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ten things i hate love about lee | l.t

pairing: ten x fem implied!reader, highschool au, non idol!au, academic rivals

warnings: pg13, used a few curse words (fuck once for emphasis)

word count: 5.9K

summary — ten lee is practically perfect in every way. good for him, because you don’t care. except that he’s outshining you in areas you’ve never been outdone in before, and you hate him for it. maybe the reason you hate him is not because he’s talented, but because of how you’re falling for him.

a/n: thank you @ssunnae for beta reading the last part <3 i accidentally deleted my work on tumblr editor, had to try and copy and paste from docs, realised my docs wasn't the latest updates version, tried to restore the last bullet point from tumblr (which i had just tried to delete thinking i’d just use the docs version) when making this. it was hell. however, i did have a lot of fun playing with the chinese parts! please enjoy.

New year, new you. The careful arrangement of your stationery in your pencil case and the neat stacks of books in your bag are all leading up to one thing really. This year, this year is going to be your academic comeback.

#1: His academic prowess.

Now the thing is, when you say "academic comeback" you're not really talking about going from failing to passing. You're actually already at the top of the class. It's just that there's a certain boy called Ten Lee who constantly puts you on edge.

You're constantly competing in everything that you do now. Last time, you couldn't really care less if you were second or third in class, because you could run circles around most of the people during physical education (PE) class, play the piano semi-proficiently, and carry a tune.

Then, the year that you turned fifteen, a new boy transferred to your school.

He was Thai and had a deceivingly cute smile, and at first you couldn't wait to be friends with him.

"Hi! I'm Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, but you can call me Ten. Because I'm a ten out of ten in everything I do!" was how he had introduced himself.

And honestly, it was a little cheesy, but you thought he was all the cuter for it. Especially because he had clarified the Thai system of nicknames and explained that it really was his name, not just a joke to boast about himself.

So that was fine, up till the point when everyone started comparing you to him.

When he got first in class for math, you were surprised but not disappointed. You had done your best, and since you hadn't studied that much anyway. you were proud of your solid understanding. Besides, you had seen how much he had studied and worked for his grades. It was understandable to you.

But not to everyone else.

Not when he could keep up with you during gym class. He said that he did martial arts, which obviously made a lot more sense, but his stamina was scarily good. It was insane how much he trained and the discipline he had, and your parents started calling you out for it.

"Why aren't you studying?" They would ask. "Didn't the new boy, whose first language isn't even English, do better than you in Literature? It's probably because you don't work hard enough." It was the first time in your not-very-long life that you realised you actually had to start studying and not just submit homework on time.

It was a realisation you could have done without, but it was starting to eat into you. Your friends would throw in teasing remarks from time to time about how "Ten Lee was so smart and hahaha Y/n you finally have a competitor!" without consideration for the fact that you didn't want a competitor. You were perfectly fine cruising through high school and you didn't need someone to put into perspective your talents.

You had been the prodigy for so long you couldn't comprehend someone threatening your status.

Getting used to it took a while. And by "a while", you meant three years. But this year, you were going to be eighteen. You were going to become legal, and you had new worries to think about.

Like adulting, and drinking, and several other things like when were you going to get a house or pay your parents back for your car? Trivial matters seemed to occupy your mind a lot, but it was all similarly linked to proving yourself in the eyes of your peers again.

Also, you missed being validated.

Speaking of which.... "Hey there. I'm... supposed to be sitting here?"

That voice sounded familiar, who was it? As you looked up from your phone, you caught sight of a very familiar, annoyingly handsome face. Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul.

The universe must have been conspiring against you, because there was no way your luck was this bad. In a room with 20-odd teenagers, you still ended up with Ten, of all people? Seriously?

You gave him a stiff but polite smile (mostly to show him that you weren't above having manners either) and went back to fidgeting with your pen and trying your best to ignore his presence.

Sitting next to Ten was the worst experience of your life. When you previously a minimum of two seats away from him, how studious he was didn't bother you quite as much.

But it was a little more difficult to ignore the constant scribbling he was doing in his notebook (and they were good, neat notes; you peeked). His quiet confidence should have been contagious, but it was slightly disarming.

You were about to confidently explain why the work done against friction in your physics problem was 30.0 joules, when he lightly tapped your worksheet and said under his breath, "You missed one step. It's 27 joules."

Lo and behold, as soon as you looked at what he was pointing to, you realised he was right. Your skin coloured and you shook your head, lowering your hand as your teacher turned to look at you.

"Yes, Y/n? Would you like to answer the question?"

"It's alright," you mumbled softly. "I realised I missed something out."

The embarrassment seeped into your skin like poison, making you feel more and more terrible throughout the day. It wasn't the first mistake you had made, but that somehow made it worse. It made you wonder if previously Ten had noticed all your mistakes, and thought you were careless and silly.

You were still thinking about it at the end of the school day, as you collected your books and stashed it back into your bag, too tired to think about organising it.

"See you tomorrow," Ten smiled at you, waving as he left. Oh, how you hated the unreasonable way you disliked him.

#2: His chivalry.

"Good morning." Being greeted by Ten in the morning was one of those things you could do without. But it had been a good morning so far, and you weren't going to let him ruin that.

"Good morning," you replied, reaching for the door that both of you were standing in front of.

He beat you to it, opening the door before you could and gesturing for you to go first. You did, but with a slight huff, trying not to let it show how annoyed you were that you hadn't been faster.

It was a good morning though, he was right.

Firstly, your Chinese teacher was sick and not in school, meaning you had a free period. You and Yangyang decided to go to the library during your free period, happily speaking in Chinese all the way there.

Obviously, your teacher had assigned work, but the quiet confines of the library allowed you to be productive as you and Yangyang listened to music through your headphones (and his Airpods. Rich boy).

The hour passed uneventfully, and you headed back to class, refreshed from the cool air of the air-conditioned library.

Secondly, it was Literature period. You were currently on the topic of poetry, and though some of the poems made little to no sense to you, "Five ways to kill a man" was one of the most interestingly satirical poems you'd read.

Analysing poems was not your forte, but listening to people give their interpretations of poems and seeing the influence of their worldview on their interpretation was definitely intriguing.

Time flew by, and before you knew it, it was time for break.

You would gladly and easily have slid back into the rhythm of ignoring Ten completely, except he suddenly seemed determined to be everywhere in your life.

As you queued up for your food, he moved back, allowing you to order first. When you went back to class, he pulled your chair out for you to sit. When you dropped your pencil and bent down to pick it up, he covered the edge of the table so you wouldn't hurt your head.

What was wrong with him? Why was he going out of his way to be so nice?

Ten was a nice guy, there was no denying that. Even when he was constantly overshadowing your achievements, he never bragged about it, especially not to your face. But never before had he gone out of his way three consecutive times to be nice to you.

Something had to have been up. Maybe he had had too much sugar in his coffee, and was channeling the energy rush through being nice. Maybe he had been dared to do so. Maybe-

"Earth to Y/n. Are you okay? You've been staring at the same math problem for five minutes now without lifting your pen."

You blinked rapidly and looked at Ten, then back down at your paper. He was right (again). It was an easy question, but you were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't even started it yet.

Hurriedly, you put your pen to paper and began writing, trying to forget how caught up you had been in your thoughts of Ten.

#3: His generosity.

After a week of sitting next to Ten, his mannerisms became quite commonplace. You got used to his greetings each morning, coming to enjoy the positive way they started your day.

His smile and the way he threw his head back when he laughed — you grew used to it, to like it, even. He brought cheesy humour and dad jokes to class sometimes, muttering them under his breath and being surprised when you replied.

Slowly, your dynamic with him shifted from tolerance to acceptance, and his prominent existence in your life grew more and more bearable.

Take the time you bumped into him at the coffee shop near school, for example. You had left home early, as per usual, and were on your way to grab a cup of coffee from your favourite place just next to the school.

The shop was a small little place along the road that experienced high traffic in the mornings and afternoons when school ended. Students and teachers alike frequented the place, and you were no exception.

Like clockwork, you made your way there for your usual cappuccino (you liked milk) in the wee hours of the morning as the sun groggily rose. As per your usual morning routine, you were about to order your drink when you stumbled and bumped into the person in front of you.

Cursing your clumsiness, you immediately apologised. The person turned around, and you came face to face with none other than Ten Lee. You had been coming to the shop every schoolday for one and a half years and not once, had you seen Ten order anything from the shop. You’d never seen him step foot in it, nor bring a cup of the fresh coffee into class to savour.

It was so out of the ordinary that you froze, not quite sure what to do. Thrown off by the lack of habitual routine, it was all you could to pull yourself together to deliver your order.

“So sorry about that. I’ll pay for your coffee,” Ten told you, and the cashier nodded before you could protest. You wanted to tell him that really, it was fine, and it was definitely your fault, and could he please stop being such a gentleman?

But the words got caught in your mouth, and you stared dumbfoundedly at him as he paid.

