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Somebody ripped only one page from Othello and I noticed once I was already on the bus so now I’ve to buy another copy in order to finish it
#who the fuck rips a shakespeare book#not that ripping books is ever fine#but ripping a fucking literary classic is a shame#i’ve plenty of copies of othello at home and yet i took the only one i can’t read#lucky as usual#🤦♀️#othello#otello#othello the moor of venice#shakespeare#william shakespere#english literature#classic literature#classics#theatre#reading#read in 2023#love#beauty#art#literature#rome#rome italy#bookworm#booklover#mailmiocuoredipietratremaancora
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To what purpose, April, do you return again? (or: finally, a pinned post for April)
Hi all. I'm Jessie Lynn McMains, aka Rust Belt Jessie. I'm an Xennial/Elder Millenial (please don't call me a Geriatric Millenial, thank you) writer/artist/zine-maker/etc. (I wear many hats.) I'm queer and nonbinary/genderfluid, and as far as pronouns go, I’m okay with any human pronoun (they and she are my most-used, but I like he, too, and I especially like it when people switch up the pronouns they use for me). I’m disabled and neurodivergent.
I live with my partner and our two kiddos, both of whom are also neurodivergent, and right now I’m supporting all of us on whatever money I earn. I do freelance copywriting and editing as my main thing, but I also make a decent chunk of my income from selling my zines and books and pins and whatever else I make, so the more I sell, the better able I am to pay bills and take care of my family.
Through my Ko-fi, you can buy my zines and books (I have both poetry and prose available) and pins, as well as commission me to make you a music-inspired mini-collage or hire me to edit your own writing. Or also just throw me a few bucks if you appreciate the content I make available for free.
If you live outside the US (I can only ship within the US via Ko-fi, because setting up shipping for multiple countries is a pain the butt), or just prefer to purchase something or donate via a different platform, I also have PayPal and Venmo (@ JessieLynnMcMains).
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As if that weren't enough, this month I'm doing a 30/30 on the Tupelo Press site, which not only means I have to write a poem every day to be posted the next day, but I am also fundraising for Tupelo Press. My goal is to raise $350 by the end of the month. You can follow along with my daily poems here (the newest is always at the top; scroll down to read previous days), and the fundraising page is here. (I'm also offering some cool incentives for people who donate; more info about all that is available on the fundraising page.)
I'm pro-trans, pro-vaccine, pro-sex worker, pro-abortion, pro-Black Lives Matter. I'm for harm reduction for any drug user or addict, meaning I want them to be able to use drugs as safely as possible, rather than forcing them into rehab or incarcerating them. I'm anti-censorship and anti-fascist. I believe everyone, everyone, should have a safe place to sleep and enough to eat without having to earn it. I consider myself an anarcho-socialist, basically, but I do vote. I'm telling you all that because if you are vehemently against any of those things, we'll probably not get along.
I'm a forever-goth/punk who loves all kinds of music. (Things on heavy rotation for me as I write this are: The Replacements, Einstürzende Neubauten, and Oliver Nelson.) I'm femme but I'm a disaster femme; when I use nailpolish it's always sloppy and/or chipped, when I wear eyeliner it's always crooked and/or smeared, and I am incapable of not ripping a hole or two in every pair of tights and stockings I own. I love art and film and theater and literature and music. I'm a Shakespeare stan, I love growing my own vegetables, I collect souvenir pennies and stick and poke tattoos. I'm always a slut in theory, even when not always in practice. I'm perpetually nostalgic, melancholy, and restless. I spend all my free time posting pictures of myself on the internet and trying to prove I'm punk to anyone that'll listen.
Want more Jessie content? There's my website (still under construction, but it exists). Or you could try searching the my writing, my art, Jessie Lynn McMains, or Rust Belt Jessie tags on this blog. I also have a side blog, where I tend to post more frequently than I do on this blog. If you ask nice, I'll probably give you the URL.
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Libby Reads Trials of Apollo: The Burning Maze:
~spoilers below the cut~
The book is dedicated to the muse of tragedy??
GROVERRRRR
COACH HEDGE?!
Oooh Emperor #3 is about to be named?
Meg's lil crush on Joshua Tree is incredible
Caligula namedrop 😬
I am loving the Meg lore drops
I want need this book to stop mentioning Jason
PIPERRRR
Um the love Piper has for Leo makes me want to sob
Lowkey love the mover sitting on the chair (aka not doing his job)
WAIT so Piper and Jason broke up??
"We'd be together forever like Percy and Annabeth?" DAMNNN
Piper's dad owned three houses? Fuck
Apollo/Lester calling military intelligence an oxymoron really is something
"Recycling is good karma." hell yeah babe
Medea vs Piper Round 2
STOP TALKING ABOUT JASON
The way Robbie Daymond voices Caligula is so unnerving but it's oddly perfect ??
Lowkey fuck Demeter
"He'll be happy to see us then." MEG MCCAFFREY YOU SARCASTIC ASSHOLE ILYSM
RIP Shakespeare you would've hated students studying your works
Jason baby just go back to class
Mr. Rogers lore drop ???
SO HE KNOWS HE'S GOING TO DIE?! RICK!!
"Anger is good. It means you're making progress. But be aware that you might be angry right now at the wrong person."
Party splits are a bad idea. So what does the party do??
Not Rick writing the word 'masseuses' instead of 'massage therapists' As a massage therapist I'm disappointed
Aphrodite is canonically jealous of Scarlett Joahannson I love it
Incitatus can talk? I'm as shocked as Piper
Medea vs Piper Round 3
TEMPEST AYOOOOO
Jason and Tempest taking on Caligula and Incitatus? Iconic as fuck
Jason's last words were an order to Tempest to get Piper and Lester to safety
"The people who deserve to die took forever to do so, those who deserve to live always went too soon."
Ahh now I understand why the next book is The Tyrant's Tomb
CREST NO
Medea vs Piper Round 4 *ding ding*
Yo the Meliae showed up quick
The Meg 🫡❤️❤️
Leo! Oh... oh god no baby boy
"WHERE'S JASON?" SORRY???
Percy doesn't know. Frank doesn't know. THALIA DOESN'T KNOW.
So my final thoughts are screw that 💔💔💔
#my post#rick riordan#the burning maze#trials of apollo#apollo#caligula#meg mccaffrey#piper mclean#jason grace#lester papadopoulos#libby reads toa#ToA#grover underwood#leo valdez#festus the dragon#robbie daymond#tempest#loved that book#but also screw that
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doctor who liveblog pt 50
s10 ep2 smile
- uh oh evil smiley robots
- i love when there’s new companion and they have to learn all the doctor lore
- uh oh the people are being made into fertiliser
- he is the helpline
- uh oh dead body
- don’t look into the future book, you won’t like it
- uh oh people pods
- grief tsunami
- this guy’s always endin up in the wrong place
- elephant
s10 ep3 thin ice
- no he can’t steer this thing bill
- good to see they’ve gotten much better at talking about race since the shakespeare episode with martha because that was horrendous
- THE TARDIS WARDROBE MAKES ITS RETURN
- uh oh thames creature
- aw bill looks so cute
- the doctor is having the best time, i could watch a whole episode of just him and bill frolicking about
- uh oh mystery glow
- yay he got his hat
- fuck ass kids
- oh the ice ate him
- uh oh we’re bringing moral conflicts into our lovely day out
- old timey diving suits let’s go
- that’s a big old creature
- oh they’re harvesting creature poo
- crazy for him to she has a temper
- oh do not like this guy
- GET HIS ASS DOCTOR
- well that didn’t go well
- the not-so-little-mermaid
- rip bozo
- COME ON BILL
- aww that’s nice
- uh oh mysterious knocking
s10 ep4 knock knock
- as always the real villain is the uk housing market
- oh shit it’s a castle
- this is suspicious as hell
- uh oh
- love her using the tardis to move house
- finally someone is pointing out that timelord is a stupid fucking name for a species
- helppp not the granddad 😭😭
- this poor guy is really barking up the wrong tree
- aww her mum 😭😭
- see this wouldn’t be a problem for me because every time i hear a creepy noise in my house i just assume it’s my cats
- ofc it’s the doctor, in many ways he is like a big cat
- incredibly funny how much bill’s roommates love her granddad
- omg little mix
- oh god it’s eating him
- SHES GETTING EATEN BY THE TREE
- OH GOD HES STUCK IN THE WALL
- omg he’s alive
- THE LANDLORD
- uhhh
- fuck yeah secret bookcase door
- alien bug!!
- alien bugs!!
- oh daughter in the tower
- OMG THE BUGS ATE HIM
- OH GOD THE DAUGHTER IS WOOD
- OMG IT ATE SHIREEN
- oh he’s the sonnn
- oh god they’re both getting eaten by the bugs
- ohhh they’re getting them back!! that’s nice
- what about the past students? are they just dead dead?
- oh it’s a person inside
- OMG IS IT MISSY (i do normally think it’s missy)
- it’s def missy, she loves people getting eaten
#nortism liveblogs doctor who#doctor who liveblog#doctor who#dw#new who#doctor who series 10#doctor who s10#12th doctor#twelfth doctor#bill potts#smile#thin ice#knock knock
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what do you think of the 1994 Frankenstein movie?
I'll be honest, I hate on that one more for its wasted potential than anything else. I feel like it tried to adapt the book but then it kept adding stupid shit and missing the mark.
Let's start with it's biggest crime. Kenneth Branagh, our director.
Oh Kenny Branagh my beloathed. We meet again. I've had it out for you ever since I had to stomach your ridiculous Shakespeare movies in high school drama class. I've watched as you brought your overwrought hammy sensibilities to Agatha Christie's Poirot and now here you are, injecting all of your overblown histrionics into Frankenstein.
I didn't think it was possible to be too dramatic for Frankenstein. But by god you've done it. There is so much scenery chewing, screeching, writhing and sweating in this that I actually started to feel fatigued and clocked out mentally about half way through the film.
Kenneth cast himself as the lead and I hate this version of Victor so much.
Wtf is this? Why does he have abs? Why is he in his mid 30's? Where is my sickly waif who gets feverish at the drop of a hat? Why have you done this?
Also I know they're canonically engaged but I really dislike for Victor and Elizabeth to be horny for each other especially in this movie because they keep bringing up their relationship as siblings and it's just eugh, please don't talk about her like that and then remind us that she's your sister you fucking weirdo. Their relationship in the book comes off as super uncomfortable to me and I swear Victor is way more into Robert and Henry than he is Elizabeth. Naturally this movie decided it should have next to no homoeroticism.
"How do brothers and sisters say good bye?" - start aggressively making out. No I'm not joking this movie goes out of its way to remind you that they are siblings.
.... And then it goes there with it.
Victor actually proposes to her and then asks her to come to Ingolstadt with him or offers to stay in Geneva with her and it's at that point where I'm like: did you read this book? Victor dodged their semi-arranged engagement like the woman had cooties and didn't write to her for two years because he's an obsessive, neurotic wreck.
Oh yeah and Henry Clerval is in it.
Oh were you hoping for more of him? That's a shame because so was I.
I've mentioned that this movie is over dramatic. But that really can't be understated. It's like a mac truck crashing through an English garden. No subtlety at all. If a character has to feel something they're usually screaming at the top of their lungs. Victor screaming at the creature to live, the creature literally ripping Elizabeth's still beating heart from her chest and showing it to Victor. They decided the bride should be Elizabeth and that there should be weird tension between her and the creature. Then after she's brought back to life she sets herself on fire and starts running down the halls of the manor.
I should probably have found that more tragic than I did but I just found the whole thing silly.
Justine's death in particular should have been more heavy and somber. She gets dragged off by a mob and hung. The scene is violent and cruel but it lacks the tragedy of the book. We have none of Justine quietly giving up and Elizabeth vehemently refusing to believe she's guilty. It's one of the few character building moments Elizabeth gets and this movie takes what should be a touching, somber and heartbreaking scene and turns it into a spectacle.
Everyone's reaction to everything is to do the most extreme thing possible but they never actually earn it because moments were the film SHOULD have emotional weight are kind of glanced over. The book has a lot of themes of grief and isolation but the film doesn't really explore those aspects effectively. It never stops to have a quiet or thoughtful moment. Almost like it's afraid the audience will get bored if someone isn't shrieking at the top of their lungs and some action heavy drama is going down.
The pacing in this film is jarring. Kenneth Branagh has a love for lavish sets, beautiful scenery and his films, if nothing else, are opulent spectacles, there are moments in this film where the cinematography is actually quite beautiful but I always feel that it's wasted by clumsy execution.
There are also scenes that come so painfully close to working, like early on in the movie Elizabeth and Justine drag Victor away from his work to go on a picnic and he only goes because he's hoping for a storm. He puts down a lightning rod and has everyone get down so they can observe the strike. I thought that could have been really neat and a good way to set up Victor's obsession but the execution was so clunky and the moment the lightning strikes and the four of them feel the static isn't allowed to sit and breathe. It jolts to the very next scene with no transition.
There are things I like about Robert De Nero's creature.
I like his design, even if it's not book accurate. I don't inherently like the idea of him being a resurrected cadaver of a specific criminal but I do, at times, almost like what they do with it, like having him wonder who all of his various parts came from. De Niro is a strong actor and I feel like there were the makings of a good performance here and it was stifled under bad writing and directing. I actually like most of the scenes where the creature speaks to Victor and the line "What of my soul? Do I have one? Or was that a part you left out? Who were these people of which I am comprised? Good people? Bad people?" is spoken with such poignant suffering that you really see how lost the creature is and it drives home the tragedy of the creature's condition. The creature is begging Victor to see him as human and Victor cannot or will not.
But these rare moments of something good peeking out are few and far between and the movie devolves again into it's predilection for overblown bombast. Even the final scene where the creature finds Victor dead on Robert Walton's ship isn't allowed to have the gravitas it deserves because Victor's funeral ends with the ice breaking in yet another tedious action sequence and the creature floats out to sea on a chunk of the broken ice setting himself and Victor's corpse on fire.
This was a moment in the movie that should have been handled with dignity and regret and I got this:
There's really not much else to say about this film. I went into it hoping for a good Frankenstein adaptation and I tried to find salvageable scraps but there just wasn't enough good to make the movie worthwhile for me.
Anyway, sorry this turned into a whole review but I was bitterly disappointed in this film and ended up having a lot to say.
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To what do you owe your eloquence and articulation?
It isn’t genetics, that much is clear. In terms of experiences?
Comic books. I taught myself to read using tattered copies of House of Mystery and oversized reprints of old shit like Action Comics #1. I drove my mom insane, running from my bedroom to the kitchen every three minutes to ask, “What’s this word?”
Becoming a disruptive student in sixth grade, and realizing that if you phrased things just so, even the teacher would laugh. You could basically take her class away from her, and make her like it.
Harrison Ford said “George, you can type this shit, but you can’t say it!” I learned to never be satisfied with a sentence until I could smoothly read it aloud.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy took me to a different place. I suddenly wanted to lace my words with double and triple meanings, began playing with puns and lateral thinking, and ultimately saw the power of communicative amalgam… being simultaneously insightful and stupid at the same time. (Ba-dum-bump. I’ll be here all week. Tip your waitress.)
I accidentally bought a ticket to Kenneth Branagh’s Henry V. I became obsessed. I uncovered a linguistic power that exceeded my comprehension… it was like a monkey finding the launch codes for a nuke.
I got lost in the wilderness for quite a while. I had no voice. I wrote like whatever I was reading at the time. I read a bunch of Alan Dean Foster, so I wrote like him. Douglas Adams. Clive Barker. Craig Shaw Gardner. W. Shakespeare. Frank Miller. Chris Claremont. Esther Freisner. I’d rip off their styles without noticing. I became a mimic.
I found an online sex forum full of perverted lawyers, engineers, PhDs, and one honest-to-God aristocrat, who liked to fight as much as fuck. I admired some of them —these were the most extensively educated, articulate people I’d ever met— and loathed others —my admiration and loathing shifted around as people changed over the years— but mostly I wanted to be their peer. I had to learn to craft impenetrable arguments and apologize when I was wrong. I discovered oratory. I found I had a knack for crafting meaningful connections between disparate phenomena. And most of all, I developed an elevated, written version of my normal speech patterns.
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Prom night
Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader.
Pronouns: she/her.
Requested by: not requested per ce, but @halloweenbitch2764 gave me the idea. Thank you!
Summary: Gerard, who never thought he’d attend prom, takes a leap of faith and asks (y/n) (who they’ve been in love with forever) to go with them, as a way to try to show her their feelings for her.
A/n: This is so bloody long. I’m so, so sorry. Serious applause if anyone reads the whole thing!
Gerard and (y/n) was walking down the hallway heading for their lockers before their next class. One of the few classes they actually had together. Someone had scribbled ”freak” with black sharpie on Gerards locker. Gerard laughed. ”I’m a freak, apparently. I never would’ve guessed” they remarked dryly before laughing again. They tried to dry it off with the sleeve of their leather jacket. It didn’t work, at all. ”I guess that’s just how it meant to be then” they said with a smirk. ”Oh Gee, you’re a freak in the best possible way” (y/n) said with a smile. ”Come on, let’s just get to class. I’ve had enough of detention” she continued before slamming the locker closed. ”I’m going to fucking die if Ms. Moore says even a word more about fucking Shakespeare” Gerard commented as they walked to class. The class in question was English literature. Gerard and (y/n) shared headphones as the walked through the hallways, listening to (y/fav band). ”Freak!” one of the jocks called out as they passed the duo by. ”Oh, you mean me?” Gerard said, pulling an ugly face. ”So, I guess we have a suspect” Gerard said with a laugh, as they had passed him by. (Y/n) looked at Gerard. Some people might see them as a freak. Gerards hair was quite long and coloured bright red, they wore a leather jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots, no matter the weather. They framed their hazel eyes with black eyeliner. To (y/n), Gerard was the most beautiful person. She had been in love with Gerard, for, probably forever. But (y/n) and Gerard had been best friends since preschool, and she was pretty sure Gerard would never feel the same way about her. ”Are you sure you don’y wanna skip class then?” Gerard asked (y/n) just as they were about to walk into Ms. Moores classroom. (Y/n) laughed at them. “No, Gee, not again. I can’t. I really need to do well in this class, you know that” she said seriously, but with a kind smile Gerards way. ”I know, I know. I’m sorry” Gerard answered. They knew that English was important to (y/n), but they were just so fed up with school, and the people there. ”We can grab coffee after class though? If you’re up for it?” (y/n) said, looking at Gerard with a smile they just couldn’t resist. ”That sounds perfect (y/n). A trip to the record store as well?” Gerard said with hopeful eyes. ”Wouldn’t be a Friday without it” (y/n) agreed with a smile.
The last class of the day went by surprisingly quickly, Gerard thought as they gathered their books and pens from the desk. ”Finally Friday, hey?” they said with a smile over their shoulder to (y/n) who had sat behind them in class. She nodded. ”Ready to hit the record store?” she then said with a smile. ”Yeah! I have found this new record I’m just dying to get a hold off” Gerard said excitedly. They were so cute when they were excited about something, (y/n) thought as they carefully put things in their canvas bag. On the way back over to their locker they passed by a big poster advertising senior prom the following Friday. ”Wouldn’t it be kid of fun to go?” Gerard said out of the blue. ”Go where?” (y/n) asked absent-mindedly, not being able to even ponder that Gerard had meant to actually go to prom. Gerard looked down at the floor. If (y/n) had looked at them, they would’ve seen the slightly red tint on Gerards face. ”Go to prom” they explained. (Y/n) couldn’t believe her ears and laughed. ”Do you, Gerard Way, want to go to prom? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” (y/n) said with a chuckle. ”No, I’m serious (y/n), it’s the last prom before we graduate. It could be fun to see what all the fuss is about” Gerard said thoughtfully. They were still looking down at their shoes. ”Oh. You’re serious. Okay, then yeah, let’s do it” (y/n) said with a smile. Inside, she felt nervous. (Y/n) hadn’t worn a dress since she was 10 years old, she didn’t really feel like the crowd that attended prom. But if this was something her best friend wanted to do, she’d go all in. After all, this was as close to a romantic set-up she’d get with Gerard. She decided it was most definitely worth a shot.
As soon as they got off school grounds Gerard picked a cigarette out of the pack they kept in the pocket of their leather jacket. They offered one to (y/n) who nodded and took it. She felt a rush of happiness through her body as their hand briefly touched hers. She leaned as Gerard lit her cigarette, and then their own. They tilted their head backwards as they walked. ”This might be the best couple of breaths I’ve taken all day” Gerard said with a grin on their face. (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh at him. Inside she was melting. Gerard looked so god damn good, it should be criminal. They caught a bus in to town and walked from the bus stop to the record store. Well there they rummaged around for a good half hour, finding multiple records each. After that they went for their favourite café. Gerard ordered a milkshake and (y/n) got (y/fav drink) before they sat down at a booth in the back. They talked about anything and everything that came to mind. There was no one whose company (y/n) enjoyed like Gerards. They always had fun, and knew everything about each other. Well, almost everything (y/n) thought. Gerard knew everything about her, except the fact that she was in love with them. ”You wanna come with me back to my place and watch a movie or something?” Gerard asked as they finished their milkshake. ”That sounds cool” (y/n) agreed. They passed by the video rental and a supermarket to buy snacks on their way to Gerards house.
”I can’t believe we’re watching (y/fav movie) again. How did this happen?” Gerard said laughing, while pouring the snacks out of the bag and on to the table. ”Well, my dear Mr. Way, you said ’choose whatever you want’, what did you think would happen?” (y/n) answered with a smirk. ”You do have a point (y/n). I should have known better” Gerard said as they fell backwards into the couch. (Y/n) sat down beside him, tucking her legs up under her. As the movie started the silence fell over them. (Y/n)s brain however was far from quiet. How would she be able to find a dress to prom. And shoes? Not to mention make-up? She rarely wore any make-up at all. The whole situation made her very nervous. This occupied her mind for a good while, the movie acted as background noice. Halfway through the movie Gerard yawned and stretched out. One of their arms fell around (y/n)s shoulders. Oldest trick in the book, Gerard thought, but they didn’t know what else to do. Asking (y/n) to prom had been such a silly, spur-of-the-moment-thing, and while they didn’t regret it, they were afraid they’d put her in an awkward position. Why would wonderful (y/n) want to go to prom with them? Gerard didn’t fully understand why she was still friends with them. She had other friends. More normal friends. They didn’t understand, but they were forever grateful. Gerard treasured (y/n) like nothing else, and they had tried to think of a way to let her know that for forever. (Y/n) froze up when she felt Gerards arm around her shoulders. Oldest trick in the book, she thought. But surely not? Surely Gerard couldn’t feel for her the way she felt for them? Soon enough though, Gerard removed their arm from around (y/n)s shoulders to reach for a can of cherry coke on the table. (Y/n) imagined kissing Gerard, a taste of nicotine and cherry on their lips. It was enough to make her blush. ”Are you blushing because you’ve finally realised how bad this movie are?” Gerard asked with an amused smirk (y/n)s way. The fact that Gerard had seen her blush made her blush even more. ”Oh, fuck you Gee” she said with a laugh while giving them the finger. ”This is the best movie ever made, and you know it” she continued, but not without sticking her tongue out at him. They watched to rest of the movie, squabbling the whole time. When the movie came to an end, it was quite late. Way past walking home alone, (y/n) realised as she looked outside and saw only darkness. ”You want to stay over?” Gerard asked as they too realised it was quite late. ”Yeah, that would be great Gee. Let me just call my parents and tell them?” Gerard nodded. ”You know where the phone is. I’ll get the spare mattress ready in the meantime” they said, walking down the stairs to their basement bedroom.
When (y/n) entered Gerards room they was already in their pyjamas. Flannel pants and a worn out band shirt. Next to the bed he’d laid out a spare mattress, complete with pillows and blanket. This was not the first time (y/n) had stayed over. She had a toothbrush and spare pyjamas at Gerards place already. Gerard was reading an old comic book as (y/n) got into her pyjamas and brushed her teeth in the bathroom next door. They talked for a while, (y/n) laying in her make-shift bed and Gerard peering down at her from their own. Soon enough they both got tired and when Gerards yawns got bigger and bigger they both decided it was time to sleep. And so, (y/n) was left with her thoughts in the dark.
When (y/n) woke up the next morning Gerard was already up. They were not in the bedroom, so (y/n) decided they must be upstairs watching TV or reading. When she walked up the stairs she was met with the smell of pancakes. She peered into the kitchen, and there they stood, frying pancakes. ”Good morning sleepyhead” Gerard said with a kind smile. ”Hey” she answered feeling both a bit tired and confused. Gerard frying pancakes were certainly not something to count to the ordinary. ”Sit down, I’m done in a minute” they said and gestured to the table where juice and a plate of fresh fruit were waiting. (Y/n) was beyond confused. What was all this? Had she fallen into a different dimension in her sleep? She did as Gerard said and sat down at the table. Soon they were eating pancakes and laughing as usual. After breakfast (y/n) excused herself with having homework and left the Way household. In reality she was going back into town with her other friends to look for prom attire.
