. Watch how they pathetically lose after every try, quickly running out of coins with the last of their remaining cash that they got. Hand reaching for their pockets only to pull nothing out, spent dry.
PC suggesting to get it for them, the bully freezing up on the spot since it means you just saw that humiliating display but.. they do really want that plushie. Lets you do it and you manage on the first try, slightly irritated though also grateful for you winning it, handing them over the stuffed toy. Visible blush and resigned look on their face as they mutter a silent “thanks” under their breath before striding away, plush in their arm.
Just know they resist the urge to fawn over plushies whenever they see them, imagine them doing god knows whatever with their cronies, momentarily pausing to stare at the shop window filled with the stuffed toys on display. Has to act all tough even if they’re mentally noting to themselves to go to that shop later alone. Bring you over if you’re actually interested though that’d mean having to admit they have a collective themselves..
Names their newly obtained gift with your name, slip on the tongue if they were to ever actually utter it out loud. How the fuck do you explain to someone why you named your plushie after them??
Fuck, it’s complicated.
“It’s not what it looks like, you stupid slut! Now get the fuck out of my room!”
#I would tease the shit out of them for the rest of their life#aww you named your plushie after me?#what do you do?#cuddle with it?#give it kisses?#do you—#finds himself 6ft under the ground after that#ah#well shit#dol#degrees of lewdity#whitney the bully#whitney the tsundere#such a tsundere#dol whitney#whitney dol#asher getting.. ideas!#once in a blue moon where I ramble about fluff
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Might seem crazy for what im bout to say…
HAI IM SORRY BUT IM NOT REQUESTING THE ORDER OF BAIZHU FLUFF THIS TIME😔🩷
But im gonna order for the regrator boys and girlies! So can we please get a pantalone x gn!reader fluffy? *cough* their first date *cough*
-🎀
No need to apologize love^^ let's go from Baizhu to Pantalone because man needs affection too.
First Date
Dating Pantalone has its ups and downs but you two were able to make things work.
With him being part of the fatui and bring the ninth harbinger, work always calls for him that it's rare for him to be at home to spend time with you, maybe even once in a blue moon.
Meanwhile you would be working at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and helping out your director and friend Hu Tao that you would always be home way past midnight.
But despite rarely being able to see each other, you two would communicate to each other through letters.
And maybe a pyro fatui guard or two that would be watching you from afar to make sure you don't get hurt. They were given strict orders by the Regrator himself or else they would be the next test subjects for Il Dottore's experiments if you were to be harmed.
So to receive an invitation from your lover that you were to have dinner at Liuli Pavilion, who were you to say no.
It's literally your first date with him.
If you're lucky enough, it would also be your first kiss with him if the chance is given.
Such a shame that the only contact you two shared was simple hand holding. Hu Tao even commented at how bland your partner was for not being able to at least give you a kiss. If only she knew that she was insulting a harbinger, but you wouldn't tell her that.
You had to ask her to give you a day off just to be able to prepare for it. And Hu Tao, being the supportive friend she is, immediately pushed you out of the parlor while rambling on about to use protection if your partner decides to give you more than dinner for the night.
Once you made it back to your home, you were surprised to see a gift placed upon your bed. Opening it and looking inside, you could only stare in awe at the expensive outfit laid before you. You were guessing the outfit was custome made, there were even jewels decorating it as it glimmered under the light.
"I hope this gift finds you, my love. I expect that you wear it to our dinner tonight. I shall see you then."
You were thankful for the outfit, noticing how it matches the usual colors you would wear with a mix of purple. You were a bit curious on how Pantalone knew your sizes but decided not to question it, assuming it was simply a lucky guess.
Entering Liuli Pavilion was simple. Finding where your lover resides, is a bit difficult. Before you could even take another step, you were greeted by a familiar voice.
"It brings me great joy to see you wearing the gift I sent, darling. How I have missed you so."
Pantalone stood there before you, taking your hand in his before placing a small kiss to your knuckles.
Oh if he knew how the most simplest action he does can easily make you melt.
Leading you to your dinner table with the food already prepared. The two of you dined in, talking about how the other has been doing.
Now, we know how no one has ever seen the Regrator's eyes before. But for you, you are an exception.
As you rambled on about the things that happened while he was gone (even though he always knows what happens to you every day considering his fatui agents would report to him daily, he simply pretends to not know. He does like listening to your voice after all), his eyes glanced at your form. Purple irises tracing and remembering each curve of your body due to how the outfit he had made hugged your figure nicely.
You stopped talking midway when you felt gloved fingers grasp your chin and turn you to the side before feeling a pair of lips pressing against yours.
You were glad your body immediately responded by kissing back. Meanwhile your brain is still processing the current situation.
Pantalone is kissing you. YOU.
ANWIEJDOQJSKJQOJSOJSKJWOXJ
(Y/n).exe has stopped working...
Pulling away from the kiss, you could only sat in a daze with your cheeks flushed red.
You are definitely going to tell Hu Tao about this.
Pantalone was simply enjoying your reaction. He too was waiting for the chance to be able to kiss you. He always wondered how your lips would taste like. After knowing it now, it made him crave for more.
Once you both finished dinner, Pantalone led you to the various shops and markets you two would pass by, offering you sweet delicacies and buying you expensive jewelry. Simply pampering you with gifts that he knows would look wonderful on you.
He doesn't ignore the fact that there are various people, men and women alike, who would eye you as if you were their prey. Nonetheless, he would have his arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you close to him. Showing the world that you already belong to someone else, him specifically. Pantalone wouldn't even hesitate to use his power and connections to take care of those that would try to lay their hands on you or even dare to take you away from him.
Pantalone would make sure that you get home safe once the date has ended, he would walk you back to your home.
He already has a promise ring in hand as he slipped it onto your finger, telling you that he would be visiting you more frequently from now on to be able to spend time with you.
You think he would just leave after getting you home and placing a ring on your finger?
He would pull you towards him before kissing your lips again, making sure this one lasts more longer than the one he did earlier until you're breathless before pulling away with a smile.
"I look forward to seeing you soon, dearest. Do expect that I'll be wanting your attention whenever I visit. I do deserve it after working so hard, no?"
Overall experience of the date? ∞/10
You are definitely giggling like a school girl while telling everything that happened to Hu Tao the next day. Her also giggling and squealing along with you. Zhongli could only shake his head in amusement as he drank his tea.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#pantalone x reader#regrator#pantalone#harbingers#reader is from liyue#Hu Tao is supportive#We love a supportive bestie to gossip with#gender neutral reader
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Gardenia - Josh Futturman x M!Reader
Description: Being Josh's childhood friend, you never would have expected to see him appear by your doorstep after a month of radio silence. Though, in this particular visit, he's desperate to air out his true feelings before traveling through time. Unknowing if he'll ever come back to see you again.
Media: Future Man!Show
Character: Josh Futturman
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Childhood Friends, Catching Up, Confessions, Light Angst to Fluff, Kissing, Romantic, Comfort, Sweet Stuff
Warnings: Arguing (+ about Josh ghosting reader), Foul Language, Mental Breakdown/Depression Mentions
read my TOS + Josh Futturman Masterlist
Dread twisted in your stomach like rusted wire, and your constant stirring on your mattress was robbing you of any justice of getting any variant of rest. Your eyes grew heavy, dangerously puffy from expelling your grief several dark hours ago. Though, it had only felt like seconds to you. Your thoughts raced like a wild flock of puzzled birds, breath hitching along with it as you slowly fell into decay.
Your gaze was fixed to your glowing digital screen, eyes fixed on your messages with your old friend, Josh Futturman. It had been weeks of endless radio silence, along with your desperate texts. You were more worried than upset if anything. You went to his house to drop off a game you had finished, but his parents said he wasn't there. Along with all the other days you had made excuses to stand at his doorstep.
His parents weren't liars, and they wouldn't deny you. They knew Josh and you were close. You even remembered Diane saying you were helping him in ways they had struggled to for years. Your lip quivered, so why would he leave?
You two only argued once during a blue moon, you shared so much in common and you swore every second was sincere with him. It had always been him, and it had always been you. Ever since you were kids you were inseparable, to the point others figured you were his boyfriend due to how close you were. It was ridiculous.
Yet, here you were, hunched over and dry with internal pain, thoughts still clinging onto the thought of Josh. You were starved to see him again. He understood everything about you, even with the design of your mind being incredibly complicated. Had you done something wrong? Had you offended him? Had he grown tired of you? Did he even like you?
Then, you heard your doorbell. The familiar tune caught you off guard, but it had made you fix up your wrecked expression promptly and sluggishly fix your clothes. You raced downstairs while catching your breath. You were too out of it to care who it was, but you weren't stupid enough to open it at random. You rested your forehead against the door, "Who is it?" you asked weakly.
"Josh," a familiar voice answered. Muffled, and seemingly distressed as well. You jolted up and needily worked your hands to unlock the door. Your face was brimmed with shock. It was him, but covered in bruises and sweat. His curls were lazy and messy, his eyes were wide and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Still, his gentle tone made you weak, relieved. But also incredibly angry. "Hey." He said, "Long time no see?"
You struggled to collect your thoughts. "Yeah." Your eyes narrowed, "Do you want to come inside?"
"Please." Josh stated. You didn't say anything, and gestured for him to walk toward. As soon as you shut the door, he immediately opened his mouth and began rambling, "Look, I'm—, I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you." His eyes met yours, "Trust me, I didn't mean to leave you for so long." Josh stammered, "I was just, so wrapped up in something. And, I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't, please, I didn't–"
You sucked your teeth, "Where were you Josh?"
"I–" his hands landed heavily at his sides, his face slightly appalled at himself. As if he were a dumbfounded audience. "I can't tell you."
"Why not?" You grew agitated, spilling out your gallons of binded frustration. "Why did you ghost me for over a month? Where . . . Where were you?" You breathed heavily, "I thought you hated me, or something terrible happened to you. God, your parents didn't even know where you were!"
Josh choked out a cry, "You don't understand. I didn't want to hurt you,"
"But you did!" You interrupted. "Josh, why did you leave? What happened?"
"I can't fucking tell you!" Josh shouted. "You wouldn't understand. It's too complicated!" You grabbed him by the shoulder before he could turn around, "No, I don't think you understand. How could you just go with no explanation? You look terrible. What are you running away from?"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." Josh winced, "I'm sorry, okay? Please, I had no choice. I didn't mean to leave you. I didn't do it because I hated you or anything like that, okay?" His breaths were unraveling, "Do you know how much I care about you? You know me. You're my best friend," a low whimper escaped your lips as you stated at him. The tension shifted, and you both gazed at each other longingly. "I love you."
"Josh." You released your grip. "Please, I, don't have much time. I love you, so much. I would never, ever, hurt you." His hands found your face, "I need you to know this." Something grew in your chest, and you brought your head forward. "I love you too."
You don't know who fell first, but you felt relieved once Josh kissed you. His hands scavenged across your back, and you dug your fingers into his hair. He hummed, body relaxing at the feel of you. Once his palm found its way under your shirt, you both collapsed onto your couch.
You were both crosslegged and smothered in each other, skin blazing as your love untangled. His hands found your sides and you were eagerly grabbing his collar to pull him closer. You swear you could see stars once he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. Josh held you close, face still red from the passion you had inflicted just a few seconds ago.
"Hey, I'm sorry." You whispered.
"For what?"
"For getting so angry." You frowned, "I shouldn't have gotten so pissed at something personal happening to you."
Josh cupped your face. You swore you could drown in his eyes, "Don't say that. You deserve to be mad at me, I left you. And it's okay, just . . . stay here with me." You cuddled up next to him with a sleepy exhale, smiling softly. "Stay."
Josh whispered, "I promise I'll make it up to you. In any way I can,"
#🎮 josh futturman#josh futturman#josh futturman x reader#josh futturman x male reader#josh hutcherson#future man#future man 2017#guys im the first person to make a josh x m fic#r u proid of me???#writing#writers on tumblr
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Somewhere only we know
Little Satoru drabble thing I thought of in the shower LOL
AFAB READER !
tw: angst, death, reader and Satoru are in a hospital, fluff, both reader and Satoru have sickness that will be unnamed, bittersweet ending, short(?)fic
Meeting Satoru after your illness leaves you hospitalized once again.
The doctors thought it was a good idea to put you two together since you both had the same illness and it would make check-in easier—for them at least.
He annoyed you at first, honestly, with his never-ending boasting and never-ending chit chat. You felt like he could go all day just talking about himself.
Although you were annoyed, you were in fact listening to him, and as much as you wanted to block him out, he was the only entertainment in the room.
You learned that he was quite popular at his school and was the best player on his basketball team. He also loved partying and practiced martial arts on the side.
His life seemed so lively, compared to yours. You felt bad that his illness seemed to take his freedom away.
You expected him to get tired after yapping your ear off, but when he was done going on and on about himself, he began to ask about you.
Much to your surprise.
You didn't have much going on. To be honest, your life was the exact opposite of Satoru's.
Nights where you could've been partying or getting into mischief were filled with studying or work; you felt as if enjoying yourself would only slow you down and that you'd fall behind.
You expected Satoru to actually get bored, this time; since all you really told him about was your career plans and a bunch of things that would seem uninteresting to a person like him, but he listened and responded to everything with such enthusiasm and interest.
Talking to him... wasn't so bad.
As the months went on, you and Satoru continued to form a close bond. He was just so easy to talk to, and he thought the same of you.
The nights you both couldn't sleep were spent talking about anything and everything. You eventually opened up to him about your life, and he just felt himself becoming more intrigued by you.
You were staring up at the ceiling as you talked, but as you took a quick glance to your left, you noticed Satoru was laying on his side, staring at you intently as you spoke.
The moonlight shone over him from the window, and it only made his features stand out more; his slightly messy, snow white-like hair and ocean blue eyes, to match, complimented the moon so well. He was practically moonlight itself.
You felt yourself blushing and began to stumble over your words. Had he always been that pretty? Geez.. Get a grip.
Before you could indulge in his looks any further, you quickly went back to staring back up at the ceiling as you continued your ramble.
Little did you know:
"You're very pretty, Y/N."
He had been staring too.
(You went to sleep with a red face and racing heart that night.)
The months continued to go by, and unfortunately, both of your conditions seemed to worsen.
Late-night talks were filled with heavy coughs and labored breaths. Doing simple things, such as talking, began to get harder.
On nights you didn't have the energy to speak, Satoru did the talking, and vice versa.
You noticed how when he talked, he took multiple glances at you, just to make sure you were okay, and when you smiled in confirmation, he felt huge amounts of relief wash over him every time.
You were becoming someone very important to Satoru, and he was becoming very important to you too.
The more you got to know Satoru, the more you realized how much your perspective on life had changed..
Before, you couldn't care less if your sickness had killed you. You thought you had nothing to look forward to in life anyway.
But being able to wake up, talk to, and laugh with Satoru up until the late hours of the night was something you subconsciously looked forward to every day.
Satoru, though he didn't outright vocalize it (neither of you really did), was slowly getting lost in his own thoughts as well. Thoughts of you.
He found himself imagining what life would be like if you two had met under different circumstances, if you two weren't cooped up in this damn hospital room, slowly rotting away...
He had become attached to you, undeniably so. Every day and night he spent with you made his whole stay a thousand times better. He could almost forget the past life he used to have; it practically meant nothing now that you had entered his life.
He had fallen. Hard. Hell, he fell the first time you were wheeled into the hospital room.
Your smile, your laughter, the way your features only enhanced when the sun or moon shone down on you—it was all turning him into a lovesick fool—something he had never been before.
He thought about all of the dates you two would go on, the walks you would take, the kisses you could share, being able to actually hold you...
His fantasies were soon interrupted and came crumbling down when he heard you let out a nasty cough.
His head darted in your direction, and he was saddened when he realized just how much you'd paled.
He wanted to reach out and do anything to reassure you that everything would be okay.
But you both knew there was no truth in that statement.
Satoru had convinced the nurses (more like pleaded) to move your beds just a biiiit closer together, and when you awoke, you found yourself frozen when you realized just how much closer to Satoru you were.
Satoru thought he had this situation under control, that he'd say a cool one liner when you woke up, but it wasn't his illness that made him weak this time-
It was you.
Gorgeous eyes that sleepily stared up at him with the cutest, confused expression. He could see it all so much clearer now, and it was turning his brain into mush
What could he say... What could he do?
His plan backfired onto him and he tried to play it cool by giving a smirk as he turned more towards you, the only thing keeping you apart being the stupid hospital bed bars that he wishes he could rip off.
"Y/N, if you wanted to scoot closer you could've told me~"
He teased, which earned a small giggle from you that eased all of his worries away.
It was now late at night, and you and Satoru were doing your usual talks, but as Satoru looked at you, more urges rose within him as he stared down at your hand
This is the most he could do...
You trailed off with your words when you felt a warm hand envelop yours slowly, and you were quick to look down in surprise when you saw Satoru's hand holding your own.
As he intertwined your fingers, you slowly looked up to see him staring into your eyes with an expression you couldn't even describe...
A mix of love, grief, and peace managed to swirl in his eyes all at once as he stared at you longily, just wishing he could do more; it killed him more than the stupid sickness was.
The look he gave you was enough to know how he was feeling, and you hated that you began to look at him the same way
"Satoru.."
You whispered, trying to supress the tears welling up in your eyes as the bitter truth began to rear its head
The bitter truth is that this was absolutely the right person at the wrong time. You hated those tropes in the movies and books, but here you were, barely holding onto a man whose time is as limited as yours.
You thought you didn't care whether you lived or died, so why is it that you whisper these words out?
"I...I'm scared... I don't... I don't wanna die yet... I... I finally found something i wanted to live for and I realized it as such a shitty time..."
You confessed, and Satoru is quick to try and lean over to wipe the tears that have spilled onto your pretty face, but it takes a lot of strength to even move to get you, and he's cursing himself, cursing this damn sickness.
"...Y/N... who says this is the end? If- If there's a paradise or a heaven or even if there's nothing but a fucking void after death. I'll find you... I promise."
Satoru says this firmly and gives your hand three squeezes as he puts on a determined look that's full of love and promise.
It's enough to reassure you and put you at ease, so you sniffle with a smile as you try your best to giggle.
"Even if we are reborn, Satoru, my heart has only known you, so I'll find you again.."
Now Satoru is tearing up as he shakily brings your hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, wet tears fall on them but you don't care.
It's been about three days, and the both of you are in the same critical condition.
Satoru can barely turn his head to look at you anymore, and he knows his time is nearly up.
You're fairing about the same, and you use the last of your strength to weakly look over at Satoru, and if you had the strength, you'd giggle when you realize he's trying to do the same.
As you make eye contact, you feel your life flash before your eyes, but this time, new memories filled with Satoru are added, as well as fantasies of what could have been.
No matter where you two ended up, Satoru would make sure over a thousand times again that he'd never let you go. He'd give you what he couldn't in this life, in this place.
You both share a smile that's barely there, and he gives your hand one last squeeze before everything slowly dark.
"I'll see you wherever we end up, my love."
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Midnight Confessions 💕Rise!Leonardo
A/N: Decided to do Leo, because I enjoy his energy and he's my fav Rise!Turtle lmao Also, sorry for the lack of posts! Been stressed, which doesn’t help me write or get motivated but I managed to get this out! Have a fic coming out soon too that is long overdue! So look out for that :)
Also thank you to everyone that has put in their requests <3 Love you guys!
Pairing(s): Rise!Leonardo x GN!Reader
Warning(s): Sweetness, confessions, all the fluff and softness in the world.
Proof read :)
Anons first request here
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Leo loves to always remind you that it was him who confessed first, just so he could see that flustered yet annoyed look that crosses your face.
It's one of his favourite expressions that you make, and if he was told to draw that exact expression, he would have the best artist in New York (other than Mikey) running for the hills.
It was sometime late at night, and knowing that you would be busy tomorrow, you decided it would be better if you slept in your own bed, as much as you would have loved to have a sleep over with your turtle friends.
Leo offered to take you home, and you were surprised when he didn't wave his Ōdachi through the air to create one of his famous portals.
He instead took you by the hand and began to lead you up to the surface, while you muttered your confusion to him on the way.
"Not getting lazy now, are you?" He teased, the edge of his mask lifting as an eyebrow raise.