Feeling a bit guilty and slightly awkward, you moved along down the queue, reaching out to grab your order. Thankfully, Ten didn’t try to initiate any conversation, and slowed down his pace when you briskly walked away.

That was, well. Perhaps not the best example of an encounter with Ten that was bearable. But you did understand his well-meaning intentions and were starting to get that maybe that was just what he was like.

After all, Ten’s generosity did seem to come intrinsically. He never failed to offer a pen when someone needed to borrow one, or to buy someone a gift when it was their birthday. (That was actually another thing you’d noticed. He remembered things about people.)

Once, you overheard him talking to Xiaojun about the upcoming NCT 127 concert. Xiaojun's bias was Jaehyun, and when Ten was buying them tickets, he'd purposely selected the category of restricted view seats that would be nearer to Jaehyun.

At the time, you didn't really think much of it, but thinking back on it, Xiaojun must have felt so loved to know that someone noticed his preferences like that. Ten's thoughtfulness in his gifts (not just giving costly, expensive and useless items) was something else that made you like him, just a little.

#4: Him being multilingual.

February 22nd was probably the first day that you didn't get greeted by Ten at the door. It was funny how over the course of a month, you'd quickly become accustomed to saying good morning to him. Although it was only two words, they did help to start your day on the right foot.

You had read somewhere that it took 59-70 days to form a habit. It might only have been about 50, but you had come to form the habit of greeting Ten each morning.

So when Ten was busy on a phone call that morning, you couldn't help but to notice that he seemed to be speaking in Thai. You had to confess that even after three years of knowing Ten, you had never heard him speak in his native language before.

His English was extremely good, and the accent could not be associated with his Thai origins, so the way he sounded in Thai was quite foreign to you.

"Y/n, why do you look so out of it today?"

"Hm?" You shook your head, shaking yourself from your trance to say hello to your friend Kun. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking."

"What about?"

Ten Lee? You couldn't possibly tell Kun that. You'd sound like a silly little highschooler with a crush on your classmate! Instead, you shrugged and gave as vague of an answer as you could. "Projectile motion..."

Kun nodded, unconvinced. But he didn't press you for details, instead choosing to switch to Chinese, suspecting that you wanted to talk about Ten without him realising.

“Zhe shi yin wei li yong qin ma？” Is this because of Ten Lee?

“Ng!” You replied unhappily. “Wo zen me mei gan jue dao zi ji wu yi zhong xi huan shang le ta ne?” How could I have not realised myself unconsciously falling for him?

"It happens," Kun replied, not unkindly. "After all-"

"Wo hen you mei li a," Ten interjected. I have a lot of charm. You half-flinched, half-gasped. Since when could Ten speak Chinese? Yes, you were well aware that he could speak Thai, English and Korean fluently, but nobody had told you that he could speak Chinese!

If you had known, you would have saved yourself so much embarrassment. Luckily, Kun was as surprised as you, meaning he hadn't deliberately tried to put you on the spot when switching languages.

Oh, his multilingual brain was too much for you to bear. How were you going to explain yourself? You had basically just indirectly confessed your undying love for Ten in the least subtle way possible.

You buried your face in your hands to hide the blush spreading over your cheeks, and Kun patted your back comfortingly, trying to tell you that it was okay (it wasn't).

Just then, Yangyang of all people had to walk past.

Of course, the nosy boy wanted to know what had just happened. Kun pulled him aside, gently explaining under his breath the absolutely mortifying situation you were in, while you tried to ignore the amused look you were sure was on Ten's face.

"Are you done sulking yet?" He asked, the light-heartedness in his tone somehow making things worse. He obviously didn't understand how humiliated you were feeling.

"... No." You pouted and turned over so that you didn't have to face him, drowning out the sounds of Yangyang's laughter.

"Zumindest kann er kein Deutsch," he offered.

"It doesn't matter if he can't speak German," you groaned. "Neither can I, really! Ahh zhen bu hao yi si!" You cry into your sweater. This is so embarrassing!

Wait a second... you don't own a sweater.

Reluctantly, you sat up and looked at the sweater, checking for a name of some sort. Written on the tag of the sweater, in cursive, was Ten's name.

Of-fucking-course. He probably just draped it over you while you were wallowing in your sorrow, and you didn't realise because you were too busy being embarrassed.

"You can keep it," Ten supplied helpfully. "I've got plenty anyway."

You didn’t know why, but you were glad it smelled like him.

#5: His arms.

It was late when you left school that evening. Your extracurriculars had dragged longer than they were supposed to, and the sun was already setting by the time you climbed into your car.

It wasn't the first time that you were leaving school late in the evening, but you still felt like there was someone watching you, or following you. Afraid to draw attention to yourself, you quickly started the engine and drove off towards your house.

You were maybe fifteen minutes away from home when you realised that a car behind you had been following you for the past fifteen minutes. Instead of going home by the usual route, you turned left instead. (You were probably going to get lost due to your terrible sense of direction, but it was fine.)

The car followed.

You took another left, hoping against hope that it would finally stop tailing you.

But it didn't.

Nervous and unsure what to do, you noticed with a start that the street you were on was oddly familiar. Where had you seen it before... Oh, that was right. Ten's street was on the left. You'd seen it on his Instagram and thought it was unfairly good for photo taking.

With one hand on the wheel and your fingers shaking, you dialed Ten's number and turned left.

"Hello?" His voice sounded warm and inviting, and you wished you could be next to him right at that moment.

"Are you home? Can- can you open the door, please?" You asked, voice trembling. Ten didn't reply for a moment, but you heard his footsteps over the call and breathed a sigh of relief. Surely he would say yes....

"What's going on, Y/n?" He asked, voice hardening. He sounded annoyed, angry, even. It was not an emotion you were used to attributing to Ten. He always seemed happy all the time, and if he were mad because you were calling him, you didn't know where else to go.

"I think someone's following me. And I'm on your street. If the lights in your house are on, I'll be able to spot you," you forced yourself to say.

"Okay." Without asking any more questions, you saw the side gate of a house open. You abruptly came to a halt, trying to ignore the screeching of brakes as the car behind you struggled to come to a stop as well. You threw open the door and shut it behind you, fingers shaking as you tried to lock it and ran into Ten's house, stumbling into his arms as he hurriedly locked the door behind you.

"Didn't know where else to go," you mumbled, your legs turning into jelly as you shook nervously in his arms.

#6: His art.

It took a while before you felt alright again. It came slowly, as Ten handed you a mug of hot chocolate and sat you down on the couch. Every one of his moves was slow, cautious, careful not to jar you and gently bring you back to your senses. You hugged the sweater tighter around yourself, curling up and wiggling your toes, glad he did not mention that the sweater you were wearing was his.

Neither of you spoke, and instead you let your gaze linger over the vastness of the inside of Ten's house. You'd never been in it before, but even though it didn't feel sprawlingly big, it felt open and spacious, with plenty of space for creation, and more importantly, creativity.

Art was everywhere into the house, imbued in the very spirit of it. The mug in your hand was glazed, and you could feel the untouched base of the mug had something etched into it. If you flipped it over, you would have seen Ten's Thai name engraved there, a mark of his own work.

The wall was covered in wallpaper, but the wallpaper was blank, and acted as a giant canvas. On some edges, there were doodles in bold black marker, something he must have done mindlessly when he was bored. On the other sides, there were impulsive brush strokes drawn in large arcs, some dry and opaque, some more translucent, and some that were just delightfully textured.

It drew you to it, making you feel at home even in the house with all its modern furniture. The rug beneath your feet felt like his work as well, with the cow pattern on it reminiscent of his unique art style.

"Are you alright?" Ten asked, breaking the silence.

You would have liked to stay quiet for a little longer, absorbing all the little pieces of Ten that had slowly been absorbed into the house, to learn everything that made him him. But perhaps it was the art itself and the way that it made you feel that caused the words to spill and heave out of you like a waterfall.

You couldn't tell if you hated or loved the way you felt vulnerable and willing to overshare in the atmosphere that he had created, but when Ten gently smiled at you to go on, you decided that things could most definitely be worse.

"This guy was following me, and I didn't know where to go, so I tried to shake him off and realised that I was near your house and then I got scared and tried to call you and you picked up and well. I didn't know where else to go." The words tumbled out of your mouth, and you couldn't stop yourself from rambling.

"Hey. Are you alright?" Ten inched closer towards you, setting his open palm facing upwards on his thigh, inviting you to hold his hand. As soon as you reached out towards him, he clasped your hand tightly and comfortingly and said nothing for a few moments.

When you spoke, his smile had dropped, and you knew he was trying to hide his shock at the man following you. It was creepy, yes, and you had been so afraid, but you had always kind of known that this was an experience you would go through at least once in your lifetime. However, for a man, this could well have been one of his worst nightmares.

"I think I'm okay now."

#7: His willingness to help.