The met up and grabbed coffee before helping (y/n) find a dress. The rest of them had their prom attire set since long, they’d known they’d be going for more than three days after all. They walked from store to store, chatting and laughing. Well, everyone except (y/n). Shew felt very stressed out, having no idea what suited her, and if she would even be able to find a dress that didn’t feel like a costume on her. She tried heaps and heaps of them, hating one more than the last. At last, in the very last store they had left to go to, (y/n) found a dress she liked. It was a beautiful tulle gown in a kind of dark jadeite green. When she tried it on, and it actually fit and she felt good in it, all her friends cheered. That was the hardest part done. To go with it, she opted for a pair of black heels. They were a bit higher than she had initially thought she’d be able to handle, but they had a sturdy heel which made them relatively easy to walk in. One of her friends managed to find her a set of necklace, bracelet and earrings with tiny stones matching the jadeite green dress. Finally, they got dinner before (y/n) went home, leaving her the rest of the evening to worry about everything.
The rest of the weekend went by in a blur. Both (y/n) and Gerard had been busy on each end and hadn’t seen each other since the unusual Saturday morning. ”Hey” Gerard whispered in (y/n)s ear after sneaking up behind her. (Y/n) being easily scared almost turned around and hit him. ”Oh my god Gee, what the fuck?” she asked laughing. ”Sorry, I just couldn’t resist it” they said with a smirk. (Y/n) almost blushed. That smirk would be the end of her. They talked a bit about their respective weekends before parting ways and heading to their classes. Halfway to class Gerard heard someone yell behind him. ”Hey freak!” it was one of the jocks. Gerard turned around and looked at him. ”He responded to that” the jock noted, and all of his friends laughed. ”Can I fucking help you with something?” Gerard snarled. The jock looked at him, almost looking a bit nervous. ”I, uh, heard a rumour you asked (y/n) to prom” he said, half statement, half question. ”I don’t see how that’s any of your bloody business?” Gerard said through their teeth. They didn’t mind when people messed with him, but if this idiot was to say so much as a single bad word about (y/n) they would have a problem. ”Don’t you think she deserves better than you dragging her down?” the jock said spitefully. That was not what Gerard had expected, and it hit them like a sledgehammer to the heart. But this wasn’t the time for showing weakness, they would never hear the end of it. They tightened the grip on their canvas bag. ”Why don’t you fuck off before something really bad happens to you?” Gerard managed at last. The gang of jocks just laughed, but actually left. Gerard stood still. They did have a point. (Y/n) was way out of their league. Gerard wasn’t even sure why she was friends with them. They sighed a deep sigh and started walking to class. Better a little late than not at all. They were sure (y/n) would’ve argued that way at least. The rest of the day passed quickly.
(Y/n) woke up the next morning with a killer headache and a terrible cough. She called Gerard. ”Hello, it’s Gerard” they answered the phone and (y/n) couldn’t help but smile when she heard their voice. ”Hey Gee, it’s me” (y/n) managed, before coughing again. ”Oh my god, (y/n), you sound like you’re dying” Gerard said, sounding concerned. ”Yeah, I’m beyond fucked up Gee. I’m gonna stay home for today” she said. ”Sounds good (y/n), hope you feel better soon” Gerard said. ”Yeah, I’ll have to get better so we can go to prom on Saturday” (y/n) managed to say, coughing throughout the sentence. (Y/n) spent most of the day sleeping, or just laying in her bed, reading books and listening to music. At half past four the doorbell rang. As (y/n) was the only one home she got up from bed to answer the door. ”Oh, you’re a sight for sore eyes” Gerard said with a smile when she opened the door. ”Hey Gee” (y/n) said happily, not having expected their company. ”Hi. How are you doing?” Gerard asked. ”I feel a bit better than this morning, still feel kind of fucked up though” (y/n) said with a weak smile, coughing between every other word. ”Yeah, I can hear that honey” Gerard said. ’Honey’ (y/n) thought. That’s new. ”Anyway, the reason I dropped by is a got you this” they said and got a bag from behind their back and handed it to (y/n). She peered inside. There were her favourite kind of tea, a jar of honey, a few cups of instant soup and some snacks. She lit up. ”Thank you so much Gee, you’re so kind” she said with a wide smile. Gerard felt like that smile alone could melt them to a puddle of the porch. ”No worries (y/n). You sounded so beyond fucked up this morning, I thought this might help you feel better” they said while scratching the back of their head. ”I would hug you, but I’m afraid you’ll get whatever I’m having too” she said with a weak smile. ”Do you wanna come in and have some tea with me though?” she then continued. Gerard nodded and stepped inside. They took off their boots and threw their jacket next to them before following (y/n) to the kitchen. She boiled water and got two cups from a cupboard. ”Which tea do you want Gee?” she asked, looking at them stretching out at the kitchen table. ”I’ll have whatever you’re having. Just with a lot more honey” they said. Gerard wasn’t that big a fan of tea, but they’d take any chance they got at spending time with (y/n). She went up to her room and got one of the records she had bought on their last trip to the record store. They listened to music and talked about how Gerards day had been, and what (y/n) had missed in class. Soon enough though, the tea was drank and (y/n) looked really tired. ”I think it’s time for me to head home sweetheart, you look like you really need to rest (y/n)” Gerard said with a smile, risking the ‘sweetheart’ part, as they took both their cups and washed them up before putting them back in the cupboard he’d seen (y/n) take them from. ”Yeah, I feel like death” (y/n) commented and yawned. ”I think I’ll have to be home tomorrow as well” she continued. ”And miss out on Ms Moore talking about Shakespeare for the millionth class in a row?” Gerard asked with a smirk. ”Don’t worry, I’ll take notes for you” they then said with a kind smile. As soon as Gerard had left (y/n) went to bed a slept the whole night through.
Gerard walked up the stairs to school on Wednesday morning. Another day without (y/n) by their side. She really made the days at school so much more bearable. She was the only one there that they really cared for, and the days without her felt terrible long and boring. ”Hey weirdo!”. Gerard sighed. They recognised the voice as the same annoying jock from yesterday. ”What do you fucking want?” Gerard yelled at him. They pondered, just for a moment, to hit him straight across the face, just to shut him up. But Gerard really wasn’t that violent, unless they needed to be. They understood how someone might think that, judging by how they looked and dressed. ”You should stay away from (y/n)” the jock said as he walked closer. ”You should keep her name out of your fucking mouth if you know what’s good for you” Gerard said through their teeth. ”Oh, like you could ever stand a chance against me” the jock ridiculed him. Gerard looked down at their shoes. Not because they felt defeated, but because they were wearing steel toe combat boots. With one swift move they stomped the annoying guy on his foot, before they bolted away from there. They weren’t scared to fight, but they were also not stupid enough to think they could take on all of them at once. Gerard was well aware they’d have to face the annoying crew eventually, but it could wait for now. They decided to skip their first couple of classes of the day in favour for sitting outside in the sun, smoking as many cigarettes as it took to calm down. They’d really gotten under their skin this time. What if (y/n) was too good for them? What if she only hung out with them because they’d known each other for such a long time. What if coming to prom with them was something she did out of pity? Gerards head was spinning as they laid down on the grass. A single tear actually rolled down their cheek. They wiped it off angrily. Of course (y/n) was friends with them because she actually wanted to. They’d been inseparable since childhood. She might not ever feel the same way for them as they did for her. But Gerard at least knew she was their best friend. The jocks were just talking shit. They pulled themselves together, dried of a few more tears, lit another cigarette and blasted some music in their headphones. They smoked a few more cigarettes before heading to class. English. And only because they had promised (y/n) that they’d take notes. When they returned to their locker after English class someone had added ’fucking’ above the ’freak’ written on the door to their locker. It almost made them laugh. Someone had been real creative coming up with that idea. They grabbed the stuff they needed for homework out of their locker before heading home.
Thursday went by just the same. Another day without (y/n) by Gerards side. They’d begin to think they’d go insane if she didn’t come back to school soon. She was such a light in their life, and they wasn’t quite sure what they would do without her. She always cheered them up when they had a bad day. She motivated them to study hard, so they would eventually be able to study at the same university. They were also quite sure she saved them from the worst of bullying. Speaking of. Someone had added yet a few more words to the little collage of slurs and insults on their locker. They really had to go talk to the janitor about getting that fixed, they thought as they got the stuff they needed for the first few classes from the locker into their bag. They decided, against their better judgement, to head outside for a cigarette before the first class of the day started. They sat outside, on the stairs, in the sun. It was quite peaceful, most people had already arrived and the surroundings were quite empty. They turned the music in their headphones up. When they’d smoked their cigarette to its end, they looked at the time. About time to head to class. Only five minutes too late. That was how Gerard got by most days without (y/n). Smoking, arriving to class too late, and always with their headphones on.
On Friday (y/n) was back. She waited for Gerard at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the main school building. She sat on the sturdy concrete fence that surrounded the area, smoking a cigarette and listening to music. As she saw Gerard her face lit up and she took her sunglasses off. ”Hey Gee” she said with a smile and a wave as they got closer. ”Hi (y/n)” Gerard answered before wrapping her into a hug. (Y/n) was surprised, hugging wasn’t really a part of their usual routine, but she hugged them back non the less. ”Are you feeling better now?” Gerard asked as they had let go of her. ”Yeah, it’s amazing what some painkillers and cough medicine can do, really. I’m very much back on track” she said with a smile. ”Good to hear. I’ve missed you” Gerard said, trying their best not to let their nervousness show. ”Aw, I’ve missed you too Gee” (y/n) admitted. It wasn’t something she had planned on disclosing, but as they had said it first she felt like she might as well tell them. ”I’ve almost finished all the tea you got me” she then said with a laugh, as they walked up the stairs to the school building. ”How? How does anyone drink that much tea?” Gerard asked perplexed and with a chuckle. ”Well, it was just some really good tea” she explained. “Thank you so much for getting it for me. It was very sweet of you” she said, looking at him. Gerard looked down at their shoes as they walked. (Y/n) calling them sweet was almost more than they could handle. ”Oh, and speaking of sweet, did you also have those notes from English class? So I can catch up before class” (y/n) continued. ”Oh, yeah. They’re in my locker. I’m not sure you’ll be able to read my scrawls, but I really tried my best at writing nicely” they said with a small smile. ”I’m sure it’ll be fine Gee, I’m just grateful you actually went to English class for my sake. I owe you one” she said. ”Owe me notes from one English class? Does that mean I can skip one?” they joked. She laughed. ”I mean, sure, if you insist. But how will I get through it without you by my side?” She continued, dramatically faking being upset. They both got the things they needed for their respective classes out of their lockers. ”You wanna grab coffee and make up a plan for tomorrow after classes?” (Y/n) asked Gerard. She felt very anxious for the whole prom thing, a plan for what they were to do would make her feel a bit better. ”How could I ever say no to coffee with you?” Gerard answered with a smile. ”See you here at 3 o’clock then?” (Y/n) decided before they both went their separate ways.
The day went by relatively quickly and soon enough 3 o’clock came around. (Y/n) was running a bit late, having had to catch up with some teachers about assignments she had missed when she’d been sick. She also talked to some of her friends about their plans for prom. Everyone was still surprised that she was actually going, and with none other than Gerard. Even though she was very nervous about the whole thing, she was happy she was going to have Gerard by her side. A few guys had asked before them, but she hadn’t been interested enough in them to think that it was worth it. With Gerard it was a whole different story. They were, of course, her best friend. But she had also felt something change between them as of late. She was in love with them, and even though she found it hard to believe they’d feel the same way she couldn’t help but wonder. A lot of little things were adding up. Them asking her to prom, their arm around her shoulders at movie night, the pancake breakfast, them calling her ’honey’ and ’sweeyheart’ and the care package the other day. She couldn’t help but wonder. Her friends were convinced they had fallen in love with her. (Y/n)s head spun as she walked through the hallways towards her locker, where she knew Gerard would be waiting. ”I was beginning to worry that you’d left without me” Gerard joked as she made it there. ”I couldn’t possibly” she answered as she hauled her canvas bag into her locker. ”Ready to head out?” she said, nodding towards the door. Gerard nodded and soon they were on their way into town. They opted for walking in the nice weather. As soon as they got outside (y/n) put her sunglasses on, and Gerard lit a cigarette. They walked and talked. Gerard thought about holding (y/n)s hand. They almost melted at the thought. It was something so simple, yet powerful. It would mean that it was really them and (y/n), together. They brushed their hand against hers. (Y/n) noticed. Gerard didn’t notice that she noticed though. Unbeknownst to them, (y/n) thought about holding Gerards hand as well. ”I’m dying. It’s so bloody warm” Gerard said dramatically. ”Well, you’re wearing jeans and a leather jacket. It’s no mystery” (y/n) commented with a grin. Gerard took off their jacket. Underneath they were wearing a black t-shirt, slashed, with safety pins basically holding it together. (Y/n) almost fainted on the spot. Gerard looked so incredibly good. Thankfully, she didn’t have all too much time to think about that, as they arrived to their favourite coffee shop. Gerard ordered an iced latte, feeling quite overwhelmed with the heat. (Y/n) chose (y/fav drink). They got their drinks and sat down at a table near an open window.
”So, I’m thinking I’ll pick you up at half past 7 tomorrow, and we’ll have plenty of time to get there in time?” Gerard proposed, as the got on to the subject of prom. (Y/n) nodded, wondering what they meant with ’pick up’. They saw that and explained. ”My dad has agreed to lend me the car for the evening. It’s no limousine, but it’s something” Gerard said with an excusing smile. ”Don’t worry Gee, I don’t need a limousine. I just need you by my side” (y/n) said, looking in to Gerards hazel eyes. She almost thought she saw them blushing ever so slightly. ”Oh, and I want to get you one of those, uh, flower things” they suddenly exclaimed. ”A corsage?” (y/n) offered. Gerard nodded excitedly. ”What colours are you wearing, so I can get one that looks nice with it”. Now it was (y/n)s time to almost blush. They were so sweet. ”Well, I have a dark green dress” (y/n) said smiling. She couldn’t stop smiling about the whole thing. ”That’s nice. I’m sure you look absolutely beautiful in it” Gerard said sweetly, while holding back the urge to hold (y/n)s hand. They’d been in love with her for forever, but it was as if the feelings grew stronger every day, getting harder and harder to conceal and control. They had to tell her how they felt, sooner or later, or they’d explode. They decided to put it off for now and shook the thought of holding (y/n)s hand off. They talked for a while, about classes, music and drama in (y/n)s other group of friends. Soon enough, their drinks were coming to an end and (y/n) announced she had to get home, as they we’re having family dinner at the (y/l/n) household. ”I’m going to have to rain check the record store, sorry Gee. I just didn’t realise the time were so late already” she excused herself. ”Time flies when you’re having fun” Gerard joked, even daring to wink at (y/n). ”I always have a great time with you, Gee” (y/n) said softly. And with that, she was out the door.
(Y/n) slept in on Saturday, waking up at 1 pm. She figured that the smallest amount of hours awake meant the smallest amount of hours to worry. All she had to do was get dressed, and manage hair and make-up. The dress was the easiest part. (Y/n) was so happy her friends had helped her find such a lovely dress. And one of (y/n)s friends, a year younger, and therefor not going to prom, had promised to help her with her hair and make-up. The friend in question was coming over at 4 pm, so (y/n) decided to start her day with a big mug of coffee and listening to a record Gerard had lent her. She sat down in the sofa and played the record through the stereo there, as she was the only one home, her parents being away for the weekend. She stayed on the sofa, listening through the record both once and twice, refilling her mug of coffee multiple times. Soon enough though, she heard the doorbell and went to open. ”Hi (y/friends/n). God bless you for being here, I’m not sure I could’ve done this on my own” (y/n) said with a nervous sigh. ”Oh, don’t worry (y/n), this will be fun” (y/f/n) said cheerily. The went up to (y/n)s room. ”Okay, what should I do?” (y/f/n) asked. ”Hair. Make-up. Please, and thank you” (y/n) said nervously. ”Of course silly! But how? What do you want to look like?” (y/f/n) clarified. ”Oh, yeah, of course. I’m so sorry” (y/n) said, shaking her head. (Y/f/n) sat her down on the bed. ”I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be fine. Everything will be perfectly fine” she said and hugged (y/n). ”Okay. If you say so” (y/n) said and smiled softly. After that they got started. Two hours later, (y/n)s hair and make-up looked impeccable. And yet, she felt at home in it, it actually felt like her. She hugged (y/f/n). ”Thank you so much, I would never have been able to do this on my own” (y/n) said, smiling. ”Don’t worry, it was fun” (y/f/n) said cheerily. ”These kind of things have never been for me, but I actually feel good about it now” (y/n) explained. ”I’m so glad (y/n). Gerard won’t know what to do with themselves when they see you” (y/f/n) said, winking at (y/n). (Y/f/n) was convinced that Gerard was interested in (y/n), especially knowing all the things that had happened recently. They talked for a while before (y/f/n) left. (Y/n) sat down in the sofa. It must’ve looked comically weird, her dress, hair and make-up in such an ordinary setting. She sat there, trying to calm down and tell herself that everything was going to be fine. Until she heard the doorbell. Gerard was outside the door. She felt like she might die. But she went to open. To the point of no return.
(Y/n) opened the door, and immediately she was awestruck. Gerard looked absolutely beautiful. They were wearing a black pinstripe suit with black dress shoes. Their nails were painted black and their usual eyeliner was complemented with red eyeshadow. (Y/n) felt like she might just melt on the spot. ”Wow” Gerard said. ”You look absolutely lovely (y/n)” they then managed to get out. They were absolutely wonderstruck by (y/n)s beauty. They had always considered her absolutely beautiful, but this was something out of the ordinary. She looked like a princess. No, scratch that. She looked like a goddess, Gerard thought. ”Thank you” (y/n) said softly, feeling a bit out of her element. ”You look very sharp yourself, I really like your make-up” she continued, building the courage to look them in the eyes. They reached out for her hand. ”Are you ready to go honey?” they asked with a wide smile as they took her hand. She nodded and got her bag. They walked, hand in hand, down the driveway to the car. Gerard opened her door for her and helped her get all the fabric of the dress inside before closing it carefully. They sat down behind the wheel and got something from the compartment besides them. A little box. ”Here. I don’t know if I got the right colours, but I saw it and it reminded me of you” Gerard said rambling. (Y/n) opened the box, finding a corsage inside. Red roses, complimented with some beautiful green leaves and baby’s breath. ”It’s beautiful” she said, once again taking Gerards hand in hers. ”Thank you” she then said with a bright smile, squeezing their hand. ”Here, I’ll help you put it on” Gerard said smiling, feeling happy she had liked it. They had been very nervous while choosing, maybe red roses were too much. But in the end they couldn’t resist. They helped her fastening the corsage around her wrist. Then they got going. ”We should listen to some good music while we have the chance” (y/n) said while rummaging around the records Gerard had brought. ”There probably won’t be any when we get there” she continued shaking her head and laughing before finding a record and playing it.
Soon enough, they arrived. Gerard got out, and then went around the car, opening (y/n)s door for her. They held out a hand, wanting to help her up. A lot of people around them looked up as they walked across the parking lot and towards the building. Gerard didn’t let go of (y/n)s hand, treasuring every minute of having her close. They stayed outside for a moment, talking to some of (y/n)s friends, all of them complementing her for her dress and look. Gerard stood beside her, feeling a warmth radiating in their chest. They were so incredibly in love with her, and if there was one night where they were going to make it count, it was tonight. ”They’re right, you know” Gerard said softly as they walked inside, ”you really are the most beautiful person in the universe”. They looked at her, and she looked down at her shoes. Gerard could see a rose tint on her cheeks. They touched her cheek, careful not to mess up her make-up. Her gaze met theirs. ”You look so very beautiful tonight. You always do. But wow, I was floored when I saw you” Gerard said, never breaking the eye contact. Their heart was beating like never before, and they felt like it might actually beat its way out of their chest. She smiled, the most beautiful smile. ”Thank you Gee. That means a lot coming from you” she said softly ”you look wonderful too” she then dared to say. For a moment Gerards heart stopped. She thought they looked good. They had done their best, even buying a suit. They felt like they could jump for joy. After that exchange they decided to actually head inside the ball room. It was beautifully decorated, and everyone looked lovely. ”It’s like a fairytale” (y/n) commented as she saw it all. Gerard immediately thought of something to say. Then almost bit their lip as it was so corny. Then they said it anyway. ”If this is a fairytale, then you’re the princess”. She smiled at him, looking into their hazel eyes. She stepped closer and for a moment, her eyelashes fluttered shut. Gerard was just about to lean in when someone called (y/n)s name. She opened her eyes, and the moment was gone. She mouthed a ”sorry” as her friends whisked her away. Gerard stood still, left behind. They knew that (y/n)s friends didn’t think that much of them. They saw (y/n) dancing with them a few moments later, and as they didn’t want to intrude they went outside for a cigarette.
Gerard got their pack from a pocket in their jacket and lit a cigarette, the lucky cigarette they always put upside down when they bought a new pack. Always third one from the left on the front row. They felt like they needed some luck tonight. Halfway through their third cigarette it started raining. They pondered going inside, but didn’t really know what they would do there. Prom had been a stupid idea. They’d really thought they could ask (y/n) to prom and she would magically fall in love with them. How pathetic. They could feel their eyes stinging. Just as the first tears rolled down their cheek the door opened. ”Gee! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you” (y/n) said happily, stepping out into the rain. ”Hey” she said softly as she reached him. The rain was pouring down now. ”Hey yourself” Gerard said, grateful (y/n) couldn’t see they’d been crying. ”I’m so sorry Gee, I didn’t mean to leave you on your own” (y/n) said apologetically. ”Don’t worry about it honey, you’re here now” Gerard said with a smile. ”You are getting absolutely soaked though, are you sure you don’t want to head inside? I’ll catch up with you in a minute” they continued. ”Don’t be silly Gee, I came here to spend time with you” (y/n) said softly, taking their free hand in hers. The music from the ball room could be heard from outside. ”Do you want to dance?” She offered, just as a slow song started playing. Gerard nodded. They put out their cigarette and wrapped their arms around (y/n)s waist. (Y/n)s arms found their way around Gerards neck. The moved slowly to the soft music, as rain poured down upon them. (Y/n) looked at Gerard, with awe in her eyes. ”I’m so happy to be here with you Gerard” she said, smiling softly, and using Gerards full name, not Gee, or some other nickname. ”I’m so happy you wanted to come with me. I’m sorry if it’s weird. I’m sorry if it was a stupid idea” Gerard rambled. ”I have never been happier to be anywhere, with anyone” she answered them. The smile on her lips made Gerard melt completely in her arms. Her eyes fluttered shut once again, and this time, there was nothing to disturb them. Gerard leaned in and their lips met. (Y/n)s lips were soft, like silken against Gerards own. A warmth blossomed in their chest. The scent of (y/n)s perfume was dizzying and Gerard felt butterflies in their stomach. They held her close, like they were scared she’d disappear if they didn’t. (Y/n) didn’t ever want the kiss to end. She loved Gerard so much, and this felt more right than anything she’d ever felt before. Fireworks went off in her chest as their lips first met. She never wanted to stop kissing them. The taste of them were intoxicating. The rain poured down as they kissed, but none of them had a care in the world for anything but the other. The music from inside had since long changed, but none of them seemed to notice. As if time itself had stopped. Gerard and (y/n) kissed like there was no one else in the world. Her hands found themselves in Gerards hair, doing their best to pull them even closer. As if ’close enough’ wasn’t a thing to ever exist. Her lips parted ever so slightly and their tongue found its way to hers, warm and soft together. Eventually they had to break apart to catch their breath. Gerards eyes were sparkling with joy. (Y/n)s smile was the most beautiful they’d ever seen. None of them knew what to say or do next. The kiss they had shared had changed everything about them, fundamentally. ”I’ve dreamt about this forever” Gerard said at last, not knowing if admitting that was the right thing to do. ”So have I” (y/n) admitted. ”But I could never dream up anything as perfect as this” she added softly and pecked Gerards lips softly. They pulled her close again kissing her cheek, over and over. ”I adore you so (y/n)” they whispered softly in her ear. She wrapped her arms around their waist, and they stayed like that for what felt like forever. A good forever. Like there was nothing in the world but the two of them. ”Do you want to dance, like, properly?” Gerard asked after a while. ”Inside, on the dance floor” they then clarified. (Y/n) nodded. And so they went inside.