You scoffed, narrowing your gaze at him as the moon greeted your figures, trying your best to not let it show how much that look of his had your stomach fluttering, "Says the one who uses his portals to get snacks even though they're only a room away."
You both climbed the nearest building until your feet were planted on the rooftops, the breeze much cooler than down below on the streets.
The walk to your apartment was full of playful banter and laughter, as it usually was when you were with the blue masked turtle, up until your bedroom window was in view, which you picked up on.
Leo gently eases you down onto your balcony, his fingers wrapped so delicately around your wrist until he was absolute sure you were safely behind the balcony railing, where he decided to perch himself, his hold not loosening from your skin.
"Alright, what's the matter?" You could easily pick up that something wasn't right with him, since when does Leo go silent? Where were all his jokes? This was so not Leon like at all, and it concerned you.
His eyes widen in surprise and his hand reels back to keep himself from falling off the railing at the sudden jerky movement, "I have no idea what you're talking about, nothings the matter. Though, if you were talking to Donnie, I'm sure he'd give you a whole speech on that subject. 'Particles this, physical space that, atoms, science, science, science-'
As much as you found his Donnie impersonation hilarious and actually quite accurate, you decided to stop his rambling by lowering one of his outstretched hands that was moving around wildly at his display of character.
"I'm serious Leo, you've been weirdly quiet ever since we got close to my place. What's up with that?" You asked him softly, feeling his fingers curl around your hand until your fingers were woven together.
You noticed how his eyes lingered there, how his grip tightened ever so slightly and his thumb brushed over your knuckles as he lets out a sigh.
"Okay," He begins, his eyes momentarily closing, leaving the air between you silent once again as he sorts out his scrambled thoughts before he opens them to squint at the ground.
"We've been friends for a while now, haven't we?" At his words, you try and pinpoint exactly where this conversation could go, eyebrows slightly furrowed in thought, but you nod and continued to listen.
"We've been through a lot together, some good times and some really bad times." You watch as his mouth curls into a tender smile, his eyes finally lift to meet your own, and something in his gaze has your throat closing in on itself.
"The thing is..." He doesn't let go of your hand, even as he slowly steps off the railing to stand at his full height in front of you, his head bowed to look down at you. It feels like he was only a breath away from your face, his own body heat melting within your own, "I want to continue to be there, for all of the bad and all of the good, but...not as just your friend."
His words were so soft spoken that if you were spaced out, you surely would have missed it, but that's the thing - All you could see was him, all there was, was Leo. His gentle gaze, the feeling of his skin under your fingertips, you were enveloped completely by him.
You sudden silence must have worried him as he ever so slightly loosens his hold on your hand, his smile slipping at the corners of his mouth, "I didn't overstep any boundaries, did I? I didn't know if I explained it properly but...I really like you, Y/n."
"Leo." You breathe out, heart beating erratically against your chest at his sudden confession. You don't know how long he had been keeping it in, but you were glad at least one of you had the nerves to tell the other.
Taking his other hand and grasping it tightly, you brought them both up to your chest, running your own thumb across his skin with a wide smile, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear those words."
His eyes practically light up the night sky, his own grin matching yours as he throws his head back with a sudden laugh, one that has your cheeks burning and heart thrumming.
"Are you kidding?" He finally chuckles out, his head coming down to lay against your shoulder, his body still vibrating from his laughter, "I've been planning this whole night for the past month, only to find out I could have done it so much earlier?"
His breath against your neck sends chills down your spine, and when his arms wrap themselves around your waist, well you could have been considered a human heater.
"I guess I could have said something earlier, but I didn't want to scare you off or make things awkward." You chuckle sheepishly, raising your arm to lock them around his neck, bringing him even closer, which he doesn't complain at. He instead nuzzles his face closer into the crook of your neck, "Also, for the record, I really, really like you too."
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Back in the sewers, the turtle group chat (and April) gets a message from a smitten red-eared slider, stating that he would be spending the night at his partners place.
"No, no!" Donnie throws his head back in horror, his arms raised towards the sky, "You failed me, Y/n! I owe April so much money!"
"Donnie owes April so much money!" Mikey's loud giggles ring across the lair, only making Donnie's defeat that much worse.
#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt Leo x reader#rottmnt x you#rottmnt x y/n#rottmnt Leonardo x reader#rottmnt Leo x you#rottmnt Leo x y/n#rottmmt Leo x reader
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TEN REASONS - WEN JUNHUI
word count: 1.5k...
pairing: jun x gn!reader
synopsis: you and jun have been friends for a couple of years, but jun finally gained enough courage to ask you to take your relationship from platonic to romantic.
genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, friends-to-lovers, catcafeowner!jun
warnings: none!
rating: pg
a/n: another svt fic for y’all!! this one was requested by my favorite jun stan @moodrising! i hope it’s sweet enough for you, i paid special attention to this fic, trying to make it a super adorable one-shot (at least hopefully)! the synopsis was written after listening to ten reasons by khalil fong which is one of my favorite songs and i think jun would enjoy it a lot as well. (i also noticed while looking up jun’s music taste that he has recommended songs by khalil fong? a small world indeed.)
“Y/N, can you scoop out a cup of rice and put it evenly on these plates?” Jun asks, preoccupied with preparing the rest of the food for your children. No, you weren’t married to Jun or shared any actual kids but he always referred to his cats as his fur babies. You were used to his antics and gained the habit of calling them your children as well. He was raising nine cats at the cafe, which certainly wasn’t an easy feat. You often helped him prepare meals for the cats on the days that his cafe was closed, to which he was always extremely grateful. He usually fed them a very standard meal, full of dry kibble, wet food, and some cat ‘soup’ that all the cats went crazy for, but once in a blue moon he fed them especially well. Today was one of those days where he had prepared rice, pieces of chicken breast, and cat-friendly gravy for them to feast like royalty. You knew that Jun loved all animals and was caring, but his attentiveness and kindness towards them that he had never ceased to amaze you. You and Jun had met at a local cat shelter four years ago. While it had been a long time since then, you smiled to yourself every time you thought of how you met each other.
You were jumping with joy walking into the shelter, excited that you had finally been able to convince your roommates to adopt a cat for you all to raise when you bumped into something tall and heavy. You thought it was a shelf at the entrance, but to your roommates’ horror it was a guy walking out with a bag of cat food that had to weigh at least 30 pounds. You heard a muffled, “Watch out!” but it was too late and the inside of your clothes were now full of cat food, not to mention the floor having spilled kibbles as well. Since the shelter was having a community visit day to promote adopting, all the cats were out to be held and pet by people.
Seeing this as their opportunity to eat endless amounts of food, all the cats ran towards you and the person with the spilled bag and your friends hurriedly picked up kittens and cats alike to prevent an even greater disaster. Realizing the situation you apologize to the mysterious man holding dry food and the two of you begin to scoop up as much kibble as you can to put it back into the bag. “I’m sorry I bumped into you, the bag is so big that I couldn’t really see in front of me.” You hear him apologize while you both scramble to pick up the mess you created. “Why are you apologizing? I should be the one apologizing, I mean I practically ran into you because I was too excited. That’s like rule number one for how a kid should behave in public, don’t run around. I’m worse than a kid when it comes to cats.” You ramble still disappointed with yourself for causing such a mess when it was supposed to be a happy day.
“No, I can understand that. I go crazy over cats when I think about them too.” He hadn’t intended to stay as long as he did at the shelter, but talking to you wasn’t helping his resolution to not adopt another cat this year.
“Are you adopting one today? You must have a lot of cats if you need this big of a bag for their food.” You ask, attempting to make more conversation.
“I wish I was! I actually run a cat cafe about three blocks away, when I have excess food towards the end of the month I usually bring it here for the other cats to eat for free. Also over half of the cats are from this shelter, still waiting to get officially adopted so I come here often with them to see their shelter buddies.” He explains while his smile grows wider the more he thinks about his cats.
“Wow, that’s so cool! What’s the name of the cafe? We’ll definitely check it out sometime.” You smile at the guy in front of you, motioning to your roommates and yourself indicating that you all would visit.
“Oh, it’s called Jun’s Critters! A bit embarrassing to admit but my name is Jun and I couldn’t really think of any creative names when I was ordering a sign to hang up in the front of the building.” Jun tells you as the amount of spilled food finally begins to dwindle, returning to its original location in the bag.
“It’s catchy! Nothing to be embarrassed about.” You reply, picking up some of the final pieces of kibble.
“Could we visit with the cat that we adopt from the shelter?” Your friend asks, breaking the focus that you and Jun had on each other.
Slightly flustered, Jun quickly responds to your friend, “Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue! I’ll also give you free drinks as a way to say sorry.”
Your friends high five each other at the deal they just struck with Jun and you laugh at them, reminded again of how much you appreciated having them as roommates.
After your first encounter with Jun, you visited his cafe almost every day after work, becoming a ritual of sorts. Your roommates had gotten close to Jun as well, but they would visit with much less frequency, around once every month. You soon realized that he was the most warm-hearted person you had ever met and what you thought was a platonic crush quickly solidified itself as a full-blown romantic crush. You were sure that Jun didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but you were fine with that. Being his friend was enough for you to be happy, being by his side even if it was purely friendship still made your heart quicken each time you saw him.
Laying down the bowls for each cat, you snap out of your thoughts to ask, “Jun, is the placement of the food fine?”
Little to your knowledge, today had been the most anxiety-inducing day of Jun’s life. After seeking advice from his friends Minghao and Renjun about three weeks ago, they had convinced him to muster up the courage to confess to you. He had stayed up numerous nights, trying to think of the best way to express his feelings. Each method of confessing seemed to be too small to communicate the extent to which he loved you. Eventually, he had realized the best way to confess was through the way in which you bonded the most. He had written out ten of the most standout reasons why he loved you, attaching each to the collars of the cats at the cafe. The tenth reason was to be said aloud to you from Jun, which was the part of this confession that he was most nervous about.
Noticing the numbered paper on each cats’ collar, you pick number one and unravel it. “These are ten reasons why I love you:” Before you can read the rest of the note, you look up to look for Jun but he disappeared from his seat next to the kitchen. Still confused at the situation, you pet the orange cat next to you and continue to read the note in Jun’s handwriting, “One - the way the corners of your eyes slightly wrinkle when you’re really happy.” Again, you look for Jun but he was missing from the cafe all together. Continuing to unravel each note from the collars, you’re overcome with emotions. Your love for Wen Junhui wasn’t one-sided? He loves you just as much as you love him. The truth of that statement still wasn’t setting into your mind as you read the ninth note, with the back finally revealing Jun’s location. You run out to the parking lot, searching for Jun to meet him and immediately tell him that you’ve loved him for over half of your friendship.
Jun was by your car, holding your favorite flowers, information that he had gotten from your roommates. You run to him, still amazed that he had spent so much time planning this event. Not giving you a chance to respond to his confession just yet, Jun grins at you, “Ten - your need to run whenever you’re excited about something.”
You hug Jun, to which he’s shocked by the unexpected physical contact, but he hugs you back. “I take that as you accepting my feelings?” He asks, always having to be cheeky with you in your relationship. You hit his back playfully and back up confirming, “Silly, I’ve loved you for over two years! I’d be an idiot to not admit I love you too!” You look at each other and hug one more time before he hands you the bouquet of flowers he prepared. Walking back into the cafe, hands intertwined, you greet your ‘kids’ once again and stay at the cafe for a couple more hours with your best-friend-turned-boyfriend Wen Junhui.
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Summary: Now that you and Jaehyun are on good terms, he decides to take you to meet a few of his friends.
Pairing: Lee Jaehyun x fem!reader (platonic)
Other Characters: Kang Hyunggu (Kino), Jung Wooseok, Adachi Yuto, Jeon Soyeon
Tropes: added member au, idol au
Genre: fluff
Rating: PG
Warnings: use of Korean honorifics, language, discussions of stress/work
Word Count: 1702
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You and Changmin had been relaxing in your room for a while now. He’s been so intent on getting you to watch Chucky for at least an hour now. Somehow the whole group of you got off for rehearsal today. You knew most of the others had plans of some sort. Chanhee and Younghoon left early this morning. Something about a day out with other trainee friends in a different company. Sangyeon still went to the company today. You didn’t understand why he would still go when this was a once-in-a-blue-moon chance to take off.
“Come on,” Changmin whines, “just the first two movies. It won’t take up your full day.”
“Changmin-” you were about to tease him before Jaehyun came in.
He throws himself on top of you both on your bed. You let out a grunt of sorts at the impact while Changmin just giggles.
“Sorry, Min, I’m stealing her.” he informs the younger.
Changmin sighs, “Leaving without me?”
“You’re so dramatic,” you tease, “I’m sure we won’t be gone all day. I’ll watch only the first Chucky with you when I get back.”
You see his face light up, “You can’t be running late now, can you? Jae Hyung, get off of us!”
Jaehyun laughs and moves slowly, “There’s really no time frame for us-”
“No, no, no, you must be off!” he insists in a dramatic tone.
You usher both the boys out of the room so you can get changed and ready to go out for the day. He didn’t give you much information about where you were off to. You just hoped for the best and went with something casual. You throw on a pair of blue jeans with a white tank top, tossing a pale dusty green cardigan over it. The best option was to wear some white sneakers just in case you were walking to wherever it is you’re going. Finally, you put on a few pearly necklaces and a black cross-body purse. You’d slowly been getting better at this whole “street fashion” thing, and you’re pretty proud of the ensemble. You left your hair down but made sure to put a few hair ties in your bag just in the off chance you needed them.
The moment you step out of your bedroom, Changmin practically pushes you and Jaehyun out the door. You hadn’t eaten much, just some cereal you managed to snag out of Jacob’s room without his knowledge. Jaehyun tries to deter the younger, but it’s useless. He keeps rambling that the sooner you leave, the sooner he can watch Chucky with you.
“Well,” Jaehyun sighs as you start your walk, “we can stop at a cafe or something if you’re terribly hungry.”
“It’s okay, Oppa. Where are we off to?”
“We’re meeting a few of my friends. I trained with them for a short while.”
“Friends?”
“Hyunggu is your age. He’s chill, I promise. You might know him better by his stage name, though.” he comments while locking up the house behind you.
“Oh, why do you say that?”
“Kino, Pentagon’s Kino. He’s a good friend of mine. He said that Yuto and Wooseok would be joining him after their recording sessions, too.” he adds as if it’s nothing at all.
“Since when have you known celebrities?” you tease, “You’re just Jaehyun Oppa.”
He grabs you and hugs you tight against his body, shaking you lightly to show his playful annoyance with your comment. You just laugh and poke at his side, effectively making him release you from his hold. The walk to Cube Entertainment isn’t horrible; you’re grateful you thought ahead and wore sneakers. As you walk, he starts to fill you in on how he knows Kino. They had gone to the same school for a while and didn’t realize until later down the road that they had both become trainees. Since then, they have formed a bond through it. Later on, he was introduced to the other members of Pentagon. Though, he remains to be closest to Kino.
Cube Entertainment’s building is massive in comparison to your small one. You’re sure if you had been signed to this company, you’d be lost on a daily basis. Jaehyun lets you know that he’s sending a text to the other to alert your arrival. Standing next to one of the entrances, Jaehyun tells you that Kino should be coming to let you inside at any moment. Just as you are going to voice your comment to Jaehyun, a young man with dusty purple-pink hair comes through the front doorway. You immediately recognize him as Kino. It’s evident they’re about to have a comeback considering that the last picture uploaded of him pictured him with black hair.
“Come on in before someone gets a picture of me.” he tells you, “My manager would have my head if I accidentally spoiled a comeback because someone saw my hair.”
Jaehyun chuckles before gesturing for you to enter before him. Kino immediately takes you up to the fifth floor, where his small studio is. He had just been given it when he began participating in writing the lyrics for the upcoming album. Although the space is small, it’s not cramped. It’s comfortable enough that you don’t feel like you’re going to be breathing down either Kino or Jaehyun’s neck at any given moment. Kino sits in his desk chair, spinning it around to save and close his projects to give you and your groupmate his undivided attention. You cautiously sit on the small couch adjacent to his desk while Jaehyun flops down in the beanbag chair in the corner of the room. If you had any hope of easing into a friendship with the already-debuted idol, that idea flies out the window when he immediately drops a giant question on you.
“So, you’re dating, right?”
You nearly choke on the air hearing the question. At first, you hope that you misheard him or the question got lost in translation. Then hearing how Jaehyun reacted, there was no doubt you heard him right.
“Hyunggu,” Jaehyun says with a warning tone.
“What, Hyung? You’ve never told me about a girl until her. Something has to be up.”
“We’re debuting together. That’s all there is to it. We’re in a group together, and we’re roommates with Changmin.”
“I’m just saying- wait, debuting together? And she’s living with you guys? What’s your company planning?”
“I’ve been trying to figure that out too.” you admit, “Not that I’m complaining much. I’ll take living with stinky teenage boys over bitchy whiny girls any day.”
Hyunggu laughs loudly before pointing at the older boy in the room, “She really gets to walk all over you guys at the dorm, huh? You told me she’s the same age as me, and yet you won’t call her out for being rude.”
“I deserve it.” Jaehyun huffs.
Hyunggu doesn’t question Jaehyun further about what his comment might mean. You’re probably safe assuming that Jaehyun would rant to him about you when he still wasn’t being nice to you. The two of them begin to catch up on things, and you just sit quietly off to the side and listen to them. You don’t have much to add to the conversation at this point.
That’s when a knock sounds on the studio door. It pops open a moment later, and a girl pops her head through. She has a bright smile spread across her lips, and her chocolate brown hair flows long over her shoulder. Hyunggu lets out a playfully annoyed sigh but lets a smile grace his lips as well.
“What’s up, Soyeon?”
“Nothing, Hyunggu!” she enthuses, “I just finished my monthly evaluation and wanted to see if you had any new productions in the works.”
Hyunggu jerks his chin up, inviting the girl in. She sits down right beside you and smiles at you. You may be blinded by how bright her smile is.
“I’m Soyeon. What’s your name, miss?” she beams.
“Oh, I’m y/n.” you speak meekly, “You don’t have to worry about being formal with me. I’m assuming you’re also a 98-liner since you aren’t using honorifics with Hyunggu.”
“Mhm! Are you training here too? Wait, why is Jaehyun Oppa here too? Hyunggu, you have friends?” she rambles.
“Soyeon, chill out.” Hyunggu chuckles, “She’s still learning Korean. You’ll overwhelm her.”
“Where are you from?”
“I grew up in LA.” you explain, “I’m going to debut in a group with Jaehyun Oppa at the end of the year.”
Soyeon seems like she’s about to bombard you with about fifty more questions, but the door opens again. Two very tall young men walk in. You know their faces. How could you not when they’re known everywhere? Yuto has electric blue hair making him stand out just as much as Hyunggu does with his purple hair. Wooseok hair doesn’t stand out too boldly, having his natural black color, but his height definitely makes him stand out as always. Yuto leans over and ruffles Soyeon’s hair; she promptly smacks his hand away.
“There’s not enough fucking space in here for all of us.” Wooseok grumbles.
Yuto slaps his shoulder lightly, “Couldn’t you have waited like ten minutes before cursing in front of someone new?”
“What? She probably gets it! Being an idol is fucking stressful.”
You chuckle and scoot over a little bit to allow someone else to join you on the small couch. Soyeon moves over as well, and Yuto takes the sliver of empty space there is. Wooseok opts to throw himself down on top of Jaehyun, earning a groan of annoyance from his older friend.
You find yourself falling into a rhythm with your newly found friends. By the end of your time hanging out, you feel like you’ve known the four new people your entire life. You don’t know where this friendship will lead, but you’re so happy that Jaehyun introduced you to these people. You don’t feel as alone. You have people to talk with outside your group members and the annoying girls you used to train with. Everything is slowly starting to fall into place, and you’re beyond excited to see where life will take you next.
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hcs about asking moon if she wants to start a family? like asking her if they can have a baby <33
You Wanna Have a Baby?
Headcanons ○ Fem!Reader ○ Pure Fluff
This was such a cute idea! I loved writing this. Pls send more Moon fluff hcs! Pls pls pls!