"You know, I won't be there every time if you're getting chased. You've got to learn how to protect yourself. I can teach you martial arts, if you'd like."

The offer came from nowhere, so you were a little surprised, but also inclined to take him up on it. It really was going to be a problem, and even if it wasn't, it was always good to learn a new skill from someone who's proficient in it.

You nodded numbly.

"Want me to drive you home?" You shook your head, reaching into your pocket for your phone to let your parents know where you were. Knowing them, they were probably worried out of their minds because you hadn't reached home yet.

Sure enough, when your mother picked up the phone, she bombarded you with questions. They were all very well-meaning, like asking you where you were and why you weren't home, and are you okay? You told her that you were at Ten's house, a creepy guy was following you, and you had been deathly afraid but you were all good now.

"Can I stay over at Ten's place?"

Your mum sounded doubtful when she replied, asking about your clothes and your books and where you were going to sleep. She sounded inclined to say no, telling you that you shouldn't overstay your welcome. She made you thank Ten several times, insisting that you leave.

Thank goodness for Ten, who charmed your mother into listening to him and agreeing to let you stay overnight. He assured her that you could borrow his younger sister's clothes and that not to worry, she was overseas and wouldn't mind.

Your mother told you to thank him (again) tonight and the next morning when you left his place. You agreed, reminding her that you love her and she hung up.

"Your sister doesn't really live in this house, does she?"

Ten looked at you confusedly. "Where else would she live?"

"I don't know, it just seemed like I'd never seen her before." You shrugged, looking around at the house again. "And, well, it did seem like you lived here all alone, but I guess it's too big of a house for you to manage on your own."

"I assure you that I live with my family. My parents are upstairs right now, and my sister's on an exchange programme right now so she's not in town. The reason they haven't come here is probably because it's a big house and they're busy doing something together. The last activity they were doing was solving a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle."

Ten's family seemed so chill and easygoing, a stark contrast to what you were used to. Ten brought you up to his sister's room to borrow her pajamas, and you took the chance to take a quick shower, wiping yourself down with a towel you had borrowed.

Afterwards, the manners your parents had ingrained in you caused you to insist that Ten introduce you to his parents, and you apologised for intruding and disturbing their evening.

However, they were absolute sweethearts. His father offered to make some food for you, if you were hungry, and his mother asked if you were quite alright after the ordeal. You insisted that you were fine, but they wouldn't stop worrying until Ten assured them that you're fine.

It was really all very endearing, because your parents fussed in a different way from them, and had never been so open to simply having people over. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last sleepover you had.

Ten brought you up, but his parents wouldn't let you sleep in his room. He brought you to his sister's room, and you fell asleep fitfully.

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#8: His proficiency in martial arts

You really misinterpreted what Ten meant by "teaching you martial arts". You thought he meant a chill session and some quick tips on defending yourself, maybe a few corrections. After which, you'd feel badass and ready to tackle any horny, screwed-up in their minds men.

You were dead wrong, because Ten had not meant any of those things.

You were only five minutes in and already drenched in sweat, your clothes sticking to your skin and droplets beading at your hairline. You lifted your arm to wipe the sweat away with your sleeve, and your biceps screamed out in pain, begging for mercy.

It turns out that the reason Ten was so physically fit was because his training routine was rigorous. Not pretentious rigorous, and not the type of rigorous that bodybuilders used to lose fat, either. It was the type of rigorous that strengthened your muscles and pushed them just shy of their breaking point.

If you had to do this every other day, you'd probably be in the best physical shape of your life, which was Ten's current situation.

Ten was determined to make you stronger, because according to him, you "can't defend yourself if you're weak." It was a really polite way of saying that you weren't strong enough to protect yourself, which was a humbling thought.

He told you that you were only going to be doing a warmup, since you were just starting and you had school the next day. ("I want you to be able to walk tomorrow" were his exact words. It was... encouraging to hear that. Not.)

10 minutes in, you were cursing Ten's proficiency in martial arts. And your own stupidity, for agreeing to it. Why had you thought you would be able to keep up with him? He was Ten, your archnemesis, your one and only competitor who could beat you if he tried just a little. Obviously, you never learned from your mistakes.

Ten decided that you should try to punch people first. But not the way that you wanted to.

Instead of cool punches and socking people in the jaw (you're sure Ten got to do that in training, but you weren't Ten), he made you hit your elbows upwards against his padded gloves until the muscles in your arms, shoulders and back that you didn't even realise existed throbbed.

Then, he simply moved on to the next exercise. You never got to throw him over your shoulder like a sack of rice, but you did get to practise almost breaking his arm. A hundred or so times, until you weren't even trying to hit him anymore. He would yell at you to try harder ("Where's your energy?") and then, when you gave him a tired look, lower his volume and say, "Let's try that again."

Again, he was not being unkind, but his focus and seriousness made him a very strict teacher indeed.

The most fun part was when he decided to teach you how to kick a man in the groin. (Not knee them. Because that would take away the advantage of distance, of course. Of course you knew that.)

He lifted his arms up, carefully moving himself out of the "line of fire" and positioning himself diagonally in front of you. Channeling all your rage, tiredness and desire to go home, you kicked your leg out as hard as you could-

And fell right on your butt.

Your butt hurt, but your ego hurt more. Especially when Ten failed to contain his laughter, gasping for air and even choking. Was he trying to be dramatic or was he always like that? It was a far cry from the stifled, polite laughter in class when you laughed at his jokes, but it was endearing all the same.

You couldn't fault him for finding it funny. You were, after all, on your butt on the ground and it was possibly due to your hubris. Maybe being overconfident while trying a new skill wasn't a good idea, especially when you were trying it out with your expert classmate (who maybe wasn’t really your rival anymore).

Ten knelt down, arms wrapping around you from behind as he pulled you to your feet, his warm embrace making you want to fall asleep in his arms.

#9: His back.

Wait... what?

Okay, this definitely wasn't a good idea. Thinking about falling asleep in Ten's arms, in Ten's house, after spending a night over? Yeah, this was a recipe for trouble.

Ten seemed oblivious to how you were feeling, since all he did was continue teaching you a new skill.

“So what if he tries to grab you from behind? Well obviously, if it’s someone you know, you might hug him back. But if it’s a creepy guy? You’ll want to be able to attack him regardless of how he’s holding you.”

To demonstrate, Ten tightly grabbed you from behind. You would have liked to protest, but he grabbed you so suddenly that you lost your balance, falling forwards. Reacting quickly, Ten rolled over and you landed on top of him, hyperaware of his arms and his body heat and the feel of his breath on you.

Your faces were so close to each other that if you moved too quickly, you might just kiss him. Which, honestly, didn’t sound like a bad idea at this point. Your locked arms were the only thing keeping your lips from his. And they were trembling from your exhaustion and the desire to give in to the tired pleas of your muscles.

Ten tried to lift your arm off of him, trying to stand up—which was a terrible mistake. Your elbow immediately gave way, and you crashed onto him, your chest falling onto his. Your heart was racing, and with the proximity, you couldn’t tell if the thumping sound was coming from your heart, or his.

Just before you thought things couldn’t get any worse, Ten angled his face up and whispered in your ear, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded dumbly and he gently kissed you, so quickly you couldn’t tell for sure if it was intentional. It was the slightest brush of his lips on yours, the brief contact making you yearn for more.

Before you could advance on him any further, he stood up abruptly, one hand carelessly pulling you up.

#10: His pretty face.

Ten’s face was flushed red and you were sure yours was too. He looked away quickly, composed himself, and turned back to you. “Shall we continue?”

Except you didn’t hear him, because you were too busy pressing your fingers to your lips in shock and staring into his eyes.

He waved his hand in front of your face and you jerked back to reality. “Yeah- Actually, no. Let’s discuss this.” You gestured meaninglessly, realised how dumb you looked, and dropped your hand lamely.

Ten looked at you expectantly, clearly waiting for a greater revelation than that.

“Like, me sleeping in your sister’s clothes and you buying me coffee? And—goodness forbid—you flirting with me? And now this? Ten, I thought we weren’t even on speaking terms!”

It was only until the last sentence that Ten’s confusion dissipated, and you realised with a start that the pressure he put on you was very much one sided. To him, it was a friendly rivalry. To you, it was a threat to your pride.

“Y/n, we were always on speaking-”

“Actually, you know what? It’s fine. I’m just confused, but I’ll be fine. Please, continue.”

Ten’s hand reached out and grabbed your chin, tilting your head and forcing you to look at him. “You’re so dense! Is kissing you not obvious enough? Y/n, I like you!”

“I- I don’t understand,” you fumbled, desperately grasping for straws.

“I like you,” he deadpanned. “I don’t know how much more obvious I can make it. Is this not straightforward enough? What more do you want me to do?”

“Kiss me again,” was out of your lips before you could stop yourself, and Ten’s lips were on yours before you could process what you had just said.

“I blame it on that pretty face of yours,” you said as soon as he pulled away.