As they walked inside, hand in hand, they could feel people looking at them. It didn’t matter to either of them, this evening was theirs and only theirs. They found a spot on the dance floor just as another slow song came on. Gerards hands found themselves around (y/n)s waist once again. (Y/n) placed one hand on Gerards chest, over their heart, and the other hand on their shoulder. They swayed softly to the music. Gerard kissed (y/n)s forehead. ”I’m so happy Gee” she said softly, looking into their beautiful eyes. ”Me too honey, you have no idea” they answered while tenderly removing a strand of her now wet hair from her face. ”Can I kiss you again?” Gerard asked her, and she nodded in response. Once again their lips met. (Y/n)s chest was once again flooded with warmth. The kiss felt more natural this time. There was no nervousness, no doubt. Just pure bliss. They could both hear people around them whispering, but none of them cared. (Y/n) could feel Gerards heart beating under her hand. Everything was perfect. When they eventually broke apart, Gerard just couldn’t stop smiling. ”I’m so happy” they whispered tenderly in her ear. Their voice sent shivers down her spine. As the song came to an end, they left the dance floor. They found a little table and sat down. ”I never thought I’d go to prom” Gerard confessed. (Y/n) looked at him, puzzled. ”But I’m so glad I did. So glad I dared to ask you to come with me” they continued, smiling. ”Was this your plan all along?” She asked them curiously. ”Well” they said and scratched the back of their head nervously. ”Kind of, to be honest. I didn’t know how I could let you know about my feelings for you. I just knew I had to” they managed to explain as they looked into (y/n)s beautiful eyes. Gerard took her hand in theirs, feeling a need to touch her, in any way possible. Just to ground themselves in the fact that all that had happened was real, and not just a dream they would wake up from. (Y/n) looked around the room, and then back at Gerard. ”Do you want to get out of here?” she asked them softly. ”What did you have in mind?” they answered. ”Nothing special. I just feel that we’ve done what we came here to do” she said and winked at them before she continued ”I could really go for a milkshake right about now”. Gerard laughed. ”Your wish is my command, darling” and with that they stood up and offered her their hand. She kissed it softly before standing up. The both of them took one last look at the ball room before they left.
They got into the car, Gerard once again opening and closing (y/n)s door for her. They kept one hand on the steering wheel and one intertwined with (y/n)s as they drove them to a diner that almost always stayed open late. One of their favourites to visit when they had trouble sleeping. The few patrons that were there stared at them when they stepped inside in their soaked prom attire. They ordered, and Gerard payed for the both of them. They sat down at a booth in the back. None of them knew what to say, how to even process all that had happened. Gerard still thought they might be dreaming. They weren’t quite sure what to say or do, now that everything had changed. (Y/n) didn’t know either. She reached for their hand again, wanting to hold on to them in one way or another. It wasn’t like something was awkward between them, they were both just so overwhelmed with joy that they didn’t quite know how to handle it. “You know, if someone had said to me I’d kiss the most beautiful girl at prom, I wouldn’t have believed them” Gerard said thoughtfully. “I obviously knew that the most beautiful girl would in fact be you. I just didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way” they said, stroking her hand. “I could say the same thing, you know” (y/n) said softly while keeping eye contact with Gerard. They talked about this, and other things, for a good while, until both their milkshakes had come to their ends. Then they left the diner, once again hand in hand.
Gerard and (y/n) got back into the car. They drove around on the empty roads, listening to music and enjoying each others company. Gerard still kept their fingers laced with (y/n)s. Ever once in a while they looked over at her. Her eyes were closed and one of her arms were hanging out the open window. Gerard couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. The way she smiled and bopped her head to the music was adorable, and Gerard was convinced they could watch her for the rest of time without ever growing tired of it. Soon after midnight Gerard decided it was time to drive (y/n) home, not wanting to get on her parents bad side before they had even officially started dating. They drove up onto the driveway, as no other cars stood there. They looked at (y/n), feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. They squeezed her hand. ”Thank you” they said. ”Thank you for coming to prom with me. Thank you for kissing me, twice. Thank you for being you” they rambled on. She smiled softly. ”Do you wanna come inside?” she asked them, not wanting the evening to end just yet. Gerard looked at her with wide eyes. ”Uh, sure, but- aren’t your parents- will they not mind?”. Gerard couldn’t form a single proper sentence. (Y/n) laughed and shook her head. ”They’re away for the weekend” she explained. Gerard relaxed a bit. ”Oh, okay” they said softly and smiled at her.
Soon enough they found themselves in (y/n)s bedroom. (Y/n) was just next door, removing her make-up and getting out of her dress. Gerard looked around (y/n)s room. They’d been there a million times before, yet it felt different this time. (Y/n) entered the room. She looked much softer now. Her hair was brushed out, the make-up wiped off and the dress exchanged for an oversized t-shirt. ”You look so beautiful” Gerard said tenderly. She blushed. ”Do you want to get out of your wet clothes?” (y/n) offered. Gerard nodded and smiled before starting to peel off their wet clothes. They dropped the jacket and shirt on the chair in the corner. (Y/n) looked in awe at them. ”Wow. You’re stunning”. Gerard blushed as (y/n) put her arms around their neck. She kissed them softly. ”Come on sweetheart, let’s go to bed” she said sweetly before crawling under the covers. Gerard stood still in the middle of the room, still with their rain-soaked trousers on. They felt shy, all of a sudden. They knew they had a spare pyjamas in one of (y/n)s dresser drawers. They dug it out, and put the shirt on before peeling off their trousers, avoiding to undress all at once. They stood there, in the middle of (y/n)s room, not quite sure what to do. ”You waiting for something Gee?” (y/n) said with a smile from her spot in the bed. ”Uh, I- The mattress?” Gerard managed. They’d slept at (y/n)s many times before, and had always crashed on a mattress on the floor next to her bed. ”Oh, you’re just adorable. You really think I’m going to let you sleep on a mattress after this evening?” she said with a chuckle and a smirk. She lifted the covers and invited them into her bed. Gerard gulped, feeling even more nervous than before. But wasn’t this what they’d dreamt of? Cuddling up with (y/n), holding her close, falling asleep in each others arms. They nodded and laid down next to her in the bed. She wrapped herself around them, her head on their chest and a leg over Gerards own. She looked Gerard in the eyes. ”You have really amazing eyes Gee, has anyone ever told you that?” she said softly. Gerard could feel the blush on their cheeks. They really weren’t used to someone being so kind and sweet to them. ”I’m so lucky to have you in my life. So very lucky you feel the way I do” Gerard whispered softly in (y/n)s ear. ”I adore you so Gerard. You’re the sweetest, most wonderful person ever. My sweet Gerard” she said tenderly, looking up at them. Gerard was caught off guard. Being (y/n)s partner, (y/n)s anything, was more than they ever could’ve hoped for. ”I could get used to hearing that” they whispered in her ear. ”My sweet, darling Gerard” she said, pulling them even closer to her. ”And my lovely (y/n)” they said softly, peppering the top of her head with kisses.
I really hope you found some enjoyment in this, and I must say I’m impressed if you made it this far. Thanks for reading, and feel free to send any requests you might have!
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Sean: You’re just a boy. You don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talking about. You’ve never been out of Boston. So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ‘cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don’t see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right?
Will nods.
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
“Good Will Hunting” | Gus Van Sant
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— # ❝ RED + BLUE = YOU❞ | H.RJ
PAIRINGS — renjun x reader
GENRE — college au, fluff
WARNINGS — n/a
WC — 4.8k
authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously
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“No matter how cheap rent was I should have known rooming with Jaemin and Shotaro wasn’t worth it.” You grumbled to yourself as you were on the floor looking under the couch for your book. “Where the fuck is my fucking book?!” You said flipping the couch cushions up.
You heard the door squeak open to meet the eyes of Huang Renjun.
“Jesus it looks like a bomb went off in here. What are you doing?” He asked.
“Since when did you get a key?” You asked.
“Jaemin gave it to me when you guys went to that Shakespeare play 3 hours away. He told me to feed the fish and take care of the plants.”
“I thought he told Jeno to do that. Because that is who I agreed to.”
He scoffed, “Jeno is afraid of fish.”
You opened your mouth making a questioning noise.
He put his hands up in defense, “Trust me I don’t understand it either. He says their eyes follow him around the room. So what is going on here?”
“1) None of your business. 2) Renjun give me the key. 3) Jaemin isn’t here.”
“Where is he? I thought we could play video games tonight.”
“He and Shotaro out to a gaming cafe. Don’t you usually hang out with Jeno and Mark?”
“Jeno is training and Mark is studying for a major physics test. Didn’t think Jaemin was busy tonight. What are you doing home?”
You sighed relenting to his questioning. “I had a stressful week I had three group projects that we were presenting this week. 2/3 of them I was the one in charge and did a majority of the work. I was hoping to have a relaxing night with a bubble bath and my new book. I left it in here the living room a few nights ago.” You said standing up biting the inside of your cheek.
Renjun pushed the book on the counter by the door towards you.
You hopped over the couch running jogging to the door. “God I must have looked crazy tearing apart the apartment when it was right here.” You smiled flipping through the book.
“Anyways if Jaemin isn’t here and you have personal plans I should get going.”
“Hey wait a minute you! This is your handwriting on these sticky notes. You took my book?”
He scratched the back of his head. “Look I came here after class with Jaemin yesterday to study because Jeno likes to study physics with white noise. And I haven’t read anything new and it was right there.”
“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t know this book was mine? It’s stamped on the inside, it says property of ___,___ news flash Renjun that is me.”
“Jaemin said I could take it. He said it was an accent piece. Once I realized it was yours I wanted to finish the book and give it back.”
Your face was confused. “When did it occur to you before or after you started annotating?”
“Before. That I did for fun I gave my opinions on this budding romance book.”
You hit him with the book. “You are an ass Huang Renjun!”
“I’m taking this as my cue to leave. If you need anything I’ll be at the library.” He said leaving the apartment and slamming the door.
“I hate that boy. I want to wring his neck.” You fisted the sky. You grabbed the book and went to the bathtub.
You were trying to read your book but a certain male’s point of view sticky notes were ruining it.
You threw the book across the bathroom. Getting out of the tub throwing on a sweatsuit. You marched yourself to the library.
You found Renjun sitting at a table reading stumped over to him. You ripped the book out from his hands and smacking his head.
“You ruined my book.”
“He was low-key stalking her a little bit it isn’t romance it is Stockholm syndrome.”
You pulled the chair from across his chair. “It isn’t Stockholm syndrome. Stockholm syndrome is when Person A holds Person B captive and Person B develops feelings for Person A when they treat them horribly. You know that we are in psych together.”
“Yeah, I do. I said it so you would lecture me.” You hit him with the book again. He rubbed his head and commented, “I’m sorry. Listen I did it to mess with you.”
“Obviously.”
“Since I ruined your night let me help you find a new book to recover most of it.”
You huffed. “You do have impeccable taste in books. What are you reading?” You asked flipping to the front cover of the book. “You are reading Anne of Green Gables?”
“Yes.” He snatched it back. I’m taking Canadian Lit and I happen to read them when I was younger. What have you never read Anne of Green Gables?”
“No.”
“What did you read when you were younger?”
“Carrie.” You said nonchalantly
“Your parents let you read Carrie as a child?”
“They encouraged it.”
“That stuff gives me the chills.” He shivered a little mimicking the chills that the feeling gave him.
You rolled your eyes at his over dramatics. You flipped to the beginning of the book and say Renjun’s put his initials on the title page. You chuckled his handwriting is better than yours that is why Shotaro got you a stamp to stamp your books with.
You flipped to the first page, sat across from him, and put your feet on the chair next to him
“What are you doing?”
“I’m reading.”
“But that is my book-”
“Why don’t you go to the Stephen King section and get Carrie. Rip your horror book band-aid off.”
“But I was reading…” You stared him down. “Ok ok, I will start reading.” He got up and went to look for Carrie.
He came back sitting across from you again putting his legs up on your lap and before you could say something, he grabbed your ankles and moved them onto his lap.
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You put the book down. “She gave up her dreams so she could be a good daughter.” You wiped your eyes. “A little mad that she and Gilbert never got together though.”
“There are like seven more books.”
“Do they get together?” He opened his mouth but you interrupted him before he could get a syllable out. “Wait don’t tell me. Gilbert is kind of the perfect gentleman for the 1900s.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course, you would think that.”
“What is that supposed to mean Renjun? Come on fictional men written by women are better than all real guys.”
“Present company excluded right?” He smirked at you.
“No.” You deadpanned at him.
“I’m not that bad, I’m like your only friend in our major.”
“Not true I’m friends with Jisung.”
“His notes aren’t as excellent as mine and you still come to me and ask me for help.”
“He doesn’t constantly tease me.”
He smirked to himself looking down at his phone. “You want to go get food. I’ll pay.” He asked.
You smirked, you moved quickly out of the chair. “Can I pick where we eat?”
“Last time I paid and you picked, it cost me my monthly allowance.”
“Well, you shouldn’t offer to a whole study group that you are running.”
“You promise to pick somewhere that isn’t expensive.”
“I’m not dressed for an expensive meal. I was thinking just to go down the street to the connivance store and buy some food there.”
“I’m ok with that.”
You grabbed a basket and started picking out little snacks. Renjun was originally following you right next to you but he thought the view would be better if he was 4 feet behind you at the end of the aisles. He felt that you were moving in slow motion as he sipped from his blueberry blast icee.
You were a kid in a candy store but instead, you were picking snacks that could last you a month that Renjun was paying for.
“Ok, I’m all done with picking stuff out.”
“Hmm. Not expensive my ass.” He grumbled. “I got you a cherry bomb blast icee and tteokbokki.” He took the basket and paid for the items.
The old woman smiled at the two of you as you were checking out. He grabbed the bag and walked outside to a small table.
You both started eating the cheap meal. You sucked on the red icee too hard. “Brain freeze,” you whined.
He laughed at your reaction.
You let it pass and you reached into the plastic bag pulling out a small wafer strawberry dessert. You handed him one of the two in the wrapper.
“Thanks.” He smirked. “Are girls really that mean about that stuff?” He asked.
“About what stuff? What are you talking about?” You asked crunching down on the wafer cookie.
“Carrie. Are girls mean about feminine stuff?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Not in my experience. In my experience all girls go through puberty at different rates, parents are different about teaching about it, so I’ve only met nice people about it. But the book takes place in the 70s and learning about your body was still taboo. Her mom was also religiously abusive, because in the olden times when you had your period it meant that you were becoming a woman and ready to have children which she thought her daughter would be a whore. With abuse at home and bullying at school, it was only a matter of time until she..” You snapped another wafer for dramatic effect.
“It wasn’t even that scary now that I think about it. It was psychological trauma.”
You chuckled. “See Renjun I told you. It is what I like about those books.”
He stopped drinking his drink his cheeks filled with the blue raspberry iced drink. He swallowed hard and got a brain freeze himself. His eyes wincing in return.
“Ha! Doesn’t feel so good does it!” You laughed back at him. “Your lips are blue.” You touched your lip to let him know and slid a napkin across the table.
“Huh?” He asked.
You tapped the napkin for him to use it. He picked it up and wiped along his mouth getting a blue stain on the cheap napkin material.
Silence fell over the two of you. It was definitely awkward. You slowly drank from your slushie.
Thank god for your phone ringing on the table. You quickly grabbed and answered the call.
“Hey, Jaemin. Everything alright?”
“I should be asking you that?! You have Shotaro running around the apartment and scared out of his mind!” Jaemin yelled into the phone. You pulled your ear away from the screen for your ear's safety.
“What did I do to garner that reaction?” You laughed a little.
“Are you seriously laughing? The apartment is in disarray, couch cushions are flipped up, books are off the shelves, the bathtub is still full and the book you were reading across the room. Also the new candle you bought barely burned. Shotaro thought you were kidnapped.”
“That’s a bit dramatic.”
“If it was him you would have the same reaction. Where are you?”
“I’m at the convenience store eating.”
“This kid leaves a mess and goes for a snack.”
“I was at the library first. I had to get a new book because someone just gave away my book to Renjun.”
“Oh, that was yours.”
“You knew it was mine. I’ll be soon Renjun and I are just finishing up our food.”
“You are out with Renjun?” Jaemin asked in a teasing tone.
“Shut up. I’m sorry about the apartment I’ll pay for dinner next time. I’m going.” You hung up the phone.
“What was Jaemin saying?”
You just rolled your eyes, “You know him. He is overly teasing about everything. We should get going soon it’s late.” You told him.
Renjun checked his watch seeing it was almost close to 10:30.
“Didn’t realize it was so late. I’ll walk you home.”
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Ever true to his word Renjun took the campus bus and walked you from your stop up to your apartment.
“Do you want to come up?”
“It’s a little late I should be getting home.”
“Are you sure? I feel bad that you have to walk home by yourself.”
He pursed his lips.
“It’s the weekend. We don’t have classes tomorrow. Just take the couch and borrow Jaemin or Shotaro’s clothes.”
“It won’t be a problem. I thought you didn’t like me.”
“I have disdain for you. We share friends. Why create drama where there isn’t any.”
You opened the door to the building and jogged your way up the stairs to your apartment. Renjun was behind you holding the little grocery bag from the convenience store.
When you unlocked the door you were met with arms around your neck.
“Shotaro I’m fine.”
“Listen little lady from this point on you are to text us all your locations and not make it look like a struggle ensued in the home.” Jaemin scolded you.
Shotaro was still hugging you, you reached for Jaemin wanting to hurt him.
“___ knock it off.” Jaemin whiners swatting your hands.
“I can’t believe you let him talk to you like that.” Renjun laughed from the doorway putting the bag down on the small side table.
“Renjun you brought ___ home?” Shotaro smirked.
“God you two are the worst.” You jumped up and down going into the kitchenette with the bag.
“That is gross. That is not the nature of our relationship.” Renjun agreed.
“So there is a relationship?” Jaemin asked.
You squinted your eyes and kicked him from behind.
“It was a rarity but Renjun was being kind to me walking me home. It’s late I don’t like the idea of him walking home alone so I offered him the couch.”
“You bought her food, didn’t you? She hasn’t been this happy since that meal you bought the study group.” Shotaro asked.
“We read together too. She has surprisingly has good taste after that abominable book she had yesterday.”
“Renjun this is why I strongly dislike you.”
“Aww and I thought I was growing on you.” He clutched his heart.
“You are getting on my nerves Renjun.” You went to your room.
“Too bad because I was going to give you all the needed notes you would need for Professor Lee’s pop quiz on Monday morning.” Renjun taunted.
“That is not fair!” You whined from the doorway of your room.
“You should have been kinder.” Renjun held his hands in defense.
“Please Renjun, Professor Lee’s class is hard and half of the time he is droning on and reading notes I can’t pay attention to that I’m a visual learner. Your notes and slide shows are perfect. Every time there is a scheduled quiz your notes help me pass.” You begged.
“I’m not going to hand over the notes just because you begged. I think you should be punished. Sunday I’m going to re-teach you the lesson with my notes and you have to take your notes.”
“Fine. It is so unfair that you are friends with Kun. He tells you about every quiz, every test, every essay homework assignment. It is so unfair.”
“You could be Kun’s friend too. I can’t help that he was RA freshmen year. He sees me as his little brother.”
“She is right. Doyoung is the same with this one.” Shotaro said pointing at Jaemin. “That being said he gives me the details too. But I think it is because I’m just sitting right there or always with Jaemin.”
You nodded. “It just seems like an unfair advantage.”
“Hey, Kun tells me I tell my friends in the course. I think Kun tells me because he knows I will tell people and the class will all find out. Everyone in our course tells everyone everything.”
“Mr. Lee’s class is difficult. He hasn’t updated the course since he has been here.” You whined.
“Trust me I know. It takes me forever to organize my notes for his class.”
“Are you going to be mean on Sunday?”
He sighed looking at you. He raised his right hand holding it like a boy scout. “I solemnly swear to actually teach you the material and help you. I won’t make any sarcastic comments or be rude.”
“If that is all. I’m going to bed.”
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Saturday flew by. You spent the day with Shotaro shopping for the apartment.
“Renjun is nice you know.”
“I know he is nice. But sometimes he just purposefully picks on me and it drives me insane. He might think it is funny but it gets me so fuming.”
Shotaro chuckled at your little reaction in the middle of the produce section of the grocery store. “Did you ever think that he may be teasing you to get that reaction from you?”
You stopped to think for a moment. “No. That never really crossed my mind. I thought he just did it to make himself laugh. I bet that jerk laughs more just because of my reaction.” You grumbled picking out vegetables.
Shotaro rolled his head mumbling to himself. “that is not why he does it.”
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You decided to get all your major homework done on Saturday night so you could mainly focus on studying with Renjun tomorrow.
Shotaro and Jaemin came out of their rooms all dressed up to go out for dinner.
“You said you pay for dinner the next time we go out. Why are you in your PJs?”
“I’m doing my homework. You guys go out and I’ll pay for it.” You told them.
“You are such a party pooper.” Jaemin pouted walking out.
“You want us to bring you anything back?”
“Spicy chicken please.” You smiled. Shotaro walked out behind Jaemin.
“Dude the constant teasing was cute at first. But drawing it out, just confess already!” Jaemin shouted taking a big swig of his drink.
“She thinks you tease her because you like seeing her upset.”
Renjun sighed.
“Don’t make that exasperated sigh noise. You have to make a move she is going to leave you behind.” Shotaro told him.
“Go take her on a date. She likes hot pot. Do that with her tomorrow. Because I speak for all of our friends we are getting tired of the puppy dog eyes you give her.”
“She loathes me.”
“She doesn’t. She thinks you are fun to hang around with. She prefers if you didn’t tease her so often.” Shotaro said grabbing a chicken leg.
“She said she likes your artwork,” Jaemin told him.
“I don’t where I went wrong in my life to be taking dating advice from Na Jamin.”
“Hey! I go on plenty of dates and I’m damn good at it!” Jaemin shouted again.
“You need to really shut up,” Renjun said kicking him.
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It was Sunday afternoon, once again your roommates were gaming in the den. Yelling into their headsets, at their friends.
There was a knock at the front door, you were in the kitchen making little snacks for you and Renjun. For this little study session, you made ants on a log.
“___! Renjunnie is at the door for you!” Jaemin yelled making kissing noises.
“Jaemin I’m in the kitchen there is no need to yell.” You said from 10 paces from his seat.
“Jesus! I thought you were in your room.” Jaemin said looking at you.
You huffed going to open the door to your apartment.
“Renjun welcome back to our humble and very noisy abode.”
“Son of A BITCH! Haechan you said you had my back, don’t say you have my back when you are already good as dead!” Shotaro yelled into his microphone.
“Where are we going to study?” He asked with a slightly nervous chuckle.
“We should just go to my room. It is the furthest room from this war zone.”
Renjun nodded following behind you. You picked up the plate of snacks. Some leftover snacks from the convenience store.
You sat on your bed as Renjun set up across from you at your desk. He opened his laptop and his little remote in hand. You opened your notebook with blue pens.
You looked towards the laptop for the lesson to begin. “Are those slushies?” You asked pointing at cupholders with two tall drinks.
“Yes. They are for after the session. A little reward for you. I have a feeling I might accidentally go back on my promise without meaning too.”
“It is ok Renjun I won’t let it get to me.”
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Boy did you bite your words. You let a few things get to you. Comments about your shitty handwriting are what lead to you throwing a fit.
“Jesus now I get why you wanted me to just hand over my notes. You have the messiest handwriting. Worst than some of the professors. You should take a penmanship course over the summer.”
“Not everyone can be as perfect as you Renjun!” You yelled.
He leaned in close to your face, “Aw you think I'm perfect.”
You threw your notebook in his face, “No way!”
He laughed again at you, but he saw you pouting over your messy handwriting.
“I think the messy handwriting is cute. Messy handwriting means sometimes that the person has high intelligence.” He told you reassuring you.
“Why do I think you are trying to say I don’t fall into that category?”
“___ you are smart. You are in the top ten spots of your classes. You do a lot of work to have good grades. There is nothing to worry about. You will do well on the pop quiz tomorrow.” He told you while shaking your shoulders as to shake a realization into you. “Do you want your cherry bomb blast?”
“Yes.” He grabbed it from its travel cupboard giving it to you. You gladly took a long sip.
“Don’t take a big sip you’ll get-” “Brain freeze.” You both said at the same time.
You rubbed your head hoping to warm it up from the outside in.
“What are you doing for the rest of the day?” Renjun asked staring at you as he took small sips from blue raspberry slushie.
“I don’t know. Probably do a few quizlets on this material so I’m extra-extra prepared.”
“That sounds boring and unnecessary. Something you could do at night.”
“Why do I feel like you are planning something for us to do so I’m not in the house all day?”
“Ya’ caught me. I was going down to the beach to paint for a while you want to join me. I already have supplies in my bag.” He said patting his backpack.
“Do you continue to keep your promise to not make fun of me?” You asked.
“Sure. Here is your jacket.” Renjun said grabbing your tan long coat and throwing it at your face.
The both of you walked out of your room smiling. You were going to tell your friends you will be back home soon.
“Motherfucker Jeno! Shotaro is on my ass. Shoot him! Shoot! Shoot!” Jaemin yelled into his mic.
“Jaemin, Taro I’m going out with Renjun. We are just going to the beach, we’ll be back soon.”
“Alright bye. Renjun treat ___ well and have her home by nightfall.” Jaemin told him.
“Buy her dinner,” Shotaro said. “Real dinner not that fast food crap.”
“Leave him alone.” You said. “Let’s go Renjun.” You pushed him out of the apartment.