Moon comes home and sees her wife is cooking dinner, and just from the smell, she knows it's her favorite. She dips her finger into a mixing bowl for a taste and her hand gets playfully swatted away. She laughs and hugs her wife from behind, kissing her cheek.
She thinks nothing of this dinner as she walks to their room to take a shower before dinner. It just seems like any normal evening to her.
When she comes back down, she's all refreshened and completely relaxed. Her wife is putting the finishing touches on their meal, so she walks over to pull out some plates and help set the table.
It's a cute little square table, big enough for the two of them and some guests should they ever have company. Moon loves to host and always enjoys having another couple come over for a little double date. So it's fairly easy to set up.
She notices the fresh flowers in the vase at the center of the table and admires them. They're soft and delicate, the bouquet made up of whites, blues, and pinks. She touches them and smiles, then glides away to finish helping her wife.
As they eat, they talk about the day they've had, holding hands and cheerily feeding each other. They're so romantic and cute all of the time, so this is a normal night for them. Moon also gives her compliments to the chef and is constantly praising her wife with every bite.
Conversation is casual, but her wife can't hold it in anymore. She's nervous, but chooses to let her thoughts be free before she can change her mind. So she blurts out, "What if we had a baby?"
Moon stops and looks at her. She knows she definitely heard her right, but she's asking herself where this is coming from. They've never really talked about having kids, they've only been married a little over a year. They just got settled into their home and careers. There's just a lot going through her mind, but none of it's bad.
Then she remembers a couple of weeks ago, they had gone to visit Sam and Miguel and their new little one. They'd bought some toys for the baby because they're good godmothers like that, but she specifically remembers her wife holding their little girl for a majority of the time they were there, and talking about how cute she was all the way home, and how big her smile was when they talked about her.
Everything makes sense now; the special dinner, the flowers, the build up. Her precious wife has a case of baby fever.
Moon puts a hand over her nervous wife's to hold and asks, "you wanna have a baby?"
When her wife nods, Moon breaks out in a wide grin. She loves nothing more than the idea of having a baby with her wife, whom she adores to the ends of the earth.
"Is that what you want? I mean, I know this is kind of sudden and we've never really talked about it, and we only just got into this house. And-"
She cuts her wife's nervous rambles off with a sweet kiss. It melts her anxieties away and Moon pulls back, looking at her with such loving eyes. "Of course I do. I love kids, and if I'm gonna have a kid with anyone, I want it to be with you, dear."
Once that initial conversation is had, they start researching what they can do to have a baby, how much it'll cost, what they need to prepare for, and who will carry their little one. The entire time, Moon is just admiring her wife's smile, happy to see her happy.
She's also very excited to go into this chapter in their lives together! She can already see a little high chair set up at their dinner table 💖
#moon x reader#cobra kai moon#moon cobra kai#cobra kai headcanons#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai#wlw headcanons#domestic headcanons#pure fluff#omfg i love this#cobra kai x chubby reader#cobra kai x plus size reader#chubby reader#plus size reader
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hii how are you?? i'm just hoping to make a request since i haven't been in the best place mentally and so was hoping for some more comfort character content 👉👈 anyway i also wanna say, please don't push yourself if you're uncomfy! you don't have to do them! but i was hoping to see like hc's maybe where gn reader who is originally mute speaks for the first time with nurse and the legion (as a whole, so not like individual characters but like a group)? i'm imagining it like a family-like platonic hc's but not necessarily a whole lot of fluff. i'm really not good with words and i ramble a lot, i'm sorry. i really like your works! and hope you're having a good day or night! -🦋
Awh don’t worry about it hun and I hope you feel better soon, sending hugs your way 🫂💕 I tried my best so sorry if it seems a little fluffy
Nurse (Sally Smithson)
Nurse might seem a bit intimidating at first but underneath her cold surface she seeks love and comfort again as she’s lost it before, she immediately found that with you
Sally didn’t mind you preferred not to talk, if anything she felt like she wasn’t a complete freak in your eyes, being she doesn’t talk either
Because you didn’t talk before she’d pay close attention to your expressions and gestures to keep some type of communication between you both
Once you spoke up she’d obviously be very surprised, you’ll hear her gasp. She’ll be very supportive of you. She’ll grab your hands with an exciting gesture
It’ll almost feel like she’s your mother from another world, she’ll nurture you with love and care just how a mother would. You’d never feel the need to leave her side
She won’t pressure you to talk again, only when you’re comfortable. She’ll give you a hug, lifting you off the ground a little because she floats
She’ll keep you in the hug to reassure you that you’re ok and you’re safe in her arms, she’ll make sure you feel comfortable to talk to her again if you’d like
The Legion (all members)
All of the members didn’t mind you were mute, they understood you had a good reason to be, it’s not your fault and they never said or made it seem they thought that way
Whenever Frank was harsh to the others he’d never be harsh to you, he had a place in his heart for you but you’d never really see him express it. He’d ask once in a blue moon if you’re alright then just leave you alone unless you need him for comfort or in general
Joey had a soft spot for you as well, he’d always check up on you and ask if you wanted to go on walks, look at the realms nature together. He’d always ask if you’re ok, like almost every hour it seemed. It might get a little annoying but he’ll stop asking so much if he sees you’re getting annoyed
Susie didn’t mind you didn’t talk, if anything it made her more happy she could ramble to you about her interests, how school was, literally everything. She won’t go on for too long though, knowing you have other things to do. She’ll compliment your kind listening and ask if you guys could talk more often
Julie would like you the most, she doesn’t like people giving her attitude and she gets annoyed easily so you not speaking? Right up her alley. She’ll start talking about her thoughts on the group and how everyone’s doing to you, talking about how she worries for them but also wants to make sure they stay in line. She’s like a big sister (besides to Frank obviously) that looks after everyone but wants to keep that badass look on her
When you finally spoke up everyone was very surprised.
Everyone was staring at you until you felt Susie come nose- to nose with you, asking you so many questions your head couldn’t wrap around. She was excited that’s for sure.
Julie and Frank just stood there in shock before Julie kneeled down and gave you a hug. “Nice job super star” she’d whisper, letting you go
Joey would be mostly concerned, he’d be happy but also paranoid something had to have happen to make you speak again. He’ll be like Susie but not in your face or too urgent not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
Frank stayed silent, he didn’t wanna overwhelm you so with that he did end up pulling Susie away just a little, not too harsh. Later on the day he’d check up on you and ask why “the change of plans” not in a rude or sarcastic way but in a caring way. Whether you decide to talk to him with your voice or not he’ll still pat your head in return. “Proud of you, kid”
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CLASS PROJECT CHAPTER TWENTY
summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.
tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.
status - ongoing
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"I'm home!" Rindou slammed the door shut, taking off his shoes. "Welcome home honey!" A voice came from the living room that was NOT Ran's voice. "Oh you gotta be fuckin' kidding me..." Rindou muttered as he recognised the voice instantly.
"Who was that?" You asked as you stood behind Rindou, also in the process of taking off your shoes. Rindou ignored you, walking into the living room to see Sanzu Haruchiyo himself laying on his couch as if he was some fuckin' mermaid.
"Get the fuck out," Rindou said harshly, glaring at him. "Wow! I can't even stay over for dinner." Sanzu feigned injury by putting his hand over his heart, pouting as his eyeline traveled to you who was just entering the living room.
"Y/N!" He jumped off the couch and hugged you. The impact was a little forceful and you stumbled backwards a little bit before composing yourself, putting your arms around him, "HI HARU!"
Rindou rolled his eyes, ignoring the scene that's right infront of him. "Where's Ran?"
"Store." Sanzu stretched, "I was over when you texted him asking for him to make more food, so he ran to the store." He explained, grabbing your hand and dragging you over to the couch, "Wanna play a video game?"
You nodded, "Sure, which one?"
Sanzu pointed to the box next to the TV stand, "Go pick, I guarantee you, I'll murk you either way," You let out an airy chuckle before standing up and bending over to the TV stand, going through the box of games to see which one you feel like you could have a chance to win at.
Sanzu sent a look to Rindou who just scowled at him, walking over and past the TV to block you from Sanzu's eyeline, "Why were you even here? Don’t you have business with Mikey or something?”
”Mikey?” You asked, standing up and handing Sanzu the video game.
He inspected it, “Yeah, Mikey is my best friend,” you could practically see the hearts in his eyes as he said this.
“Mikey is my boss y/n-,”
”-Our boss.” Sanzu cut off Rindou, “I’m his number two y/n.” His smile was wide, showing off his teeth as he kept on rambling on about Mikey and how awesome he is. You thought it was adorable the way his scars stretched out as he smiled. You started to wonder, how he even got those scars to begin with. Would it be insensitive to ask?
"Sanzu, can I ask you something potentially insensitive?" You cut him off and he shrugged, "Go for it."
"How did you get those scars?" You reached out and pointed on his face.
"Mikey gave em to me." Your eyes widened, "Anyway back to topic, as Mikey's number 2-"
Rindou just scoffed, picking up the videogame out of the case and inserting it inside the player. "Um Rindou, what do you think you are doing?" Sanzu raised his eyebrow as he spoke.
"Playing the game?"
You moved your head back and forth as they spoke to each other.
"I don't remember inviting you to play with me and y/n." Sanzu reached over and snatched the controller out of Rindou's hands and handing it to you.
"I don't remember inviting you to my house to begin with." Rindou rebuted with a scowl on his face.
"It's okay, I can just watch you guys-"
"I don't need your permission to be here. Ran invited me." Sanzu narrowed his eyes as he spoke to Rindou.
Rindou was about to respond till the front door opened. "Back." Ran said, as he entered the kitchen, putting the bag on the table before making his way to the living room. "Oh hello there," he winked at you and you sent him a wave.
Your mind travelled back to the last time you were here, remembering Rindou had a dog. "Rin, where's your dog?" You asked, looking around the living room with no trace of it."Sanzu hates our dog so he made us put her in the backyard till he left." Ran said, taking off his jacket.
"You're scared of dogs?" You asked Sanzu and he shook his head. "It's not a matter of me being scared of them, it's a matter of them hating me."
"Well look at your face, of course it'll be scared." Rindou answered sarcastically earning a dramatic gasp from Sanzu which made you laugh. "Y/N! You're meant to be on my side!" He pouted and you shrugged before turning to look up at Rindou, "Can I play with the dog?"
He nods and you smiled excitedly, hopping off the floor and opening the backdoor to see the dog laying on its side as if it was asleep. You approached the dog, kneeling next to it as you rubbed it's stomach, "Hi baby," you said in a high voice as it stood up, as if it was excited to see you.
Sanzu watched from the window in awe as he watched the interaction, "How many times has she been over for the dog to love her this much?"
"Like once," Rindou said and Sanzu gasped loudly again. Ran scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I'm gonna cook now."
Everyone nodded at Ran and he made his way over to the kitchen. Moments later, you reentered the living room with the dog in your hands. "She's heavy." You said, placing the dog down on the floor. It automatically jumped on you and you were laughing as you rubbed it's sides.
Cute. Rindou thought. "Sanzu you try pet it."
Sanzu looked scared, remembering the last time he even approached the dog it almost bit his hand off. "No, I'm good thanks." There was a look on Sanzu's face that looked almost terrified. The dog whipped it's head to face Sanzu and he yelped, thinking it was going to attack him again.
"Fuckin' wuss," Rindou muttered before sitting down on the couch, grabbing the controller, "Hurry up so I can beat your ass in front of Y/N." He handed Sanzu the other controller. You placed the dog on your lap and turned to face the TV as the video game started up.
"Watch and learn Y/N," Sanzu smirked at you as he chose his avatar. Rindou was waiting impatiently as Sanzu took the time to actually design his avatar, cringing when he made the hair colour pink. "Can you hurry up?"
"Patience is a virtue Rinrin." Sanzu says, eyes narrowing as if he was in deep concerntration as he adjusted the height of his avatar. Then he moved onto the face, chosing the eyeshape and size carefully and Rindou groaned loudly causing you to laugh, "It doesn't matter waht your fuckin' character looks like. He will be covered in blood by the time I'm done fighting you."
You giggled at their interaction and Rindou acted like the sound wasn't music to his ears. "Ok done, your turn," Sanzu pressed confirm on his avatar and Rindou just selected the default character before starting the match. It has been 2 minutes so far and Rindou won the first match, a smug look on his face as Sanzu started to spam the buttons with random moves.
Smug look turned scowl as Sanzu's spamming technique worked. You were watching, entertained as Sanzu kept punching Rindou's character over and over again until GAME OVER appeared on Rindou's screen. "Fuck you pinkie," Rindou tossed the controller on the couch, clearly pissed.
"Don't hate me cause you suck." Sanzu stuck his tongue out, "Y/N wanna try?"
"I don't know," you said, fingers still petting the dog as it laid on your lap, clearly enjoying your presence.
"I'll go easy on you, promise."
You sighed, lifting the dog up and stood up to your full height, grabbing the controller. Rindou snaked his arm around your waist, bringing down onto his lap facing the TV, "Let me teach you how to play." Your face heated up as the sudden close proximity and the words failed to leave your mouth so you just nodded.
Rindou brought his fingers over yours, explaining which button meant kick, punch and dodge. You nodded, studying each button as he explained. "To do a combo, you just press this and that one at the same time."
"Okay."
He pulled away, but still kept you on his lap as the dog walked over to you and laid by your feet. "Ready?" Sanzu asked, bringing his feet up onto the couch to avoid the dog at all costs.
"Yeah, i'm ready."
"Wanna design your avatar?" He asked and you nodded. Sanzu pressed exit and start new match, selecting his already predesigned avatar. You selected the female option and started to take your time aswell to design it causing Rindou to scoff, "You two spend more time designing than playing."
"Losers don't get opinons Rin," Sanzu shushed him as he watched you press confirm on your avatar.
"Just cause you're a girl doesn't mean I wont beat your ass ok?" Sanzu said smugly as he started the match. You rolled your eyes and started spamming random buttons, accidentally unlocking a new combo that Sanzu or Rindou have never seen before,
"WHAT?!" Sanzu yelled as his character instantly got K.O'd.
"YAY!" You cheered, holding the controller up in the air, "You were saying?" You turned to face Sanzu who just glared at you.
"Me and Y/N are a team," Rindou said, holding you closer to him. You snuggled into his side as he said this.
"Boy shut up. You're just saying this because she won ." You watched as the two started to argue again before the smell from the kitchen started to hit you. The aroma made your stomach growl loudly which shut the two boys up. "Don't laugh.." you said embarassed as you covered your stomach with both arms.
"Ran how much longer?!" Rindou yelled to the kitchen.
"Like 20." He responded and you could hear the sound of water running. He was probably doing the dishes.
"Well can Y/N get a snack or something? She's starving," your eyes widened and you were quick to shush Rindou, "It's fine Ran! I'll wait till you're done."
There was no response, instead you just heard the sound of a cupboard opening then footsteps. He stood in between the hallway and the living room, tossing a packet of strawberry flavoured pocky into your lap. "Oh.. thank you." You smiled and he nodded, making his way back to the kitchen.
"Let's play another one y/n, I'm not happy with my loss." Sanzu admitted, handing you the controller.
"Can you not see she's eating?" Rindou grabbed the controller from Sanzu, "I'll verse you again."
Sanzu nodded and you watched as you pulled a stick out and started to chew on it. Rindou seemed to be really into this match this time, cause his entire focus was on the screen as if he was determined to beat Sanzu.
Sanzu on the other hand was spamming random buttons to try and win, like usual. Your gaze travelled down to the dog who was watching the screen with it's tongue out. You grabbed the pocky packet, checking the ingredients making sure none of it's harmful to the dog before pulling out a stick and holding it infront of the dog.
The dog got up suddenly, causing Sanzu to flinch (again) and resulted in him losing his focus, allowing Rindou to slam him to the ground and win the match. "Fuck." Sanzu cursed as Rindou cheered. "Thank you Cleo," he staked his arm around the dogs side, patting it twice.
"The dogs name is Cleo?" You asked, and Rindou nodded watching as you were holding the pocky out for the dog as it chewed on it before biting it and lifitng it off your hand. Some of the dogs saliva was on your spare hand so you stood up, "Where's the bathroom?"
"Upstairs." Sanzu responded, scrolling on his phone with a visible pout on his face from losing. Making your way upstairs, there were 3 rooms. One you recoginsied last time as Rindou's room, the other was either the bathroom or Ran's room.
Taking a risk, you walked down the hallway, opening the first door you saw, hoping it was the bathroom.
"You asked her out yet?" Sanzu asked now that you were out of sight. Rindou shook his head, "Too early for that. We only met 2 months ago."
"2 months?" Sanzu said, eyebrows raised, "Seems longer,"
"It's ready." Ran called out from the kitchen, drying his hands.
After everyone eats, you're all back in the living room, except Sanzu is showing you how to play this very very confusing battle royale game. You were watching as he explained everything to you and Rindou and Ran were sat on the couch. Cleo was on Ran's lap as he fed her the left over food he had made. Rindou seemed to have zoned out, deep in thought before he was just looking down at his lap.
Ran nudged Rindou with his shoudler, causing him to look up. "You good?" Ran asked and Rindou nodded, "Yeah, why?"
"You seem out of it."
"Just thinking,"
"About what?" Ran asked him, patting the dog on top of the head before it hopped off his lap and walked down the hallway.
Rindou shrugged, his eyes shifting over to you and Sanzu, hating the way both of your knees were touching each other as you both sat next to each other. Hating the way his fingers touched yours as he explained. Hating the way you were smiling when he made a joke.
"Y/N, I'll drop you home." He stood up abruptly, "it's getting late."
You brought your phone out of your pocket and saw the time read 9:34PM. It was pretty late.
"Who's that?" Sanzu asked, pointing at the notification on your screen, the name reading Akira.
Rindou made his way over to you and peeked at your phone screen. The message from Akira asking 'You up?'
Who the fuck...
"He's my friend," you put your phone into your coat pocket, "I met him during one of my lessons and he helped me when you were away."
Oh.
Rindou nodded, before grabbing your hand and leading you to the door as you put your shoes on, "I'll be back in like 10 minutes."
Sanzu and Ran waved goodbye to you as Rindou led you outside and onto his bike. "Hold on tight ok?"
Nodding, you stepped onto the bike, sitting right behind him as you wrapped your arms around him and dug your face into his back. The ride was pretty short, since you both live near each other and he watched from the end of the road as you waved goodbye at him before entering your front door.
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better with you (until it kills me)
notes: it's always missing baji hours here </3 fluff, angst; alternative ending: always, always you
summary: four times you think you are in love with baji keisuke, and the one time you tell him.
wc: 3.7k
You're reasonably sure the only reason he chooses you to pair up with for the Japanese literature project is that you sit next to him, but it surprises you all the same. You don't think you have much of a presence in class, but you don't think you can say the same about your new partner, Baji Keisuke.
His slicked-back ponytail and thick frames make his presence seem like a poindexter, but there's something about his bruised knuckles and his fierce aura that makes him feel ferocious. You've noticed him hang out with the school delinquent on multiple occasions. You also think you've seen him laugh wildly as he beats up some of the local thugs who crowded around the said delinquent he's friends with.
He isn't who you expect him to be at first glance, and that intrigues you more than you like to admit. You're too nervous to openly ask, so you settle for stealing glances at him from the corner of your eyes.
So, when he really decides on you and submits the partner form, you don't know what to think.
In the time that you two are partners, you've discovered a couple of things about him. First, his handwriting and kanji absolutely suck. Despite that, he writes a letter addressed to someone named Kazutora every week without fail. As if that isn't endearing enough, it gets even more so when he pouts at the complex characters that he often gets wrong and the inevitable smile that breaks out whenever you show him how to write them correctly.
("Oh, thanks! I would probably fail my kanji tests without you and Chifuyu. Kazutora probably can't even understand what I'm saying," he laughs rambunctiously.)
Second, he's genuinely an unexpectedly good partner in terms of being punctual about meeting up. However, despite being on time, there is little progress on the project. Your work times often end up in discussions about random life topics rather than the project itself.
(“Do you like cats?” he asks out of the blue one day, head on the table and books already forgotten.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” you humor him because you’re also tired of researching Japanese literature.
“Wanna see my cats? They’re all strays,” he sits up suddenly, eyes lit and smile bright.