“Oh yeah?” He tipped his face upwards and laughed, the sound of his laughter as light as a feather. You couldn’t help but to stare at him, the curve of his chin and the tilt of his jaw, his scoff and the way he rolled his eyes at the same time. His cheeks were dusted pink and his eyes fixed themselves on you again.

He flexed his hand, adjusting the wrap around his wrist and you felt the sudden urge to give him a hug.

“I love you, Ten Lee,” you whispered in his ear, and although you couldn’t see it, he smiled, just a little.

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*这是因为李永钦吗？ (is this because of ten lee?)

**嗯! 我怎么没感觉到自己无意中喜欢上了他呢？ (yes! how could i have unconsciously fallen for him?)

***我很有魅力啊。(i have a lot of charm)

****真不好意思！(how embarrassing!)

#k-labels #ten #kpop fics #xiaojun #wayv #jaehyun #nct #🪁 — my works #fic: ten things i love about lee

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pierrai · 1 year ago

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Difficulties of being in a relationship with your OCs! What are some things about them that their partner might see as their bad side or something they don't particularly like?

Hello anon! Thank you very much for your request! I'm writing something short tonight (I think! I write the A/Ns before the imagine so I'm hoping it isn't over 1.5K!) because I'm a bit tired and my health is failing, but I hope you enjoy! I included Peri and Florin too because I like them and want to write a bit about them! Hope you don't mind!!

Character: Multiple Word Count: 2526 Scenario: Difficulties of being the S/O of OCs Warnings: Unhealthy relationship dynamic, mentions of death, abuse, alcoholism

For Mira, his most glaring negative aspect is easy to guess. He is, of course, cursed, and so being his partner will naturally come with the heavy downside of hoping he doesn't accidentally (or purposefully) kill you one day along with the rest of humanity.

More subtly however, Mira's downsides range from something as basic as his simple mindedness, to the more complicated existential crisis he's always mulling over.

He is, somehow, both dense and attentive. He can pick up on some emotions yet completely miss others. Sometimes he just needs things explaining to him a couple of times before he's sure he's understood it, so if you're someone with little patience, he's likely to grate on your nerves occasionally.

He is also an indecisiveness people-pleaser. If you want him to make a decision on something, he's more likely to awkwardly smile and ask what you think rather than just giving you the answer he'd actually choose.

Above all, Mira just wants to be liked, and for as long as he can remember, he's done his best to achieve this want. This can likely make him seem easily swayed at best or two-faced at worst, and maybe someone with a firmer sense of identity might become irritated at someone who is always subtly trying to stay liked rather than being themselves.

Eliot, again, has obvious flaws, though his are definitely centred around his personality in a more severe way than Mira rather than anything world-destroying. Not many people like Eliot as a friend, let alone as a partner, and if he is your partner, you're in for an even more burdensome task.

Eliot's insistence that he's a god can already be difficult to handle as is. He's incredibly narcissistic and seems to think the world should revolve around him and do as he pleases, and that includes you.

Even if you could read his mind and know his every desire, he's still likely to get upset at you for one thing or another. Even if he really likes you, that doesn't bar you from his haughtiness, which can become quite annoying if it's something you're likely to always take too seriously.

On top of that, Eliot's past has given him abandonment issues that definitely push past the barrier of severe. This combined with his pre-existing god complex means he can become incredibly possessive and controlling, wanting to keep you in place so that you never leave and believing he is entirely within his godly right to do so.

It's difficult to break through to the more vulnerable and caring side of him without bringing a hammer down on the fragile glass of his ego too. For some partners, the reward of Eliot's undying loyalty just isn't worth the trouble.

Someone reserved like Nen doesn't have any outwardly problematic issues. In fact he's very intent on avoiding most people, both out of fear and introversion.

He's not particularly outgoing or adventurous however, and is often just downright moody. Sometimes it might feel like he's actively trying to keep himself trapped in his misery rather than wanting to cheer up, which might be annoying for someone impatient enough not to see why he might be doing that.

If the person he finds himself with is someone who needs a lot of verbal communication, then Nen simply wouldn't be able to fit that role. He'd prefer listening rather than butting in with his own thoughts; he's perfectly fine sitting patiently while someone else prattles on so he can be relieved of the burden of carrying on the conversation himself. It's just not his way.

If his partner can handle his muted responses and not find themselves discouraged into thinking he's bored or disinterested, then he's perfectly happy as well.

Being a demon should be enough of a difficulty in a relationship with Haine.

Regardless of the circumstance under which you enter a relationship with him, he's spent near half a millennium hunting people down and pushing them towards their demise so he can devour what's left, and so being with him romantically is bound to present a plethora of issues.

He's almost definitely made you suffer in some way. If Haine ever had the inkling that he liked someone, he'd seek to sabotage those feeling immediately, convincing himself that he simply feels hatred instead all while he eggs himself into hurting you more and more to confirm that. Getting him to finally admit that he loves you would result in enough trauma that perhaps you won't feel the same by the end.

But if you do, and if you decide you can forgive him and stay with him despite what he's done, it still won't be very easy. It's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, and Haine is no different; he's so stuck in his ways that getting him to accept that he doesn't have to have it out for everyone will take time.

Haine's bad side is simply that he's lived a life of cruelty for far too long, and it's easy for him to go back to it when he's feeling lost. Whether that cruelty is regrettably directed towards you or other people, it's bad nonetheless.

Jun may be one of those character where being called 'too nice' or 'too giving' isn't a way of bragging about having no downsides, and instead actually is a downside.

There really isn't much to complain about when it comes to Jun on a surface level, and even if you get closer to him to the point of being in a relationship, the positive still vastly outweigh the negatives, but that doesn't mean the negatives aren't there.

Jun really is too giving, in a way that probably ends up jeopardising not only his own wellbeing, but the wellbeing of anyone who decides to become invested in him as a person.

Really what he needs is for someone to tell him that he simply can't be expected to solve everyone's problems just to satisfy some past regrets of his. Sometimes his constant 'do-good' ethos can be more frustrating than it is helpful to those who actually care about him.

Being in a relationship means you've broken through his near-impenetrable walls, but it doesn't mean you've stopped him from slowly building them back up.

For someone who's always so eager to hear about your issues, he's always quick to downplay or downright ignore his own, even if you insist that he's not burdening you in the slightest. To avoid the relationship being incredibly one-sided when it comes to talking issues through, it might feel like you need to force him at times to simply say what's bothering him. It's not a dealbreaker, but it's certainly a running theme in the relationship.

In the noble society he lives in, there aren't many who would see Oliver as a suitable marriage candidate, but even if he were amongst the common people, he likely would have difficulty finding love as well. His childhood was marred with difficulties that carried on to his adult life, so he's not the most cheerful person to be around. He often decides it's better to drown his sorrows in booze rather than work through them.

Since he was paid little attention as a child, Oliver has never properly learnt to regulate his emotions properly. He is easily upset and angered and lashes out more easily when with people he's closer to. It's only the purposeful distance he keeps from others that keeps his impulsivity in check, but if he were to actually like someone, he'd find it difficult not to be selfish with them.

His reliance on alcohol to not only vent out his sorrows whilst drunk, but also forget them come his morning hangover probably wouldn't be easy to handle. Oliver is quite depressed and oftentimes won't listen to reason. If you're the upbeat type, he's likely to just rain on your parade with his pessimism. He's also filled with insecurities, meaning he'll end up insulting not only himself but probably also you when he feels like he's being picked apart. Over all, he just needs a lot of emotional care and delicacy, which may be a bit too much for some.

Damien is what many would label a 'psychopath' if they were to know his true nature, though he would contest this. With that title alone, it should be obvious what difficulties would come with being his partner. If you've gotten close enough to him where he actively wants you to be his partner, you've gotten close enough for him to reveal every part of himself to you.

Damien cares little about secrets in a relationship. He's willing to be an open book (perhaps a little too open) and spill all of his feelings. Sometimes, it might feel like he's rambling, actively describing how he feels in the moment as if he and you are both specimens he needs to examine. He loves gaining new knowledge, and this pursuit of knowledge extends to understand love and affection too. He isn't afraid to push the boundaries on his version of love and see where it leads him, and neither is he afraid to push you in oftentimes cruel ways to see how you tick as well.

His love is simply overwhelming. Unless you're the type to feel comfortable under his sick and twisted depths, you'll end up drowning instead. Damien has plenty of love to give and plenty of ways to show it, but not all these ways are fun or loving (again, he begs to differ), so for a weak-willed partner, his 'bad side' would often be apparent and all the more inescapable.

Though seemingly smooth and charismatic, Alastor would make for a far more difficult lover than one might think. He's selfish, egotistical and greedy. He wants the world to pay attention to him, and you even more so. He'll have a lot of hypocritical 'one for thee, another for me' rules that you're bound to grow frustrated with, and unless Al is worn down to complete loyalty, he'll mostly treat you as expendable.