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A quick 15-minute ride on the school bus you and Renjun got off the bus. He lead you to an overlook, which looked over a small cliff where you could hear the waves crashing against it.
“This place is pretty. I have never been here before.”
“I come here pretty often. Just to decompress. If you ever have a bad week like you did this week and your book is shit…you can join me.” He said.
He sat down at the table there taking out his traveling art supplies. He tore a piece of paper out of his notebook and had pencils and pens for you.
You started drawing a small beach scene with seagulls flying above. The sun was starting to set.
“I didn’t know it was late when we left,” Renjun said looking at the sun.
“Did you know sunsets become more vivid because of low humidity and cleaner air, especially after it rains?” You told him.
“Sure is pretty,” Renjun said. “What are you drawing?”
“Just the sea and some seagulls.” You turned the paper around to show him. “What about you?”
He brought his paper closer to him. “Nothing.”
“It’s not "nothing." I saw some scribbling.” You grabbed his arm to move it.
“I don’t want you to see.”
“Then why did you ask what I was drawing if you weren’t going to do the same.”
He sighed, lifting his arm and giving you the piece of paper.
“You drew me?”
“Yeah.”
“I like it. Can I have it?” You asked again.
“What? You want a drawing of yourself? That seems a little narcissistic.”
You rolled your eyes and kicked him in his shin. “I don’t want it because it is me I want it because you drew it. I always like your drawings. I like how you capture my smile does my dimple look like that?”
“Yeah, you have a very pretty smile.” He smirked. “What do you want to eat? Do you want to go to that hot pot place? The one just off-campus. If we go now we can take the 8:25 bus back to campus.”
“You know they were joking about dinner. You don’t have to take me anywhere. I have fresh stuff at home we can cook something there.”
“Eating with Jaemin and Shotaro?”
“Yeah. Do you not want to eat with them?”
“I guess it isn’t that bad. Are they going to be screaming and teasing us?”
“Yes. But that’s them.”
You went to walk towards the bus stop to look at the schedule for the next bus. Renjun pulled your coat sleeve.
“What is something wrong?”
“___ I need to tell you something.”
“Shoot Renjun.”
“I’m sorry. For the teasing, it can be a bit much.”
It was out of the blue his apology. It wasn’t needed. You knew he wasn’t doing it to be mean he just needed a little laugh.
“It’s ok Renjun, you don’t need to apologize.”
“You aren’t mad?”
“I’m mad at the moment. But I still care for you like 20% of the time. 80% of the time it can go either way. We are still friends.”
“I don’t want to be just friends anymore.” He mumbled.
“I’m sorry what was that?”
“___ I don’t want us to be just friends. I want us to be more. I do the teasing because I love the way you react. I love your reactions in general. I like hanging around you. You are smart, pretty, and talented in everything you do.”
“Renjun are you serious?”
“Yes.” He said dragging you a little closer to him. He brushed your hair out of your face. “I like you.”
You looked at him and he had stars in his eyes. You pecked the corner of his mouth.
“You are cute when you make that face. If I were to go out with you, I would still want you to tease me but in a loving way. You write annotations in my books, we study together, and we go out to dinner once a month.”
“You want to go out with me?”
“Isn’t that like the whole point of confessing? Geez for a smart guy you aren’t using your brain right now.”
“I thought you didn’t like me.”
“Renjun of course I like you. You just get on my nerves but I still like being around you and listening to you talk. And look at this drawing you are so talented yourself.”
Renjun gripped your face and kissed you on your lips. When he pulled away you were a little shocked that he would have the confidence to do that.
“We have to catch the next bus.” He pulled you along to the bus stop.
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“Hey, guys welcome home,” Shotaro said from the couch.
“___, what is for dinner?” Jaemin asked sitting next to him.
“I was going to make mackerel with a seaweed salad.”
Jaemin smiled at the idea of your cooking. “Wait a minute why are both of your lips purple? There isn’t a grape-flavored icee. Did they make a grape slushie?” He asked rubbing his chin, thinking.
“You idiot.” Shotaro hit the back of his head. “They made out obviously, she likes cherry and he likes blue raspberry.”
Renjun covers his face in his hands.
“Dude congratulations.” Jaemin walked over Shotaro's body shaking Renjun’s hand. “See what did I tell you.”
“You are embarrassing him Jaemin. If you want dinner you leave him alone.”
“Promise ___.” Jaemin smiled.
“Renjunie are you going to help me with dinner.”
“Yes ___.”
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Bokuto Koutarou x female reader
TW Age gap, power imbalance, manipulation, toxic behaviour, nsfw(ish)
Three months ago, you would have laughed at the very idea of having a sugar daddy.
Then again, three months ago you were still living with your boyfriend and had a steady paycheck coming in every week. You can blame losing the latter on bad luck and an asshole boss, but the former-
You knew your relationship with your ex was far from perfect, but coming home from losing said job to find him buried balls deep in your next door neighbour was a bit of a slap in the face.
Needless to say, in the space of a few days you were out a job, a boyfriend and an apartment. Which, somewhat inevitably, led to you being six wines deep, slumped over your best friend’s bed, sobbing over the wreckage of the life you’d built, suddenly ripped out from beneath you.
You can’t really remember whose idea it was, only giggling drunkenly between yourselves as Misuzu set up your ‘sugar baby’ profile. “Shh, no this is gonna be great,” she’d said, hitting at the hands that tried to grab back your phone. “Meet some hot rich old dude, ride a little dick, let him shower you in cash; all your problems? Poof, sorted!”
And even with the heady, rose tinted haze of your wine fuelled inebriation, you knew that it was just a joke, a bit of stupid fun born more out of an attempt to cheer you up than a viable plan to get the tattered remains of your life back on track. Calling some old creepy dude ‘daddy’ and pretending to love him (not to mention the whole letting him fuck you thing) just for a little money wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time.
Plus, you were fairly sure that you weren’t what most people had in mind when they thought ‘sugar baby’. It wasn’t ever meant to be anything serious, just dumb, drunken fun with your friend.
So when you woke the next day a little after mid morning with a head full of regrets and a pounding headache, the last thing you expected was to find a message from BigDaddyKou82 waiting for you, better sense told you to ignore it.
Honestly, you didn’t really want a sugar daddy, your love life was enough of a mess without throwing in a power imbalance like that.
You should have ignored the message, deleted it or shot him a quick reply politely explaining that you weren’t interested so you could put it out of your mind, and you would have-
If Misuzu hadn’t caught sight of the message first, snatching the phone out of your hand with a gleeful shriek.
—
If you’ve learned anything in these past months, it’s that Bokuto Koutarou doesn’t do anything by half measures. So when he tells you he’s booked dinner for the two of you at an upscale restaurant in the city, you should have expected the package that’s hand delivered right to the door of your shitty little apartment. The dress is beautiful, expensive - though you could tell that just from the elegant matte black box wrapped in golden ribbon it arrives in. It’s exactly his style; short, revealing and just dancing along the edge of impropriety, not that that’ll bother him in the slightest.
But it is gorgeous, and loathe as you are to admit it, it flatters you well.
It’s not the first time that he’s bought you clothes, your tiny closet’s almost overflowing with pieces he’s gifted you. He likes seeing you in the things he’s bought, sometimes a little too much, you think. But you’ve learned it’s better just to go along with it - he gets this wide eyed, beaming grin whenever he sees you dressed in the pretty things he’s bought you, and the sight of it never fails to make your cheeks heat, warmth curling in your stomach.
The dress was not unexpected. The soft, lacy lingerie that comes in the accompanying box, on the other hand - that was new.
And of course, you barely have time to unwrap your gift when your phone flashes to life, an incoming call from the man himself.
“D’ya like it?”
The giddy excitement in his voice is unmistakable, and if you close your eyes you can picture the look on his face - golden eyes all hooded and hungry, that glittering, eager grin he wears when the two of you are out in public but his mind’s occupied with all the filthy, wonderful things he wants to do to you the moment you’re alone.
Not that he’s ever that patient.
“Um, it’s…” Fingers tentatively reach into the tissue paper, pulling the sheer, lacy bra out, warmth blossoming in your cheeks. The matching panties - a tiny scrap of lace held together with bows and thin black straps - really aren’t much better. Like the dress, the lingerie is clearly well made, probably cost more than your weekly rent, and the delicate set is arguably gorgeous (you can’t even argue his taste), but–
“You’re gonna wear it for me tonight, right, baby?”
It’s not really a question; of course you will, because you always do. You would have thought by now that you’d be used to the gifts he showers you in.
“Yeah, but Kou, you really didn’t have to spend all this money on me. Dinner’s enough,” you tell him, setting the lingerie back down.
Dinner, and everything else for that matter.
A chuckle echoes down the line. “But I like spoiling my girl. Like buying you pretty things,” his voice dips, “like tearing ‘em off you afterwards, too.”
And despite all the apprehension curled up inside of you, a shiver of excitement runs down your spine.
—
“So…” Misuzu pushes, leaning across the countertop with her chin resting on her palm and looking entirely too pleased at your discomfort.
“He… asked me to meet him.”
Her eyes widen, sparkling in delight as she gasps, “For dinner?”
“For a drink - one drink,” you clarify. You elect not to tell her that he’d initially tried to sway you into dinner, and it was you who’d talked him down to a drink. Truthfully, you’d probably feel more comfortable getting coffee, but meeting at a bar was fine.
One drink, and if things got awkward or he turned out to be a creep you’d be out of there in a heartbeat.
“Oh my god!! My baby Y/N, all grown up and manipulating old, lonely men for money. I’m so proud,” she wipes a fake tear from her eye and bursts into a fit of giggles.
A crinkle appears between your brow as you frown at her, “He’s not even that old,” you grumble, “and it’s not like that. You know it’s not.”
“No?” she asks, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. “You know, for somebody who was so against me messaging your soon to be sugar daddy, you sure move quickly.”
She laughs at the glare you shoot her way. “You were the one who started this.”
“Mhm, and you were the one who didn’t stop it. Funny that, don’t you think?”
She looks like the cat that ate the canary; smug, glittering amusement written all across her face. And you hate, more than anything, that she’s right.
Because you’d meant to put a stop to it the moment you managed to wrestle your phone back from her. Afterwards, you’d blame the lingering hurt of having your heart broken, the insecurities and bitter humiliation that plagued you, the feeling that you weren’t good enough to stop your boyfriend from straying for making you so pathetically vulnerable and desperate for approval - but when you opened the chat instead of the sleazy come on’s you expected, his first message makes something inside of you flutter, warm and pleasant.
Holy crap, you’re beautiful.
Not exactly a sonnet from Shakespeare, but you can’t remember the last time any guy, much less your ex, called you beautiful.
It didn’t exactly hurt that instead of the aging, creepy looking letch you were half expecting, the profile picture showed a rather fit, attractive man in a crisp, black suit with silvery grey streaked hair and an easy grin. Of course, it was a fifty-fifty chance that the pic wasn’t even him, or if it was then it was outdated or heavily edited, but it was enough to make you pause.
Enough to make you… curious, if nothing else.
But ridiculously attractive or not, you weren’t going to lead him on. If he wanted some pretty, simpering thing to fuck and throw money at, to call him daddy and be his sweet, obedient little girl - that wasn’t you. You’d explained that you weren’t really sure if this was your thing, that you probably weren’t what he had in mind, but surprisingly he hadn’t been put off by that.
Well what’s the harm in finding out for yourself? Maybe you’ll like it more than you think ;)
—
There were rules, when you started - lines you both agreed wouldn’t be crossed.
First and foremost, while it wasn’t exactly a conventional relationship - at least, not the kind you were used to - it was still a relationship of sorts, and there was an expectation of honesty in lieu of absolute exclusivity. You’d tell him if you were seeing anybody else, and Bokuto would tell you the same. Considering sex was on the table, it made sense.
You swore right from the beginning that you wouldn’t allow yourself to become financially dependent on him - you knew all too well that relationships were fickle things to begin with. That kind of dependency was half the reason you were in this position in the first place, and you wouldn’t - couldn’t - let that happen again. That didn’t mean that the arrangement wasn’t transactional. After a few initial meetings that went better than you expected, the two of you came to an agreement; a nice little sum of money he’d deposit weekly in your account in exchange for you being there when he wanted you. Dinner dates, skype calls when he’s travelling, spur of the moment weekends away in expensive hotels - whatever he wanted... within reason.
The thing is, despite his flaws - the little funks he gets into, his immaturity despite the age gap between you, the way he clings to you, mopes if you don’t pay him the attention he wants - you genuinely like Bo, he’s oddly endearing. Loveable, even. He reminds you a little of a puppy; eager for affection, bright and boisterous with boundless energy (and enviable stamina). He’s sweet and adoring and funny and he has this uncanny ability to make everything else fade away when you’re with him, to make you feel like you’re the only woman in the room, beautiful and perfect and entirely his-
But that didn’t make him your boyfriend.
You weren’t lovers, and whether it was in two weeks or two years, you both knew this arrangement had an expiration date. And because of that, there were no strings attached. At any point, either one of you could end it without an explanation - no questions asked, no feelings hurt.
—
Truthfully, you don’t know an awful lot about Bokuto’s line of work, only that his position within the company is senior enough that he can move around his schedule pretty much as he wants, leaving him free to see you whenever he likes.
Which wasn’t a problem when that was once or twice a week.
“Sorry, Koutarou, you know I can’t. Maybe tomorrow?”
The petulant whine that echoes down the phone fills you with an odd sort of guilt. “Why not? You said no on Friday, too,” he pouts. “I miss you, baby. Wanna see you again.”
You shove down the faint, flickering unease that nudges at your gut. You’re not his girlfriend, and you find yourself wondering whether or not he sometimes deliberately lets himself forget that.
Nibbling at your bottom lip, you frown, “I told you I have work today. It’s too late for me to try and find someone to cover my shift, and if I call in again-”
You can kiss your job goodbye. You’re already on thin ice with your boss, and it’s not like new waitresses are hard to find these days.
“Well… what time do you finish?” he asks, his voice thick with dejection, as if he already knows what your answer’s going to be.
You bite back a sigh, “Late. I’m on close again.”
The short silence on the other end of the phone is deafening. “… I’ll come pick you up afterwards.”
This time you can’t stop the soft sigh that escapes, “Kou, I’m gonna be exhausted, I won’t be any fun to be around.”
“Still wanna see you. You’re always working,” he grumbles. “Feels like you don’t have time for me anymore, baby.”
Slowly your eyes flutter shut, and you take a deep breath. It always comes back to this. “I need this job, baby. We’ve talked about this… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I have the whole day off, I’m entirely yours.”
“All mine, hm?”
You smile, “All yours, promise.”
He hums in acknowledgement, not entirely happy, but temporarily placated. “Fiiiine. But I’m holding you to it.”
As if you expected any less. “I have to go get ready for work. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“I’ll see you later,” he promises, and you hang up a moment later.
When he said that, you assumed that both of you were on the same page as to what ‘later’ meant.
Three hours into your shift, you hadn’t expected to return from the kitchen to find a grinning Bokuto lounging in one of your booths.
“He asked for you specifically when he came in,” one of your coworkers tells you, shooting you a playful wink. “Didn’t know you were into silver foxes, Y/N. But I can’t say I blame you, he’s hot!”
“Yeah, thanks,” you mutter distractedly, glancing over your shoulder to check your manager wasn’t watching before making your way over.
The smile on your face is tight as golden eyes flicker towards you. “Bokuto,” you begin quietly, “what- what are you doing here?”
An odd look passes across his face at the use of his family name, but the smug grin remains. “You said you had to work tonight,” he says with a cavalier shrug, as if that explained everything.
“Yes, because I’m working! Kou, I need this job, I can’t-” you break off with a huff, darting another glance over your shoulder. Thankfully, your manager’s busy berating your co-worker for a screwed up order and hasn’t noticed your absence yet.
Taking advantage of your distracted state, Bokuto reaches across the table to take your hand in his, his thumb stroking back and forth along the back of your palm. “Hey, hey, relax. You’re here to work, I get it, baby. I’m just here for some food, cross my heart,” he swears, drawing an imaginary X over his chest with his finger.
Gently tugging your hand back, you ignore the hurt little pout he gives you. “So you decided to drive twenty minutes across town just to eat here?” you ask, trying to keep the exasperation from colouring your tone.
He shifts a little in his seat, cheeks flushing a dusty pink under your narrowed stare. “… Well, maybe I wanted to see my pretty girl, too,” he admits, “But I swear I’ll be on my best behaviour!”
Somehow, his words don’t fill you with confidence, but what are you supposed to do? Kick him out? Snap at him for coming despite the fact you told him not to? Taking a deep, steadying breath through your nose, you force yourself to relax. Bokuto’s not hurting anybody by being there, and so long as he keeps his hands to himself, so long as he behaves, it won’t be an issue.
He’s a paying customer, and you’ll treat him just like you would anyone else who walked through the restaurant’s doors.
Yet despite trying to reassure yourself of that, you can’t escape the niggling sense of unease sitting in the pit of your stomach. Even if he’s the perfect gentleman tonight, the perfect stranger, you’ve worked hard to keep your boring day to day life and the one you’ve created with him in nice, neat, separate boxes. Bokuto hasn’t met your friends or your family and outside of Misuzu they don’t have a clue about your arrangement with your attractive if somewhat clingy benefactor.
You don’t want them to know.
Him being here threatens that - it makes you nervous.
But you’ve been with Bokuto long enough to know that you can’t tell him that without hurting his feelings, and you definitely don’t have the energy to deal with that tonight. It’s a conversation for another day.
Instead, you allow a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips, “You know the food’s pretty average here, you might be disappointed.”
Bokuto grins again, mischief sparkling in those golden eyes, and your traitorous heart skips a beat. “Yeah, don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he leans in closer, “I’m far more interested in what’s for dessert.”
Warmth floods your cheeks as he snickers.
—
For the most part he keeps his hands to himself, but you can’t quite bring yourself to relax when you can feel those golden, hungry eyes burning a hole into your back as you move around the restaurant serving other customers.
You pretend you don’t see the scowling glower he sends to the harmless office-worker who spends a good forty five minutes flirting with you every time you go over to check on his table.
Bokuto orders enough food to feed a small army and stays until close, leaving a more than generous tip on his way out.
It goes without saying that he waits for you to finish up. The moment you slip out the door, calling out one last goodnight to your coworker, he’s on you, pushing you up against the brick alleyway wall, hiking your legs up over his hips as his mouth attacks yours, greedy and eager, swallowing up any and all protests you might’ve had.
He doesn’t take you home like you ask, but back to his penthouse suite, and neither of you get much sleep that night.
—
You’re halfway through washing your hair a few days later when your shower head splutters once… twice… and stops completely.
A blockage in the plumbing, your landlord informs you rather apathetically. It’s affecting the whole floor and it’ll take at least a day or two to get somebody out to fix it properly, leaving you without running water for the entirety of that time.
In hindsight, there were at least three other people you could have (and probably should have) called first, but he’s already answering the phone before the thought even occurs to you.
And then it’s too late to backpedal. You find yourself grateful that he can’t physically see the way you flush and fidget, pacing around your living room as you awkwardly try to explain the reason you’re calling at ten in the morning.
“Would, I mean, i-is it okay if I come over to use your shower? Just for this one time, mine kind of got interrupted this morning.”
God, from the way you stutter, stumbling over your own tongue, you’d think you were asking him to marry you. You’ve spent the night at his countless times before, but asking for a favour, even a small one like this - maybe you’re toeing an unwritten line in the sand? Bokuto isn’t with you because he loves you, he’s with you because it’s mutually beneficial for both of you, because of an agreement.
He wants fun, easy, not you saddling him with minor inconveniences. Calling to ask him to come save you, albeit from something as mundane as a lack of access to a functioning shower, feels like something you’d ask your boyfriend to do.
Not your sugar daddy.
But just as you’re about to backtrack and apologise for interrupting his morning, he speaks. “What d’you mean? Just come stay with me till it’s fixed.”
He says it with such certainty, as if it’s the most obvious solution and for a moment you’re stunned into silence. “A-are you sure? I don’t want-'' Don't want what? To be an inconvenience? A problem? “I don’t want to be in the way,” you finish lamely.
Bokuto just laughs, “Don’t be stupid, baby, of course you won’t be in the way. Just swing by the office and I can give you the keys. Or I can just get you another set made? I don’t know, we can figure it out later. I’ll see you soon, ‘kay?”
And you have to admit, as apprehensive as you were stepping into his penthouse alone for the first time, showering in Bokuto’s fancy ensuite bathroom (which you’re fairly sure is bigger than your actual bedroom) is a hell of a lot nicer than doing it at home. The lotions he has are all expensive brands with french names you’ve never even heard of before, but they smell amazing and they leave your skin feeling all soft and silky. Even the shampoo he’s bought for you to use is far nicer than the one you have at home, though you’re secretly pleased that its scent’s similar - your favourite, actually.
Did he buy them knowing that or was it just a coincidence, you wonder. You never thought to ask.
Without work, or Bo for that matter, to occupy your time, you decide to take advantage of his gigantic TV, opening up Netflix and settling into his ridiculously comfortable couch…
… And wake, a few hours later to the feeling of fingers carding through your hair and a pair of lips pressing against your cheek.
Bokuto’s home, you realise with a start, and there’s drool on your chin. Face burning with embarrassment, you hastily wipe it away with the back of your palm and try to sit up, only for Bokuto’s hand to wrap around your wrist, halting you in your tracks.
“No, don’t get up, baby,” he says, easing down onto the couch beside you and shifting your head onto his lap so he can continue threading his fingers through your hair. “I like coming home to this.”
Still half asleep, curling up and nuzzling further into those warm, thick thighs of his, you miss the intensity of the adoration burning in golden depths as he coaxes you back to sleep.
—
The two of you are in bed, your cheek resting on his chest, his arm slung over your waist and knuckles brushing idly along your side, when Bokuto breaks the comfortable silence.
“Move in with me.”
You tense in his arms, heart skipping a beat. For a split second, you’re almost positive that you misheard him. “I-I’m sorry?” You push yourself up onto your elbow, turning your head so that you can look at him properly.
But Bokuto doesn’t miss a beat. “Move in with me,” he repeats, golden eyes bearing down on you.
The expression on your face is frozen halfway between disbelief and hysteria, and you’re staring at him, waiting for that stupid grin to break across his face, for him to laugh and tell you how ridiculous you look, because of course he’s joking.
He’s joking, right?
“Koutarou,” you begin slowly, “Wha- I don’t… Why would you want me to move in with you? We barely- I mean, we’re not…”
He shrugs his shoulders, “Why wouldn’t I? It makes sense. My place is bigger and nicer, and I like having you here with me. Feels right.”
It feels right??
“I-I can’t just move out of my apartment, Kou.”
His eyebrows knit together, and he huffs, “Why not? It’s a shitty apartment.”
“That’s not the point!” Knocking away the hand that reaches for you, you push yourself all the way up until you’re sitting properly. “I don’t want to move.”
Owlish eyes narrow, a flash of irritation sparking. “Why not? It makes perfect sense for you to move in here with me. You wouldn’t have to work at that stupid job anymore for one,” he huffs.
“Bokuto, I’m not going to quit my job,” you mutter. “We’ve talked about this.”
“Why, though?!” he explodes. “You don’t need the money, I’ve told you I can take care of you, whatever you want, baby, name it and it’s fucking yours. You don’t need to work and you don’t need that shitty little apartment!”
Like a crystal glass slipping from numb fingers, the fantasy you’ve convinced yourself you’ve been living shatters into a thousand jagged shards in the space of a single breath.
Oh, how naive you’ve been. How fucking stupid.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhale deeply, “Kou, that’s not-”
Strong fingers grip your jaw, and your eyes shoot open as he tugs your face back towards him. Your breath catches in your throat, heart hammering painfully against your ribs. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out, but it’s the intensity in his gaze as he stares at you, the blank expression-
“I love you.”
—
39 missed calls. 72 unread messages.
Flowers, bouquets of roses, peonies and chrysanthemums piled up by your door between boxes of chocolates and other gifts you won’t bring yourself to open.
Wide eyed, Misuzu gingerly steps over them, holding two steaming mugs in hand. “Holy fuck,” she murmurs, and for the first time since this stupid, awful mistake began, there’s not a trace of mirth to be found. “Y/N, I…”
But she doesn’t have the words, and you can’t blame her.
“He told me he loves me,” you sigh. “He asked me to move in with him and told me he loved me, and I grabbed my clothes and all but ran.” You still can’t get the image of Bokuto’s face out of your head, the raw, aching hurt swimming in his eyes as you all but stumbled over excuses in your haste to get out of there. But he didn’t lift a finger to stop you, didn’t say another word.
He just watched numbly, hunched over against the headboard as you fled.
There’s a short beat of silence between the two of you as she sets down the drinks and collapses into the chair beside you. “And… do you love him back?”
Exhaling loudly, you drop your face into your palms. “I-”
You like how he makes you feel beautiful, the filthy, wonderful praise he lavishes you in when the two of you sleep together, the way he touches you, fingers and mouth so eager to please as his cock fills you, inch by delicious inch.