You nod, and he proceeds to take out his phone to show you pictures of his cats. You note his lock-screen is a picture of all his cats, and his camera roll is just full of his friends and mom, motorcycles, and the said cats. With shining eyes full of excitement, he tells you their names and their personalities in detail.
"Do you think cats recognize their names but choose to ignore us whenever we call them?" he resumes the conversation after he finishes showing you his gallery. He leans back as he balances his pencil on top of his pursed lips.
"Maybe. Depends on the cat? Maybe they just hate you?" you mimic his pose. You suppose thirty minutes of work is enough progress for the day.
"Ouch," he grimaces as if it shatters him directly in the heart.)
Third, sometimes he comes with his hair down and without his glances, with stains on his clothes that he claims are ketchup, despite it not smelling like that at all.
("Uh, hey, sorry I'm late today," he offers sheepishly as he runs a hand through his unbound hair.
"Oh, it's okay," you finally say after you take in his shaggy appearance. You try not to think about how handsome he is despite the bruises forming on his face. "Are you… okay?"
"All good! The ketchup bottle just randomly exploded," he laughs nervously and awkwardly. "Anyways!! The project!!"
You stare at him dubiously but nod anyway. "Okay, if you say so…")
Fourth, he has an extremely charming smile, especially when his fangs are in full display. To some, it may look fierce and menacing; to you, it looks cute, especially when his eyes are always brimming with life and his laugh is full of vitality.
More often than not you catch yourself staring at him because he's just so intriguing.
You try to ignore your racing heart when your stolen glances become shared ones, and he flashes you a grin softer than the smiles you've seen.
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“Uh, hi.” You say shyly as you enter through Baji’s window. It’s not frequently you seek out Baji at his own home, especially through the window he keeps open almost exclusively for stray cats to seek shelter.
“What the fuck?” Baji drops the stray cat he's cuddling as you give a slight wave, causing the cat to meow loudly at the sudden change in demeanor.
“Sorry to drop by unannounced. I, uh, just wanted some company.”
You feel vanishingly small as you awkwardly laugh and piece together some words that make sense. Home is supposed to be full of warmth, but your home is more of a house with people than a home with love. It’s a truth you’ve long accepted, but some days, it feels a little extra cold.
Therefore, you run, and somehow you end up here, in the comforts of Baji’s room.
Maybe you are currently a stray cat, feeling a little more lost than found. Maybe you find that he’s the sort of comfort that warms you a little when your heart feels heavy. Maybe you are just a little bit in like with him, and he is the first person you want to see whenever you’re feeling down.
The room is silent aside from the soft paps of cats moving around and the periodic meow. Then, he pats the spot next to him, and you make your way there. As soon as you sit down, he hands you a cat.
“Here, hold her. She’s nice,” he comments as he places the calico cat he dropped earlier in your lap, petting her as she adjusts to her new position on you.
She narrows her eyes and softly purrs in your lap as Baji pets her, and this makes you feel more in the moment than in your head like you’ve been. Your initial baffle turns into a smile as she purrs louder when you pet her, and just like that, you feel a little more found than lost.
You lean on his shoulder as you continue petting the calico cat in your lap. You keep your eyes on her as she climbs onto his lap and nuzzles him in an attempt to hide your burning cheeks and your drumming heart from your proximity.
“Thanks for giving me a home when I don’t want to be in my own,” you tell him softly, airly, almost as if you’re letting him in on a secret.
He stops playing with the cats for a moment and pauses. Feeling his intense stare, you peek through your lashes up at him. His broad grin and sharp canines are in full display, and his smile looks a little more boyish than wild. He tousles your hair as he laughs aloud boisterously before he props his head on top of yours.
“You’ll always have a home here.”
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It all started when a group of thugs looked at you inappropriately and made some comments that made you uncomfortable. You grip the ends of his sleeve just a little harder and press yourself behind him, trying to make yourself impossibly small. Baji, seeing your small form and downcast eyes, removes your hand from his sleeve and places it in his hand. Knowing Baji and him knowing you and your every mood, he does not stand for it. He simply flashes you a reassuring grin before he squeezes your hand and runs straight at them.
He throws the first punch, and you could just stand there in shock as he pummels through them and beats them up. He has cuts and bruises everywhere, and you’re certain he’s taken on a few nasty hits on his ribs. Though you’re equally confident that these thugs are absolutely 100% in worse shape than he is.
“Oh my god,” you sob frantically as Baji wobbles back to you, ferocious smile on his face softens as he sees you. He pats your head when he notes your teary eyes. You’re not even sure when you start crying, but the tears just don’t seem to stop. “Are you okay? Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you -”
He clutches your tear-stained face in his hands, “Look at me.”
Your eyes meet his, but you can barely see him over your tears as you continue your incoherent rambling.
“Hey,” he tries once more, voice more frantic as he struggles to find words. He finally just squishes your cheeks and yells, “Do you think I care about anything else but you right now?”
Your eyes widen, and the tears forming fall freely onto his hands. Oh, oh, oh, you think to yourself as your beating heart rapidly thumps at an exponential speed, maybe he’s also falling. When you meet his steady gray eyes, the shocking realization that maybe you’re not the only one dumb and possibly in love stops your tears.
He sighs in relief when your tears gradually stop, and as if all the tiredness accumulated in his body hit him all at once, he falls down onto the ground.
You try to catch him as best as you can, and with the combined effort of mostly himself and partially you, he breaks his fall. He lays sprawled out on the ground. After you check for wounds and find none too serious, you sit with your knees tucked under you by where he lays and moves his head onto your lap.
All around you are the battered bodies of the thugs you’ve encountered, but all you can see at the moment is him and his gray eyes that disappear into crescent moons as he flashes you a grin. He’s too tired to move, but he raises a fist up into the air in victory anyway.
“I got you.”
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"Wanna go on a ride?" he texts you.
It’s almost midnight when he texts you, and it’s probably way past when you should stay up. But your heart flutters at the thought of adventure, at the thought of him, so you quickly respond, “Okay, but be quiet! Don't wake my parents up again, stinky!!!”
You can already imagine his sheepish smile when he sends you a "that was once!!! my bad" back.
After sending him a quick ":p", you silently put on some clothes more fitting to go out than your pajamas. The sound of his motorcycle announces his greater-than-life presence long before his text does. Grabbing two scrunchies, you sneak out your window.
He only greets you with a goofy smile and a wave, hair free-flowing in the wind. Under the moonlight, his gray eyes twinkle with vigor and youth. It knocks the air out of your lungs as you glance at him because he's beautiful, ethereal, and alive. He smiles smugly when he catches your stare, but he holds his hand out for you to take.
"Hi," you whisper under the twinkling stars as you put your hand in his.
"Hey," he whispers back as he curls his fingers around your hand before adjusting to interlace your fingers together.
The quietness and intimacy of this moment drown out the world - the sound of cars driving by, of cicadas flying, of the world standing still. The only thing keeping you from floating is his hand and the sound of your heartbeat.
"I got you a hair tie." You offer softly with an equally soft smile, eyes pointing to the scrunchies on your wrist.
"I got you a hoodie," he responds as he nods to his motorcycle. "Because I knew your dumb ass would, once again, forget to dress for the winds."
"I'm dressed decently enough. You, though… please tie your hair… It hurts like hell when it whips in my face," you laugh lightly.
He rolls his eyes. "That's also what you said last time before you ended up stealing my hoodie, and I ended up being cold!" he complains, but there's a certain fondness in his voice.
You only stick your tongue out childishly at him. You would rather bite your tongue than admit that you are always slightly underdressed for the occasion so he would keep giving you his hoodies.
He tugs your interlaced hand and pulls you closer, and as you stand so close to him, you think close isn't quite close enough. The two of you linger in that position for longer than what should be appropriate for friends, but you think you have been tiptoeing around that line for a while now. Your heart races, and you're sure your erratic heart is beating fast enough to generate heat to keep you warm against the cold winds.
He pulls away first, moving to grab his hoodie before he roughly puts it on you. He laughs when you complain about your ruffled hair, but as his hoodie and scent engulf you, you could only shyly smile. He takes a scrunchie despite complaining about how poofy it is. As he settles in his bike and you settle in behind him, arms tight around his waist, you think this is probably what holding the universe in your arms feels like.
He rives his bike loudly despite your warning, but you find that you could care less right now as he takes off. You are young and dumb, but the wind is running through your hair as the two of you are chasing the moon, and it makes you feel so alive. Neon lights and starlit skies blur together as he speeds through familiar roads, and the brisk winds drown out your loud laughter. It feels like you're feeling everything at once, but your head is so clear.
You think you can understand why he loves riding so much because the only thing that you can hear is your loud heartbeat, and the only thing that matters is you're living.
He finally stops at a local 24-hour diner. The moonlight shines through the window by your table. You are still feeling the wild wind in your hair, cold air on your face, and the warmth of Baji’s back on your arms. It's way past midnight now, and the yellow lights of the diner feel a little more homey than dingy. He’s munching on some fries, occasionally waving one in your face whenever he’s trying to make a point about something. As you watch the various expressions on his face, a smile makes its way to your face.
“Hey Keisuke,” you grab a fry and jab it at him in the middle of his sentence. He stops his mid-word as he stares at you, head tilting slightly and mouth still gaping. There is a particular word that you keep thinking of whenever you think of Baji, a feeling that lingers and fills your heart up. You know what it is. You think you know at least, and in moments like these when you’re just watching his goofy self munching on fries while boisterously laughing at something dumb, all you can think of is those four letters.
“You’re my best friend,” you whisper before you eat your fry. Best friend, you think, encompasses a lot of things and feelings as you stare at his childlike grin, heart fluttering and mind blanking because all you see is him. You hope he knows, hope he gets that best friend is a loose term because he is so much more.
When he meets your eyes and his gray eyes crinkle in mirth and laughter rolls off his lips, you think he does.
“I know,” he smugly nods before he drops another fry into his mouth. “I guess you’re pretty cool too.”
You stick your tongue out at him and feel a warmth in your heart that matches the pinks of his cheeks. Maybe it’s adrenaline still in your blood, maybe it’s the moment, but it makes you devious, brave even, as you lean over and chomp down on the fry he's holding.
He stares at you with his mouth wide open, looking absolutely flabbergasted and offended. “Hello? That was my last fry!”
“Sorry,” you giggle, not feeling all that sorry at all. You know he’s not truly that offended because he has that stupid grin on his face, because he’s always soft with you. A part of you does feel a little sorry when you see the small pout that arises on his face. “I’ll treat you to yakisoba later?”
He turns away from you, face still slightly sulky as he huffs silently.
“No? You don’t want yakisoba?” you ask. You still find it amusing that Baji Keisuke, the first division captain of the Toman Gang who would punch someone on the streets for no reason other than just because he feels like it, is pouting because you stole his last fry. If anyone from any rival gangs sees Baji Keisuke now, they probably wouldn’t believe this is the same person.
“Fine,” he huffs softly, “But don’t think one yakisoba is enough.”
“Then,” you begin, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you work up the courage, “What about this?”
He turns to you in confusion, and before your courage runs out on you, you crash your lips onto his before you pull away.
“Repayment,” you mutter meekly, eyes avoiding his because you’re sure he can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks from where he’s sitting.
“Hey,” he tugs on your hand under the table. When you finally look at him, he continues, “Just one isn’t enough.”
He kisses you again.
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Home is supposed to be the place you come from, but you think it's more like a place you find, pieced together from scattered bits of feelings, emotions, people along the way. Somewhere along the lines, home becomes less of a place and more of a person. Your home becomes the boy with the sharp canines and long hair that gets tangled by the stray cats he keeps, the "I love you" declared loudly with kisses and the longing looks in between, the comfortable warmth of his body next to yours as you chase sunsets and live in your own infinity. Your home is Baji Keisuke and the constant image of him in your mind and the infinite pieces of him in your heart.
Infinity, though, is awfully short, you think, as you see him lay surrounded by bouquets, eyes closed in eternal slumber. He's always looked good in white, but when his tan complexion is nearly as pale as the white roses surrounding him, you think white is an awful color on him. His eyes always shine with possibilities and promises, and while you've always joked that his sleeping face is cute because he always looks so innocent, adorable even, all you want now is to see him awake.
His heroism and love for his friends are always something that you love about him, but in turn, it feels so incredibly cruel to you now. For as short as he has been in your life, he becomes pieces embedded so deeply in it that it makes you whole. You cannot imagine a world where there is no Baij, where he isn’t there to punch a hooligan on the streets or feed stray cats at night or hold you when your world is crashing. You cannot imagine a life where he isn’t here to shine a bright light in your life without his laughter and goofy personality. Suddenly the world blurs around you, and you can't breathe as droplets of water hit your clenched hands on your lap.
You hold his hands. Cold, cold, cold, when they used to be warm enough to light a fire in you. There are so many things you want to tell him, say to him, but the speech you prepare in your head drowns in silence as your voice gives out on you. All the words in your head just come out as broken sobs. You feel the sympathetic and equally broken glance of his mom as she embraces you, but all you can think about is that he won’t open his eyes.
Baji Keisuke has always been bigger than life, you think, because he becomes a part of everything in your life. There are traces of him everywhere - him with his cats on your lock-screen, the random memes he sends you at night, the little notes he leaves you written in his ugly penmanship with love. When you think of these things, you feel like your heart is breaking all over again.
People tell you to be strong, and while you want to retort because how can you when he’s gone?, you find that you cannot say a word without crying. You’re tired of crying too because your eyes are already so, so raw, but it seems like all you can do is cry. When you think you've finally run out of tears and your tears finally stop, a new batch takes over even at the slightest things that remind you of him. You feel so pathetic because you can't do anything without water leaking from your eyes, and you hate yourself for being so weak.
You tune out the somber tone of his friends and the broken tone of his mom because you don't want to accept a reality where he isn't here. But luck is never on your side because he never opens his eyes again, and you never get to tell him how much you love him. All you get are flashbacks and memories of him and emptiness in your heart and soul. You tell yourself you have to be strong and smile and live for the both of you, but you can't. Not when he isn't here, not when he isn't with you anymore. Every time you think about that fact, your heart breaks again.
"Hey, stupid," your broken sobs ring loudly in the deafening silence, "I love you."
The words you’ve wanted to tell him for so long are finally in the open, but there is no answer.
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That AOT fic u wrote for me was *chef’s kiss* expect many fluff Levi requests from me in the future. I want domestic man, Levi’s (secret) kids coming to visit him at the squadron 😔🤚🏻
“Family Man,” Levi x Reader
A/N: thank you🥺 I enjoyed writing it and I really liked the idea you requested!
Summary: where Levi is a family man and the scouts end up finding out when his kids randomly come to visit him.
Warnings!: none, season 1-2 Levi for ya
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Levi was a very hard nut to crack, no one really truly knows him and the soft shell he has underneath. It had taken a lot of time for him to even consider having kids, he honestly didn’t want to think about bringing a child into the world he looks at as hell and he didn’t want his children to carry that burden.
But one day it happened out of the blue, you were pregnant and it had taken Levi until the birth of your first boy for him to be convinced that he is now a father. Once his eyes laid upon his small child that slept in his arms, the baby barely an hour old and Levi completely fell in love.
You never seen Levi so over protective until your son was born. It was like he changed into a completely different person and with that, he suddenly became a family man. The long days of him being a prick to everyone was worth it to come home to laughter and smiles.
Two years after your son was born, you ended up birthing your second boy and Levi was over the moon to the point where he was definitely their favorite parent. Some nights you would find him sleeping in your bed with both boys cuddled up to him and some days you would catch Levi making fake car noises as he played.
But while Levi went to work, he had never told anyone about his personal life. About his wife nor his kids that he would leave back at home. It’s not like he wanted to keep them a secret or keep them hidden, he just felt like leaving his life private was the safest thing to do.
As years flashed by, both boys 10 and 8 years old, you noticed how much of Levi was in the both of them. They would go out, explore the town and always had you on your toes.
One day in particular, you had brought them out in the town to put up items you needed. In the past, you have showed them where their father would work but never have you stepped inside or bothered any of the scouts, especially Levi. You made sure to not let him see the three of you walk by.
The boys, however, remembered where exactly their father worked at. They were fascinated and they definitely looked up to Levi more than you could possibly imagine and that left their curious minds wondering about what the inside looked like.
As your back was turned for merely a second, both boys had ran off, hand in hand straight for their fathers base. When you finally looked behind you, you cursed under your breath and tried to run after them.
Levi was outside, he had his cadets lined up as he strictly gave them orders to do around the base such as cleaning, attending to the horses and more until he heard screaming laughter in the distance.
“Daddy!” One of the boys shouted, getting his attention quickly as the two kids happily ran over.
“Daddy?” Eren repeated, looking around and landed on the children as they ran up to Levi, instantly hugging his legs.
“What are you doing here?” Levi kneeled down, looking at both boys and their goofy grins, making him crack a small smile.
The cadets stood there, frozen in place as you finally caught up and tried to catch your breath. Levi’s eyes met with yours and he didn’t want to say it or look like it but he was upset underneath it all. He couldn’t believe you would be as careless as to let your two children run here let alone know what this place was.
“I’m so sorry, they ran when I wasn’t looking.” You tried to give a apologetic look and he nodded his head, looking down as the boys shot many questions his way about his work and what it was like.
“Since when was Levi a dad?” Armin whispered towards Eren and he shook his head, the look of confusion written all over their faces.
“You’re dismissed, cadets.” Levi shot them a glare, making them scatter off to do their jobs they were assigned to do.
Levi stood up straight, he tried not to be annoyed, his greatest blessings were standing before him and he tried to not let it bother him. This day would’ve happened sooner or later, he had to think about this as something positive.
“Come on, I’ll show you the horses.” Levi grabbed both boys hands and walked where the horses were, letting them both sit on his horse as he walked it around in a circle.
You had stood close by, watching and the smile on Levi’s face had proven that he couldn’t stay angry at the children for long. They would always make him smile towards the end of the day and as he watched them laugh and have fun riding his horse and seeing where their dad worked, he was more than happy.
The scouts ended up peaking out the window to look at Levi and the side of him that they were seeing before their very eyes had shocked them all. All their mouths were parted open and they all glanced at each other like they were in a dream or alternate universe where Levi was actually a happy man.
Once the sun started to set, you had to pry the boys away from their father to let him finish working. Levi was quick to kiss his sons goodbye, giving you a kiss on the cheek afterwards.
“I’m sorry.” You mentioned again, making him shake his head repeatedly.
“Don’t be, it was great having them here, it made my day.” Levi had reassured you, tucking the strand of hair behind your ear and gave you a small smile.
After that, all three of you were sent off to go back home so you could prepare dinner and get the kids ready for bed. The entire walk home both of them rambled on about them riding Levi’s horse and seeing the inside of the base.
You couldn’t help but feel your heart ache from the amount of happiness you felt. You had ruffled their dark hair that sat on their heads, letting them continue their story the whole way home.
Once Levi was now alone, walking into the base and looking around at all the scouts as they stared at him, all shocked and didn’t know what to say.
“I didn’t know you were such a family man, Captain.” Hange teased, nudging his side with her elbow and he rolled his eyes.
“Alright alright, you guys had your fun today but I don’t think I see this place spotless like I asked.” With that, all the cadets began to scatter again and finishing the cleaning they had to do.
Levi walked back to his office, a grunt leaving his lips but when he was alone behind his desk, he had glanced over at the small picture frame he kept on top of the four of them, a sudden happiness filling his heart.
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Genre: Tooth rotting fluff
Words: 8.590
Prompt: Hockey Player Jeno feat. best friend Jaemin, love letters?
Warnings: none..?
A/N: This was written for @woahhwa for the @kafenetwork kafeholidays event!
Hi Ru! I had so much fun talking to you when tumblr wasn’t eating my asks! I hope you liked this and it incorporates some of the things you said you liked.
Also. Warning: I know absolutely nothing about hockey so please bear with me :]
As always thank you to @burtonized for always listening to my rambles and telling me that my writing doesn’t suck. Also literally no one asked for me to put Johnny into this but I am a simple woman and miss him and his gorgeous hair.
I am sorry for this horrible title...