Al can become easily jealous if you treat him the same way he treats you and will make this known. He's not above threats and manipulation, so even if you're as sly as he is, he'll somehow find a way to trump that.

Even in love, he must compete and constantly prove his worth. It's hard to get him to fully focus on having a partner and doing what's best for you when there are other tempting things out there for him to set his sights on.

You would have to work around or simply get used to not always being Al's number one priority, while also being expected to hold him as yours.

Orion, despite having a cold exterior, is actually well-liked by noble ladies and lords. Being both capable and from a wealthy and powerful family, there is little reason to not want to be his partner. But, this is only the perspective of most nobles who have both their family's shallow interests at the forefront of their mind. For a normal person, a man from a wealthy family who values noble traditions might not be ideal.

Orion is actually somewhat of an outlier in his family when it comes to upholding tradition, likely thanks to his experiences with Alastor, but although he doesn't value the family legacy as much as his parents and can see when placing it before his family's actual well-being is harmful, he values it enough to turn a blind eye when taking action might jeopardise his position.

Orion is dedicated above all to his work in making sure he lives up to his parents expectations. The main issue with being his partner is that it will often feel like he's cheating on you with his position. He's married to work more than any one person, and the time he spends working long nights and early mornings means he'll often leave you to your own devices.

He is somewhat of a coward, keeping up his persona as a dutiful noble lord rather than allowing himself any sort of pleasure, selfish or not, which also ends up being less selfish on his part when it harms those he's close to.

Being Peri's partner requires, on some level, for you to be abnormal. There's a particular sort of resilience you need to withstand someone like Peri, not because he's intentionally evil, but because traits of his race and his upbringing have made him provocative towards humans.

Peri can seem both dense and very perceptive. He'll poke and prod until he's gotten a reaction that entertains him and enjoy figuring out why he got one such as that and how he might be able to get it again. Then, he'll conveniently forget information and suddenly remember it later when it'll hit the hardest. As his race is one that cares little for grievances commit towards each other (they see this mischief as fun more than anything) Peri is much the same.

He isn't the type to harm others out of some sadistic want nor do anything extreme; his decades living amongst humans has at least given him some social grace and empathy, and he's hardly about to kill or maim anyone) but he is very casual about matters that other would handle with more tact. He'll easily be the bystander who lets atrocities happen. He is eccentric and needs someone able to withstand him or simply keep up with him. You would also have to reconcile with the fact that Peri, who's lifespan is a lot longer, will love you closer to the way a human loves their pets than a person loves their partner.

Though a prince, Florin doesn't have the fairy tale disposition of one. He is obsessed with wealth and flaunts his money and status whenever he can. He is very loose with himself and those he cares about, often not even seeing why what he's saying or doing might be flat out insensitive or ignorant. He is simply a man with a ridiculously extravagant amount of wealth and privilege, and his personality reflects this.

It would be hard for any partner to get close to liking Florin, but especially if you've ever suffered any sort of hardship. Florin is someone who's never had to struggle for anything and has had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He'll make fun of those unfortunate enough to be poor and mock them for not being born the way he was. He'll also have absolutely no clue why doing so might make people mad. He thinks that, especially with you, if he just throws money at whatever problem he's caused, it'll solve itself. Money always made him happy after all.

He expects you to do as he wants much like the servants that trail him around. He won't mind if you don't (he might even be amused, but being the subject of Florin's amusement isn't much better) and doesn't lash out like some nobles do when they can't get their way (he's more likely to playfully whine) but being expected to be as his beck and call is bad enough to begin with.

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bemysinphony · 2 years ago

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Are you feeling this too?

pairing: txt taehyun x f!reader

genre: os, au, fluff, smut

summary: when your attraction to him becomes unbearable and you fail to hide it, he has a surprise in store for you...

warnings under the cut!

warnings: beomgyu makes an appearance (but he's not part of the smut), friends-to-lovers, irony, tae is a bit of a know-it-all, they both have a thing for hands (quirofilia), they are veeeeery much down bad for eachother, cursing, mutual masturbation, handjob, thigh-riding, fingering, praising.

word count: 3,3k

notes: in case you haven't already noticed, I'm a big fan of friends-to-lovers 😋 this has been in my drafts for wayyy too long, I can't believe it's finally seeing the light! I kept editing it so many times because I was never satisfied enough (damn perfectionism), so I hope the final result is decent 😭 enjoy <;3

You two knew eachother for some years now and were the most comfortable with one another. You shared almost anything with no worries or embarrassment, as well as feeling a special kind of excitement everytime you had something you needed to talk about and knew the other was going to be there to listen without judgement.

Taehyun was a bit of a know-it-all sometimes and he loved to use that side of his personality especially to tease you, but that didn't stop him from validating your thoughts and feelings, however unrational they might be. And he found relief in you, who helped him to not think too rationally like he did most of the time. You balanced each other quite well, that's why you worked like a match made in heaven.

Same could have been said about your clingyness: you both needed your own space and individuality, but, when you felt like it, you were ready to cuddle the other until satisfied.

Neither of you could have predicted that this level of comfort would have extended even to sleeping together in the same bed though.

Lately, whenever you two hang out at night with your shared group of friends and you were too tired or drunk to go back to your apartment, as he was to accompany you, he started offering you to stay at his place, which was closer to the centre of the city. Not giving it much thought, you simply turned collapsing onto his mattress into an habit.

Last night was one of those nights: you checked out a new bar with your friends, the dishes were delicious, as well as the drinks, reason why it was easy to drink a bit more than usual.

"Looks like you'll come with me tonight as well" Taehyun stated, holding your waist to help you stand up. It was so unfair that he held his liquor so well and better than you.

As usual, Beomgyu teased you both about the situation: "At this point, I'm so sure they've been doing a lot more than just sleeping... when are you guys going to confess the truth to us, uh?"

"Shut up, Gyu" you mumbled annoyed.

"Let's go, he's just envious" Tae retorted, nodding to the group to greet them.

"I'm not envious! I'm not!" Beomgyu's shouted at your back, accompanied by the laughs of the others.

The last thing you remembered was slipping into the warm covers of Taehyun's bed, all clean up and ready to collapse and sleep for hours.

"Are you comfortable?" he made sure, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You groaned in affirmation, deeply inhaling his perfume that permeated the sheets, something that never failed to relax you.

"Goodnight then" he wished you.

"You too Tae" you grumbled before falling asleep, too tired to give any importance to the feeling of being stared at.

When you open your eyes on the half light of the bedroom the morning after, you rise your head to look at his soft sleeping face, following his features as if you were tracing them with your fingers. Honestly, it was also very much unfair how pretty he was and that you only got to look at him like that when he wasn't aware of it. You sigh softly and your gaze lands on his slightly parted lips.

The faint memory of the dream you had falls upon you all at once, making your cheeks flush. Did you really dreamed about fucking him? Again? And this time while you were sleeping in his bed, with him in it ? This was getting out of hand. How were you supposed to keep a straight face while looking at him now?

At first you kept telling yourself that having these type of thoughts about him was just caused by the curiosity that your friends' comments sparkled... but when you started to linger your gaze on him, feeling attracted to his body and the way he moved, until you fantasized of kissing and touching him, you understood that, no, it definitely wasn't just that at all.

You were terrified by the idea of ruining your precious friendship, of losing your best friend, just because of lust. Just the thought itself felt like losing oxygen. And yet you couldn't help your feelings that only kept on growing. What a cliché.

You try to get up without waking him up, moving slowly outside the covers, but the mattress betrays you, squeaking as you shift your weight. He stretches and blinks to adjust to the light, serene and unaware, while you freeze on the spot, still sitting on the mattress, blushing even more if possible.

When he looks at you he immediately notices: "Hey, are you okay? Do you have a fever?" He gets up quickly, worried. His raspy morning voice definitely wasn't of help.

"N-no, no, i'm fine" you manage to say.

To make sure he reaches out to touch your forehead anyway, causing a rush of chills running down your back. "Okay, you don't" he sights in relief.

"That's what I told you!"

"Why are you blushing this hard then?"

"It's nothing, it's just hot, I need a shower..." you want to get up and find refuge in the bathroom, but you can’t bring yourself to move. You feel your panties getting wet and instinctively push your legs closer together.

Shit.

He glances down at your sudden movement, understanding what was going on: "Oh, I see... you're horny" he smiles amused, "so, your plan was to get off in my shower?"

"I was just gonna take a cold shower!" Your heartbeat quickes at the thought of him imagining you touching yourself. You wonder if he has ever done it, but you immediately chase the thought away.

"Yeah, sure..." he mocks you, a playful smirk on his lips. "I am too right now, so... nothing to be embarrassed about"

"Wait- right now? Are you...?"

"Uhm, yeah, I'm hard right now" he frowns, confused by your surprise, "I was going to, you know, take care of it... while you're in the shower."

"W-well, now we can't do that."

"Why is that?"