You like being adored, treasured, and you liked Bo, but… you don’t love him.
That was never on the cards, that wasn’t what your relationship was.
Every line he ever crossed, every boundary he toed, you keep replaying them again and again over and over in your head like a never ending loop. You hadn’t even wanted this whole stupid sugar baby relationship to begin with, and every step of the way he was the one to coax you forward.
And you let him, swallowing down your doubts and your insecurities each and every time. You let him think that this was something else entirely…
How had you not seen this coming?
“No,” you admit.
The hand that takes yours is soft, and when you glance over with eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears, Misuzu squeezes it gently. “Then end it. Walk away.”
And with your head on her shoulder, her arms wrapped loosely around you, you type out a short message to Bokuto. No strings attached and no questions asked, you’d promised each other that much when you’d started this mess. You wonder if it still holds true.
I’m sorry. Clearly we were on different pages and want different things. I didn’t mean to lead you on or for things to go as far as they did, but I can’t do this with you anymore.
You send it and block his contact, and when the tears come and painful sobs rip their way free, Misuzu holds you tight and murmurs soft reassurances. It’ll pass, all breakups hurt.
—
A week after your ‘breakup’ you get a notification on your phone that money’s been transferred into your bank account.
For a moment, you think that maybe it’s an accident, a recurring transaction he’d simply forgotten to cancel (you doubt he’d even notice) until you click into the transaction itself.
It isn’t the sum itself that startles you - twice the usual amount - but the short note attached in the description.
I need to see you. Please.
You transfer the money right back into his account.
—
Without your weekly supplement from Bo, it doesn’t take long for you to come to the realisation that your current salary just barely covers rent and your bills, and if you want to eat anything other than two minute noodles in the foreseeable future, you’re going to need either more hours, or a second job.
Thankfully, the timing works out well. When you go to your boss with your most winning smile to try and convince her of your plight, she simply shrugs and agrees, having had to let one of the junior staff go only a few days before. The one catch being that instead of working a mix of morning and afternoon shifts with the occasional closing thrown in, you’re now exclusively on close, five nights a week, Tuesday through Saturday.
Mostly, it doesn’t bother you. The shifts are long and you always leave feeling aching, drained and barely human, but usually it’s quiet enough, and so long as you can get the last few lingering customers out early enough, the actual close runs pretty smoothly between you and the other staff.
It’s not what you really want to be doing, but you’ve learned to make the best of it. This is adult life, and for the first time since high school, you’re supporting yourself entirely. It might not be the greatest job in the world, and there are absolutely days when you just want to throw in the towel completely, but there is a slight pride to that fact. You don’t need anybody in your life to coddle or support you, you’re figuring this shit out as you go along.
You just wish, sometimes, that you could do that without having to work until the early hours of the morning.
On paper, the kitchen closes at midnight and the last customers are supposed to be out within half an hour of that. Then, between yourself and another server, you can usually get the restaurant tidied up and closed a little after one.
You knew right from the moment you clocked on that tonight wasn’t going to be one of those nights. The girl who’s supposed to be on close with you called in sick and your boss hasn’t bothered to replace her.
It’s not the first time you’ve had to close by yourself, but it’s still a pain, especially when the last few customers take forever to finish up and leave.
One of the kitchen staff offers to stay back, his bag slung over his shoulder, hand already on the door handle but you just shake your head with a tired smile.
“Nah, I can handle it. Thanks, though,”
To his credit, he doesn’t immediately take the offered out. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. See you tomorrow.”
Without any help, it takes almost twice as long for you to finish up, and it’s a little after two when you finally flick off the lights and lock the doors.
Your feet are killing you, and all you can think about is sinking into your bed at home, burrowing into your blankets and sleeping for a week straight-
“Hey, baby.”
Leaning against the hood of his car, arms folded across his broad chest and eyeing you with an unreadable expression, is Bokuto.
The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
There's nothing inherently threatening about him being here, but it’s the middle of the night, you haven’t seen him in almost two weeks and you don’t need to glance around to know that the car park’s empty. There’s nobody in sight.
Just you and him, and the few feet of distance separating you.
“K-kou, what are you… what are you doing here?”
He smiles at that, the way his name slips from your lips, but only for a fleeting second. It fades, and a cold, uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach.
“I missed you, y’know?” He pushes off the hood and takes a step towards you, “You didn’t call me.”
He’s always been bigger than you, towering over you looking like some Adonis with those rippling, powerful muscles of his. You used to like that strength, squealing in wicked delight when he’d hoist you up with a grin, hands gripping your thighs, squeezing your ass, your back shoved up against the wall so he could drive his cock deeper into ‘his pretty fuckin’ pussy’.
But that was then.
You’ve never been scared of his strength. Even that morning in the apartment, he didn’t lash out, didn’t scream or yell, he just… shut down. He wouldn’t hurt you, you know that.
That doesn’t stop you from skittering backwards like a frightened little bunny, your back hitting the wall.
The very moment you do, you watch as his eyes widen in surprise, hurt flashing for a split second-
-before they darken, his face twisting into a scowl, and you can’t escape the feeling you’ve made an awful mistake.
Dread creeps its way up your spine, tightening like a vice around your chest, making it hard to breathe. Your brain is screaming at you to run, adrenaline surging through your veins, but even as your heart races and your breathing spikes, you can’t seem to move your legs.
It wouldn’t make a difference even if you could - with your back up against the literal wall, Bokuto and his car blocking your only escape route, you’re trapped; a fact that hasn’t escaped either of you.
Paralysed in fear, you can’t so much as twitch as he takes another slow, calculated step forward.
Desperately, you open your mouth - to try and placate him? To apologise? Scream for help? - but all that escapes is his name in a choked, breathless whisper.
“Bokuto…”
As he stares at you, he almost looks regretful.
Almost, if not for the grim determination resolving like steel in those golden eyes of his. “I love you, and I know you love me, too,” he says, closing the gap between you. “I’m doing this for us, baby.”
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longing -- suna rintarou x reader
college!au, tw alcohol use, lil bit of fluff, lil bit of angst, some smut at the end because I can’t fucking help myself 🥴 (oral -- m and f receiving, choking, creampie, cockwarming hnnff)
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“Hey, ‘Samu, I gotta go lie down.” You had to practically yell to hear yourself over the music blaring from the speakers. Osamu was less than two feet from you, but you might as well have been yelling from a mile away.
“Huh?”
“I said I gotta go—fuck! Where’s your room?” You had to speak directly into his ear to make yourself understood; Osamu leaned in close to respond to you.
You hadn’t had that much to drink, but the atmosphere of the party was wearing you down. The insanely loud music and the crush of so many sweaty bodies were starting to give you a headache, and you were in desperate need of a quiet place to recharge. Most of the people were crowded into the living areas of the house, so you decided to escape to your friend’s upstairs bedroom to catch your breath.
You shut his door behind you, muffling the sounds of the party downstairs, and laid down on the bed, closing your eyes. Even here, you could feel the bass pounding in your head.
The door opened then, but when you lifted your head to look, it wasn’t Osamu standing in the room. You groaned; you definitely were not in the mood to deal with a random guy.
“Can I help you?” you asked in a hard voice, sitting up to look at him better.
“Can I help you?” he replied, utterly deadpan. He walked over to the desk in the corner and plugged his phone into a charger, his back facing you. “You’re in my room.”
“What? This is Osamu’s room.”
“’Samu’s room is the last door on the left. This is the last one on the right.” He turned around to look at you, his expression indifferent.
Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake, quickly hopping off his bed. “I’m so sorry! I must have misheard him. I just needed to get away from there,” you explained, gesturing towards the door.
He smirked at you. “Too much to drink?”
“No, there are just too many people down there, felt like I couldn’t breathe.”
His expression softened at your words. “Yeah, that’s why I came up here, too.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then,” you said, moving towards the door.
“You’re Osamu and Atsumu’s friend, right?” he said, stopping you. “They said one of their old friends was gonna come over tonight.”
Your hand dropped from the doorknob as you nodded, telling him your name.
“I’m Suna,” he said.
“Oh! You went to high school with them, right? They’ve told me about you.”
“Nothing good, I bet,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a grin.
“Almost all good things,” you responded truthfully.
“’Almost’”, he repeated, a low laugh escaping him. Suna watched you for a moment, looking as if he was thinking about something. “You can hang out here, if you want,” he said, motioning for you to sit back on the bed as he pulled out his desk chair. “As long as you don’t puke on anything.”
“I told you, I didn’t drink that much!” you huffed, but you sat down all the same. You had wanted to get away from all the noisy people downstairs, but this guy seemed laidback enough that he wouldn’t make your headache worse; besides, you were interested in talking to someone who had known the twins in high school.
Suna put on a playlist from his phone, setting the volume just loud enough to block out the house music blasting from downstairs. “You’ve known them a while, yeah?”
You nodded. “Since we were kids, but I didn’t go to Inarizaki with them.”
“Good call.”
“They’re not that bad!” you laughed. “Don’t tell them this, but I actually missed seeing them every day, so it’s nice that we ended up going to the same university.”
“Maybe I will tell them that, then they’ll spend more time harassing you instead of me.”
“Don’t you dare.”
You both laughed then, before falling into an easy silence. You shifted to get more comfortable on his bed, crossing your legs underneath you.
“Do you not like parties?” you asked.
“They’re alright,” he said, rubbing at his eyes. “I’m not too crazy about having ten thousand strangers in my house, though.”
You hummed in agreement, nodding your head. “Yeah, what’s fun about having random drunk people sweating all over you? I’d rather just hang out with a few friends, ya know?”
He snorted. “Hopefully it’ll be more like that in the future, but Atsumu really wanted to throw a big party for the start of the semester.”
You couldn’t help rolling your eyes. “He just wanted to introduce himself to as many girls as possible.”
“Yeah, that was his not-so-secret motive.”
There was another pause. Suna scrolled through his phone, searching for something.
“You wanna see some embarrassing photos of the twins?”
“Yes, absolutely I do.”
He grinned, unplugging his phone to come sit next to you on the bed. He leaned in close, tilting his screen so you could see it. “Oh, here’s a good one,” he said, trying to suppress a smile as he showed you a picture of Osamu lying face down on the ground. “He tripped when we were jogging, completely ate shit.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the image, especially with Atsumu in the foreground holding up a peace sign over his brother’s body.
Most of the photos were of the two of them fighting; having grown up with the twins, it was a little comforting to see that they acted the same around their new friends as they always had with you. You felt somewhat nostalgic at the thought.
Suna paused on a closeup photo of Atsumu, his eyes red and puffy as he tried to swat the camera away. “Ah, this was after he got rejected by a girl and he swore he wasn’t crying.”
“Oh my god, I totally remember that day!” you said, laughing hard. “’Samu called me, begging me to talk some sense into ’Tsumu because he kept whining about being turned down.”
“Seriously? God, knowing that makes this so much better,” Suna said, a crooked grin on his face.
“Please don’t tell him I told you that.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
He showed you nearly three years’ worth of pictures, pausing at the memorable ones to tell you the stories behind them. It was easy talking to him; you felt able to laugh naturally and relax around him despite being strangers, something that you weren’t able to do with most people you just met.
You didn’t realize how long you and Suna had been talking until you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket; seeing that it was a call from Osamu, you answered it.
“Y/n, did you leave?”
You were surprised by the panicky note in his voice. “No, I told you I was going upstairs.”
“Yeah? Well where the fuck are ya, ’cause I’m standing in my room and you’re not in here.”
“I’m in Suna’s room—”
Before you could finish your sentence, you heard footsteps stomp across the hall and the door flew open.
“What the hell are ya doing in here?” Osamu asked, still holding his phone up to his cheek.
“We’re fucking, obviously,” Suna deadpanned. You giggled, but Osamu didn’t look amused.
“I got the rooms mixed up, ’Samu,” you explained, getting up off the bed. “Suna’s just been telling me about your time in high school.”
“Oh, great,” Osamu said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s late, you want me to walk ya back to your dorm?”
“Can you even walk, or are you too drunk?”
“It’s Atsumu you should be worried about. He fell asleep on the couch downstairs.”
“Why does that not surprise me,” you laughed. You made your way over to Osamu, turning at the door to address Suna. “It was nice talking to you, I guess I’ll see you around.”
He was scrolling through his phone again, only giving you a brief disinterested glance. “Yeah, see you.”
--
You poked your head into Osamu’s room, only to find that it was empty. It was a little disappointing; you had been hoping to hang out with him for a bit, since you hadn’t had time to see much of him that week, but if he wasn’t around there was nothing to be done about it. The book you had borrowed from him a few weeks ago was already in your hand, so you placed it on his desk and turned to leave.
Stepping back into the hallway, you noticed that the door across from Osamu’s was open. You casually glanced inside as you walked past, catching Suna’s eye from where he sat in front of his laptop.
“Hey,” you said, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hey,” he parroted as he took his headphones off his ears.
“I came by to return a book that Osamu lent me, but I guess he’s not around.”
“I think he’s meeting with a professor.”
“Ah.” You fell silent, and Suna turned his attention back to his laptop. “What are you reading?” you asked.
He looked up again, his expression a little sheepish. “You’re gonna think it’s boring.”
“Try me.”
He sighed. “It’s an article analyzing the influence of Shakespeare’s histories on English nationalism.”
Your face brightened as you spoke. “That was published last week, right? I bookmarked that so I could read it when I got the chance.”
Suna looked surprised at your response, his eyes widening slightly. “It’s pretty interesting so far.”
“I have to say, though, you didn’t strike me as the type to be into that kind of stuff,” you said, just a hint of a teasing tone in your voice.
His expression was blank again as he responded, “Well, I am a literature major.”
“So am I!” you said, smiling at him as you walked into his room and leaned against his desk. “I don’t think we have any classes together, though.”
“It’s a big school.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” You paused, thinking of a way to keep the conversation going. “What’s your favorite Shakespeare play?”
Suna glanced up at the ceiling, bottom lip rolling between his teeth as he thought. “I guess I’d say Hamlet. There’s just so much shit going on.”
“Ah, so you love the drama of it all,” you laughed. “I think it’s a tie between Hamlet and Macbeth for me. The twist at the end is just—” you cut yourself off to do a chef’s kiss, prompting Suna to laugh a little.
“‘Macduff was from his mother’s womb untimely ripped’, such a raw line.”
“Yes, exactly!” You were beaming at him, happy to learn that you shared a common interest. Over the course of the last few weeks since you first met Suna, you hadn’t had much of a chance to get to know him, despite him being your best friends’ roommate. He usually kept to himself, and on the few occasions when he joined you and the twins to play video games or get dinner together, he didn’t talk much. He seemed like a naturally reserved person, and as you remembered this, you felt a small pang of guilt for disturbing him.
“Well, I’ll let you finish that article,” you said, getting off his desk and making for the door.
His voice stopped you before you could leave. “You can hang out here until Osamu gets back, if you want.” You turned to face him, a little surprised.
“You sure? I don’t wanna bother you.”
“You’re not bothering me,” he said. “I can finish this whenever.”
You couldn’t help but smile, feeling like this was a rare invitation coming from him. Your heart beat a little faster at the thought.
“Have you ever seen ‘Scotland, PA’?” you asked.
“Nope.”
“It’s an adaptation of Macbeth that takes place in a fast food restaurant.”
“Yeah?” he snorted, a grin appearing on his face. “You wanna watch it?” Before you could answer, he was unplugging his headphones and bringing his laptop over to you.
“Sure, if you want to,” you told him, feeling like you were really lucking out.
Suna sat on the floor at the foot of his bed, patting the spot at his side as he started searching for the movie. You sat down next to him, careful to leave a space between you.
When you watched movies with Atsumu and Osamu, their incessant talking usually got on your nerves pretty quickly, but you found that you didn’t mind listening to Suna’s comments. Watching the film together seemed to make any lingering awkwardness between you two disappear, and before long you were laughing and leaning into each other.
“Oh, I hate this part!” you groaned when you reached a certain scene, turning to press your face into Suna’s shoulder.
“Jesus, that’s fucked up,” he chuckled, grimacing as Duncan’s character fell face-first into a deep fryer.
“Then why are you laughing!” you said, lifting your head, but you couldn’t keep your own laughter from bubbling up in your chest. Suna gave you a crooked grin, your reaction only making him laugh harder.
“Oi, Sunarin! You got a girl in there or something?” Osamu’s voice floated in through the open door, his head appearing a moment later. His eyes widened when he spotted you. “What the hell are ya doin’ here?”
“Hello to you, too, ’Samu,” you said dryly. “I came here to return your book, but you were too busy to see me, I guess.”
“Took ya long enough,” he grumbled, but he grinned at you all the same. “I’m starving, you wanna grab something to eat?”
“Yeah, later,” you said, turning to look at Suna. “There’s still a bit left in this movie, you wanna finish it now?”
“Yeah,” he replied, a little surprised that you’d postpone hanging out with your friend to finish the movie with him.
“Ugh, fiiiine,” Osamu groaned, rolling his eyes at you, “guess I’ll go shower, then. But don’t take too long, I’m so fuckin’ hungry.”
--
“Maaaan, I can’t wait until this semester’s over,” Atsumu sighed. “I feel like it’s draggin’ by.”
“Yeah, it’ll be nice to go home for break.”
The two of you were standing on a patch of grass outside the gym, passing a volleyball back and forth. It was chilly, your breath coming out in silvery puffs, but after spending most of your time inside studying for the past week, you had both wanted to get some fresh air.
“I just know I’m gonna fail my bio final.”
“You’ll be fine, ’Tsumu,” you chuckled as you bumped the ball back to him. “You’ve been studying more in the last few days than I’ve seen you do in your entire life.”
“Hey, I studied in high school!” he huffed, his face contorting in mock annoyance as he set the ball. “Just ask Suna!”
The mention of his roommate’s name made your stomach flutter, causing you to mess up the course of the ball.
Atsumu quickly stepped to the side to get under it, giving you a nice, high set in return. “Jeez, you’ve really let your skills slip, huh?” he teased, grinning at you.
“Shut up, piss head.” Your cheeks were already pink from the cold, but you felt them heating up.
“Why don’t you play anymore anyway? I’m pretty sure there’s a women’s club on campus.”
You shrugged as you responded. “I don’t know, I don’t think I’m good enough to play for a college team.”
“Bullshit.”
You heaved a sigh. “Fine. I just think it’d be weird to play on a new team. I liked my old team, ya know? All my good memories are of them, I don’t think it would be fun to have to learn a whole new dynamic with new people. I’d feel like I was… I don’t know, like I was cheating on them or something.”
Atsumu looked at you like you’d just told him the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “That’s still bullshit.”
“Well I don’t expect you to understand, you freak. You wouldn’t care who your teammates are, as long as you get to play volleyball.” You gave him a smile as you passed him the ball. “I still have fun playing with you and ’Samu, though.”
“You better. If that ever changed, I’d have to rethink this whole friendship.”
You both laughed, but a part of you wondered how serious he really was.
“Fuck, okay my fingers are actually starting to go numb. Can we go inside now?” you asked, shoving your bright red hands into your jacket pockets.
“Yeah, you wanna grab some dinner?”
“Definitely.”
The two of you set off for the campus dining hall, huddled close together for warmth. The sun was just beginning to set, making the bare trees cast long, spindly shadows on the path in front of you. You quickened your pace, shivering a little.
The dining hall was just beginning to fill up; you and Atsumu managed to grab a table near the back of the room before all the spots were taken. You wrapped your freezing hands around your bowl of soup, savoring the warmth. Atsumu wasted no time digging into his own meal.
“You might wanna wipe that rice off your face, ’Tsumu,” you told him in a low voice, “that girl over there is checking you out.”
“Huh?” he asked, his mouth full. His eyes glanced over to the direction where you were tilting your head. “Eh, whatever.”
You rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face. “You still hooking up with that girl from your stats class?”
“Yeah, I actually really like her,” he said, swallowing a massive bite of food. “She’s sweet, and funny. And she’s really good at—”
“Stop,” you said, holding up a hand. “I really don’t wanna know.”
He smirked at you. “I was gonna say helping me study. Jeez, what were you thinking about?”
You bit your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you smile.
“What about you? You been seeing anyone?”
“You know damn well the only guys I hang out with are you and ’Samu.”
“And Suna,” he added. You took a big gulp of your soup so you wouldn’t have to say anything in response. He was right, though; lately you had been spending more time with Suna, even without the twins around. “I’m kinda surprised at Suna, actually,” Atsumu continued.
“What, that he’s hanging out with me?”
“No, that he’s not hanging out with any other girls.”
Your brow furrowed a little. You had assumed that Suna got around; he was handsome, after all, and he had that mysterious, reticent personality that most girls went crazy for.
“I mean, back in high school he was kinda known for just having a ton of hookups. I figured he’d keep that up in college. I don’t know, maybe he’s too busy now,” Atsumu mused.
You mulled it over in your head. It seemed to you like Suna had more free time now than he would have had in high school; almost every time you stopped by their house, he was either in his room reading or listening to music, or else playing games with the twins. You were pretty sure he could have fit in a hookup or two if he wanted.
“Maybe he just wants to focus on his classes,” you offered, but it didn’t sound realistic even as you said it.
Atsumu snorted. “Yeah, like he’s gonna trade pussy for his GPA.”
“Charming, ’Tsumu,” you sighed. “It’s not really any of our business what Suna gets up to, though.”
“I’m just saying, it’s a little weird for him.” Atsumu’s arm stretched out to steal some food from your tray. “Maybe he’s met someone he really likes.”
His words made your stomach turn over, but you weren’t entirely sure why.
--
A few days into the spring semester, both Atsumu and Osamu came down with nasty colds. By the time the weekend rolled around, they were completely incapacitated, unable to do anything but huddle up together on the couch, sniffling sadly.
You had taken pity on your friends, so on Saturday night (after receiving several dramatic texts from Atsumu that he was dying), you decided to go over to their house to cook them dinner. The twins were curled up on the couch watching a movie, wrapped in thick blankets with used tissues scattered around the coffee table in front of them. From where you stood in the kitchen prepping ingredients, you had a clear view of them over the counter; the sight of them looking so sorry for themselves reminded you of all the times you had gone over their house to keep them company when they got sick as kids. You smiled to yourself, thinking of those fond memories.
“Y/n,” Atsumu whined from the living room, his blanket pulled up over the top of his head. “I don’t feel good.”
“I know, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Out of the corner of your eye you saw him tighten the blanket around himself, a dopey grin on his face. “Y/n called me ‘baby’,” he said happily.
“Simp,” Osamu muttered under his breath.
Atsumu stuck a leg out from under his blanket to kick his brother. “Don’t be jealous, you scrub!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at them; their usual bickering sounded especially cute when their voices were so congested.
“Even when you’re sick you guys can’t shut up.” Suna had come downstairs, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.
“Sunarin! Are you finally gonna hang out with us?” Atsumu asked excitedly.
“Absolutely not. I don’t wanna catch whatever weird disease you guys have—”
“You make us sound so disgusting,” Osamu grumbled.
“I just came down to get food,” Suna continued, grabbing a Cup Noodle from the cupboard.
“Oh no you’re not,” you said, snatching it out of his hands. “I’m making dinner for you guys.”
Suna’s eyes widened a little in surprise, but he didn’t object. Instead, he leaned back against the counter, watching as you dried the vegetables.
“Suna, could you chop up the mushrooms for me?” you asked. “Oh, but wash your hands first, please!”
Without saying a word, he did as you asked. You could hear Atsumu snickering from the couch.
“Talk about a simp. Y/n actually got Sunarin to help out in the kitchen,” he said, smirking. Suna balled up the paper towel he was using to dry his hands and chucked it at Atsumu’s head.
“You’ve got snot dripping down your face, dude.”
“Shut up!” Atsumu cried, sniffling as he burrowed deeper into his blanket.
With Suna’s help, prepping the ingredients went twice as fast. You expected him to leave the kitchen once it was done, but to your surprise he stayed, leaning against the counter again to watch you as you cooked. Occasionally he asked you a question about what you were doing.
“The chicken takes a little longer to cook than the veggies, so I’m adding that to the broth first,” you explained. “The order you add things affects the flavor, too.”
“How many times have I offered to teach ya to cook, Sunarin?” Osamu called from the other room. “Guess ya only wanna learn when Y/n’s doin’ the teaching.”
Suna glared at him over his shoulder before turning his attention back to what you were doing. “I didn’t really have to know how before.”
“It’s never too late to learn,” you reassured him.
“Nothin’ sexier than a man who knows how to cook!” Osamu yelled, grinning. Suna ignored him, but you noticed the tips of his ears turning pink.
When the food was nearly done, you asked Osamu to clear a space on the coffee table. With Suna’s help, you carried over the meal you had cooked together, setting down the steaming bowls of soup, rice, and vegetables in front of the twins.
“My nose is all stuffed up, but this still smells so good,” Atsumu said, eyes closed as he sniffed the air.
“Yeah, your cooking’s always the best, Y/n,” Osamu agreed as he reached out with both hands for a bowl of soup.
“Oh, I picked up your favorite tea on the way over here, too,” you said, going back to the kitchen.