The red numbers on the clock over the rink slowly counted down, the last minute of the game beginning. You had your hands tightly clutched together, sitting on the edge of the seat as you watched your home team in the orange and blue tricots trying to defend the last push of the opposing team. Mark Lee - on the defense - body checked the opposing wing player, who had been pushing forward, hardly into the banister, causing him to lose the puck. Quick on his feet like always, Ten snatched it from him and took a sharp turn to avoid the second wing player, using his smaller size to his advantage so he could push forward into the last third before the huge defender of the opposing team tackled him harshly. But like the genius player he was, Donghyuck had anticipated it, screaming Ten’s name at the top of his lungs so the elder had the time to pass the puck on to his wingplayer. Using his momentum from following Ten, Donghyuk pulled both of the opposing defenders towards him, leaving the star player of the team - Lee Jeno - free right in front of the goalie. A huge mistake. With a mischievous grin on his lips, Donghyuck waited until the very last second to pass the puck straight to Jeno who didn’t hesitate even for a second to take his shot: Hitting the puck with all his strength, he sent the rubber flying right past the goalie’s body, slamming into the net of the goal.
The crowd around you erupted in loud screams and cheers, everyone jumping up from their seats and celebrating the last minute goal as the red timer on the scoreboard ticked down to zero, the loud noise of a horn mixing with the cheers of the students. In the middle of all of this you were hugging your best friend, screaming loudly before turning back to look into the rink where the other boys had buried Lee Jeno beneath them, hockey sticks scattered around them.
The other team had already angrily left the rink, collecting their stuff to make their way to the locker rooms when the boys finally let off and let their MVP breathe. Grinning broadly they took their helmets off one by one, shaking out their matted hair and just like after every game, the sight of Jeno’s midnight blue messy hair took your breath away. Once you could muster up the courage to talk to him, you wanted to ask if he had dyed it to match the color of their blue and orange jerseys. But even though you went to every single one of their home games and sometimes even went down to the rink to congratulate them, you had yet to speak more than three words with their handsome center forward player with the 23 on his back.
“Let’s go down to congratulate them, this was insane,” Jaemin said before already pulling you down the stairs against the tide of people that were already leaving.
A couple of the player’s friends had already gathered at the rink, cheering them on and clapping them on their padded shoulders. You could make out the University’s heartthrob Johnny Suh - a volleyball player himself - fondly petting his best friend’s head which made Ten smile brighter than the harsh lights that illuminated the ice. A group of other boys from your year that you knew from a couple of your courses had rounded Donghyuck and Mark and looked like they were currently mocking the elder for his misplay that had led to the early goal of the opposing team, leaving their goalkeeper Yangyang almost no time to react. With a loud thud Jeno joined the circle, clinging to Mark’s back who cried out in pain from how hard the impact had been. The newest addition to the team, a tall freshman with the number 27 on his back, awkwardly shuffled on the ice before the team captain - Sicheng - pulled him over to where they were celebrating.
“Yooooo, boys this was sick!” Jaemin called out when he jumped down the last couple of steps before joining his friends who had stopped mocking Mark for a little while. But that wouldn’t be for long and you knew it. You had been their fan for quite some time now and knew that Donghyuck would not let Mark live and would bother him about it for a long time.
“Watch your back, stupid,” you mumbled after your best friend who had been part of the team last year but had to quit playing for an undefined amount of time due to some issues with his back. He was the one who had originally gotten you into this sport which had led to your crush on Lee Jeno. So basically Na Jaemin was the reason you had the worst everlasting crush on a boy you barely knew and were way too shy to talk to even if he shared a ridiculous number of classes with you this year. But to Lee Jeno you must just be Jaemin’s weird friend he still knew from his childhood.
Slowly you approached the circle of boys, trying to hide as much of your face as possible in the bright orange scarf you had wrapped around your neck to shield yourself from the cold of the stadium. Jaemin was already retelling the highlights of the game in rapid-fire double time rapping speed, gesturing broadly and making the players laugh.
“If you were to commentate the games they would probably be twice as fun to watch,” you spoke your mind when your best friend had to take a deep breath, making all of them stare at you which promptly lead to blood to rush to your face.
“Yoooo, that would be such a good idea,” Mark broke the silence, his eyes wide, “Since you know all the rules and stuff.”
“Also I wouldn’t be biased at all,” Jaemin just rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, he can’t just trash talk the other team during the whole game,” Sicheng threw in.
“But it would be fun,” Yangyang mused. He had finally managed to get all of his extra protective gear off, his dark hair hanging into his eyes.
“You should try it, Jaem,” Jeno also agreed.
“I’d rather join you on the ice, you know,” your best friend mumbled, shooting the rink a longing gaze.
“You’ll be back with us in no time once your back is healed,” Sicheng smiled, patting him on the shoulder with his still gloved hand, “Just give me a call and I’ll unlock the rink for you to make a couple of rounds.”
“What am I, a short track athlete?” Jaemin grumbled but nodded his head anyways. He had been an amazing sprinter until he had exchanged the goggles and tight suits for heavy padding and a stick some time in high school.
“What’s this gloomy atmosphere? We won guys!” Ten shouted over from where he had been talking to Johnny and some other upperclassman, “Let’s get out of these uniforms and have some food to celebrate, Sicheng is paying.”
“I am what?” The team captain protested but his complaints were lost in the cheers of the younger members of the team who quickly scrambled to get to the lockers to shower and change, their stomachs always bottomless holes after an intense game.
“Let’s go home then,” Jaemin suggested, raking a hand through his caramel hair. You could tell he was still sad about not being able to be with his boys but he made an effort to hide his inner struggle.
“Jaem!” A voice called you back when you turned to climb up the stairs and Lee Jeno skidded effortlessly over the ice to roughly collide with the side of the rink again. “You know you can join us, right?”
A smile spread over your friend’s lips but he shook his head. “I can’t leave this one all to herself.”
“The more the merrier,” Jeno just answered, looking you straight in the eye which lead to your heart missing a beat or two. He was covered in sweat and his hair was matted to his head, he should not have looked this attractive to you with his stupid half-moon eye smile and mole beneath his right eye.
“I- I don’t want to mess up your all-boys time,” you tried to politely decline, scolding yourself for stuttering like this. You did not need to make an even bigger fool out of yourself.
“It’s fine, really. Mark’s girlfriend is probably going to join us as well,” Jeno reassured you, “I’ll see you two outside!” He quickly added before crossing the rink again to disappear into the lockers, not leaving you two any more chance to decline.
“We’re not going to say no to a free meal, are we?” Jaemin grinned.
“Wipe that grin off your face Nana,” you grumbled, scolding yourself for going for comfortable and warm clothes instead of pretty ones. What would Jeno think of you in your oversized blue hoodie and orange scarf?
“Stop stressing, I can hear you thinking,” your friend whined, pulling you out of the by now empty stadium.
“I look like a potato.”
“No you don’t. You look fine. Jeno is not into the whole dolled up thing anyways.”
Slapping his arm hard, you looked around if any of the players had already changed and overheard his comment.
“You better keep your mouth shut, Na Jaemin or may god have mercy over you,” you hissed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he innocently blinked his eyes at you.
“Na Jaemin, I swear to god. If you make me look like a fool in front of my crush that I should have never admitted to you, I WILL make you regret it.”
“You don’t need me to make a fool out of yourself,” your best friend laughed, just barely dodging the punches you threw at him.
“Please be nice,” you whispered when the boys came out from the locker after a couple of minutes, their hair still damp from the shower they must have taken, their bags slung over their shoulders. Pictures of what a certain forward player must look like beneath his heavy padding and jersey flooded your mind for a second and you had to fight the heat that threatened to creep up on your cheeks.
Mark’s girlfriend who had arrived a couple of minutes earlier and who you two had already told about the game, raced to fling herself into her boyfriend’s arms, giggling loudly when he almost toppled over from being thrown off balance. Somehow that image tugged at your heart and you wished that one day when you were finally not too shy to talk to Jeno, this could be the two of you.
Dinner was filled with a lot of loud laughter and just mildly annoyed waiters at the restaurant that had the best hot pot in town or so Sicheng claimed. But you really couldn’t even blame the poor waitress that had to deal with the hyped up hockey players.
You mostly kept quiet, listening to their bickering and their stories. Donghyuck only retold how Mark had messed up in today’s game about three more times until he earned himself a rather hard slap to the back of his head from both Mark and Jeno. During the whole time you tried to steal secret glances at the forward player, admiring how fluffy his hair got after it had dried and how his glasses would fog up from the heat of the food until he took them off with an adorable but also really annoyed huff, stuffing them into the pocket of his neon green hoodie that should have looked ridiculous but he could pull it off. At this point you thought that he would look good in a plastic bag. God you really had it bad for him.
“Alright children, it’s bed time,” Ten exclaimed after everyone’s bellies were full, clapping his hands, “We should leave quickly so Sicheng can pay for the meal.”
The team captain just sighed and leaned back in his seat while the others quickly shuffled around to sort out their bags and their jackets to hurry out of the restaurant, muttering words of thanks to Sicheng. You felt bad for him and lingered behind for a little before pressing a note into his hands that he declined with a little smile.
“It’s fine,” he shook his head, handing the money back, “One mouth more or less doesn’t matter.”
“Thank you for the meal, Sicheng,” you smiled.
“Thank you for your support, you’re at every of our games, aren’t you?” Flustered you followed him to the register where a woman took his card to pay for the meal.
“I try to make it. Jaemin doesn’t like going alone when he’s not allowed to play and I really enjoy watching you guys play. Your freshman really did so well.”
“Sungchan is really talented,” Sicheng nodded, “He is such a great assent to the team and he compliments Jeno well. He’ll give Jaemin a run for his money when he comes back.”
Smiling, you nodded. “I hope he’ll recover fast, he really misses you guys.”
Taking his card back, Sicheng grimaced at the receipt. “We all miss him.”
Stepping outside in the cold, you were glad you had brought your thick jacket, your breath came out in little white clouds and Jaemin’s nose was already red.
“I thought you’d never come back out, I am freezing over here,” he complained.
Rolling your eyes at your roommate, you quickly said goodbye to Sicheng who once again told Jaemin to give him a call if he wanted to use the rink to skate for a while.
On the way over to your apartment a little off of campus, you both kept quiet, each lost in your own thoughts. Even through your thick layers of clothing, the cold began seeping into your bones and you buried your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket. But instead of the soft material of the inside of the pockets, your right hand came into contact with a neatly folded piece of paper. Confused you pulled it from your jacket and unfolded it. You didn’t remember stuffing that in there. In neat handwriting, a single sentence was written:
You look so pretty in blue.
What? You were so perplexed, you halted in your steps, staring at the piece of paper as if it would tell you what in the world was going on or how it had ended up in your pocket. Had one of the boys snuck the note into you jacket when they all had left before you and Sicheng? But why would any of them do that? What if... What if it had been Jeno? No, that couldn’t be. He was way out of your league and most definitely confident enough to tell you in person if he liked the honestly very much not special or pretty blue hoodie.
“Hello? Earth to best friend?” Jaemin’s voice ripped you from your thoughts. He was standing a couple of steps in front of you, a questioning look on his features. “Did you just remember you left the stove on or something?”
“N... No,” you muttered, shaking your head before shoving the note back into your pocket, catching up to Jaemin.
What you didn’t know was that would not be the last weird note you would find.
The next one didn’t take long. You found it stuffed in your bag between your books on your second class of the day. Trying to not catch your friend’s attention so you wouldn’t have to explain the note, you carefully and secretly unfolded it to read the neatly written sentence.
You look great today, have a great start into the new week! Fighting!
Not unlike last time, you wondered who could have dropped the note into your bag. And when? Looking around the class you were currently in, your eyes caught on Lee Jeno’s midnight blue hair just a couple of seats in front of you. Had he been in your previous class as well? You couldn’t remember. But even if he had been, it was just wishful thinking that he had been the one to write the note. It was most likely a cruel joke someone was playing on you.
Sighing you crumbled the piece of paper and focused back to what your professor was saying, trying to concentrate on taking notes instead of daydreaming while staring holes into Lee Jeno’s head like you had done way too often in this class. You weren’t very successful and when Jeno answered a question the professor had thrown at the class flawlessly, earning himself a couple of back pats from his friends that were seated around him, you couldn’t help but sigh.
God, why did he have to be both smart and incredibly handsome? And on top of that a very talented hockey player.
A slap from your friend to your shoulder brought you back from your daydream to find the professor staring at you intensely. Shit. What had he asked?
“Alright miss, I’d like a word with you after class. Now who can answer my question instead?” He spoke and you just wanted to ground to swallow you whole.
For the rest of the class you were just imagining all the worst case scenarios in your head of what the strict professor would scold you about. Would he make you do extra work for the class? Give you a bad grade all together? Or just humiliate you further?
“Alright class, that will be it for today, you’re dismissed. Don’t forget to do the reading for next week and hand in your assignments on time,” the professor dismissed the class, immediately finding your eyes to nod his head sharply to indicate he hadn’t forget about you zoning out.
Discouraged after the scolding you had gotten from your professor about dozing off in his classes, you climbed the stairs to your seat to pack your stuff to go hide in your room until everyone would have forgotten how embarrassing the whole situation had been, especially Lee Jeno and his friends.
But yet again another note was placed right on top of your notebook, seemingly written in a haste and carelessly ripped out of its original page.
Don’t take it to heart, it could have happened to anyone. Cheer up!
Okay maybe the someone who was writing you these notes actually wasn’t playing jokes on you and actually cared about you. You’d be lying if the few words hadn’t made you feel any better.
Over the next few weeks you found more and more notes. Some longer than others, some just a few hastily written words. Some were just a quick cheer up to help you get through a long day of class, some compliments about your outfit or your hair and some even little stories about the day of your admirer. Somehow you felt like you got to know him a little through his little messages. You even dared to say you looked forward to finding more and more notes.
One time your secret admirer even left you a coffee on your table at the library when you had gotten up from your seat to get more books to look up some information for the essay you were trying to finish. When you got back to your seat, you looked around quickly to see if the admirer was still around. But you only saw more students perched over books or their laptops, typing away. Just when you were about to get back to your own project, a white hoodie caught your eye between the dull lighting and brown colors of the library. Below a mop of blue hair, Lee Jeno shortly smiled at you from behind his glasses, toasting towards you with his own cup of coffee and you couldn’t help but notice that it was from the same shop the steaming cup in front of you was from. Picking it up, you toasted back and took a small sip to not completely burn your tongue before examining the cup which just said your name with a little heart on it.
It could have been just a coincidence that Jeno chose to get coffee from the same place your admirer had. The shop was just a few meters from the library after all but the way Jeno had smiled at you, not his usual bright smile but something maybe a little more shy, made you believe it could actually have been him and you really hoped that he actually was.
But today you hadn’t found a single note from your admirer and for some reason that was really bothering you. He had managed to sneak you at least a little note every day for a while now. And you still hadn’t figured out how he did it. Or when. You didn’t leave your bag or jackets unattended for long periods of time and it seriously baffled by how sneaky he must be.
“Stop staring holes into the air and get back to work,” your coworker Yuta scolded you, clapping a hand on your back on his way past you.
“I’m sorry, I was lost in my head,” you apologized but he just shrugged his shoulders as he collected the mugs a group of students had left behind.
“Exams?” He asked as he came back, putting the mugs into the sink.
“Something like that,” you lied. You really didn’t know the upperclassman well enough to vent to him about how someone you didn’t even knew who they were send you secret messages and somehow they hadn’t done it today yet.
Before Yuta could ask any further questions, the bell on the door jingled happily, announcing the arrival of a new set of customers. “I’ll go, bring those to the back,” your coworker instructed you. Sighing, you bunched up your sleeves to stack up all the dishes that had been piling up in the front during the time Yuta and you had been too busy with orders to put them in the big dishwasher in the kitchen.
With a couple of freshly washed cups and plates you emerged back into the main room to see Yuta flirting with the group of girls that had just come in to probably order some way too overpriced season special with more sugar than actual coffee in it. Of course only after they had been completely charmed by the objectively speaking very pretty foreigner with a silver tongue. Rolling your eyes at the group, you instead made your way to where the customers were sitting to check if anyone new had come in while you were in the back. After most classes were over for the day, the cozy café usually filled up with students pretty fast; either to relax for a little before going to the library or to discuss group projects.
Today was no different and you easily spotted a group of boys from one of your courses squished together in one of the booths, your best friend smiling brightly at you when he saw you approach.
“My favorite waitress is working,” he spoke, awkwardly hugging your waist from his sitting position.
“You just want my employee discount,” you fondly rolled your eyes at a now pouting Jaemin, “So what can I get you.”
You quickly collected all the boy’s orders including Jaemin’s horrendous deathpresso.
“Oh, add another iced Americano, someone is still missing,” Donghyuck called after you when you had confirmed their orders, a knowing smirk on his lips.
Quickly scribbling another one on your little notepad, you didn’t look where you were going and suddenly collided with a very solid chest and you were pretty sure you would have fallen if it was not for the customer’s quick reflexes. So instead of on the floor, you found yourself pressed against his chest, his perfume clouding your senses.
“Careful where you’re going,” he said and you could already tell that your eyes would meet ones with the color of molten amber, hidden behind a cute pair of round glasses, before you even looked up to see Lee Jeno’s smile.
“You... You too,” you stuttered, feeling your face heat up, quickly scrambling back a step.
“Are you alright?” He asked, looking you up and down once.
“Yeah, I was just taking your orders, I’ll be right back,” you tried to smile while trying to tell your heart to stop beating like you had just ran a marathon.
“I’ll help you carry, we’re quite a few people.”
“No, it’s fine really,” you quickly declined, “This is my job after all.
“I feel bad for running into you though, let me help,” Jeno insisted, a slight pout on his lips that you really could not resist. When you ended up nodding, his whole face lit up with his famous eye smile and your insides might have just melted a little. While he was quickly putting his bag down and greeting his friends, you busied yourself with the orders. Yuta was still no help whatsoever, telling one of the girls an obnoxious story of how he had ended up at a university in Korea. You barely held back your laugh when the girls gasped, their eyes glued to Yuta. The story might have been impressive to you if you hadn’t heard it about 30 times already, always a little different but always pretty far from the actual truth.
“I didn’t know you worked here,” Jeno ripped your attention from your coworker when he leaned against the counter to watch you work the big coffee machine.
“I was working in a different shop a little off campus before,” you smiled, focusing on pouring the milk into one of the cups of coffee to form a pretty picture.
“You’re really good at making them look pretty,” Jeno complimented you, his cheeks tinted a rosy color.
“It’s just practice,” you mumbled, hiding your own shyness behind the counter to quickly grab the cake slices the boys had ordered. An awkward silence hung over the two of you while you worked on finishing the other drink orders (it always took a ridiculous amount of time to make Jaemin’s) and your brain ran on overdrive trying to come up with a topic to talk to Jeno to fill up the silence while willing your hands to not shake and make a fool out of yourself in front of him.
“Do... Do you work between classes?” You chose to ask in the end, scolding yourself immediately for asking what must be the most lame, basic question ever.
“I hardly have time between classes and practice,” Jeno explained nonetheless, scrunching his nose adorably to push up his glasses,” I’m here on a scholarship so I have to show results in hockey or I’ll be out.”
“Ooh, I didn’t know that. But you’re really good so it shouldn’t be a surprise,” you spoke your mind before you could think about the words but as soon as it registered, your face immediately was heating up. Jeno just laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
“I’m not bad I guess. It’s just a lot of practice, it’s nothing special,” he mirrored the words you had said earlier, an easy smile on his lips.
“Even I can see you have an unfair amount of talent for hockey, Jeno.”
At that he barked out a short laugh. “You should have seen me when I stood on the ice for the first time, I couldn’t even skate in a straight line without falling on my ass, no idea what the scouts saw in me when they talked to my mum to recruit me.”
“I bet you’re just being modest,” you argued.
“I am not I swear,” he laughed, “I was really bad but I trained a lot so I could make the team. I’m not like Donghyuck who can just skip half of practice because he’s hungover. I have to work for it.”
“That makes it even more admirable,” you mumbled, not able to look him in the eye when you spoke the words even though you meant them with all your heart.
“Th- Thank you,” Jeno stuttered and when you looked up at his face again, you could see that his ears were bright red.
“I mean it,” you smiled and when he finally met your eyes you couldn’t help but get lost in his for a while.