Your eyes widened. Was he for real? Was he trying to act bold, pushing your buttons to see how you'd react?

"Do you seriously want to get off at the same time, in different rooms, while being aware of it?" You point out the obvious.

"Would you rather get off here? Together ?"

Was he joking or was he provoking you? And if the latter was true, why? Was he attracted to you as well? And if so, was he trying to find out how you felt about it? No, that couldn't be... those were just your delusional fantasies... right? You look away and blush even more if possible.

He registers your reaction and this time he fully blushes as well, thinking it's an affermative answer to his question: "Wait- seriously? Would you like that?"

This wasn't what you meant, but it wasn't wrong either: you do want that, him, with every fiber of your body.

You don't understand how he feels about it, what's behind his embarrassment and surprise, so maybe this is the time to address the elephant in the room once and for all and find out. You feel the panic growing quickly inside your chest as you say, "What if... what if I did?"

He looks you dead in the eyes and swallows.

Surely he's searching for the right words to reject you, to tell you that he wouldn't, that you are just a friend for him and that the way he's been staring at you is because of the affection he-

"I'd like that too" he admits. The cool and chill facade is crumbling before your eyes, piece by piece. "I... I fantasised about it. About you."

You can't believe what your ears have just heard. Is this happening for real or it's just a very vivid dream?

"You did?"

"Yeah... of course" he shakes his head, "I mean, I don't know, these days I feel very attracted to you so it just came naturally to imagine how it would feel... to do it with you" he looks down, the fiery red tips of his ears sticking out. Now that he's letting his vulnerability take over he's so cute. It's a pity that you don't get to see this side of him as often as you'd want to. You want to kiss him so bad.

"Has this happened to you?" He finally asks.

"Yeah..." you bite your lip out of anxiety "I am very attracted to you Tae... I've been for a while now and... recently it's been difficult to not mind it at all. Like, very difficult..."

"Fuck..." he lets out inadvertently.

"Yeah, exactly" you let out a nervous giggle and his eyes widens.

"Should we...?"

"Would you like that?"

"Damn if I'd like that. You? Would you?"

"Definitely, yes" you confirm.

Still a little uncertain and awkwardly, you both move closer to eachother, looking forward to the touch you've been craving all this time.

Your first kiss begins sweet and tender: your fingers run through his soft hair that you have always loved very much, while he's smiling on your lips and caressing your cheek.

When you give his tongue access to your mouth things get heated. He instinctively moves his hands to your waist to bring you closer, his fingers starts lingering over the bare skin of your back, just above the elastic of the sweatpants. When you release a soft moan and tug his hair, that drives him completely nuts: he's been dying to know what kind of sounds you make.

"Fuck, that was pretty. Do it again please."

"I need you closer... can I?" He nods eagerly while getting rid of the covers, you waste no time and sit on his lap. Feeling his hardening pushing against your core despite the fabric is heavenly, the string of moans escaping your lips prove it.

"You're music for the ears... whatever I've listened to until now can't even compare"

Your heart beats even faster at the compliment, threatening to burst out of your ribcage. How are you going to survive this? You're just getting started and you're both a mess already.

Your fingers run to the hem of his shirt, removing it to reveal his beautiful toned body for you to explore like you've been craving to do. You trace the muscles of his shoulders and arms he's so proud of have been enhancing, and leave sloppy kisses all over his chest.

"Are we really doing this?" His breathing is hard and irregular.

"Do you want to stop? Cause we can, anytime" you raise up to look into his eyes in search of any proof of doubt.

"No, I just can't believe it's happening" His soft smile contrasts with his lust-filled gaze. "Do you?"

"Not at all."

You start moving your hips slowly against his, making him let out a groan of pleasure. When you fasten your movements he throws his head back. "God, y/n..."

"Tell me what you imagined me doing to you"

"No, but-"

"What? Did I do something wrong?" You stop in your tracks.

"No, fuck no, this is great" he reassures you, "it's just that- I should take care of you first, you're the one that-"

"But you are going to, silly. Now answer my question."

"I..." he looks down where your bodies are closer, then reaches for your hand and kisses each knuckle tenderly. You hold your breath as butterflies invade your stomach. "I thought about your pretty hands around me"

You move to stroke the bulge covered by his underwear a couple times and watch him struggle to hold back his own moans, before getting rid of it. You stop for a moment to take in what your eyes are seeing: he has a nice shape and length, you can't wait to discover how he feels.

Meanwhile, he begins to worry about you being disappointed or regretting your decision: "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just never saw you like this and wanted to take a proper look at you... you're pretty, you know?"

Surprised and pleased, he lets out an "oh" that turns into a loud moan when you start palming him.

"Does it feel good?" Your chest is filling with pride.

He's already humming approvingly and instinctively bucks his hips into your hand. "You're so good..."

"As good as you imagined?" You tease him.

"Not even close... so much better"

You really need some contact as well and you squirm over him.

"Use my thigh" he proposes, gripping your hips. Loving the idea, you shift to have his left thigh between your legs and start rubbing your pelvis. His muscles flexe beneath you and the fabric creates an amazing friction.

You stroke his skin faster, circling the tip with your thumb, resulting in him bringing an hand over his face: "Shit, I'm close already..." he mumbles.

"It's okay, come for me" your voice sweet like honey, "I want to see your lovely face though..." and you gently take his hand away, locking eyes with him just in time before thick, white ropes start covering his stomach. His face contorts in pleasure and only groans leave his lips, that are eager and desperate when they take yours in a rough kiss.

"That was... way too good" he sighs, "I'm sorry I didn't last long..."

"Don't say that", you reach for the tissue box on his nightstand, "you were so excited of having my hands all over you, it was so hot." You lick your lips, passing him the tissues to clean himself up.

"It's your turn now" he moves closer to your ear and starts leaving a trail of pecks down your jaw. "What did you imagine?"

"I- uhm... well... I'm actually in this state because I- I did have a wet dream tonight..." You look away, your cheeks are burning again.

"Oh, you did?" You recognise from his tone that a smug smile is certainly tracing his lips, "Was I involved?"

You nod, finally revealing where this all thing started. "You were playing with my boobs..."

"Was I?" He starts rubbing your nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt, making you whimper.

"God, I love the sounds you make too much." He frees you from it and admires your body like you did before with him. "You... your shapes..." he starts kissing and massaging your breasts, "...are so gorgeous..."

You look at him working your skin and intertwine your fingers with his locks once again, pulling a little everytime he licks the right place the right way.

"And then you went down..." you continue to guide him.

"Of course" he starts kissing your stomach, slowly descending.

It was taking too long and you couldn't take it anymore. "I seriously need you between my legs. Right now." You rush him.

"How exactly do you need me?" He looks up at you and that's so hot of him, you swear you could pass out.

"Your fingers..."

"Seems like we both have a thing for hands, uh?" He lets out a giggle detaching his lips from your skin. He guides you to lay down before removing your thin sweatpants. The darkened spot in your panties is so wide now, his fingers linger over the damp cotton.

"Stop teasing..." you complain.

"You're right, you had to wait this long to take care of me..." he finally gets rid of the only piece of clothing left and takes a look at you, mesmerised. His fingers runs through your folds, his digits circle your opening. "How are you so pretty?"

The first finger enters you easily, shortly followed by the second one. You gasp for air when he curls them, the sensation of finally having him inside of you burning in your chest, waves of pleasure crossing your body. As soon as he starts pounding, you buck your hips to get him as deep as possible.

"Look at you... this is so much better than anything I could ever imagine." Feeling how warm and tight you were around him was simply delicious.

"Faster, please..." you ask gripping the sheets and he immediately begins to thrust with more vigour, his other hand on your knee to keep your legs open.

You start clenching around him and feel your clit pumping looking for some attention as well, thus you reach for it, rubbing your digits in a circular motion.

"God, you're so hot like this" he grunts while your juices drip into his palm, "I can't believe I'm watching you touching yourself for real."

You slightly lean forward to get a better view of his veiny hand and your mouth goes agape. You've always been enamored with his hands, seizing the opportunity everytime you two felt cuddly to caress and play with them, but this... this was a whole another level.

"Tae, fuck, I'm almost there, keep going"

"Whenever you want baby, let yourself go" he breathes out, making a last effort to keep his pace steady.

You feel your orgasm exploding in your chest and spreading all over your body, leaving behind a prolonged moan to delight him.

He's out of breath, his fingers slowly slip out of you and he waits for you to look at him again.

You're panting but you get up and smile at him: "Okay, now explain how are you so great? You definitely rank number one for fingering."

"Thanks for confirming the suspicions I had about my abilities." He says gaining a roll of eyes from you.

His digits still shine with your juices so you lean close enough to lick them clean, surprising him.

"I'm going to grow a boner again at this rate"

"I wouldn't mind it" you run your fingers on his chest and bring him closer to you.

He tucks some tufts of hair behind your ears and scans your face, focusing on every little detail. In this moment you are both asking yourself the same question: is it just lust or there's something else you're both feeling for eachother?