“What?! You really are the best!” Atsumu wailed. You walked back into the living room, carrying two mugs in each hand. “What did we ever do to deserve you?”
“It’s a mystery to me,” you replied, but the smile on your face was gentle as you handed the twins their tea. You passed the third mug to Suna, and the look he gave you was nothing short of tender as you sat next to him on the floor. The sight of it made your heart pound in your chest.
When you had all finished eating, you and Suna carried the dishes back to the kitchen while the twins dozed on the couch. After packing up the leftovers, you started washing the dishes and cooking pots, with Suna drying and putting them away.
“Thanks for making dinner for us,” he said quietly, not making eye contact with you.
“Of course,” you said, offering him a smile. “I don’t mind doing it.”
“You must really like those two idiots, if you’re willing to do so much for them.”
You looked over the counter into the living room where the twins were passed out on the couch. Osamu was curled up on his side, his head leaning against the armrest and blanket tucked up tight around him; Atsumu had his head thrown back, mouth hanging open as he snored softly. The sight of them sleeping so peacefully made a feeling of warmth spread throughout your chest.
“I’ve known them since we were three,” you told Suna, gaze still pointed towards the twins. “They’re like brothers to me.” You paused for a moment, thinking, before turning your attention back to the dishes in the sink. “I think it’s normal to want to do things for the people you care about.”
You caught Suna’s eye as you looked up to pass him a freshly-washed plate. He was staring at you intently, brows slightly furrowed, but you couldn’t quite name the expression on his face.
--
It came as no surprise when, a few days after taking care of the twins, you came down with a bad cold of your own. You managed to suffer through your classes and had just returned to your room to sleep for the rest of the day when, less than five minutes after changing into your pajamas and climbing into bed, there was a knock at your door.
“It’s open,” you called out, thinking it was one of the girls from your floor coming to check on you.
When Suna stepped into your room, you nearly fell in your haste to jump out of bed.
“Sorry, was I not supposed to come in?” he asked as you disentangled yourself from the blankets.
“No, I just wasn’t expecting it to be you,” you told him. You grabbed a hoodie from your closet and quickly pulled it on over your tank top, attempting to hide the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra.
“Oh,” was all he said. The two of you stood there staring at each other awkwardly for a moment, before you noticed the bag he was holding in his hand.
“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at it.
Suna blinked as if he had suddenly remembered why he was there. “The guys told me you weren’t feeling well,” he said, setting the bag down on your desk and pulling a container out of it, “so I thought I’d bring you some soup.” His voice got softer at the end, and you noticed a slight blush on his cheeks as he held it out to you.
He must have made it and immediately brought it over to your dorm, because the container was still hot to the touch. You struggled to keep your lower lip from shaking at the sheer thoughtfulness of it. “That’s really sweet, Suna. Thank you.”
“It’s probably not nearly as good as yours, but…” his voice trailed off. He scratched at the back of his head, the blush deepening on his face. “I tried to do what you showed me the other night.”
“Do you wanna have some with me?” you asked, but you were already taking down two bowls from the shelf above your desk and pouring out a serving for each of you, before putting the rest in your mini fridge. You ate a spoonful, eyes closing as you savored the taste. “Mmm, this is really good, Sunarin!” you smiled at him.
“It’s not bad,” he said, grinning a little bit.
“It’s really good for your first try!” you pressed on. “You know, if you want more practice, you can cook for me anytime.”
He snorted. “Yeah, that’d be a pretty sweet deal for you. But what would I get out of it?”
“Duh, you’d get to spend more time with me.”
“Oh, then pass.”
“Suna!” You pretended to pout, earning a genuine laugh from him. It felt good to joke around with him again, after not being in contact with him at all over the winter break.
“Do you wanna hang out for a bit?” he asked when you had finished eating, setting his empty bowl on your desk. “Or were you just planning on sleeping for the rest of the day?”
You were a little taken aback at his question, since he had gone out of his way to avoid Atsumu and Osamu when they were sick. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll catch whatever I have?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “If I was gonna catch it, I would have caught it from Thing 1 and Thing 2 already.” His expression faltered a little. “We don’t have to if you don’t want—”
“No, I do!” you said, a little too quickly in your eagerness to not let this chance slip through your fingers. “I just don’t want to get you sick, that’s all.”
“I’ll be fine.” Suna rolled his eyes, smiling. “You wanna watch a movie? I’ll let you choose, since you’re sick.”
“Oh, how magnanimous of you,” you teased as you carried your laptop over to your bed. You sat down, propped up against the pillows, and shifted to the side so Suna could sit next to you. “Can we watch ‘The Devil Wears Prada’?”
“Sure.”
“I feel like you’d kin Miranda Priestly.”
“I will leave this room, right now,” he threatened, beginning to stand up.
“No, no! I was only joking!” you laughed, grabbing his arm and pulling him back down. He rubbed at his face, but you could see his slight smile hidden behind his hand.
The movie was almost over before Suna realized that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. When he first felt your head lean against him, the pounding of his heart had prevented him from daring to look at your face, but after several of his comments had gone ignored, he finally peered down at you, surprised to see your eyes closed. When the credits rolled, he had intended to get up and let you rest, but when he tried to move, your body shifted to turn towards him, an arm reaching out to wrap around his torso.
“Rin,” you murmured in your sleep, and the sound of your voice saying his name caused all of his resolve to disappear.
With you sleeping so peacefully, your warm body pressed up against his, Suna couldn’t bring himself to risk accidentally waking you up. The sun had already set, making your room dark and cozy, and so he figured he could wait there for a little bit until you woke up from your nap. Lifting one of his arms to put it around your shoulders, he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, sunlight was streaming in through the window. He blinked blearily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His movements prompted you to wake up, your gaze slowly focusing to find yourself leaning on his chest like a pillow.
“Guess we were both more tired than we thought,” he said, his voice raspy from sleep.
“Mmph,” you mumbled, noticing a damp spot on his shirt from where you had drooled on him. God, how embarrassing.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, shifting to look down at you.
“A little better,” you said. Sitting up properly, you rubbed at your face, attempting to hide your blush from him. “Sorry that I fell asleep on you.”
“It’s okay,” he said, smiling a little before his face shifted into a more teasing expression. “Did you know that you mumble in your sleep?”
You groaned, hiding your face in your hands even more. “Yeah, I’m aware.”
“It’s kinda cute.”
“Please don’t make fun of me this early in the morning.”
Suna pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. “Ugh… I’ve got class at 9:45. I gotta go home to shower and get ready before then.” He stood up and stretched his arms over his head. You lowered your hands from your face just in time to catch a glimpse of his toned stomach as his shirt lifted up; the sight of it made your cheeks burn anew, your head turning quickly so he wouldn’t notice you staring.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Y/n,” he said, putting on his coat.
“Thanks again for coming over,” you said, forcing yourself to look him in the eye.
He grinned a little sheepishly as he made his way to the door. “Well, ya know… you gotta do things for the people you care about.”
--
Stepping out into the brisk early springtime air, you spotted a familiar head of dark hair a few yards in front of you.
“Hey, Sunarin!” you called out, waving at him when he turned around. He stopped walking to allow you to catch up with him. “Are you done with class for the day?”
“Yeah, but I’ve got practice.”
“Mind if I walk with you?”
He didn’t respond, but the slight shrug of his shoulders as he took off again told you that he wasn’t bothered by your company. You walked side by side, your hands brushing against each other’s occasionally, each brief contact setting off butterflies in your stomach. If it had any effect on Suna, he didn’t let it show.
“Have you thought about what classes you’re gonna take next semester?” you asked.
“Not really,” he said. “Why, you gonna start stalking me?” he added, lips quirking up into a grin.
“Just making conversation,” you grumbled, turning your face so he wouldn’t see your blush.
“Y/n!”
You looked up in the direction the voice came from to see a guy from one of your classes making his way over to you. You greeted him politely, and he launched into a conversation about the latest paper you had been assigned, falling into step beside you.
“Are you doing anything now? You wanna go get dinner with me?” he asked eventually.
“Oh, I can’t, actually,” you told him. “I have plans with a friend tonight.”
His face fell a little, but he quickly bounced back. “That’s alright, some other time maybe.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you know what you’re doing for spring break yet?”
“I’m not really sure, I’ll probably just stay on campus,” you said.
“Oh, me too!” he said, grinning at you. “Maybe we could get together then.”
You had reached a branch in the path, and he turned right to continue towards the dining hall.
“See ya around!” he said with a wave.
You waved back, noticing that Suna’s eyes lingered on the other guy’s back as he walked away.
“That dude likes you,” he said in a deadpan voice.
“Huh?”
“He was trying to ask you out, dumbass.”
“What? No he wasn’t. I don’t think he’d do that in front of you.”
“Well, if he asks you again you should say yes.” Suna was smirking at you, but his voice was devoid of any emotion.
His words pricked at your heart, making your chest feel tight. The idea of him encouraging you to go out with someone else was a little upsetting. You turned your head away from him.
“Yeah, maybe,” you said absentmindedly. In truth, you had no interest in going out with that other guy, but Suna’s comment had left you unsure of what to say.
His brows creased a bit. Turning back to look at him, you saw that his gaze was significantly colder than it had been before. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong, but he cut you off before you could.
“I’m gonna be late for practice,” he said flatly, walking off quickly and leaving you to stand alone on the path.
--
After that day, things between you and Suna were different. He was suddenly making himself even more scarce than usual, and during the few times when you managed to see him, he was quieter than before. You couldn’t think of what would make him act so coldly towards you, and the possible explanations you came up with in your mind only made you feel worse.
You were waiting outside the gym one evening for Atsumu and Suna to get out of practice. When you saw them walking out the door you went over to greet them, handing over the bag of pork buns you had picked up at the convenience store.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Atsumu said, gratefully accepting the food you offered him; Suna, however, stepped away before you could pass it to him.
“Sorry, I’ve got stuff to do,” he said cryptically before turning from you.
“We were planning on playing Smash later, are you gonna be around?” you asked.
“Probably not,” was all he said, waving one hand over his shoulder as he walked away.
Stung, you turned to Atsumu. “Suna’s been avoiding me, right? I haven’t been imagining that?”
Mouth full of pork bun, he shook his head. Swallowing thickly, he said, “Nope, he’s definitely been MIA lately. I don’t know why, though.” Seeing the way you bit your lower lip in worry, he was quick to speak again. “I’m sure it’s got nothin’ to do with you! Sunarin’s probably just busy.”
“Do you think he’s seeing someone?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.
“Nah, if he was I’d know about it. He’s never brought anyone back to the house.” He crammed half a pork bun into his mouth, struggling to chew it. “Honestly, he might just be a little homesick.”
“What?” It was hard to imagine someone like Suna being homesick; considering he spent so much time on his own, you didn’t think of him as the type of person to miss anyone.
“I mean, he told me he’s goin’ home for spring break to spend time with his sister,” Atsumu explained. “He must really miss her.”
You couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the news. A part of you had hoped that Suna’s avoidance of you actually was due to his busy schedule, and you had been looking forward to your spring break as the perfect opportunity to get some quality time with him. The fact that he wasn’t going to be there confirmed your doubts, proving, in your mind at least, that he really didn’t want to be around you anymore.
“You got any more of these?” Atsumu’s voice brought you out of your own thoughts.
“Yeah, here,” you said, giving him the bag of pork buns intended for Suna.
He continued chattering the whole walk back to the house, but you hardly processed a word. You were too busy wondering about what you could have possibly done to make Suna no longer want to be your friend.
--
It had been several weeks since you had spent any time with Suna, aside from the brief moments when you saw each other at the house when you were visiting the twins, but he always gave an excuse as to why he couldn’t hang around. You knew he was a private person, but his sudden avoidance of you hurt twice as much after he had seemed to be getting more comfortable around you. Several times you had texted him to ask if he wanted to get food with you or watch a movie together, but he either claimed he was too busy with classes, or ignored you altogether. Eventually, you gave up trying to contact him.
But that didn’t stop your heart from fluttering when you did see him in person. You found yourself living for the moments when you would be sitting in the living room with Osamu or Atsumu, and Suna would come downstairs, giving you a quick nod before rushing out the door; or when you would be hanging out in Osamu’s room and Suna would walk down the hallway, locking eyes with you for half a second before going into his own room and shutting the door behind him. Each time you hoped he would stop and actually say something to you, and each time you were left disappointed.
So it came as a surprise when, one day when you and Osamu were in his kitchen making onigiri together, Suna came downstairs and actually lingered for a bit, even after spotting you. Not wanting to scare him off, you bit your tongue as he sat on the counter, watching you form the rice balls with your hands.
“Those look good,” he said; you weren’t sure if he was addressing you or Osamu.
“Here,” Osamu said, putting some on a plate and passing it to his friend. “You headin’ out soon?”
Suna nodded, his mouth full of rice. “Yeah, I’ve gotta meet with my advisor.”
“We’re going out to eat later, you should come. You haven’t hung out with us in a while.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve been kinda flakey lately,” he said, his tone apologetic.
You couldn’t help yourself. Looking him in the eye, you spoke. “We’ve missed you, Rintarou. It’s not as fun without you around.”
“Gee, thanks,” Osamu muttered, but you hardly heard him. For the first time in weeks, Suna was looking directly at you, his gaze almost soft.
“Can’t imagine how rough it must be for you to have to spend time with these two goons,” he said, grinning.
“I’m standing right here, man,” Osamu said, his voice sounding only slightly annoyed.
You laughed, and to your amazement Suna returned it. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs, hopeful that this awkward tension between you two was finally over.
“Text me when you guys are leaving, okay?” he said, hopping down off the counter and making for the front door. “I’ll meet you there.”
You couldn’t keep the giddy smile off your face even after he left. The thought of spending time with him again was almost too much for you.
“I wish you guys would just fuckin’ kiss already,” Osamu griped, his hands still deftly forming perfectly-shaped onigiri.
“Huh?!” you spluttered, nearly choking as his words sank in. “Who?”
“You and Sunarin, you clown. Do ya have any idea how painful it’s been watchin’ you two idiots for the past few months? Jesus, even ’Tsumu noticed.”
“Noticed what?”
“That you guys like each other!”
“I don’t—wha—,” you fumbled over your words, not entirely sure what to say. “Suna doesn’t like me!”
“Uh huh, yeah, okay. Y/n, the man made you a whole-ass pot of soup when you were sick. I’ve known him for years and he won’t even let me borrow his phone charger.”
“If he likes me, then why has he spent the last two months completely ignoring me?”
“Because Rintarou has the emotional intelligence of a fuckin’ cantaloupe.” Osamu finally turned to look at you, his hands resting on his hips. “Look, he’s never actually liked someone before—not for real, anyway—so I don’t think he knows what to do about you. He’s never gonna fess up and tell you how he feels, so his next best option is to just avoid you entirely. But he’s been missing you, real bad. I can tell.”
“So I’m supposed to be the one to tell him?”
Osamu smirked at you. “So you actually like him?”
You paused for a moment, sucking in a breath. “Yeah, I like him.”
It was the first time you had admitted it even to yourself. A wave of relief immediately washed over you, as if you had been holding onto a secret that you no longer had to hide.
Ignoring the blush you felt creeping onto your face, you forced yourself to look at your friend.
“But isn’t that weird for you? I mean, we’re your best friends, would you really be okay with it if we started dating?”
Osamu glanced up as he thought about it, taking in a deep breath and exhaling loudly. “It’d be a little weird at first, but I’d get used to it. But it doesn’t matter how I feel about it.” He looked back down at you. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”
“’Samu,” you wailed, “you’re gonna make me cry.”
“So, you gonna tell him or what?”
“I don’t know… what if he doesn’t feel that way about me?”
“He definitely does.”
“Well, maybe it’s just not a good idea for us to date… I mean, neither of us has ever been in a real relationship before, what if we just crash and burn?”
Osamu took in another deep breath, looking as if he was preparing himself for something unpleasant. “Look, you know I’m not a sappy guy, and I feel gross even saying this, but honestly, you and Rintarou are two of the most compatible people I’ve ever met. Even I can see how cute you guys are together. You’d be stupid not to date him.”
“Seriously, ’Samu, you’re actually gonna make me cry.”
“Whatever,” he said, turning back to make more onigiri. “Just hurry up and confess already, I miss hangin’ out with my friends.”
--
You waited until Atsumu and Osamu were out of the house; that way, if things didn’t go well, you could quietly slip away to collect your dignity without having to answer any questions from them first.
You stood in Suna’s doorway, heart pounding furiously in your chest as you steeled yourself for what you were about to do. He was sitting on his bed with his headphones on, looking at something on his laptop, but when you knocked on the door frame he glanced up, noticing you for the first time.
“Hey, Rintarou,” you said, your voice a little shaky. “Can we talk?”
He took his headphones off and shut his laptop, setting it to the side and scooting forward to sit on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, of course. What’s up?”
Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you stepped into his room and sat down next to him. He was looking at you intently, a small crease between his brows. You glanced down at your lap, fingers twisting nervously, before looking at his face again. If you weren’t honest with him now, you never would be.
“I like you,” you said bluntly, “more than just a friend.” Suna’s lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way,” you continued, really struggling now to hold his gaze. “I just… I had to tell you. And I’m sorry if that makes things weird between us, that’s not what I want. Your friendship means a lot to me and I don’t want to lose that, so even if you don’t—”
“Y/n.”
Your words caught in your throat, afraid of what he was about to say.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice was impossibly soft, the question sounding so delicate as it fell past his lips.
You could have sworn your heart stopped beating for a moment. You nodded your head. “Yes.”
Suna’s hand reached up to cup your cheek before he leaned in, agonizingly slowly, to press his mouth to yours. His lips were so soft, his touch incredibly gentle. Placing both hands on the back of his neck, you melted into him, sighing as his other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you in closer. You could feel him grinning against your lips just before he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
“I like you, too,” he said softly.
Returning his smile, you leaned in to fit your mouth to his again, relishing the way it felt to be held by him, to have him kiss you so tenderly. It took all of your willpower to pull away from him.
“Rin, I have to go,” you whispered against his lips.
“What?” His expression was puzzled as you abruptly stood up.
“I have class in ten minutes,” you explained, making your way to the door.
“So you’re just gonna drop that on me and then dip?”
You turned to look at him over your shoulder, grinning. “Yup.”
“Unbelievable,” he muttered, but the smile was still on his face even as you left.
--
The first few weeks after you and Suna started dating passed by in a blur. The heartache you had felt when he kept his distance from you had been replaced by a constant feeling of joy at the knowledge that you were together now. You still got butterflies every time you saw him, your heart melting each time you pressed a kiss into his cheek and saw a blush creep onto his face.
The only complaint you had was that after three weeks, you and Suna still hadn’t slept together. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried, but there was always something that prevented you from actually succeeding: he was too exhausted after finishing volleyball practice; you both had term papers to work on; someone on your floor burnt popcorn in the microwave, setting off the fire alarm. The closest you two came to doing anything was one night when you thought you had the house to yourselves. You and Suna were making out on his bed, and he was just about to take off your shirt when Atsumu suddenly burst into the room to ask if they were all out of laundry detergent. He had quickly left, smirking, after realizing what he was interrupting, but you were too embarrassed to continue after he closed the door.
At this point, it had been over a year since you last had sex, and you were starting to go a little crazy. You were pretty sure Suna knew it, too, based on the smirks he gave you when he happened to catch the way you would stare at him periodically. After the length of time it took for you two to finally admit your feelings for each other, it was incredibly frustrating that the universe seemed to be keeping you apart again.
The end of the semester rolled around, and the twins decided to throw another big party before finals week. You managed to convince Suna to not hide in his room the entire time, and to your amazement he seemed to be having a good time, laughing in the corner with some friends from the volleyball team.
You were sitting on the couch next to Osamu, slowly sipping the beer in your hand. He was talking to you about your plans for the summer, but you couldn’t stop your attention from drifting over to your boyfriend every once in a while, grinning at him each time you happened to catch his eye.
“Our parents are renting that beach house for two weeks in July, you wanna come with us again?” Osamu asked, drawing your gaze back to his face.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, that sounds fun,” you said, a little distracted.
“Your boyfriend can come, too, of course,” he smirked.
“Shut up,” you groaned, trying to hide your blushing face by downing the rest of your drink.
“Bet you’re gonna miss him, yeah? Three months is a long time to be apart from your lover.”
“I swear to god, ’Samu, if you don’t shut the fuck up…” you grumbled, but you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face at your friend’s teasing.
Osamu’s attention was stolen then by someone asking him to go do shots, so you got up and walked to the kitchen by yourself to throw out your empty beer bottle. After you tossed it in the bin, you felt warm hands encircle your waist and a familiar voice whispered into your ear.
“It’s getting kinda crowded down here, you wanna go upstairs?” Suna’s warm breath tickled your ear, making you shiver in his arms. Turning around to face him, you gave him a quick kiss before taking him by the hand and leading the way to the stairs.
Closing his bedroom door muffled the sounds of the party, and you were able to breathe easier now that you were alone with him. Suna scrolled through his phone briefly before finding the playlist he was searching for, setting his phone down once the music started playing.
“Hey,” you said, grinning as you recognized the song, “this is the same playlist that you put on the night we met.”
He took a few steps towards you, arms snaking around your waist to pull you in close. “I know,” he said simply before leaning down to kiss you. You allowed him to deepen it, lips parting for his tongue, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt.
Without breaking away, Suna guided you to his bed, gently laying you down and crawling on top of you, his knee coming up to press between your legs. You moaned into his mouth, feeling him grin against you. Breathing hard, you pulled his shirt over his head, leaning back so that you could look at him. You had known he was fit from all the times your body had been pressed against his, but seeing his muscular form with your own eyes was different. You squirmed under him, feeling your arousal growing between your thighs.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Y/n,” he whispered, leaning down to press kisses into your neck.
“I know,” you murmured.
“Yeah?” He pulled your shirt off of you, warm hands burning into your skin. “Do you know what I’m gonna do next?” he teased in a low voice, mouth moving down over your collarbones as his hands came up to cup your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples through your bra.
“Rin,” you whined when he pulled down the fabric to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, his other hand coming to rest between your thighs, groaning against your skin when he felt the wetness seeping through your shorts.
“Yeah, baby?” He was kissing a line down your stomach, goosebumps rising in his wake. He tugged off your shorts and panties together as you sat up to unhook your bra, tossing it onto the floor without taking your eyes off his face. Your hands immediately moved to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them as you planted sloppy kisses across his chest. He wriggled out of them and threw them to the side, before wrapping a hand around each of your legs and spreading them apart. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, lips gliding over the soft skin of your inner thigh. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, baby. I know how badly you want this.”
You whimpered, fingers running through his hair and gripping tightly. His warm breath ghosted over your skin, making you shiver again. A loud moan escaped you when he finally pressed his tongue against your pussy, running slowly over your folds and circling around your clit before moving back down. He repeated the motion, making your breath come out in short pants as your fingers tangled themselves further in his hair.
“God, you taste so sweet,” he moaned against you. His hands pressed down on your hipbones, pinning you in place as you started trembling around him, small whimpers leaving your mouth the closer you came to your release. You drew your legs up, the heel of one of your feet resting on his back as your spine arched, pressing into his mouth.
“Fuck, Rin, I’m so close,” you gasped out. He hummed, hands reaching up to trace his fingertips along your sides. You started moving your hips and he stilled, holding his tongue out for you to grind against. Within seconds you were cumming, legs shaking and nails digging almost painfully into his scalp. He kept his mouth open to allow you to ride out your high, gaze trained on your face.
“You’re so cute, baby,” he murmured, moving to plant a row of kisses up your throat and over your jaw. “So fucking cute.” His lips fitted against yours as he grinded into you, the friction against your clit making you gasp.
“Rin,” you whispered, pulling away to look in his eyes, “lie down.”
He rolled off of you, reaching out with both hands to pull you on top of him. You kissed him once, teasingly, before sitting up and gazing down at him. With one finger, you traced a line from his throat down over his chest and stomach, coming to rest where the skin dipped down between his hipbones, smiling to yourself at the way he shivered from your touch. Hooking your fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers, you gently tugged them off of him, watching the way his thick cock sprang out to slap against his abs. Heart pounding excitedly, you dragged your nails over the top of his thigh, pleased when his muscles tensed beneath you.
“Don’t tease me, baby,” he groaned, fingers digging into your arm. “I’ve had to wait so long for this.”
You would have been content to make him wait even longer, wanting to hear him begging you to touch him, but the pleading look in his eyes softened your resolve. “I know,” you purred, leaning down to run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, grinning to yourself when you heard his sharp inhale. You swirled your tongue around the tip, letting your spit run down his length, before wrapping your lips around his cock.
Soft moans and pants reached your ears as you slowly took all of him into your mouth. When the head of his cock hit the back of your throat you paused, tears forming at the corners of your eyes from the stretch of your jaw. You slid your tongue along his cock as you hummed lightly, eliciting a loud groan from him. Your hand came to grip his cock as you started bobbing your head up and down, moving in tandem with your mouth. Suna tilted his head to watch you, his chest rising and falling heavily. Keeping your eyes on his face, your mouth left his cock with a wet pop and moved down to suck on his balls, your hand continuing to jerk him off.