“And you tell me to stop flirting with customers,” Yuta broke whatever moment you just had with Jeno and shoved you from the spot on the coffee machine.
“I wasn’t,” you tried to argue but your colleague just clocked his tongue and rolled his eyes.
“I... I wouldn’t mind if you were,” Jeno mumbled so quietly you had almost missed it, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach and a smile to creep onto your lips again.
“We should bring the drinks over,” you smiled, grabbing the tray that held the drinks so Jeno could take the one with the cakes.
“Ye... Yeah, orders, drinks, sure,” he stuttered, grabbing the second tray and following you through the café back over to where his friends were seated.
“I thought you would never come back,” Jaemin already whined, grabbing his deathpresso off of your tray.
“It takes a while to make eight freaking extra shots of espresso,” you scolded your best friend while giving out the rest of the orders to the other boys who all agreed, joining in on telling Jaemin how unhealthy his coffee drinking habits were.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” you smiled politely when everyone had gotten their respective drinks, leaving the boys to banter playfully.
Over the course of your shift, the boys stayed to study and ordered another round of hot drinks before they left just shy of the ending of your shift. Jeno threw you another shy smile and a little sweater pawed wave when they left the shop that almost send you into cardiac arrest.
“I’ll clean that table and then head out,” you announced to Yuta who was glued to his phone, checking his twitter feed.
Among the chaos of used napkins and dishes, you found a neatly folded piece of paper with your name neatly written on it, a little heart drawn in the corner that set you own one racing again. You quickly put it in your pocket and cleared the rest of the table, all but throwing the dishes into the dishwasher at the back so you could get out of your apron and take a look at the note your secret admirer had left. While you were changing into your warm jacket, you couldn’t help but to think and to hope that Jeno had left it for you. After all he had been at both the gatherings that had led to you finding these notes and he also shared lot of classes with you where he could technically have slipped you a note or two. And on top of that he had also been at the library when the coffee incident happened.
Once you stepped out of the café and into the cool air of the early evening, you sat down on one of the benches surrounding the building to read the little note in peace.
You look so cute when you’re concentrating on making pretty latte art, did you know that?
I loved the little talk we had but I am too shy to talk to you. Can you tell by these notes?
My friends all make fun of me for writing cheesy notes instead of manning up to actually talk to you.
I don’t even know if you would want to meet me. But if you want to, then meet me at the ice rink tomorrow at 7pm. I’ll be waiting for you there, I promise.
You couldn’t hold in the little shriek of joy that made its way past your lips. It had to be Jeno. It couldn’t be anyone else. It had to be him.
Holding the little note close to your furiously beating heart, you smiled and kicked your legs in joy before storing it carefully into your bag. Jaemin better be ready to help you choose an outfit for tomorrow and listen to you whine without asking too many questions about who you were actually going to meet.
When you arrived at the stadium the next day, clutching the note tightly in your hand, you double checked the time and carefully looked around before you tried to open the front door which to your surprise was actually unlocked. Taking a deep breath, you went in, closing the door firmly behind you before walking up to the second door that would take you to the bleachers. Slowly you pulled it open as well, hoping it wouldn’t make too much noise.
The rink itself was just dimly lit, most of the lights turned off and on the ice there was a single figure skating around the perimeter, seemingly lost in their thoughts while aimlessly taking sharp turns that send pieces of ice flying, making the skids screech. You would have recognized that person between hundreds of other skaters, the midnight blue hair easily giving him away.
Jeno seemingly hadn’t noticed you yet and it gave you time to sort out your racing heart and thoughts. Had it really been him to write you all the sweet notes that you had begun to collect in a little box you hid from Jaemin in a box beneath your bed? Or was the universe playing a prank on you and it was just a coincidence that he was practicing right now, alone at night. But then again no one else was around and he really wasn’t dressed for practice, just wearing one of his big hoodies and jeans. It had to be his notes. And thinking back on it, he really had been the only person who had been at the same places, the notes had been showing up. From the dinner with the hockey team to the ones in your classes and at your work or in the library.
Slowly you made your way down the steps of the bleachers, keeping quiet so you wouldn’t disturb Jeno who was still skating around the rink. Once you arrived at the bottom row of seats, you took a seat next to a pair of skates and a pair of sneakers that probably belonged to Jeno. Sitting in silence, you watched his movements for a while. He was captivating to watch: Seeing him effortlessly glide over the ice before suddenly sprinting forward only to come to an abrupt halt or take a sharp turn. It was beyond you how he held his balance through it all.
Suddenly he halted in his moves completely to stare at the big clock on the back wall of the stadium that showed that it was fifteen minutes past seven already before he sighed deeply, raking a hand through his fluffy hair. Was he nervous? Nervous you wouldn’t come?
Just when he was taking off, his eyes caught your figure and he stopped again, a big smile spreading across his face that made his eyes curl into the beautiful half-moon shape you adored. While you were busy trying to remember how to breathe, he was skating towards you, effortlessly jumping from the ice through a little door in the rink, walking towards you.
“You came,” he beamed, kneeling down in front of you after he had grabbed the skates that were still lying next to you.
“Yeah I did,” you answered, still not entirely sure what to make of this situation. With how fast your heart was beating, it must have climbed all the way up to your throat and you weren’t sure if you could have produced a proper sentence if you wanted to.
“I hope I didn’t misinterpret all of this,” Jeno mumbled while he carefully undid your shoelaces before slipping them off your feet, “And you’re just here to tell me to stop being creepy and not leave any more notes around.”
The way he looked up at you from beneath his midnight blue bangs tugged at your heart and you couldn’t find any words to tell him just how okay you were with this, so you just nodded, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, the skin feeling way too hot against the cold of the stadium. Smiling brightly Jeno quickly prepared the skates to slip onto your feet and laced them up tightly, his nimble fingers working fast and efficient.
“Is this alright? Not too tight?”
“Seems fine,” you smiled back at him, experimentally wiggling your toes.
“Alright,” Jeno smiled, extending a hand to you. “Come on, let’s go.”
Shyly, you took his hand to let him pull you upright. On wobbly feet, you followed him to the little door in the rink, letting him step onto the ice first.
“I’ve never done this before,” you confessed, almost reflexive reaching your gloved hands out towards him which he took with a gentle smile, squeezing them reassuringly.
“I won’t let you fall,” he promised, tightening the grip on your hands.
“Okay,” you whispered, carefully stepping onto the slippery ice, unsure how to work with the skates.
“You’re a natural,” Jeno beamed when you finally stood with both feet on the ice.
“I- I don’t know,” you shied away from the praise, wishing you could hide in your big scarf.
“Hold on tightly now,” the hockey player warned before he skillfully moved his legs so he was sliding backwards, effectively pulling you with him. A little surprised sound escaped your lips and you clutched his hands tightly, worrying your gaze to your feet where you tried to stabilize yourself and keeping the skids up right.
“Don’t think so much about it. Look at me,” Jeno’s voice cut through the soft scratching noises of the skates.
“I’ll fall if I do,” you argued. Also your heart would most likely leap out of your chest if you did. As if it wasn’t already beating furiously enough now that you were basically on a date with your crush and he was holding your hands.
“I told you that I won’t let you fall,” he promised, slowing down his own movements until you came to a halt. Steadying yourself on the skates, you took a deep breath before looking up to meet Jeno’s eyes. And just like that time stood still. Under the dimmed lights in the stadium, it felt like you two were the only people on this planet. You got lost in the deep brown shade of his eyes and adored how his nose and cheeks were tinted a pretty blush color from the cold.
“Hey there,” he whispered, tucking your scarf neatly around your neck where it had come undone, the gesture so intimate, it made your breath hitch.
“Hi,” you answered dumbly and it made him smile, his eyes curving into the beautiful half-moon eye smile.
Before you could do anything stupid like coo hat how pretty he looked, his smile turned into a mischievous grin and he quickly let go of your hands to skid backwards a couple of meters further towards the center of the rink.
“Jenoooo,” you whined once you had found your balance again, glaring to where he was making a couple of sharp turns, creating indents in the smooth ice and sending pieces flying.
“Come over,” he called, opening his arms wide.
“You just want to see me fall.”
“You won’t, have some faith in yourself. Just kick with your skates until you gain momentum. It’s like walking just with a little more glide.”
“Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?”
“Just try it. For me,” Jeno smiled, sliding a little closer to you and opening his arms again.
Sighing, you nodded, balling your hands into fists before you kicked your feet just how you had seen Jeno and the other’s do a hundred times before. Albeit very wobbly and slow, you were sliding over the ice. A smile slowly spread over your face as you kicked your feet again and again and you weren’t even mad when you noticed that Jeno steadily moved backwards to keep you going.
“See, you’re a natural,” he beamed but just when he said that, you stumbled over one of the indents he had created earlier when he was showing off. You already prepared yourself to meet the cold unforgiving ice, making a complete fool out of yourself but instead two strong arms curled around you to pull you against a strong chest so you were stabilized again.
“I told you, I wouldn’t let you fall,” Jeno whispered, his hands steady on your waist.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, slowly snaking your arms around him as well until your bodies were flush together. For a while you just stood on the ice, hugging each other until your breaths evened out, hearts beating in the same rhythm.
“I’m so glad you actually came.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” You mumbled into his neck.
“Maybe you thought all my notes were creepy.”
“I was really confused at first,” you admitted, “I thought it was a joke. I couldn’t think of a reason why anyone would write these to me. I was waiting for someone to bring up the topic so they could make fun of me. But deep down I really wished it was you who was writing them and that you actually meant everything you wrote.” The longer you spoke, the more you felt your face heat up.
“I wish I had more courage to actually ask you out properly,” Jeno confessed, his voice quiet, “I kept seeing you around Jaemin and then you started to come to our matches. And then we ended up in so many of the same courses and guess what you’re not only very pretty but also incredibly smart. And I guess I kind of developed this huge crush on you with your big scarves and hoodies.”
“Me... Me too, Jeno,” you whispered, your heart making summersaults in your chest and a smile spreading on your lips. Beneath your fingers you could feel Jeno chuckle.
“Will you let me kiss you?” He asked softly and who were you to deny him?
Slowly you lifted your head from his shoulder and he carefully cupped your face before he leaned in to kiss you until your noses were touching. His bangs were tickling your face but you wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way and crossed the last few centimeters between you to press your lips against his slightly chapped ones. Like you had all time in the world you just stood on the ice, lazily moving your lips together only ever separating to heave in a couple of breathes of air and share a soft giggle before claiming each other’s lips again with hearts beating like one.
Eventually Jeno pulled back when you leaned in to kiss him again, a big smile on his lips when you pouted.
“You’ll get another one when you manage to skate a whole round in the rink,” he grinned, his eyes sparkling.
“You’re the worst Lee Jeno,” you kept pouting, “You’re hurting yourself just as much as me.”
“Come on, it’s going to be fun,” he smiled, snaking free from your grip to skate around you in quick motions.
“Show off,” you mumbled underneath your breath but tried your best to copy his movements to fulfill his quest.
In the end he had been right, once you got the hang of it and didn’t lose your balance every time there was a dent in the ice, it actually as fun to chase each other around the rink even though you knew he was purposefully letting you catch up to him at times to steal more kisses. It still somehow didn’t feel real that you actually were here with Lee Jeno and that you were actually allowed to kiss him just like this.
After what felt like hours, Jeno helped you out of your skates and you just sat on the bleachers cuddled up together beneath a blanket, looking down at the rink.
“Are you going to see the match tomorrow?” He asked.
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?”
Jeno just hummed, a blush creeping up his cheeks and ears, this one definitely not from the cold. What was making him shy all of a sudden?
“Would you... I mean... If you wanted to... Would you,” he stuttered before he groaned loudly and grabbed your hands tightly, “Willyouwearmyjackettothegame?”
“What?”
“My jacket... Would you wear it tomorrow?” He asked again, slower this time but still not meeting your eyes, instead looking at your interlocked hands.
“Do you want me to?” You asked him back, a big smile on your lips.
“I mean... I understand if this is a little fast but... But I’ve had this crush on you for the longest time and... And I would really like to show everyone that you’re you know...”
“That I’m your girlfriend?”
“Y... Yeah,” he admitted, shyly looking at you from beneath his midnight blue bangs.
“Of course I will,” you smiled broadly, throwing your arms around him to hug him close.
And you did. After you and Jeno had talked for a little while longer about everything and nothing at all (and maybe some more kissing) until you had yawned more than he found acceptable, he had quickly run to the locker rooms to fetch his jacket that he had promptly laid over your shoulders on your way home. In front of your apartment building he had kissed you goodbye and wished you sweet dreams before he walked away to his own dorm room that he shared with Donghyuck so you had found out.
You turned the key as silently as you could so you wouldn’t wake up your best friend who was out cold on the small sofa in your living room, the Netflix ‘Are you still watching?’ screen illuminating the room. Shaking your head, you draped a blanket over the sleeping boy and turned the TV off before getting ready for bed as well.
The next morning you had to explain why you had Jeno’s jacket to a screaming Jaemin at an ungodly hour but in the end he was just excited as you were if not more because he didn’t have to hear both of you pining anymore because he had promised Jeno not to meddle.
You slipped into Jeno’s big jacket when you and your friend where about to leave so you wouldn’t be late to the match, you couldn’t help but smile, snuggling deep into the collar until your boyfriend’s smell engulfed you like a blanket.
“Stop being gross or the best seats will be taken,” your best friend complained, tugging you with him and filling the way over to the stadium with chatter.
“There are so many people,” you exclaimed when you had entered the stadium, looking around for free seats.
“It’s the highlight of the season, what did you expect?” Jaemin asked, tugging you further down when he spotted Mark’s girlfriend waving excitedly at your two. She also was wearing a jacket with the name ‘Lee’ on the back just that hers had a big blue 2 on the back and not a 23 like yours.
“You and Jeno?” She excitedly jumped up and down when she had spotted your jacket and you could only nod shyly. “I’m so happy for you. Mark told me how Jeno kept pining after you.”
“What’s with all the Lees over here?” A male voice cut in before you could answer anything and Johnny Suh sat down next to Jaemin, not clad in his usual dark red jacket with his name and the 9 on the back but in a rather small orange one with a giant blue 10 on the back.
“You’ll fit right in,” Mark’s girlfriend chirped, making Johnny blush and hide his face in his knitted scarf, mumbling something about how stupid it was that it had to be so cold to play hockey and how much rather he’d be in his heated gym.
“The joy of dating Korean guys,” Jaemin laughed, jumping up and climbing in a seat the row above you, “Let me take a picture, this is hilarious.”
“Ten and Mark aren’t even Korean,” Johnny argued, “But Leechaiyapornkul would have been a bit excessive to put on a jacket.”
The rest of his argument was drowned out by the cheers that erupted when the players came from their lockers, the starting 6 quickly rounding the rink, making a couple of sharp turns and going through moves with their stick. Being their center forward player, Jeno was in the starting team along with Sungchan and Donghyuck. On the defense, Winwin and Mark were checking their gear before the captain made sure that all of Yangyang’s protective gear was on right.
In the meantime Jeno was searching the bleachers and you couldn’t help but feel shy before you waved at him, jumping up and down so he would notice you. Because of the helmet you couldn’t know if he smiled at you but your heart made summersaults nonetheless when you playfully put on the hood of the jacket to show him that you were indeed wearing it. You imagined him laughing before he blew you a kiss with an over exaggerated movement that made quite a few people turn their heads to see who he could have blown the kiss to.
Before you could even think about hiding, Johnny gripped your arm tightly and hissed: “If I am out here wearing Ten’s stupid jacket that is way too small for me while he refuses to wear mine in public because he’s not some trophy wife, you will not hide now.”
Not knowing whether you should be afraid of Johnny or laugh at what really sounded like something Ten would say, you just nodded at the blonde, straightening out your back.
From the opposite side you could see Ten sitting in the exchange box, a huge grin on his face when he must have spotted Johnny in the crowd (which really wasn’t that hard, the dude was unnecessarily tall).
“They better win this game or I will be mad,” the blonde grumbled when everyone had sat back down and the referee had called both team captains over.
“It’s going to be a tight game,” Jaemin filled him in, “The gorillas have been on a roll for the past couple of games. But I have the feeling that a couple of players might just try extra hard today, trying to show off.” At the end, he threw both Johnny and you a very over exaggerated look completed with wiggling eyebrows which earned him slaps from both of you.
“Now shut your mouth, Na Jaemin, I actually want to see this game.”
“Wow she gets a hot hockey player as her boyfriend and suddenly she doesn’t need my top notch commentating anymore, that hurts.”
“Shut up, Nana,” you smiled, focusing back to where in fact your boyfriend was playing on the ice just now. And even if you loved to see Jeno playing, you couldn’t wait for the game to be over to be back in his arms to congratulate him.
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ON TRACK! ✩ [14: so, I guess we’re soulmates?]
next: [15: the rock wannabe]
pairing - iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader
genre - crack + fluff :) soulmate au!
synopsis - In a world where soulmates can hear the songs their partner is singing or listening too at any time, Iwaizumi Hajime wants to know who his soulmate is so he can give them a piece of his mind and tell them to stop singing along to soft lofi songs while he’s in the middle of practice because it’s seriously ruining his cool, calm, and collected image.
wc: 4k
warnings!: grammar issues plz ignore + awkward phone call between two overthinking teenagers?
a/n: this is severely long overdue and I apologize deeply for that. the taglist for this series is open! more info will be found in the note after the story! ty :)
“Nee-chan’s weakness #16: overthinks more often than usual when under a lot of pressure”
Akaashi loved you. He really did. But if the higher-ups gave him an option to choose a new older sister, then maybe, just maybe, he would consider taking it. As he watched you frantically pace around his room with your dog (who looked quite scared) in your arms, he wondered if you viewed him more of a personal therapist rather than a little sibling.
His evening was going normal. After a long day of practice, all he intended to do was read a book after dinner and maybe watch a movie with Tofu afterwards just before bed. Nowhere in his plans were for you to barge into his room unannounced with an evident look of panic on your face while mumbling incoherent words.
Your hair was a mess and you were clad in an oversized sweater and superman pajama pants with Tofu in one of your arms while your phone was being held tightly in your other hand. All he could get from the words leaving your lips at a 1.75 playback speed was “soulmate” and “phone call” and “not ready.”
Akaashi watched you stop in your tracks and pull out his desk chair. You plopped yourself onto the seat, face warm and flushed as you tried to recall how you were feeling. “No Keiji I’m telling you that any second now, my soulmate is gonna call me and uhm? Quite frankly, my brain can’t process that and I am fucking scared.”
Akaashi hummed, “nee-chan calm down.” Tofu then jumped out of your arms and leaped onto Akaashi’s bed. He walked up and cuddled up near the setters side which made Akaashi smile before turning his attention back to you.
You rolled your eyes and crossed your legs and spun around on his chair, “no Kei this is serious. This first phone call is basically equivalent to a meet-cute which also means the first impressions. I feel like his first impression already isn’t good because I literally injured his friend so this is my moment to redeem myself” you rambled.
Akaashi made eye contact with Tofu and even the poor dog looked concerned at your state.
“Kei, what if this is all a mistake? I mean the universe must be against me somehow right? What if he hates me the moment I answer and then next thing you know he’s telling me that he wants us to reject each other and then I’m gonna be left all alone to roam around this miserable world and-mph!”
You flinched back as you felt a soft pillow collide with your face and stop your ramble. You looked down at the pillow on the floor and snapped your head up to your brother, “what was that for!” Akaashi rolled his eyes and petted Tofu with his right hand, “you overthink too much” he replied simply.
You narrowed your eyes at him but you couldn’t come up with any comeback in your head. He was right after all. You groaned and stood up from the spinny chair and walked over to his bed before belly-flopping down. You leaned over and grabbed the blue pillow near his headboard and Akaashi watched as you screamed into the plush material.
You were losing it.
“This sucks Keiji, I’m terrible at phone calls. I don’t even answer Otosan’s phone calls so how the fuck am I supposed to answer my soulmates?”
In Miyagi, Iwaizumi unknowingly found himself in a similar state as you. The moon was shining from his window and the light cascaded a soft glow into his room. With his windows wide open, he could feel the cool breeze blowing in and slightly brushing over his face. But the breeze didn’t help calm his nerves at all.
Iwa was a simple guy, really he was.