When you indulged in imagining the two of you confessing, you definitely didn't picture this situation as one of the possible scenarios. Yet, here you are. "What do we do now?" you break the silence.

"I think the most logical thing to do is to not panic and see where this takes us."

"That's such a 'you' response" you wrinkle your nose, and the word 'cute' invades his mind.

"Am I wrong though?"

"Ah, you're so annoying" you snort, not wanting to give him the pleasure of agreeing with him, and lay down.

"I know you know I am" he lays on top of you, crossing his arms over your stomach and resting his chin there. "What do you suggest?"

"We've been friends for years now, right?" you start playing with his hair, "many of our friends have been teasing us about how similar to a couple we look, considering how comfortable we are with eachother..."

"The affection was already there"

"Exactly" you nod, "and now attraction joined..."

"In conclusion, you think we are in love already, even if we don't think so yet"

You're taken aback by his response, especially because of the use of the words "in love", but yes, that was what you were aiming for. "Maybe? We should find out."

He giggles, "you just explained what I meant earlier."

"God, I hate you" You let out frustrated, covering your face with your hands to hide the big smile that's actually painting it.

"No, you don't" he gets closer and removes them.

"I truly don't" you admit, moving your eyes to his lips and viceversa.

"Good, because me neither." He's still holding your hands when he kisses you slowly and softly, in a way too romantic manner for you to still be "just friends".

"When he will find out, Beomgyu is never going to let this down."

"Shhh don't make me think about it yet!" You frown, before joining his laugh.

#txt smut #taehyun smut #tomorrow x together smut #txt fanfic #taehyun x reader #txt fluff #taehyun fluff #tomorrow x together fluff #kang taehyun smut #kang taehyun fluff #txt x reader #one shot #bunnywrites!!

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years ago

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third impressions.

Genre: Crack, slight angst??, romance

Word Count: 2.4k

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: Bangchan is introduced to a new choreography, who he makes a horrible first and second impression on. Is there any way he can recover?

Warnings: Cursing, comical violence/slapstick??, Minho being his iconic self

A/N: This was very fun to write indeed. This is my first Chan fic! Can you believe it?? My bias and I've only just written a fic about him?? Don't worry, there will plenty more to come. And umm, yeah, that's about all I have to say to you guys. I hope you all enjoy, please let me know what you think <3

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

As a natural planner, Bangchan had never planned or expected things to go oh so terribly wrong.

A few comebacks under the teams' belt had Stray Kids bubbly and excited for the next. As their leader, Chan did well to make sure everyone had their input and contribution to the comeback. There was a lot to prepare for, but that was okay. He had done this plenty of times. Writing lyrics, producing, coming up with the theme of the album, singing the parts, organising the choreo, etc. There was so much to think about. And he did it every time, without fail.

Only this time was different.

"Has everyone gotten a hang of the choreo?"

Your voice echoed off the walls of the practice room after you had gone through the choreography for Stray Kids' new title track.

It was clear that Chan looked at you with interest. He was intrigued by you. Why had Minho brought you to them? It was usually the same choreographers each and every comeback. And here you were, a newbie. It felt kind of off to him. He would of at least wanted to meet you first but now it felt like a confrontation. Making your acquaintance was a goal for him; being the leader meant that building rapport was important.

The members could sense that Chan's brain was going haywire because he was very quiet. It wasn't that anything was wrong. Things just felt like they had fallen out of the same usual routine, and Chan didn't like that.

"How about we take a break?" You said cheerfully, sensing there was some sort of tension, but you couldn't pinpoint who it came from.

The members went to drink some water and stretched their muscles carefully.

Minho splashed water on his face and wiped it over his skin with his palms. He then looked over to Chan, whose eyebrows furrowed with thought.

"What's up with you then?" Minho poked at his side, "don't like the new choreography."

"It's not the choreography" Chan muttered, shaking his head. "It's the choreographer."

"What's wrong with Y/N?" Minho felt slightly defensive, "hey I only choose the best of the best for our team, so if you have a problem then you need to deal with it yourself."

"It's not that," Chan gulped down his water, "I just wished you'd introduced me to them before. I feel like it's awkward without getting to meet someone and work with them closely."

Minho grinned slightly. "Ahh, that's right. You're all politeness." He took another swig of water before sliding the cap on, doing an elegant bottle flip in one swift movement and landing it perfectly. "Go talk to them, then."

"What, now?" Chan exhaled a chuckle and looked at his friend, whose eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Go for it. Say your hellos and whatnot. It gives us a longer break, at least," Minho placed a hand on Chan's back and pushed him towards your direction.

Chan watched you from the other side of the room. You were alone, and he didn't feel that was fair. You were like their special guest, after all. So, after taking a deep breath, he did as Minho said, walking over to you casually.

"Uh, hey," were his first words. He immediately cursed himself. Did he sound dumb? Gosh, why was he overthinking everything?

"Hey," you smiled at him, fiddling with the water bottle in your hands.

"I'm Chan by the way, nice to meet you" he extended a hand for you to shake. Why was he being so formal and rigid? Where was the carefree Chan gone?

You laughed at this, sensing his nervousness. "I know who you are. Nice to meet you though. Officially, at least."

He chuckled at this, gazing at the floor. Why did his cheeks feel warm? And gosh, he couldn't stop smiling, dimples on full display.

"Are you okay with the choreo or did you come over here to tell me you hate it?" You teased playfully, drinking some water for yourself.

"No no nooo no no I like the choreo it's very good very dynamic and.. yeah."

Wow, such a way with words. Chan scolded himself internally.

"Really?" You quirked an eyebrow up. He didn't sound very convincing. "Because you were messing up quite a bit back there," you said gently, hoping he would appreciate your honesty.

"Oh gosh, really?" Chan's heart dropped a bit, discouraged. "Where did I go wrong? Was it the bridge part? I feel like it was then. The footwork there is very quick and it's hard for my body to move like that, I think it'll take some getting used to-"

"Hey don't worry about it," you shook your head and reached out, placing a hand on his forearm to soothe him, "we've only gone through it a couple of times and we've got so much more practice time ahead it's really nothing to worry about."

Chan felt electric shocks spike through him when your skin slid in his. Suddenly he felt a bit dizzy as more warmth rushed to his head.

"Thanks," was all he could let out, looking deep into your eyes. He couldn't believe he could even hold eye contact with you for that long before he tore his eyes away and cleared his throat.

"I should, uh, probably stretch more" he gestured behind him before shuffling away after you withdraw your hand from him.

You licked your dry lips as you watched him stretch his body again. You sincerely hoped you hadn't upset him with what you said.

Chan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. The blue and pink lights attached to the wall pulsed like a heartbeat, illuminating his neat, dark room.

It wasn't like Chan to have a crush so quickly. Gosh, he didn't even know you. But the way he acted today... it could only mean one thing. Chan had the feels, indeed. And they weren't going away anytime soon.

He couldn't let the immense awkwardness of today show in tomorrow's practice session, oh no. That would be mortifying.

He needed to loosen up. He needed to just be himself and have a fresh start with you. First impressions weren't everything, and you seemed like the agreeable type, not one to judge so quickly. Chan had a chance, right?

Hope swelled up in his heart. Tomorrow is another day. Let's make it count.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8"

You watched the group work through their routine. It was coming along nicely. They were such quick learners, being quite deep into the game. It was amazing to see their progress since yesterday's session. You watched on with pride.

Each member had learned their individual parts and came together as a group, like pieces of a puzzle, to fit one whole routine that would be sure to make fans fall for them all over again.

The song conclude and they all held their ending poses. There were a few tweaks to be made here and there, but otherwise, you had very little complaints. They truly were amazing.

"Well done everyone," you applauded them and they all did the same, breathing heavily and smiling at one another. "Very clean work, guys. Very good."

Jisung slipped to the floor and Hyunjin followed, spreading himself out like a starfish as they panted. They still started a conversation and ended up chatting away like they usually would.

"There's just a couple of little things. Uh, Jeongin" you gestured for the youngest member to come over near you. "Your dancing is super clean and all your moves are on point. Right before the last chorus ends I want you to make sure you keep your footwork as tight as possible, like this," you demonstrated and he followed on, mimicking your feet. "That's it, perfect. If you remember to do that then the whole routine comes together."

Jeongin nodded along to your feedback and smiled lightly, thanking you for your help.

"And Chan," you tip-toed your way over to the leader, who had just caught his breath, "this is just me nit-picking but-"

You made his way over to him as he watched you with interest. You circled around him and caught his hand in yours.

"When you spin around at the start, extend your arm more and roll out your hand. Feel the music run through your arm up all the way into your hands, like a wave."

He nodded as he watched you extend his arm with your hands.

"Maybe give it a try now?"

And so he did, going through the steps before the big spin. And when he spun, his arm extended bluntly and in a rough manner, and as you saw this, a hand came flying your way and collided with your face.