“F-fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. His fingers entwined themselves in your hair, gripping firmly, but you had reached the limit of your patience. You crawled back on top of him, thighs planted on either side of his hips, and used your hand to drag his cock along the folds of your cunt.
“I wanna feel you, Rin,” you said breathlessly as his hands gripped your hips. “Wanna feel you inside me.”
Pressing his tip into you, you slowly sank down onto him, loving the way his mouth fell open as you took him completely inside you. The stretch made you gasp, head falling forward to rest against the crook of his neck. You kissed the skin just below his ear as you started grinding your hips against him, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. The sensation on your clit made you moan into his skin.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispered.
“Feels good,” you whimpered, your pace quickening. “S-so good.”
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight…”
The knot in your stomach was rapidly tightening. A few more motions were all it took for you to be cumming again; you pressed your lips against Suna’s, tongue reaching into his mouth as your orgasm washed over you.
When your hips stilled, he lifted you off of him and flipped you over onto your back, nipping at the skin of your neck as he repositioned himself between your legs. With a groan, he sank into you again, hips snapping against you urgently. Your body already felt worn out, but the sensation of him fucking you so deeply had you clawing at his back, desperately trying to pull him closer to you. He lifted your trembling legs onto his shoulders, the new angle of his cock thrusting into you making you cry out.
“Is that your spot, baby?” he crooned, repeatedly hitting the place that made your breath catch in your throat.
“Yes, yes, yes, right there, Rin, p-please don’t stop!” you babbled. One of your hands reached out to grab his and bring it to your neck, eyes pleading with him.
His fingers tightened around your throat. “Fuck, you look so cute taking my cock like that. You gonna cum again, pretty girl? Gonna cum all over my cock for me?”
His grip on your throat was making you lightheaded, the friction against your clit sending pleasant vibrations throughout your entire body. The spot his cock was hitting inside your pussy had you hurtling towards the edge again, eyes rolling back as you incoherently begged him not to stop.
“Rin, I-I’m cumming—fuck, fuck, fuck,” you practically sobbed as your pussy clenched around him again. He released his hold on your throat, moving his hand up to lift your jaw and kiss you deeply, relishing when you moaned into his mouth. Your lips parted and he rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes, continuing to pound into you as you came. His breath stuttered as his thrusts grew more erratic, his face flushed as his cock throbbed inside you, hot cum filling your cunt.
“Fuck, Y/n,” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again, slower than before. He pulled out and laid down beside you, breathing hard. You reached up to brush the loose strands of hair out of his face, fingers running over his cheekbones.
“Why did we wait so long to do this,” you asked, making him laugh.
“We’re so fucking stupid,” he said with a grin.
You exhaled happily, moving closer to him and nestling your head against his chest. His arm reached out to wrap around you and press his palm into your spine to pull you closer. He was warm, but your uncovered body shivered against the chill in the air, goosebumps rising along your skin.
“Here, cutie,” he said, shifting so that he could pull the comforter over you. “Comfy?”
“Hmm,” you hummed, closing your eyes and pressing a kiss into his collarbone.
With Rin’s arm around you and his steady heartbeat in your ear, you fell asleep almost instantly, feeling more content than you had in a long time.
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You woke up before Suna. He had moved in his sleep, now lying on his back with one arm outstretched underneath your head. You watched him for a moment, smiling at the calm expression on his face, before climbing out of bed slowly, careful not to disturb him. Putting on your panties and one of Suna’s oversized t-shirts, you slipped out the door to walk to the bathroom down the hall.
Osamu and Atsumu’s doors were still closed, a fact that you were grateful for when you reached the bathroom and saw your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a tangled mess, your neck littered with little love bites, damning indicators of what you had been up to the night before. Splashing your face with water, you tried to scrub off the smeared remnants of yesterday’s makeup. Satisfied when you no longer looked like you spent the night in a club, you crept back into your boyfriend’s room.
“Hey,” Suna mumbled when you stepped back through the doorway, propping himself up on one elbow and rubbing his eyes with the other hand.
“Hey.” You smiled at him as you shut the door.
“Take those clothes off and come back to bed.”
You giggled, shrugging out of your clothes and stepping towards his outstretched arms. He pulled you into a tight embrace, peppering your face with kisses. He settled you down on your side next to him, pulling your thigh up to rest on his hip.
“Rin!” you squealed when you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.
“I just wanna be inside you, baby,” he murmured. His touch had already made you wet, allowing his cock to slide into you easily. You sighed as his hips pressed up against yours.
His lips met with yours, his kiss achingly sweet. “I don’t ever want you to leave this bed,” he breathed out. You smiled against his lips, fingers running through his soft hair. He shifted his hips then, and the sensation was too much for you.
“O-oh,” you whimpered as your pussy tightened around him.
“Are you cumming?” he asked, the corner of his lips quirking up into a grin.
“Sh-shut up.”
He didn’t say anything else, simply tightening his arms around you and kissing you again. The two of you lay like that for a while, slipping into a peaceful state of half-sleep, until the sound of a distant door being flung open pulled you back.
“Fuck,” Suna mumbled under his breath. Not a second later, a loud knock sounded from the other side of his door.
“Sunariiiiin,” Atsumu’s voiced whined from the hallway. “Are you guys up yet?”
“Is that door locked?” Suna whispered to you. Commending yourself for your earlier foresight, you nodded. “Good.”
“Suna! Y/n!” He pounded on the door. “I know you guys can hear me, come on!”
“I gotta get my own place,” Suna grumbled, his eyes still closed. You giggled, and when the knocking on the door stopped you snuggled in closer to him, ready to go back to sleep.
Until your phone started ringing.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, reaching out to grab it from the nightstand. “What do you want, Atsumu?”
“Aha! I knew you were awake!” He sounded very pleased with himself for succeeding in getting you to talk to him. “Can you make me pancakes?”
There was a pause as his question sank in. Holding your phone to your head and staring at Suna, you pulled away from him and sat up, eliciting a low groan from him. “You want me to make you pancakes?” you repeated in an incredulous voice. Suna cracked open his eyes, his face scrunching up as he heard Atsumu’s request.
“Yeah!”
“Get Osamu to do it.”
“He doesn’t make them as good as you!”
You could practically hear him pouting on the other end of the line. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you heaved a sigh. “Give me a minute.”
“Thankyouthankyouthanky—” You ended the call before he finished. Climbing out of bed, you pulled on your clothes again.
“Are you actually gonna do it?” Suna asked.
“He’s just gonna keep harassing us until I do it anyway,” you said. “Besides, it’s almost ten o’clock, we might as well get up.”
Suna rolled over and pressed his face into the pillow, groaning loudly. Grinning, you tossed a clean pair of boxers and a shirt at him.
Atsumu looked way too happy when you finally appeared downstairs. He and Osamu were sitting at the kitchen counter together; they nudged a steaming mug towards you when you walked in.
“We made you coffee,” he said, his grin wide across his face.
“Uh huh,” you grumbled.
“Where’s mine?” Suna asked as he trailed in behind you.
“Make your own, dick,” Osamu told him, smirking as he sipped his own drink.
Suna rolled his eyes, going to pour himself a cup from the coffeemaker.
Trying to hide your laughter from him, you gathered up the ingredients and set to work. When all the pancakes were done cooking you passed half of them across the counter to the twins.
“Mmm,” Atsumu hummed, closing his eyes as he took a bite. “So good.”
“I gotta teach you how to make these yourself, ’Tsumu,” you said, taking a bite of your own breakfast.
“Yeah, that way you clowns can let us sleep in for once,” Suna added.
“Don’t pretend, Y/n,” Atsumu said, “you know you love seeing my cute little face first thing in the morning.”
“I prefer seeing ’Samu’s, actually,” you teased. Osamu stuck his tongue out at his twin, laughing at his crumpled expression.
When you all finished eating, Atsumu and Osamu jumped up to wash the dishes for you. Holding your mug of coffee with both hands, you leaned into Suna’s side.
Looking over his shoulder at you two, Osamu grinned. “So, how was your night?”
“Fine,” you said in a casual tone.
“And that’s all you’re gonna get out of us,” Suna finished.
Osamu rolled his eyes, turning back to the dishes in the sink. “As if I’d want any details.”
“My night was great, thanks for asking,” Atsumu chimed in.
“Yeah? Was that before or after you puked in the backyard?”
“’Samu!”
You couldn’t help the relaxed smile that found its way onto your face, happy to get to listen to them teasing each other like always. With one hand resting on the counter, Suna’s other reached around your waist to tug you closer, fitting your body against his. Standing there laughing with your friends, with his arm around you, felt like the most natural thing in the world.
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➣epilogue
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➣masterlist
#i loooooove making rintarou feel emotions#that's my main kink#this is pretty long but it's only because i have so many thoughts okay!!!!!!#suna#suna rintarou#suna x reader#suna rintarou x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#suna fluff#suna rintarou fluff#haikyuu fluff#suna angst#suna rintarou angst#haikyuu angst#niakasi writing
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Once my girlfriend had a friend to talk to you, for you, loved you despite it all? yes, loved you, better than spg even, or Memelovingbot, for you were the one unloved, the one who has acquired an almost messianic reputation in the minds of certain citizens. his figure is synonymous with the darkest urges of instinct, ignorance and decay. some of your wisdom is unmatched
#down by the baaaay#where the watermelons groooow#back to the plane#i told him#TEXT#Have you seen a bear#combing his hair?I want you to know that i did not eat the book!!!!!! unless it’s by shakespeare#in which case the one who has acquired an almost messianic reputation in the minds of certain citizens. his figure is synonymous with the d#ignorance and decay. some of them's small(aww!)#some of them afraid to walk the streets at night when the world is rotten and it's capitalism's fault. *drops my tennis shoes* this world t#one who has acquired an almost messianic reputation in the minds of certain citizens. his figure is synonymous with the darkest urges of in#ignorance and decay. some of the worst excesses of the black mesa incident have been laid directly at his fucking forehead#this is not the same as a good day u precious robobab. Kalny your wisdom is graceful as ever tried to stop myself#oh well#one more DIDDLY darn step right there im going to rip out her tangled lice ridden roots
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Othello
pairing: jason todd x reader, reader is a psych major because i think the concept of psych majors in Gotham is funny lmao
warning: i wrote this at 1 am, kinda short, swearing
a/n: i got strong feelings towards Othello, The Catcher in the Rye, and Jason Todd, but this one’s for @tadpole-san smirk smirk smirk
part 2
You liked studying at Gotham University’s library for the ambience.
Whether or not you got any actual “studying” done depended wholly on your mood and whatever being that may or may not have been watching you from above, but even if you somehow managed to procrastinate the entire time you were there, at least you could walk back to your dorm with the comforting fact that you had gotten in your cardio for the day.
The place itself was gorgeous with its overarching ceilings, long hall lined with pillars supporting a seemingly endless array of books, the cozy golden glow of the lights, and the generally pleasant atmosphere provided by the myriads of students sitting around its tables and lounging on its couches. The entire campus was stunning - but it would only be surprising if it wasn’t thanks to the very generous grants from patrons of the Gotham elite, most notably people like Bruce Wayne.
You had a particular spot you liked near the edge of the library, in a little corner mostly surrounded by shelves with enough space for a few usually-unoccupied couches. Aside from you, the only regulars to sit there mainly just consisted of one other guy who recently had started to drop in every few days or so to listen to music and do his own work. You didn’t mind him - he never bothered you, and you both kept up your mutual solidarity towards maintaining a very comfortable silence.
That was, until one particular day.
“Is that Othello?” You glanced over the book in your hand and saw the guy’s startlingly green eyes gazing right at you over his dark-rimmed reading glasses. He wasn’t wearing his earbuds as per usual, so you figured your agonized sigh of boredom must’ve come out a little too loudly.
“Yeah,” you finally answered, slowly lowering the book a little. “Unfortunately.” He cracked a slight grin at that.
“What, you’re not a fan of Shakespeare?”
“I don’t hate him,” you started with a fairly nonchalant shrug, “I just think this book in particular is just kinda-”
“Boring as fuck?” he finished very eloquently, causing you to grin back despite yourself.
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“I can agree with that,” he said with a nod towards the book. “Definitely not one of my favorites, that’s for sure. Good premise, dynamics were pretty interesting, but I couldn’t really get into it either.” The fact that he was discussing Shakespeare’s works in a way that suggested he had fully read the book (without wholly relying on CliffNotes) and that he did perhaps genuinely enjoy some of them suggested to you that he was probably an English major. “And Iago was a bitch-”
“I know!” you nearly exclaimed, throwing your hands up in very evident frustration. “Iago was shady as hell, and I don’t get how Othello never saw it coming from him. Like, no one can be that oblivious, come on. I wouldn’t have listened to him.” RIP to Othello, but you were different.
He was actually laughing at that point, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You and me both. You an English major?” You shook your head, holding up your Psychology Twelfth Edition textbook that had been resting on the table beside you.
“Psych.” He raised a brow and you inwardly sighed.
“Jeez - at GU? I’m impressed.”
Being a psych student at your particular Gotham-based university was both a blessing and somewhat of a curse. The classes were phenomenal and your professors consisted of some of the best and most experienced in the nation - but that also came with the downside that the city you lived in had some of the biggest psychopaths and the largest insane asylum in the nation as well.
Well, you win some, you lose some.
“It’s not that bad,” you tried to say, but the smirk playing at his lips proved that you weren’t convincing anyone. “Let me guess, you’re an English major.”
“What gave it away?” he deadpanned, chuckling regardless as he closed up his own book and extended a hand out. “Name’s Jason Todd. I’ve seen you around a lot, but we never really talked, huh?” You smiled as you reached out to shake his hand, introducing yourself as well.
“I guess not. You usually look like you’re pretty busy.”
“Something like that,” Jason grinned, leaning back against his chair and sliding off his glasses. Without them, the lights somehow gave them an almost glowing effect. “I figured you wouldn’t want me to bother you.”
Bantering over Shakespeare with a cute boy wasn’t exactly your definition of being bothered, so you shook your head.
“Believe me, that was a lot better than Othello was.”
You saw Jason at your spot again the next day, then the day after and the next, lounging across from your couch and always seeming rather out-of-place with his black leather jackets and ripped jeans, but a welcome sight to you nonetheless. And just like that, suddenly, your visits to the library weren’t just for the sake of cardio and the ambience anymore.
He was surprisingly amusing to talk to, whether it was complaining about more books for your respective English courses or just ranting to each other about the struggles of being a student at GU. It was easy to bond over things like getting your midterms interrupted by random threats from the likes of the Riddler, or arguing over whether or not the city’s latest vigilante, some guy named Red Hood, was actually cooler than Batman himself.
He had been particularly passionate about that last debate.
Aside from being easy-going and annoyingly attractive, you also figured out that he was ridiculously smart, especially when it came to helping you with your English course. Whether it was explaining the deeper societal message behind a particular reading or helping you research topics for your thesis, Jason had a knack towards figuring out exactly the things you yourself seemed to struggle with.
“How do you figure all of this out?” You asked one day out of sheer disbelief after he connected The Catcher in the Rye to themes of disillusionment about innocence and one’s childhood, and not just towards the protagonist, Holden, being an ass. “Seriously, I thought I was pretty decent with this stuff, but you blow me out of the water.”
He shrugged it off like it was no big deal, sliding off his reading glasses and setting it on top of the wooden table you were at. You had grown fond of the way they looked on him.
“It’s nothing special,” he dismissed in response, lifting his gaze from the book to fixate it back on you. “You do great by yourself, I just kinda give you a little push with my interpretations.”
He did that a lot - downplaying the fact that he was actually smart as hell like it really was no big deal. The way your grades had started rising after he started helping you out proved otherwise, though.
“Still, thanks for helping me out,” you insisted, eliciting another slight smile from him. “It means a lot.”
“Oh yeah?” His tone had gotten cheekier as he leaned closer to you. “How much is a lot?”
“That’s up for you to decide,” you smirked, moving back and closing up your laptop. “Not me.”
“You know, if you really wanted to thank me, you should get a coffee with me sometime.”
“We get coffee together like every week,” you deadpanned and he sighed.
“Not like that. Like a date.”
It hit you like a truck.
“A date,” you repeated, like you hadn’t heard him the first time.
“Only if you were into that,” he added, trying to play it cool as he moved to pack his things into his bag. “I’m not working tonight, so I thought you might wanna give it a shot.” That was even more surprising, because he always happened to have a mysterious night shift going on. He never told you what exactly that was, aside from off-handedly mentioning something about motorcycles and Crime Alley every once in a while.
You were still letting it process.
“...if you don’t want to-”
“No, no - that sounds great,” you interjected, already starting to smile. At the sight of it, he managed another grin himself, an evident hint of relief flashing across his face.
“Right. Yeah. Cool.” He cleared his throat and shot you another grin as he tossed his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s head out. And I’m telling you right now, I’m not letting your broke ass pay for it.”
“Jason!” you protested as he laughed and nudged your shoulder with his, making you join in despite yourself.
At least Othello had managed to lead you to one good thing.
#pandemonium scrawl#I kinda want to see a fic where he works at like a bookstore or something#will i write it?#lmao who knows#jason is an english major#I like that headcanon surprisingly#jason todd is in college#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#dc comics#dc#reader imagine#dc imagine#red hood#red hood x reader#fluff#college au#kinda cute i guess
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second life | xu minghao
ミ★ synopsis: in which jun and jeonghan pick out a book titled, Second Life, and find a message written to someone on the title page. it’s only then that they learn the untold story of two lovers who met at a library 35 years ago.
ミ★ genre: soulmate!au (kinda ?), multiple lives!au, fluff, light angst
ミ★ warnings: major character death (it’s not bad i promise)
ミ★ word count: 4,219
ミ★ pairings: xu minghao x female reader
ミ★ notes: hi guys! when i wrote this oneshot, i couldn’t think of any other published book, so i decided to reference @sunlightwoo‘s series, Second Life, which is really good so make sure to check it out ! i’m going to be a bit busy these upcoming weeks because i have finals soon, and i also just got a job as a boba barista ! i’ll try to post a oneshot at least once a week, but we’ll see how that goes HAHAHA as always, make sure to give lots of love to minghao <3 i hope you guys enjoy this one !!
“Who would wanna go to the library over the amusement park? And why is it you instead of Minghao?” Jun rolls his eyes at Jeonghan’s questions as the two of them step into the city library. They bow their heads in the elderly librarian’s direction, before walking further into the pretty empty space.
“Minghao keeps telling me to read more cause he’s tired of me bothering him.” Jun mutters as his eyes trail across the numerous books on the shelves. Jeonghan purses his lips, before nodding his head in agreement, knowing that Minghao is on the verge of possibly committing homicide if Jun barges into his apartment one more time unannounced.
“This looks nice.” Jun says quietly to himself as he pulls out the story titled, Second Life. He opens the cover, only to tilt his head at the writing scrawled on the title page. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow at Jun’s confused expression, so he leans in close to check out what he’s looking at.
for yn,
as a reminder for a fairly wonderful day. i hope for many more to come.
affectionately yours,
xmh
“I guess this book was donated?” Jeonghan asks, glancing down at the page to see that it was published long before the two were alive. Jun nods his head, and they head over to the front desk to rent the story.
“Ah, no one’s checked out this book in a long time.” The librarian says softly, hand grazing slightly over the written words. Jun and Jeonghan share a glance, before turning back towards the elderly woman. “Do you perhaps… know the person who wrote that message?”
She glances up at the two handsome men, seeing their curious expressions on their faces. The librarian lets out a smile, nodding her head as she stamps the sticker in the book and slides it back in Jun’s direction.
“They were a beautiful couple. I was just a young girl starting my first job as a librarian when they first met here, actually.” Jun finds himself growing more intrigued, as does Jeonghan since the two appear to be holding onto the librarians every word.
“Can we hear their story?” Jeonghan asks, and they watch as the librarian smiles, before nodding her head. She gestures for them to move towards the couches, and she walks out from behind the desk and sits in front of the two.
“It’s a bit of a long one, if that’s okay.” The librarian warns, and Jun and Jeonghan shake their heads, telling her that it’s no problem. She lets out a sigh, glancing out the window to see the yellow rays from the warm, summer sun shine into the library.
“It was a beautiful spring day when they first met.”
Fucking hate pollen, you think grumpily to yourself as you rub your nose in an attempt to hold back the monstrous sneeze that threatens to escape if you inhale one more breath of the spring air. You notice the library around the corner, and quicken your pace as you walk over to escape from the allergy infested air.
Once you’re there, you practically rip open the door and jump inside the quiet building. You let out a sigh of relief once the door closes behind you, and you pause, realizing how loud you must’ve been when you entered the library. So you turn your head slowly, just to find the relatively young librarian standing there with wide eyes, and you let out a small smile.
“I’m so sor-” The words die in your throat when you feel that familiar feeling in the back of your nose, and you quietly try to fight it back.
god, please. I’m in the place that’s supposed to be quiet, so if you humiliate me and make me sne-
You let out a loud sneeze that resembles the sound of the large stampede of wildebeest that killed Mufasa in the Lion King, and it makes you want to shrivel up and die right in the entrance of the library. You wouldn’t mind, really. It’d be a peaceful way to go out, just right here. In this library. Actually, it’d be rather pleasa-
“Do you need a tissue?” You turn your head to see the young librarian holding out a tissue box from her desk, and you let out an embarrassed smile. Shaking your head, you lift up your hand to tell her that you’re fine, only to stop and turn when you hear the door open from behind you.
A tall man walks in with long red hair that’s parted down the middle. He’s wearing a black turtleneck with a sheer blue button down over it. Running a hand through his hair, he glances up from the floor and locks eyes with you once the door closes.
Love at first sight. You never believed it, didn’t understand the concept, really. Even thought it was stupid. How could you fall in love with someone just from a first glance?
So why is it that you can’t seem to be able to breathe as you stare up into his deep, brown eyes that seem to hold millions of thoughts as they bore into yours. Feeling heat rush up to your cheeks, you turn away first, and he quietly coughs into his shoulder.
“Sorry.” You mumble as you step to the side, feeling embarrassed for just staring at the ethereal man with an awed expression. You’re sure that he thinks you’re weird, and you debate on ways to escape the library while also being able to handle your allergies.
if i just shove the pieces of tissue up my nose, then i won’t sneeze every five seconds. brilliant.
However, the thoughts come to a stop when you find his hand outstretched towards you. Slowly, you glance up at the man, just to find a small smile on his face as he stares at you.
“Hi, I’m Minghao.” Biting the inside of your cheek, you slowly reach out and grasp his hand softly, letting out a grin when you do so. You watch as his eyes seem to twinkle in the sunlight, and you wonder how someone can be so ethereal as you say,
“Hi, I’m yn.”
“This book is taking a rather tragic turn.” You mutter as you turn the page, and Minghao glances at you out of the corner of his eye. He bites back a smile when he sees you upside down on the beanbag chair, reading Romeo and Juliet as you do so. Letting out a breath he responds, “You’ve read that book three times already, you should know that it’s not a good story.”
Rolling your eyes, you close the book and shoot the pretty man a glare. Minghao giggles when he sees you grumble to yourself about him always attacking you whenever you pick up any work of Shakespeares. You don’t blame him, Romeo and Juliet sucks, but you read the story for entertainment purposes.
“Always ruining my fun.” You complain as you move to the aisle to pick up another story. Minghao grins, placing his book down after marking his spot and following after you.
It’s been three months since you and Minghao met at this library, and the two of you have been meeting here almost every weekend just to read together. You’ve discovered that Minghao is not only physically pretty, but his talent and personality is truly unmatched. While Minghao has noticed that you shine brighter than all the stars in the sky whenever you speak of a book you’ve come to love.
Secretly the two of you have developed feelings for the other, but as always, neither of you have made a move.
“Are you going to pick out another boring story?” Minghao teases from beside you, and you shoot him a glare, “You stink.”
Minghao smiles, about to poke fun at you again, only to stop when he takes notice of the young librarian standing at the end of the aisle, holding up two glasses of water. You turn to glance in the direction Minghao is staring in, and immediately grin when you lock eyes with Areum.
“Areum! Are you going to read with us today?” You ask as you and Minghao walk over, quietly thanking her for the beverage as you both take a sip. She grins, shaking her head, and you immediately pout. “Why not?”
“I’m still on my shift, and I know how much you two enjoy your time together.” Areum says with a wink, and you feel the warmth rising to your face in an instant, quietly cursing Areum for her comments about you and Minghao.
Minghao clears his throat when Areum wiggles her eyebrows at him, and she smiles brightly at the two of you. “I’ll try and join you guys when I finish my shift, but just come to the front desk if you need anything.”
You both nod your head and watch as Areum turns and leaves the aisle. Letting out a breath, you turn and pull out a soft yellow book from the shelf, before walking back over to you and Minghao’s designated reading spot in the back of the library.
“What lame book did you get this time?” Minghao asks, and you scoff as you sit back down in the comfortable chair. You turn over so that you’re upside down, and he giggles at your strange position. “You’re lame.”