As someone who meditated regularly as well as found good coping mechanisms that would help calm his stress levels down, you would think that he’d be relaxed in this situation.
But no, Iwa was also internally panicking. Being the stubborn boy he was, he tried to play it off and cool himself down by fooling himself into believing that he was fine and that he had everything under control.
He didn’t
Iwa cracked his neck and looked back down at his phone. He was sitting on the sides of his bed, hand gripping tightly onto his phone as his eyes stared at your number displayed on the screen right under your name and his thumb barely hovering over the call button.
“Okay. I’m gonna do it,” he thought to himself for the nth time in the past 10 minutes.
He took a deep breath and gave himself an internal word of encouragement and made the move. ‘So close’ he thought. “This is it, I’m gonna do it” But just as his thumb barely, just barely, made contact with the screen, he pulled it back and harshly threw his phone at his pillow. He closed his eyes and groaned in frustration as he fell back, his back hitting his mattress.
This was starting to piss him off.
It was just a phone call.
Him simply contacting and talking verbally to someone through his phone.
He was fine.
Right?
Yeah no, he was totally fine. Pft He’s had phone calls before. In fact, he had done it several times with several people (that’s a lie he only picks up to his parents and maybe Oikawa on good days) Why was this so hard? Phone calls are a natural thing. Especially in the 21st century. He wasn’t some old man who had no idea how to talk on the phone.
He got this.
But wait, did you even want him to call you first? What if you wanted to call him first? Wait what if he asked you during the wrong time and you’re tired?
Iwaizumi then lifted his head slightly to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was 8 pm. It wasn’t that late right? You would’ve told him if you were busy right? Wait what if you’re an early bird who liked catching a full 12 hours of sleep. Or what if you were just too scared to tell him you weren’t in the mood to call. God, there were so many factors he should’ve thought about before asking you. He blinked and heaved a frustrated sigh as he looked up to his ceiling. This was a lot harder than he’d thought.
If there was one thing he learned from Oikawa’s fangirls is that girls are scary.
You were no exception to that idea.
Iwaizumi took a deep breath before pulling himself back up and leaned over to grab his phone. He turned it to the side and made sure once again that his ringer was on and that the volume was all the way up just in case you know, you wanted to call first and save him from all the stress he was feeling.
He stared at your contact information and gripped his phone tighter. Your contact didn’t even have a photo and your name was just ‘Akaashi Y/n’ on his phone. Everything that happened between you two from the past couple of weeks flooded his head and he couldn’t help but internally cringe. He silently cursed at Oikawa for bringing him into this situation because maybe, just maybe, he could’ve held off this first phone call and wait for a couple of years when his voice would be a lot deeper and he would be a lot cooler and he wouldn’t be sitting on his bed with a pathetic expression while listening to his phone ring and-
Wait,
Ring?
Iwaizumi’s eyes widened as he now realized that he must’ve subconsciously pressed the call button on his screen. This was it, there was no turning back now. His olive-green eyes stared blankly at his screen. He kept blinking and re-reading your name and just hoping silently that it would change from your name to Oikawa’s so he could yell out all his frustration at him.
A couple of seconds went by before the ringing stopped and he felt his breath hitch when his ears picked up the sound of your voice on the other line.
“Hello?”
Oh, shit this was really happening
It’s been 3 seconds, shut up Hajime.
Iwaizumi cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.
“Hey, Akaashi-chan right?”
“Mhm but please just call me Y/n! oh and uh hi Iwaizumi-kun”
Iwaizumi blinked, he doesn’t know why but he felt his cheeks heat up as he heard his name come out of your lips. Iwaizumi cleared his throat before bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “Uh- how are you doing?” he asked. Oh my god, you probably picked up on how unconfident he sounded. This is horrible. He winced and brought his hand to his forearm, rubbing it in an attempt to ease down his nerves.
“I’m doing okay, did you uhm-- eat yet??”
Iwaizumi stiffened, taken back a bit at the question but you interrupted him before he could reply. “I-I’m guessing you got back from practice not too long ago right? Assuming you stayed back late and stuff,” you trailed off. Wincing at your own awkwardness. Iwaizumi pinched his forearm and chuckled nervously, “No-uhm you’re right I got back a couple of hours ago. And yeah, I ate already. Did you?” He asked back, You shook your head, “no not yet. Been busy reviewing and all that stuff” you answered truthfully as you glanced up at your stacks of opened notebooks and coloured highlighters messily spread around all over your desk.
Iwaizumi grunted, his nervousness momentarily washing away as concern came over him. “Y/n, you can’t neglect your health. Cut some fruit up or something” You froze for a second at how stern he sounded just now. Then you realized that this could just be his natural voice and you’re just reading into it too much. Oh god you were starting to overthink again. How did Bokuto and your brother get past their first conversation?
Your silent curses towards the world were cut short when you realized that too many seconds passed and Iwaizumi was still waiting for your reply. Like you do in any unsure situation, you stifled a laugh and nodded while scratching your knee awkwardly, “I will I will.”
A long line of silence then came through and there were no other words to describe it other than awkward. The faint buzzing of your phone sounded louder than ever. You could hear the wind blowing, the clock ticking, and the way your legs would shuffle against each other as you fidgeted. The silence between you two was long, tense, and uncomfortable. The kind of silence that made people want to die on the inside. You both started to question the situation you were in. You had the same goal, both wanting to learn more about your soulmate. Yet you’re lack of comfort and his lack of confidence made things more nerve wracking than it should be.
In an attempt to ease the tension, you tried to think of something you could say that would loosen both of you up. A quick little sentence that was casual and good for conversation starters. You thought for a second, trying to recall your favourite movie couples and what words they said to each other during their meet cute. You needed something smooth, simple, but something that could address the situation you were in. It then clicked in your mind, 5 words, 5 syllables (or did it count as 7?) whatever.
All your time spent watching incredibly dramatic romance movies has led up to this moment.
“So…” you started in a casual tone.
“I guess we’re soulmates huh?”
The moment those words left your mouth your mind short-circuited and you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. It definitely sounded way cooler in your head. God what were you thinking? And why did you make it sound like it was a question. stupid. Barely 10 minutes in and you’ve already embarrassed yourself.
You fell back onto your bed (Akaashi kicked you out of his room) and covered your hand over your mouth and moved your phone away from your face and let out a tiny scream so that Iwa would not be able to hear. Maybe you weren’t as smooth as you thought. However, that didn’t matter anymore. The words had been said and now the embarrassment was eating you up and every single bad scenario you had previously imagined began to cloud your mind. This was it, you’re soulmate definitely thought you were a loser, bye-bye happiness and hello staying sad and single until you fall into your grave.
Your ears perked up when you heard him clear his throat. You sat up, moved your phone closer to your ear as you anticipated his reply.
“Yeah I guess”
Your body tensed up at how unsure and bored he sounded. And you thought this moment couldn’t become anymore embarrassing. You physically felt your soul leave your body the moment he spoke those words in such a bored tone. This is gonna be a moment that would forever haunt you in the years to come.
Phone calls were neither of you guys’ strong suits and that fact was clearly evident in the way neither of you knew what to say next. While you could handle carrying yourself in real-life conversations, the closeness of someone's voice against your ear and their lack of presence in front of you made things made things more stressful than it should be. Iwaizumi was naturally not much of a talker, he usually let his flamboyant best friend that was joint to his hip take control of conversations. It didn’t help that most people found him rather intimidating and unapproachable.
The silence stretched out for another minute and the longer before you decided to speak up once again. You agreed to call because you wanted to learn more about him, your soulmate, and there was no way you could learn anything about him by just listening to the faint sounds of his breath through your phone. You shook your head and gave yourself a mini pep talk in your head.
Come on Y/n, pussy up bitch.
“Iwaizumi-kun I’m gonna be honest-”
Iwaizumi's hands that were playing with the cotton material of his sweatpants froze. His voice got stuck in his throat and a part of him became worried. Curse his lack of conversational abilities. He was too lost in second guessing himself while structuring his sentences about what he wanted to say to realize that you were probably waiting for him to say something. Did he already mess things up with his soulmate?
“-I suck at phone calls. Like, I’m terrible at it and I’m honestly really nervous right now because this whole thing is a bit overwhelming but I want to get to know more about you because well, you seem pretty cool” you rambled and were met with silence on the other line. Iwaizumi suddenly felt himself get flustered the moment you said that he was cool.
You sighed and continued, trying to ease the way your heart was pounding against your chest. “Truthfully I don’t know what to say or what we should talk about, so we can start with the basics, yeah?” You cleared your throat and straightened yourself up as you took a deep breath.
“Hi Iwaizumi-kun, I’m Y/n”
It took a moment for his mind to process the words you said. Basics. Yeah, he was capable of doing that. After taking a deep breathe, one that was meant to give him some sort of encouragement, he replied. You felt chills go up your back as his gruff voice echoing through the speaker;
“Hey, I’m Iwaizumi”
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
First real conversations were never easy. A part of you felt like you were back in your first year of junior high when your teacher was forcing you to play ice-breaker games in an attempt to get to know the people in your class. The questions were the usual “what’s your favourite food?”, “when's your birthday?”, etc etc.
However, instead of getting to know your classmates, the game would usually just result in everyone staring at one another as they waited for someone to speak up. An awkward tension cutting into the classroom as everyone simultaneously realizes that everyone was kinda lame and boring and that they don’t really wanna get to know the people who sat beside them.
You hoped that wouldn’t be the case with Iwaizumi. You’ve known you’d had a soulmate since middle school. Since then, you’ve always fantasized about your meet-cute. You’ve watched many romantic movies and read more than enough manga to fuel your brain with endless cute imaginations and ideas.
But alas, the reality of the world is that cute scenarios are simply meant to live in fictional stories. Akaashi had even told you that you needed to humble down your expectations to save yourself from disappointment in the future.
The first couple words exchanged in your conversation weren’t poetic words of love confessions and sweet nothings. They were typical, short common questions that people generally use to learn more about each other. The expected “when’s your birthday?” and “what do you do in your free time?”
You learned about how his birthday was during June, his favourite colour was dark green, he liked agedashi tofu, and how he spent his free time doing some sort of exercise or physical activity. Iwaizumi was also relatively quiet, truth be told you did most of the talking while he said quiet words to let you know that he was still listening. Along with being quiet, he was private. A direct contrast to you. You were an open book, your mouth moved faster than your mind and you had not much of a problem telling him about little details about yourself.
Iwaizumi on the other hand was selective on what he wanted to tell you. Iwaizumi was simple. A down to earth guy who had his own little sense of edginess to him. He was levelheaded and was someone who strived for realistic goals rather than unreasonable daydreams. You caught that when he simply answered that his goal right right now was to attend nationals with his best friend. When you asked if he had further goals, he simply said that everything else was too far into the future and was out of his reach. You could also tell that even though he used names such as “piece of trash” and “shittykawa” to describe his said best friend, he cared for him in his own way.
Iwaizumi always had a feeling that his soulmate would be the more talkative one out of the two of them. He wasn’t reserved per se, just wasn’t one to ramble over things when deemed unnecessary. You on the other hand could talk for hours. Just from listening to your speaking patterns and tone of voice, you were bright and confident. You found ways to stray away from the original topic and talk about something completely different. On top of learning about your birthday, favourite food, colour, and basically everything he told you, he also somehow learned about your allergy to raspberries, your admiration for early 2000s movies, how you had a dog who you also considered like another brother, and now he was listening to you retell a story about how you got into baking and cooking.
You were carefree once you became comfortable. Your voice was captivating, one that made people always pay attention to whatever you were saying. He listened intently as you went on about your story, he hummed here and there to indicate that he was listening and nodded along even though he knew you wouldn’t see.
A part of him felt relieved to hear you speak so freely. While you never directly came to him, he could tell from your Twitter rants that you were going through a lot of stress from school. Iwaizumi may have only met you formally recently, but he’s listened to your taste in music long enough to have an idea about how the songs you were playing indicated your moods. You had been playing such gloomy music during the past couple of weeks but he was still too nervous and felt like he was overstepping a line if he became too upfront and told you to tell him what’s wrong.
Yeah, you were soulmates, but you technically didn’t know him just like how he didn’t know you.
Nonetheless, a part of him felt relieved at hearing the genuine excitement in your voice because he knew that at this very moment, you were feeling okay.
“-and that’s how I baked a cake to persuade my brother into not telling our Mom that we sneaked out to the convenience store at 4 am,” you said cheerfully as you recalled the memory. You had switched from sitting at your bed to now sitting on your chair and leaning your upper body onto your desk. You moved your word out of the way and had your elbows propped up on the surface of your desk, your head leaning onto your phone in your hands. A part of you felt giddy when you heard the faintest chuckle come from the other end of the line.
The awkward tension between you two was fizzling out and you no longer felt as nervous as you did in the beginning. You were slowly and surely becoming a bit more comfortable with his presence. Truthfully, Iwaizumi still felt a bit awkward. Not that he minded you talking a lot, he just didn’t know what to say and was worried that you found him boring like how Oikawa said he was.
He really was trying. It just wasn’t in his character to be so open about himself.
“Y/n, you know how dangerous that could've been?”
“Shh, my brother was practically a giant back when we were in junior high so he was enough to scare any creeps away. Plus, I already knew then that the elbow is the strongest point in the body so I would’ve been able to fight any sort of dangerous threat!” you exclaimed. “That is not a good excuse,” he replied in an unamused tone.
You huffed, “At least I know something about self-defence” you attempted to reason. You only heard Iwaizumi reply with a simple ‘tched’ which made you laugh.
It was then that you looked onto the clock at the corner of your desk and realized how late it was and it was also then that you remembered that you still had some notes that you wanted to write up before you went to bed. Curse University prep. You were so lost in your conversation with the boy that time slipped past your mind along with your other responsibilities. Just when you two had started getting into a comfortable rhythm too. You sighed sadly which immediately caught Iwaizumi’s attention.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asked. You shook your head and removed your phone from your ear and pressed the speaker button on your phone screen. You placed your phone on your desk and stood up to organize the notebooks you had pushed aside on your desk. “Nothing bad, just remembered I had a couple more notes I wanted to finish up before bed,” you said with a hint of sadness in your voice. You wanted to continue your conversation with him and you really weren’t in the mindset to review your nutrition notes right now.
Iwaizumi paused to take a moment to look up at his wall clock and realized that it was nearing midnight. Iwaizumi felt a twinge of guilt inside of him when he realized that he kept you up so late. This was even past his own scheduled bedtime.
“I didn’t mean to keep you up so late, my bad” he apologized. You stifled a laugh as a tired smile spread on your lips. “It’s not your fault. Something tells me that you’re the type of person who sleeps early so I should be apologizing for keeping you up” you replied.
You suddenly yawned and stretched your arms over your head, “I’m gonna finish up and call in for the night. You should get some rest Iwaizumi-”
“Go to bed” You flinched slightly at how serious his voice got.
“It’s late, you can finish up your notes tomorrow. Studying when you’re tired isn’t healthy. Get some sleep so you won’t feel extra tired and groggy tomorrow morning. If you’re gonna stay up, at least go and make yourself something to eat for tomorrow so you feel energized”
You smiled tiredly, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you Iwaizumi-kun. Oh and thank you for tonight, I enjoyed talking to you and I hope we can do this again” you shyly suggested. You closed your eyes as you clutched the material of your sweater to your chest as you waited for his answer. Iwaizumi felt a sense of relief rush into him knowing that you enjoyed talking to him. A sense of his self doubt momentarily washing away. You didn’t hear a reply for a moment and it worried you that you might’ve said the wrong thing. But a couple of moments passed before you heard a faint “Me too”
You moved your hand to hover over the red call button on your screen,
“Goodnight Iwaizumi-kun, sleep well”
“You too, Y/n”
The ‘beep’ from your phone indicating the call had ended echoed through your room. You stared at your phone for a moment as it dawned on you that you just had your first real conversation with your soulmate. And yeah it wasn’t the large extravagant straight-out-of-movie scene you had always envisioned but that didn’t matter. What mattered now was that you had talked to your soulmate and you knew a little bit more about him and he knew a little bit more about you.
It was a start.
You yawned and stretched your arms up over your head once again and sighed in relief when you felt your back crack. Your arms dropped to your side and you frowned as your eyes looked down at your notebooks that you had now neatly stacked in your hands. You realized that you were far too tired to even open up your textbooks, let alone finish a couple pages of notes.
Thinking back to what Iwaizumi said, you could always tune in early for the night and finish everything up tomorrow in the library. Plus, waking up to something to energizing to eat didn’t sound so bad. It wasn’t going to take long and you figured you had a bit more energy left to cut up some fruit before surrendering yourself to sleep.
Content with your decision you turned around and made your way towards your door. However, just as you were about to step out you heard three buzzes from your phone come back to back. Curiously, you walked back towards your desk and leaned down to read the message:
“Hey, if you need someone to study with then let me know and we can facetime and I can keep you company. If you want to of course. No pressure if you’re not up for it”
“Oh and grapefruits are really good to have the morning by the way, they’re refreshing”
“rest well.”
a/n: hello! This chapter is very long overdue and I’m really sorry about that. I’m not gonna go into it but just know that this series is back and I hope to keep a steady flow of updates going :)
I struggled a lot with writing this chapter partly because I myself am terrible at phone calls but I hope this gives an insight to difference between Iwa and Yn!
I will be opening up taglist for any of my newer readers who would like to keep up with the updates of “on track!” Feel free to comment or send me a message : ) Regarding my current taglist, it’s been months and I’ve noticed a lot of people changed their @s so I tried to find everyone who changed their users. If I accidentally tagged you and you weren’t on my list let me know + inform me if i also missed you. If you no longer want to be added, then please let me know if you would like to be removed from the taglist. Thank you all so much for your patience and feel free to let me know about your thoughts down below :)
++ I just want to clarify iwaizumi’s initial care for Y/n’s well-being isn’t meant to be interpreted as “omg he’s falling for her already” and should be seen as just someone who cares about his soulmate and wants them to be healthy. He knows that YN is his soulmate and cares about her because of that. But it’s more of a platonic care at the moment. They’re soulmates, yes, but he’s not in love with her and Y/n is not in love with him (yet at least) ya gets?
yeah i’m just a fan of slow burn
I just wanted to say that just because I’m not confident in the way I wrote him 😅 thank you so much again for reading!
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Mute. | N.L (Part 3)
in which the reader doesn’t talk, and neville finally changes that.
warnings: bullying, swearing (lmk if there are more!)
word count: 3,504
okay final part hahaha i just really love protective neville PLS
PART 2 HERE!
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neville cursed her name as he walked at their meeting spot.
‘damn her for being so amazing.’
if he thought he couldn’t get y/n off of his mind before, this was completely different. y/n was the only thing that ran through his mind. it had gotten to the point where he couldn’t even sleep without dreaming of your face, and your small giggle that he loved so much.
and that smile. that fucking smile.
merlin, he was head over for y/n y/l/n.
the last couple of weeks the pair had hung out almost every single day. at first, y/n went back to not speaking the first couple of days, but finally, neville brought up a story about how he almost fell off of the moving staircases, and she laughed and told him a similar story.
it had only been just the two of them, and neville couldn’t seem to get enough. on days when they wouldn’t hang out, he would just sit in the common room, bored out of his mind. only having thoughts of you and what you were reading the library that day.
as neville looked at his watch, he felt something poking his arm. he turned his head, and met eyes with the girl of the hour,
“oh, hey y/n.” he greeted her sweetly, a smile forming onto his face. he couldn’t help but to always smile when he was around her, he assumed it was just the comforting energy that she gave off.