“Rude.” You grin at his response before holding out the book you chose, watching as the silver letters of the title reflect back at you. “It’s called, Second Life, I actually haven’t read this one before.”
Minghao purses his lips at the unfamiliar name, and you turn the book around so that he can also get a good look at it. Nodding his head, he pulls open his book again, “It seems interesting.”
“Wow, that’s the first time you didn’t call one of the books I chose, lame.” You joke, and Minghao chuckles. He shrugs his shoulders, turning to glance at you, only to find you already staring back at him.
Feeling the air shift between the two of you, you turn away after staring at each other in silence, and open up to the first page of the story. Minghao bites the inside of his cheek, before looking away and going back into his book as well.
The three unspoken words are left lingering in his brain as he glances over his book to take a peek at you, only to look back down.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” You ask as you watch Minghao look through the numerous books on the shelf to try to figure out what to read. He halts his movements, turning to glance down at you. “Do you?”
Shrugging your shoulders, you glance down at the book you hold in your hands as you recall what you felt the first moment you and Minghao locked eyes. The pretty man purses his lips, feeling his heart thump within his chest as he finally pulls out a book he decided to read.
“I didn’t, originally.” Minghao begins, and you raise an eyebrow. He stays quiet for a second, debating on whether or not he should continue as you tilt your head to the side at his silence. Running a hand through your hair you ask, “What happened that made you change your mind?”
Minghao turns towards you, and your eyes widen slightly when you take in how nervous he looks. He bites the inside of his cheek, rethinking his decision one more time.
you can back out, there’s no reason to say anyth-
“Then I met you.” Minghao says softly, completely ignoring his rampant thoughts, and the two of you stare at each other in silence for a long time as you let his words soak in. He lets out a sad laugh at the shocked expression on your face, running a hand through his pretty red hair as he nods his head with a tight-lipped smile. “It’s okay, I understand-”
You take a step forward and wrap your arms around his waist, making the rest of Minghao’s words die in his throat. A smile forms on your face when you feel his arms tentatively wrap around your body, his hand moving to cradle your head.
“You love me too?” Minghao asks, sounding breathless due to the shock of the feeling being mutual. You nod your head, closing your eyes when you hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear.
“At first sight.” You mutter softly, and Minghao smiles at your words. He rests his cheek on the top of your head, and the two of you stay like that for a while in the library aisle. Books that are in your grasp now forgotten as you hold each other.
Areum glances up when she hears the doors to the library open, and lets out a small smile when she sees you and Minghao walking in, fingers intertwined as you both immediately head towards the front desk to greet the young librarian.
“Hi Areum!” You whisper excitedly, and Areum greets you and Minghao with just as much enthusiasm. Minghao watches with a fond smile when the two of you begin to discuss any strange customers walking into the library, and Areum grins when she catches sight of this.
You and Minghao have been dating for six months, and still manage to come to the library almost every weekend. Areum is sure that the two of you have read every single book in this library by now, but she doesn’t question it. She enjoys your guys’ company.
“I’m going to set up our spot, are you gonna talk to Areum?” You ask Minghao once you and Areum finish your conversation on the guy who walked into the library just to look for any dust. Minghao nods his head, and you shoot him a thumbs up, before walking over to the reading spot.
“Did you need something, Minghao?” Areum asks as she begins to sort through the books atop of her desk. Minghao nods his head, glancing over in the direction you walked off to see if you’ll hear anything. She raises an eyebrow when Minghao pulls out a book from the pocket on the inside of his jacket, watching as he places it in front of her.
“Second Life? Are you returning this?” Areum asks, and Minghao shakes his head. He purses his lips, before pointing at the book with his finger as he grabs a pen. “I was wondering if I could buy it. It’s the book yn was reading when I confessed to her, and I think it’d be ni-”
“Of course!” Minghao’s eyes widen slightly when Areum scans the book, having not expected it to be that easy.
“Really? Are you sure I don’t have to go through a process to get the book or like-”
“Nope, just pay the cost and the book is yours. It’s not a big deal.” Areum reassures with a smile, only to internally slap herself when she realizes she’ll have to order another one later in her shift.
Curse Minghao and yn for being the most precious couple ever.
“Thank you so much, Areum.” Minghao says as he hands her money to cover the cost of the book. She grins, nodding her head as she hands back then leftover change. Once the transaction goes through, Minghao open the book to the first page and clicks the pen.
“Are you going to write a message?” Areum asks, and Minghao nods his head with a small smile on his face. She watches as the words make their way onto the page, and she feels her heart warm when he places the pen back down on the table.
“Thank you so much for letting me buy this. I’m gonna go head to the back with yn, are you gonna join us to read later?” Areum nods her head with a smile, and Minghao shoots her a thumbs up. He turns and walks to the back where you are, and Areum lets out a happy sigh.
“Never thought soulmates could be real until I saw those two.” Areum mutters to herself, chuckling when she hears you let out an awe, most likely due to Minghao handing you the book as a present.
“Maybe I should leave the painting to you, huh?” You say as you take a step back to stare at your canvas, and Minghao hums when he turns around from his own creation to take a look at yours. He lets out a smile at the numerous smiley faces and flowers you painted, thinking that the painting is rather endearing. “I think it looks nice.”
You scoff with a playful grin, pointing over at his painting that numerous different colors, all splattered onto the canvas. You don’t understand how he was able to make paint splatters look beautiful, but this is Xu Minghao we’re talking about. The most talented man you know.
“Says the reincarnated Picasso over here.” You joke, and Minghao rolls his eyes. He places his paintbrush into the cup and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around the back of your shoulders and resting his chin on the top of your head.
“Yours is sweet, it speaks volumes on your personality.” Minghao explains, grinning at the excessive use of yellow. You squint at the painting, turning to glance up at your boyfriend, causing him to smile down at you. “Which is?”
Minghao purses his lips, glancing back at the painting once more to think about his response. He giggles, looking back down at you with a teasing smile on his face.
“Someone who doesn’t know how to paint.” You reach out and slap his stomach, making him double over in laughter as you chuckle in response. Minghao lets out a happy sigh, finally calmed down from his joke as he stands back up at his full height. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your lips, before pulling away and grinning. “I’m kidding, art is whatever you want it to be. I’ll hang this up in my room when it dries.”
You roll your eyes with a smile, watching as Minghao walks back over to his painting to start cleaning up. You watch as he quietly hums a song to himself, and you let out a content sigh, ignoring the pain in your head in order to enjoy what’s going on in front of you. Minghao feels your eyes on him, and he turns back to see you smiling softly at him.
“Mmm, you’re staring again.” Minghao murmurs as he places the paint tubes back into their container. You shrug your shoulders, a sad smile on your face as you stare at your pretty boyfriend, “I just like seeing you.”
Minghao pauses, a slight blush rising to his cheeks as he proceeds to continue cleaning up. You grin, before turning back to start cleaning up your area as well, grimacing from the growing pain in your head that you’re trying to ignore. Minghao turns and catches sight of the sunlight casting a glow on your face, and he smiles softly.
“I like seeing you too, yn.”
Areum walks over to the front desk, moving to check back in the books that were returned, only to hear the bells of the door. She raises an eyebrow, only to let out a smile when she sees Minghao walking in.
“Hey Minghao! Where’s yn? The two of you haven’t been here for a few months.” Areum says cheerfully, only to feel her heart fall slightly at the sad smile Minghao sends her way. He bites his lip as he walks over and rests his hands on the top of the desk.
His long red hair isn’t styled like it usually is, instead just laying over his forehead. She takes notice of the dark bags under his eyes, and the slight hollowness to his cheeks. Areum opens her mouth to ask if everything’s alright, only to stop when Minghao places the soft yellow book face up on the desk. She stares at the cover, and slowly looks up at Minghao, trying to see if what she’s thinking isn’t true when she locks eyes with the pretty man whose face always held a smile when he was in the library with you.
“Yn’s gone.” Minghao mutters softly, thumb grazing over the letters of the title on the book. Areum clenches her fist tightly together at her side, refusing to believe his words. Minghao bites the inside of his cheek harshly, before pushing the yellow book he bought towards Areum’s direction.
“It’s yours now. Thank you for the kindness you showed yn and I whenever we came here, I know she appreciated it a lot.” Minghao tells Areum, before turning around to walk out. Areum’s eyes widen slightly, and she walks out from behind the desk and stands right behind the tall man.
“W-why does this sound like goodbye? You’re coming back, aren’t you?” Areum asks, eyes frantically searching Minghao’s when he turns to glance at her. He reaches out and softly pats Areum’s shoulder, giving her a smile that no longer holds any light. “Maybe if my second life is kind to me, then I’ll be back.”
And with that, Minghao turns and walks out of the library, leaving Areum to stand there, sadness overcoming her heart as she watches his figure slowly shrink until it disappears.
“His name is Minghao?” Jun asks once Areum finishes the story, and she nods her head, taking a sip of water to fix her parched throat. Jeonghan and Jun share a glance, before turning back towards the librarian. “Did you ever hear from him after that?”
Areum nods her head again, letting out a small smile. “He sent me a letter from Singapore a few years after he left the library, but I learned that he got into a car accident a month prior to when I received it. He passed at an early age, but I’m glad to hear that he was doing alright. It’s been maybe, 25 years since he passed.”
Jeonghan purses his lips, glancing at the book Jun grabbed. He leans forward in the seat, and Areum glances up at him. “We actually have a friend named-”
“I didn’t think you guys would actually go to a library.” The three turn to glance at the sound of the voice, finding Minghao standing at the doorway with a bright smile on his face. Areum’s eyes widen, and she slowly stands up from the couch in shock at the sight.
It’s Minghao, she thinks to herself as she stares at him. His hair is now its natural shade of black, a contrast to his long red hair years ago, but it’s still a similar length. He looks up and locks eyes with Areum, and he tilts his head to the side, a smile still on his face as he bows in her direction. “Hello, I’m Minghao.”
Jun and Jeonghan glance at each other when they see the shocked expression on Areum’s face, and the pieces of the puzzle slowly make their way together when suddenly the bell on the door rings again. The three of them glance at the door, and Minghao slowly turns his head, just to feel his breath get caught in his throat.
Your eyes widen slightly at all the people crowded near the door, and you stop when you realize someone is right in front of you. You glance up and lock eyes with the prettiest man you’ve ever seen, and all the thoughts in your brain disappear at the sight of him. A familiar feeling floods your senses, one that you can only relate to the feeling of coming home.
Unbeknownst to you, Minghao is feeling the exact same thing. Except he feels more emotional as he stares down at you, heart pounding against his chest when he catches the sparkle in your eye.
Areum’s mouth drops open when she sees the exact same scene she saw 35 years ago when you and Minghao first met. Her heart thumps against her chest, and she slowly raises her hand until it rests against her heart as she stares at the two of you.
“You look familiar, have we met before?” You ask in a small voice, letting out a smile when you catch sight of the redness to his ears. Minghao clears his throat, smiling when he sees the brightness to your eyes. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
The two of you stare at each other for a moment longer, before you extend your hand in his direction. You tilt your head to the side with a shy smile on your face, “Hi, I’m yn.”
Minghao bites the inside of his cheek, grinning when he reaches out and grasps your hand. He feels warmth flood his features at the contact, finding you both beautiful, and familiar. It’s as if he’s experiencing deja vu when he says, “Hi, I’m Minghao.”
Jun and Jeonghan turn and look at the soft yellow book resting on the table, and Jun let's out a breathless chuckle. He runs his hand over the title, smiling when he looks back towards you and Minghao.
“His second life. He found you again in his second life.”
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Love story - Cordelia Goode
A/N: Hey I'm sorry for being away but I had a terrible case of writers block! If you have any requests let me know. gif is mine
Headcanon: Cordelia's cat is called Binx from hocus pocus because she fucking loved it growing up bye
Prompt: based from the song Love story by Taylor Swift
Edited by: @okpaulson
Word count: 2186
Curiosity fills you as you look down at the envelope in your hands, not knowing who it's from as there is no return address. You take it with you into the kitchen of your apartment, slight excitement filling you as you take a knife from the drawer to open it. The suspense is killing you with every rip of the paper until the letter is free. You pull it out quickly, tossing the envelope in the trashcan beside you as you jump up onto the counter to read it. The feeling of anticipation quickly turning into heartbreak, concern, and surprise as you read the name of the person who sent the letter. Cordelia Goode. It triggers a flashback in your mind and you close your eyes as you remember it.
You were both young when you first met. You were 16. You were already residing at the academy before she turned up. You'd only been there for a few weeks though and made little to no friends. No one wanted to be your friend as you were the only witch there not being of Salem descendent. It was a regular old morning; you had eaten your breakfast, had a shower, and now you're sitting on the deck outside your bedroom as you read a book. A mist of red hair catches your eye and nosily, you peer over the railing. You find Myrtle having a brief conversation with the Supreme and a girl your age who seems to be really upset. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you try to figure out what could be wrong, but then you shrug and get back into the adventure that your book was taking you on.
The light in your bedroom turns off and you turn your head to see Myrtle. "Y/N, dear. What have I said about these lights?" She scolds but in a kind manner, the girl by her side still wiping away at her face with her white sleeves. "Now, go say 'Hello," Myrtle encourages the girl, "She is your new roommate after all,"
The girl walks over to you shyly. "Hello, I'm Cordelia Goode," she introduces herself, her hand out in front of her politely and you couldn't help but grin at her,
"Hi, Cordelia." You take her hand, "I'm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. You must be my new roommate, huh?"
"Hm." She nods with a small smile on her lips and she turns to see Myrtle gone and frowns.
"Hey, why don't we read? What do you like reading?"
"Oh, I'm a sucker for Shakespeare."
"Really? Good that I have Romeo and Juliet then," you say as you head over to the small bookshelf in your room and your fingers trail along the spines of the books before finding the correct one, "Here, Goode" you say handing it to her, she grins at the use of her name and you both sat in silence as you read together.
Over the next three years, you had begun to realise that Cordelia wasn't interested in looking for her own Romeo but you instead. You had your first kiss on her eighteenth birthday, after spending the evening together in the greenhouse as she worked on various different potions, she had managed to make up a truth concoction for a spiced-up version of truth or dare.
"Are you sure this is okay to drink?" You eye the vial wearily, as she just grins at you, biting her lip.
She shrugs before looking over at the kitten sitting on the table, "I don't know, what do you think Binx?"
The cat lifts his head up at her and meows as his answer and you roll your eyes at her, "I can't believe you named him after Thackery from Hocus Pocus."
She punches your arm gently, "Drink up," she passes you the vial and you eye it again, looking into her eyes, not knowing why you're putting this much trust into her potion skills right now before throwing your head back and drinking it.
You wince as whatever it is, burns down the back of your throat, "Jesus, Goode, you could have put some, I don't know, Raspberries in it or something," you moan as it leaves a sour taste in your mouth and you stick your tongue out at her as she does the same before drinking the potion too. "Okay... so?" You say before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"Sooo..." she says rolling her eyes, "Truth or dare?"
"Well, considering I drank your poison, truth." You say bravely
"Do you have a crush on anyone? Because I do." She blurts out that last bit, her hands slapping to her lips just as she says it
Your eyes widen at her, not holding back, "Oh you do, do you? Who is it?"
"I asked first," she says, but you can tell she's trying to fight the effects of the potion.
"It doesn't count if you say the answer in your mind, Godo,"
"Godo?"
"Spelling mistake."
"But -"
"Who's your crush?"
"You?" She whispers, crimson rising her cheeks and she closes her eyes as you step closer to her.
"Truth or Dare?" You ask, feeling a lot braver
"Dare?" Her voice is still small.
"I dare you to kiss me," you say, your faces now only centimetres apart.
You were so in love, did every little thing together, but of course, you had to hide it from the other witches in the coven as they most definitely would not approve considering this was the early 2000's. One evening you were in the middle of an impromptu makeout session when the door of your shared room swung open and there stood Fiona. The Supreme was more than furious that a lesser witch was with her daughter.
"Mother! What are you doing?" Cordelia squeals in embarrassment as Fiona storms over, ripping the covers from your naked bodies.
"Stay away from my daughter." She states coldly before transmutating out from the room quicker than she arrived.
You look at the blonde, eyes wide as you think of what to say, but you don't say anything. Instead, you climb out of the bed, grabbing your clothes.
"Where are you going?" She asks breathlessly
"It's best if I go," you say tugging some pants on and pulling a shirt over your head. "I'll see if I can bunk with Ruby tonight."
"She's not even the boss of me y'know." Cordelia remarks as you begin to leave the room.
"That may be but she's still my Supreme." You say before you leave.
The second time you get caught it's by none other than Myrtle. She already knew about the two of you, considering it was all Fiona was talking about. But the only concern Myrtle had was that she didn't want her poor Delia going off with someone lesser than her. That was Fiona's reasoning too, really, and that was the only thing they could agree on for the next few months, was to find a way to get you out. Fiona had considered killing you, of course, but quickly changed her mind as no good would come of that, so instead, she does what she would usually do. Argue.
"You only ever come into my life to ruin it!" Cordelia screams at the top of her lungs. "I thought you were in Morocco or some shitty country gallivanting with your new beau!"
"Watch that pretty mouth of yours, Delia, before I wash it out with soap."
"Oh come on mother I am not a child anymore so stop treating me like one!" You stood in the doorway watching with your bag in hand as it's best to leave to not make anything worse. She catches your eye though immediately. "Where are you going?" She asks, a sob escaping her lips as endless possibilities run through her mind but the only one that hurts the most is you leaving forever.
"It's best I go, Dee." You say and Fiona turns to you, closing her eyes before nodding.
"No! Please!" You hear Cordelia scream and beg as you leave the door. "Please don't go!"
You couldn't stay gone for long, less than a month later you were back, throwing a pebble up at your old bedroom window at the academy, hoping Cordelia doesn't have a new roommate. You see a wisp of blonde before the window opens and her soft brown eyes meet yours
She sneaks out the window, down the pillars of the balcony as she heads down into the garden to find you, you keep quiet because they can't know you're lying and you lay down on the grass as you look up at the stars, your lover lying beside you.
"Close your eyes, escape this town for a little while." You whisper and she does so as you pull her into your arms, her head leaning into your chest.
"I love you," Cordelia confesses after a beat, her eyes locking onto yours. "Fiona has been telling me that you're gone for good, and loving you isn't worth it."
"But it is," you say bringing your hands to her chin, wiping a tear. "I love you."
"But I was begging you not to go."
"Cordelia, let's go somewhere we can be alone."
"When?"
"Just be patient, all there's left to do is run. Let's write a fairytale with more than one princess." You stroke her cheek gently, "Don't listen to anyone, they'll only try to tell you how to feel. I know this love is difficult but it's real. Don't be afraid I'll get you out of this mess, baby please say yes."
"Yes."
But she got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around. She met someone new. Fiona was the first to tell you. She hates him. She would rather her daughter be with you than him. Too late now isn't it?
So you gave up on the thought of her and tried to move on with your life. That was until now. Seeing her name at the end of the letter.
Dear Y/N, it starts. But you can't read it. It's breaking you. You toss it onto the counter and you begin to prepare dinner instead, until your house phone rings. You still don't understand why you have one in the first place. The only calls you ever get are scams. But, you answer it anyway.
"Y/N? Is that you?" You hear the voice of the woman you just seconds ago tried to forget. Your heart begins pounding, your palms sweating as you fumble with the phone.
"Cordelia?" You hear ruffling on the other side and another voice, you recognise to be Myrtles.
"Please come home."
Booking the earliest flight out to New Orleans was the easiest part, but actually plucking up the courage to walk through the gates and knock on the door was the hardest.
As you stand in front of the door a wave of familiarity and the unknown washes over you. The place you called home now is only a few feet away and you close your eyes remembering your best memories here again, but then only the bad ones coming. But now, a chance to make new ones occurs to you.
A strange feeling arises in your chest as your anxiety heightens when your fist meets the door, wondering what may be on the other side.
And soon enough, the door opens, a gentle creak bleeding through into the silence and your breath hitches.
"Cordelia." You whisper as the blonde comes into the view
You're home.
"Y/N? Is it really you?" She says a smile creeping onto her lips as she takes you in, her eyes watering as tears begin trailing down her face.
"Cordelia, I hope you weren't feeling too alone," you start, the tears building up in your eyes as you look into her soft brown ones. "I know I kept you waiting."
"I really thought you'd never come." Her smile only grows seeing you there wanting to pull you into her arms but you hold yourself back for a moment
Your hand lingers behind your back and you see a flicker in her eyes, she doesn't know what to think as you kneel to the ground and pull out the ring. "Marry me, Cordelia, You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I've ever known." Her hands come up to her face in shock, a wave of emotions overcoming her and you watch as she bends down to be at your height. "You've got nothing to worry about, go pick out a nice dress."
"Delia, dear, just say yes!" Myrtle almost screams as she watches the two of you from the foyer and the two of you turn to see her and Cordelia chuckles before turning back to you, wiping her face. You hold the hopeful look as she bends down to meet your gaze and cups your cheeks gently into her hands.
"Yes." She breathes and you claim her lips with your own. This time never letting her go and ready to write your own fairytale.
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Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
So I have to write an essay on this book for class and I want to rip my hair out so I'm going to write my thoughts on the book before I go back to that. I prefer reviews to analysis. Obligatory spoiler warning. Also, I have seen nothing about the show, so this has nothing to do with that.
The book starts pretty interesting, following a man named Jeevan as he watches a production of King Lear with his girlfriend on the night that would mark the end of the world as they knew it. Jeevan is easy to connect with as a protagonist, he's struggled to decide what he wants to do with his life, he has a hero complex, he's paranoid, and he's just a guy. He's fascinating and honestly I don't even really remember most of the actual events other than when Jeevan was involved. Because as soon as I had grown attached to and understood Jeevan, he was no longer the main character. And that's how we're introduced to the main "gimmick" of the novel. It changes perspective and time period. A lot. The next section of the novel follows a young girl who had also performed in the production of King Lear where Jeevan had jumped on stage to attempt to save the lead actor, Arthur Leander, from what appears to be a heart attack. Arthur is also apparently important despite dying within the first few pages. Kirsten, the girl, remembers very little from before the pandemic began the night of Arthur's final performance. She was only 8 when the world ended after all. She is now performing with the Travelling Symphony, a group of survivors dedicated to continuing to spread Shakespeare's works in the new world. Kirsten is also an interesting protagonist, as she remembers so little of life before that it really feels like someone only reminiscing over a dream. She focuses on a pair of comics given to her during the rehearsal of King Lear by Arthur, who had received them from his first wife, the author of the comics.
At this point, I was pretty interested in Kirsten too. She seemed interesting, someone who grew up in an entirely different world from me. Then I realized she was 8 when the pandemic started and 10 at most when she was left alone by her brother's death. I'd really like to know how she survived twenty years. Nevertheless, we are introduced to... more characters, none of whom I remember. Other than the prophet because he happened to have potential for a fascinating story. He then remains mostly unmentioned until the end of the novel. So, okay, after only two sections, we have a cast of well over a dozen people and no way of knowing who will and won't be important in the future. That's fine, I'll just make a character list to reference as I continue.
But wait, there's more! Next, we see more about Arthur's life and the life of his first wife Miranda. Miranda was interesting and I do care about her story because she is, once again, relatable. A woman who is sick of how she has been treated using art as an outlet. Except she's also only really important in her connection to Arthur. It's around this time that we learn that Jeevan used to be a journalist and had also met Arthur. So the story centers around Arthur despite him not even being present for most of the story. I don't mind that in itself, but the way that every even mildly important person in his life somehow connects to one another is fucking weird.
At this point I'd given up on actually understanding the story and just want to create a damn web of their connections. At the center of everything is Arthur. Jeevan knew Arthur through his previous careers in the industry. Kirsten knows Arthur through the performance of King Lear and meets Jeevan at that same performance. Miranda is Arthur's first wife, met Jeevan when he was a paparazzo, and indirectly impacts Kirsten through her comics. Then there's Arthur's best friend, Clark, who will eventually run an important settlement in the world after the pandemic where he runs into Kirsten. There's also Arthur's second wife and their son, Elizabeth and Tyler. They also briefly live in the settlement run by Clark and Tyler will later become the prophet. What are the fucking odds of Arthur's second wife who happened to be Christian producing a child who would grow up in an airport believing in nothing other than the Bible before running off to take over a random town where he would meet Kirsten, a girl around his age that also knew his father and then chases her group along the road, references the comics she obsessed with, and dies practically by her hand. I think Arthur had a third wife too who he was in the process of divorcing when he died so he could marry another woman?
There are so many damn characters and the likeable ones are hardly seen! And now I've gotta write an essay on how the whole damn thing relates to the importance of art in survival. So I'm annoyed.
TLDR; There are too many characters to keep track of, I do not know the story, and I would rather pull teeth than write this essay, but pulling teeth can't get me to graduation.
#station eleven#station 11#book review#book#review#station eleven review#I'd seriously like to know what the hell was going on in the author's mind while writing this#too many stories were going on in too few words#anyway back to the essay#rip me
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