“hi.” she responded shyly, still getting used to talking all the time. “your tie is messed up...”
neville furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, attempting to snap himself out of getting lost in how gentle her voice was. but he finally looked down at his tie, and chuckled nervously,
“oh, didn’t even notice. thanks,”
she smiled lightly at him, feeling warmth go to her cheeks. in the past few weeks she had gotten to know neville, she realized that she may have developed her first ever crush. she loved how he spoke, how much emotion he put into every word he uttered. and plus, he was absolutely adorable in her eyes. she started to wish that she had met him sooner. but, she also had to remind herself that neville would never fancy her. even though he wasn’t the most social himself, people still liked him. and how on earth out of all the girls that he could be with in this school, he would choose her?
it was simple. he wouldn’t.
the pair began to walk to the great hall, like they had done together almost every morning. y/n informed neville that she had in fact done some research on gillyweed,
“i think it could come in handy at some point. like, in this one poem i read, this boy was trying to find treasure at the bottom of the ocean, but it was really deep and—“
y/n looked over at neville, and noticed his eyes. she quickly stopped her rambling, “never mind. that’s dumb...”
neville almost let out an audible scoff at her words. he wanted to listen to every word she had to say for the rest of his life. “no, keep going. i’m interested!”
y/n hid her face behind her books once again, nervous to show her small smile. “it’s okay. the stuff i read isn’t that—“
“y/n.” he stopped her, and she looked up at him once more. “just keep talking.”
she reluctantly nodded, surprised at how the tone in his voice changed. but, she kept talking anyways.
—
as the two arrived into the great hall, y/n automatically began to walk away from neville. she hated the thought of him being seen with her, and being made fun of for it. plus, she couldn’t bring herself sit with him and his friends.
neville watched as she walked ahead of him, and he frowned. he had offered to give her a seat beside himself, dean, and seamus, but she turned it down. he had an idea of why, but that didn’t mean it bothered him any less.
“wait, y/n!”
y/n stopped on her feet, and turned her body. he walked up to her once again,
“you should sit with me today,”
the simple statement made y/n’s body tremble. no. she couldn’t. she wouldn’t.
“i don’t like seeing you sit by yourself. and, i like to think you’re my... fri—friend now.” he stuttered out, not too keen on just being her friend. “it’s only me a couple of my friends. i promise.”
y/n glanced up at him, and then at the four boys who were sitting where neville usually sat. when she looked at him again, she shook her head.
“i-i-i can’t...”
neville sighed, and pushed her books down so he could fully see her face.
“you can, y/n. i promise.”
for one moment, y/n felt as if it was just the two of them. that this great hall, they had it all to themselves. maybe they would slow dance to no music like she had read in one of her novels. maybe he would kiss her and whisper how beautiful she was in her ear.
a girl could dream.
y/n looked back at neville’s friends one more time, still terrified. but, the look on his eyes assured her that she would be okay.
“um... o—okay.”
he smiled widely at her, teeth and all. and he grabbed her bag, and started walking towards the familiar seating area. y/n sighed, mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen. she began to over think as she approached the boys. they hadn’t even noticed her yet, too busy talking about what boys talk about.
neville set her bag down on the table, and noticed harry and ron sitting with dean and seamus,
“hey guys, where’s hermione?” neville asked,
“not sure. studying for a test today or something like that. i don’t usually keep up on—“
ron had begun to answer, but when he looked up, he locked eyes with a familiar figure. his eyes went wide a bit, and he hit harry’s leg under the table. harry then looked up, and smiled at the girl.
“hey, y/n. how are you?”
y/n was a bit shocked from harry’s question, as he was one of the only few people who had ever attempted to speak to her. they shared plenty of classes together, and y/n always felt bad for him when they got paired up for an assignment.
the name rang throughout seamus and dean’s ears, and they looked up as well. she sent them a small wave, still keeping her mouth closed.
she sat down beside neville, listening in on the small chatter between the five boys. but, she decided on reading her herbology book instead. neville wasn’t going to put any pressure on her to talk to them, but he just wanted her to have some company at breakfast.
as time went by, y/n’s nerves seemed to come to a halt. she was too lost into her book to even understand what the boys were saying.
“what book is that?” seamus asked her suddenly, and she looked up at him through hooded eyes. he didn’t necessarily expect a response, but he couldn’t help but to let his curiosity take over.
she flipped the book up, showing him the front cover, “merlin, don’t tell me longbottom has gotten you into reading books about plants!”
the boys chucked, and neville scratched his neck in embarrassment. y/n simply shrugged at the irish boy, still a bit scared to respond. she then reached her hand over to grab a piece of toast, and they watched her intently as she did so. it was the most human thing that they had ever seen her do besides reading a book.
dean furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at her wrist, “that bracelet is really cool. where’d you get it?”
neville looked over at her, seeing the way her face dropped from dean’s question. y/n looked back at him, hoping to get some sort of comfort. and of course, he provided her with just that. he nodded his head, encouraging her it seemed.
“erm...” she began, mindlessly playing with the same bracelet, “m—my mum... she m-makes them...”
seamus’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets, as well as the other three boys. she had just talked. they felt like they were looking at a blue moon,
“that’s cool! maybe you could get your mum to make one for me?” dean joked, flashing her a toothy smile. y/n smiled back at him, but quickly looked back down to hide her face.
neville nudged her side, and got closer to her ear. “i think you’re doing pretty good.”
the compliment made her cheeks warm up even worse, and the rosy color had to be visible at this point.
for the rest of breakfast, y/n didn’t read her book. she sat up, listened to the boy’s conversations. she even corrected seamus’s grammar at one point, to which he said:
“she talks once and now she’s trying to teach me how to speak!”
neville was about to kick his friend under the table, but stopped when he heard her giggle from the joke. the other boys joined in with her, and neville eventually.
y/n finally felt like she belonged somewhere. and for once, she didn’t mind not being alone.
—
as the school day went by, students attended their classes, y/n had never felt more happy in her whole life. and, it was noticeable from other students. she didn’t speak, but the smile on her face spoke a thousand words.
y/n skipped out potions, relived to finally be free from professor snape’s grasp. she wanted to go the library and research quidditch. all of the guys had been talking about it earlier that morning, and y/n realized that she knew absolutely nothing about it. she had never even been to a match before.
but, what y/n didn’t know, is that her day was about to change drastically:
“hey, mute!”
y/n stopped in her tracks, already recognizing the taunting voice. she chose to ignore him, though. she kept walking, but she only heard the sound of fast footsteps behind her. she then saw a familiar fluff of white hair, walk in front of her, stopping her once more.
“what are you reading? “how to properly speak?”” malfoy joked, leaning over to read the covers of her books. “oh! a quidditch book, huh? you wouldn’t happen to fancy one of the quidditch players would you now, mute?”
y/n shook her head, as that wasn’t the truth at all.
“i saw you talking to longbottom earlier, today. you guys would make a great couple. the lard and the mute... ha! quite funny, actually!”
y/n of course didn’t respond, only looked down at her feet.
“i’m quite parched, mute. how about you?” y/n looked up at him, and furrowed her eyebrows.
malfoy had always said the most random things to her. she was surprised he was even in the top rank of their class. he was a blithering idiot in her eyes.
“pumpkin juice?” he asked, but it sounded more like an offer.
and in that moment, y/n felt the feeling of liquid pouring onto her head. it began to fall down her face, onto her clothes, just everywhere on her physical body. she heard laughter from the students that had passed by.
there was silence for a moment. y/n wiped the sticky pumpkin juice out of her eyes, and from her lips as well. she narrowed her eyes at malfoy, who stood grinning in front of her as the liquid continued to drip on her.
“still parched? maybe you’ll be able to speak now, mute!” y/n heard from behind her. pansy parkinson stepped beside malfoy, and crossed her arms in triumph.
silence.
y/n didn’t move a single inch, her body still relaying in the shock from the situation. her emotions felt as if they were about to burst from her, and she felt like she could scream.
“hey, what’s going on?” dean asked his friends, tapping neville’s shoulder. the three looked down the hall, and saw a large group of students in a circle.
“maybe someone is about to fight! come on!” seamus rushed his friends, already sprinting down the hall. dean and neville followed quickly, and soon enough, they joined in the circle, pushing their way up to the front.
but what they were met with wasn’t a fight, nor a simple argument. it was something much worse.
y/n, covered head to toe in pumpkin juice.
draco and pansy stood right in front of her, taunting her. neville’s fists clenched as he put the pieces together, and he swore he thought he was about to jump on top of malfoy.
“this isn’t good...” seamus muttered to dean, and the boy nodded his head in agreement as they all continued to watch.
malfoy stepped closer to her, the smell of pumpkin filling his nostrils. “hey, at least you’ll taste nice if someone kisses you. which, is highly unlikely, but who knows?”
in that moment, y/n couldn’t swallow anymore. she couldn’t keep the words down. they were coming out whether she wanted them to or not,
“fuck. you.”
students gasped, other’s eyes widened. mute had spoken, and everyone had heard it.
a mantra of “oooo’s” left the mouths of draco’s friends, but malfoy, he was in pure disbelief. “wow! she speaks!” he laughed, still shocked. “guess all you needed was some pumpkin juice to make your mouth move, isn’t that right, mute?”
all of the anger that y/n had pent up due to malfoy was reaching the surface, and if you looked close enough, you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.
y/n never was impulsive, nor did she ever really fight back in situations like these. but, the simple disrespect of it all had her fired up, and she wouldn’t rest until she did something about it.
“malfoy,” she began softly, and he hummed in response.
“think fast!”
before malfoy knew it, the same quidditch book collided into his face. his head fell back, and he ended up losing balance. he groaned in pain, and felt blood dripping from his nose.
students around them bursted into laughter, and y/n’s eyes widened from what she had just done. parkinson snarled at the girl, attempting to help the blonde up. y/n giggled when she saw the blood pouring from his nose, and malfoy caught it.
“you think this is funny?!” he yelled, stepping closer to her once more, and y/n suddenly noticed mcgonagall rushing over towards the large group. she began to dash away, pumpkin juice and all still stuck to her body. malfoy continued to yell vile things at her, making sure to ensure that she would regret this day.
y/n sprinted through the halls, and finally settled on hiding in a prefect bathroom.
she quickly found herself standing in front of a mirror, staring at herself. she let out a small chuckle from how she looked, the pumpkin juice still prominent.
usually in scenarios like this, y/n would run and hide away in the library to cry. but, not this time. as a matter of fact, there wasn’t an inch of her that had the desire to cry. if anything, she felt... happy.
she had finally stood up for herself. it may have been in an impulsive, immature way, but, she still did it. and in her eyes, that’s all that truly mattered.
y/n began to clean her face off, hissing as the paper towel rubbed on her dried skin. she cursed draco malfoy’s name as she attempted to get the sticky liquid out of her eyebrows. because yes, the pumpkin juice had gotten stuck in them.
“y/n?”
the voice made y/n jump, and she turned around to see who it was.
“oh... hi, neville.”
he smiled at her, relieved that she was still talking.
“i didn’t mean to scare you. i just—i saw what happened... and was worried about you.”
y/n couldn’t help but to blush from his kindness. he had been worried about her? no one had ever let the thought cross their mind that she might be in some sort of trouble, but alas... neville longbottom was different.
“it’s fine... thank you.”
she turned back around, and began once more to clean her face off. neville stood at the entrance awkwardly, not really knowing what he should do.
“um...” he started, glancing around at the bathroom. “i want to help, but... i’m not too sure if i’m even allowed to be in here.”
y/n looked at his reflection through the mirror, and giggled slightly. “you can come in. no one else is in here.”
neville nodded, but mentally, he was trying to hide the fact that her voice was taking such an affect on him. it had been that way ever since she had first spoken to him. he couldn’t get over how fragile her voice was. how sweet she sounded when she spoke. and the look in her eyes... it was all but pure innocence. and, neville loved every bit of it.
he stepped inside, and slowly made his way over to her. he watched for a moment as she wiped her face off, attempting to take in her pumpkin juice covered features.
“are you alright?” he asked suddenly, and y/n looked over at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?”
neville had to stop himself from letting out a sigh of relief,
“well, what malfoy did was really... mean. i just wanted to make sure you were—“
“neville,” she quickly cut him off, “i’m fine. i promise.”
she shot him a shy smile, and tossed the paper towel in the trash bin. she then grabbed another one, continuing once more.
“here...” he whispered, reaching his hand out towards the paper towel, “let me help.”
she reluctantly nodded, nervous to even think about the fact that his hands would be so close to her face. she handed him the paper towel, and to her surprise, he wet the towel under the sink.
“i didn’t even think about doing that...” she admitted, and she clenched her teeth together out of embarrassment.
he chuckled, and began to wipe her face off gently.
y/n felt herself getting lost into the boy’s facial features. his small freckles, his perfectly contorted nose, the way his lips parted a bit as he focused in on her face.
“here, lift up,” he requested, taking her chin in between his fingers, and lifting her head up slightly. the contact made her heart being to beat at an unmeasurable pace, and she swore that he could see how red she was becoming.
“what you did was pretty awesome. i told you that you could do it.”
she smiled at him, “well, i probably wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”
“why’s that? i didn’t do anything.”
y/n shrugged, “well... you’ve helped me... with... a lot, i think. so... thank you.”
neville stopped wiping her face,
“no problem.”
he then threw the towel away, but, didn’t seem to step away from y/n. it seemed as if he had only gotten closer to her, without even realizing it. he looked down at her, his tall figure seeming to completely tower over her.
he stared at her face, and he couldn’t even believe how beautiful she was.
“you got some... on your lip...” he informed her.
“oh...” she went to reach her hand up to wipe it off, but neville’s hand seemed to come up way faster.
before she knew it, his thumb was gliding over her lips slowly, and her breath hitched when she realized what was happening. neville seemed to realize what he had done as well, because he stopped just a few moments after he had started. but, his thumb never left her bottom lip.
y/n gulped, staring into his endless eyes. she had so many emotions going through her body at that moment, she didn’t even know how to react. all she knew, is that she wanted one thing.
neville seemed to see right through her, and honestly, he wanted the same thing. so, as his thumb remained stuck to her bottom lip, their faces began to slowly move closer towards each other. y/n could feel her breathing become unsteady as it happed. but, her anxiety wasn’t stopping her anymore.
their lips collided, and neville finally moved his thumb, but his hand came up to the side of her neck. the kiss carried so much innocence, but so much desire all at the same time. y/n had never had her first kiss, but merlin, she knew that this would probably be the best once she would ever receive in her whole life.
when they finally pulled away, the two were breathless. but, they still couldn’t seem to pull their eyes away from each other.
neville knew, all in that moment, she was perfect for him. the kiss was simply a confirmation.
“your lips taste nice...”
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#harry potter#harry potter imagine#harry potter smut#neville longbottom#neville longbottom imagine#neville longbottom smut#neville x reader
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Prom with Peter Maximoff
CW: none, just some sickening fluff, Jubilee and Kurt are 💅 because I said so,
Peter is a bumbling idiot but not annoying levels of it, I didn't go to prom so this is
probably not at all accurate, no prom queen/king for one, also no slow dance???
Idk why not I might rewrite this completely but I do kinda like this so I'm posting it, I wrote this with F!Reader in mind, but other than that Reader wears a dress it's Gender Neutral, I wrote this to distract myself from cramps, and as always, lazily edited
You take a deep breath and run your fingers over the fabric of your dress, the
silver lightly shimmering under the light of your dorm. You were waiting for your
date, Peter Maximoff, to come get you and take you down the hall to the large
gymnasium at Xavier's School for the Gifted where the dance was.
You and Peter weren't dating when he asked you to the dance, but you might as
well have been, since the two of you were practically attached at the hip ever
since he saved the school from exploding and then enrolled. It was kind of cliché
to wait for him, since the gym was only 20 yards from your dorm, but Peter said it
would feel like a more authentic dance this way, so you agreed with a laugh.
Just as you were starting to wonder what was taking the speedster so long, a
knock at your door sounded. You got up, smoothing out the lines in the dress and
grinning when you opened the door.
Peter was dressed in a pair of black slacks (they hung a bit big on him, leading you
to believe they were probably borrowed from Erik) and a light blue and silver
striped dress shirt, silver and blue flowers pinned to the lapel. It was simple and
the two of you matched quite well. His hair was combed to the best of his ability
but still hung loose around his face. You resisted to urge to ruffle your hands
through it. His eyes sparkled as he looked you up and down in awe and pure
adoration. You wanted to kiss him but decided against it, how silly to have you
two's first kiss be minutes before the dance, standing half in the hallway half in
your dorm.
"You look stunning," he breathed out. Your face heat at his comment and you
patted your hair nervously.
"Thanks, you look great too," you told him. He grinned at the praise, clearly proud
of himself for managing to clean up.
He stared at you for a few more seconds before a though occured to him and he
cleared his throat. "I got you this-" he reached behind him to something he had
clipped to the back of his pants, pulling out a clip on flower lapel to match his
own- "it's fake so you can keep it forever." You smiled at the sentiment and helped
him pin it onto your dress. He held out an arm to you and you stepped forward and
placed your hand in his own, letting him lead you two to the gym.
Jean and Jubilee had been in charge of decorating, and while they did an
excellent job, you could clearly see where each of their influence showed. Jean
had a clean snack table set up at the end closest to the main door, a plastic cover
set over- silver, funnily enough- to catch any spills from the three different punch
bowls. There were huge -silver- letters above the door that spelled out "PROM"
and streamers and confetti carefully placed in meticulous order. It looked great.
Jubilee's side was pure chaos. She used the same streamers and confetti as Jean,
but it was thrown wherever without any semblance of a pattern. A makeshift stage
was put up and the resident band, the Musical Mutants (we're not naming
ourselves that) (we totally should it's hilarious) (no) (you're outvoted), was playing
a cover of some rock song you didn't recognize, but it had a nice beat, and Peter
took your hand to join the rest of your friends on the dance floor.
Jean and Scott greeted you as they held hands, Scott occasionally twirling Jean
around, Jubilee gave you a big hug and Kurt waved awkwardly before they
introduced you to their partners. Jubilee girlfriend Kess was a tall dark haired
woman in a light pink dress, who you vaguely recognized from around the school, and
Kurt's boyfriend Wally was a shorter guy you were pretty sure you had science
with. You all had agreed to go as a group about a month before Wally asked Kurt,
and then Jean asked Scott, Jubes asked Kess and Peter asked you, so you ended
up as one big quadruple date.
You all talked for a while before a particular song came on and Jubilee and Kess
ran off to go dance, Scott and Jean excused themselves- "to go make out" as
Peter put it, despite your playful slap to his chest at the comment, and Kurt and
Wally went off to go say hi to some of Wally's friends.
"They ditched us," Peter said in faux sadness. You shook your head lightly and
smiled.
"They probably didn't want to stand here much longer watching you stare at me."
He did his best to look offended. "I was being discreet." He turned up his nose and
looked away. He quickly turned back though as the realization of what you said
kicked in. "You saw me?"
You smiled at the blush crawling over his cheeks and nodded. He shook his head
and muttered to himself about being more careful, which only made you laugh
more. Satisfied with your happiness, he took your hand and sped you around to
say hello to all of your friends.
This continued well into the night, Peter and you bouncing around from person to
person, group to group and conversing with your friends, stopping once in a while
to dance or sing along to the a song, and by the time the band took a break, you
were exhausted. You made one last stop at the snack table to give your
compliments to the band before leading Peter out to the big field that was
sometimes used for class. Next to it was a small garden a few of the
Botanokinetics and other gardening enthusiasts kept up. The two of you sat down
on the bench, your hand in Peter's lap to let him fiddle with the beads of your
bracelet to help him keep still.
The sky was dark, stars dotting the horizon, sun long gone and the moon taking
up it's place in the sky. Music could still be heard fairly loudly from the gym but it
didn't bother you two as you lay a head on his shoulder, listening to him talk about
arcade games, and stared off at the small group of students running in circles with
sparklers far out by the lake. You could almost spot Jubilee out with them, making
hearts around Kess with her powers. You smiled up at Peter as he continued to
ramble. He stopped when he realized you were staring at him.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"It's okay. I like hearing you talk about things you like. I feel.honored you want to
share that with me." He grinned at your sentiment.
"Why the hell did I not ask you out sooner."
You shrugged and pulled off his shoulder. He reached out, very suddenly for you,
though you suppose it must've been a normal rate from his perspective, to cup
your cheek in his hand and pull you ever so slightly closer to him. You gulped and
glanced at his lips as he leaned further, stopping a few inches from your mouth to
wait for you to close the gap. You waited for a few seconds before leaving in and
pressing your lips to his.
There wasn't any fireworks, there was no magic switch that clicked in your brain,
just Peter's lips, so soft against yours. There was just Peter's hand on your neck,
pulling you closer. It might not've been showstopping, but it felt like heaven, and
that was enough.
@itwasmoirasfaultsorrynotsorry
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