"Oh shit!"

The other members who weren't paying attention at the time turned around to see what had happened. Felix and Minho glided over to you in concern.

You held the side of your head and held back the tears that gathered at the bottom of your eyes.

"I'm okay it's absolutely fine don't worry," you said loudly to Chan trying to reassure him so wouldn't have a meltdown. But he was panicking.

"Are you okay?" Felix placed a hand on your lower back and tried to comfort you the best he could whilst Minho went to get a staff member.

Soon you were sent to a separate room. You were given an ice pack to put in your face, which seemed to numb the pain a bit. The other members left you alone as they didn't want to disturb your peace and wanted you to rest.

Chan was freaking out in the practice room.

"Well, I didn't think you were going hit them, not gonna lie" Minho joked to Chan who had a guilt-stricken look on his face.

"I'm going to hell" Chan rubbed his temples "I fucking hit them in the face. Of course, I did. That's what any normal human being would do."

He paced backwards and forwards and breathed heavily. The other members began to be affected by this.

"Wait... so you meant to hit them in the face?"

Jisung asked, clearly confused. He was only half aware of what was going on at the time.

"Of course I didn't I was being sarcastic!" Chan exclaimed before going back to pacing.

"Chan, this is a perfect situation for you" Minho commented, settling down on the floor, cross-legged, a satisfied smile on his face as an idea formed in his head.

Chan stopped walking up and down and looked at his friend like he was an alien.

"How on earth is this a 'perfect' situation?"

"Well, if I have to spell it out for you..." Minho trailed off teasingly before getting back to the point, "you can use this as a good opportunity to have a good laugh. Make a joke out of it. Be your charming self and woo them over."

"'Woo them over'" Hyunjin snorted at Minho's phrasing, finding it hilarious.

"Do you wanna be punched in the face too?" Minho turned to Hyunjin who immediately shut up.

Chan couldn't believe he was actually considering Minho's crazy idea. I mean, really, what had he got to lose now?

You heard a gentle knock at the door, already sensing the presence of guilt from the other side.

"Come in~" you chimed in a sing-song voice.

The door revealed, as expected, Bangchan. He had a stiff, awkward smile that lay on his features as he settled down in a seat next to you, closing the door behind him as you did so.

"I... didn't realise you'd fall for me that quickly."

You erupted in a fit of laughter at his cheesy pick-up line, taken aback by his joke. Suddenly, all of his nerves seemed to disappear all at once. Your laughter was music to his eyes, quite literally.

"That was smooth" you commented with a grin, eyes sparkling as you stared over at him. You loved the way his shoulders lowered a bit more, becoming more relaxed as he sensed your cheery mood.

"How are you?" He winced slightly as he asked the question, hoping you weren't in too much pain.

"I'm fine, Chan, really" you reassured him.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N" he bit his lip nervously. You didn't want to mood to lower any more than it needed to be.

"Don't be sorry, it wasn't even entirely your fault" you shrugged. "I stood way too close to you when you were trying to do the move. It was more my fault than anything."

Chan shook his head, wanting to take responsibility. But you were right. You were standing really close to him. And by the time he realised that, he then came to realise how close you were to each other now, here, in a small room with no one else around.

He cleared his throat and grinned slightly, his heart fluttering in his chest.

"Well, that's very sweet of you to say," Chan's eyes glittered as he dove right back into yours. You lowered the ice pack you had held up to your head all this time, staring intensely into his eyes. You felt dizzy, and you didn't know whether it was the ache in your head or the ache in your heart this man made you feel.

The was a moment of silence, but it wasn't awkwardness. Rather, the room was filled with thick tension as you both remained eye contact, leaning closer and closer and closer.

Until your lips collided, rougher than Chan would've liked for someone he had just accidentally hit. But hey, if you liked it rough, he was going for it. Your lips moved in perfect synchronisation with his, finding a rhythm almost immediately as you began to explore each other's mouths.

It was like choreography, this kiss; a dance of passion and tension and everything in between, improvised and executed in the most perfect way possible.

Chan slipped a hand on your thigh as you reached for his hair, weaving your fingers through his hair as you groaned into the kiss slightly.

That's when you both pulled away slowly, looking intensely into each other's eyes. A smile played on both of your lips, mischief and passion sparkling through your veins as you both caught your breath.

First impressions were overrated. Second impressions, too. As it turns out, it was the third impression that counted the most.

Chan seemed to find that out in the best way possible.

tags: @hanstan127, @iamgodandthisismyreality, @cutiepiebangchan, @hakunamatatayah, @strawberrysandwitch

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myc-ology-whore · 3 years ago

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Okay so, Could you do one with Myc and a Reader who's hyper aware of his tentacles and usually avoids them most of the time, and like whenever he tries to get into their mind it's just a jumbled mess that's overlapping eachother making it hard to sort through. But then there's a situation where their trapped together and Myc confronts them and Reader stubbornly admits that they just didn't want him to figure out their feelings for him-

Touch

Myc x Reader (SFW)

shorter than my last few (lil over 2k), but hey! it's somethin' to read if you're bored. i'm sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes; i don't usually make them, but i've had a headache and blurry vision for most of the afternoon (think i'm sick) and i haven't proofread it a thousand times like usual lol

anyways, sfw aside from cursing and suggestive themes. enjoy!

You were a bit of an enigma to Myc, at least recently. You used to be such good friends, always choosing to hang out with him over anyone else, and he loved to have you around, making sure to invite you out with him and Andre whenever the opportunity arose. You had a similar, dark sense of humour, and he thought you were hilarious to hang around when you got drunk with him. You liked to get in trouble and make mischief in the office, and when Myc and Andre made plans for a big prank or party, you were always there with them. You’d confided in Myc, and he’d given you what advice he could because you were one of the only people he truly called his friend.

Then, suddenly, you changed. Whenever he’d invite you out, you’d turn him down, which was fine at first; he understood if you weren’t down to drink or party for a night or two. The problem was that it didn’t stop there. You started to avoid him entirely, complicating your paths to the conference room and your office so that he couldn’t walk with you, and you’d eat lunch up in the faux office building above Cognito, knowing fully well that he wasn’t allowed up there. He’d tried to talk to you a few times about whatever was troubling you, confused and getting more and more annoyed with the lack of attention you were giving him, but every time you made up some excuse and dodged him. Even when he tried to read your mind, all that he was able to pick up was a jumbled mess of anxiety and apprehension.

He didn’t know what he was feeling, but it wasn’t anything good. It felt like someone had stabbed him and just left the knife in there, a strangely physical pain for something entirely mental. He was hurting, he realised, though he couldn’t understand why. He just wanted to talk to you, but of course when he needed you most was when you’d decided to disappear on him.

The team had another meeting with HR about their behaviour on the last mission, but Myc wasn’t paying attention in the slightest; he was focused on you the entire time, plotting. He knew you were friends with Mister Mothman, and he knew that you would take the papers that the HR manager had made you all sign upstairs for him. That would require you to go to the older, less used part of the building, where the two of you would be less likely to be overheard, and then he could confront you without issue.

“Thank you, (Y/n),” the mothman said as you took the stack of papers from his fuzzy fingers. “Just like always, take ‘em up to Rhonda in the Records and Timekeeping Department. You sure you want the extra errand, though? I can take ‘em up myself.”

“It’s fine, Elliot,” you assured him with a smile and a light tap to the arm. “I promise, it’s really no trouble.”

“If you’re certain.”

You bid him farewell and walked out of the room after your friends, not expecting anyone to be waiting for you. The quickest way to Records and Timekeeping was through the old wing of the building, the stuffy areas that were built way back in the ‘70s. Things broke down a lot back there, and there weren’t many people who still worked in the area, but the creaky old elevator hadn’t failed you yet, and you’d be damned if you let a little risk deter you from taking a shortcut.

Paying no mind to the dust that kicked up with every step you took on the ancient carpet, you made your way down the weaving halls toward the elevator. It was eerily quiet, though that was something you’d gotten used to by now; even the AC was practically nonexistent down here, and your shoes were muffled by the thick carpeting, so the only sound you ever really heard when travelling through here was your own breathing. What you were not used to, however, was the breaking of that silence.

A chill ran up your spine as you heard something shuffle behind you. You whipped around to see what it was, but you were the only thing in the hall, as far as you could tell. Taking a deep breath, you turned back toward your destination, picking up your pace. It wasn’t long before you heard the sound again, this time closer. You stopped to listen for a moment, then stooped down to take a peek through the blinds of the surrounding offices. They’d been long abandoned, but you figured that was the most likely place you’d see someone.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

When nothing caught your eye, you opened one of the doors for a few seconds. The scent of mould and the darkness that seemed to wriggle within the room were off-putting, to say the least, but still, no signs of life. You sighed, shaking your head at your imagination. There’s no need to get this worked up over something so silly, you told yourself, pulling the door shut.

You screeched, swatting out at your side where the sudden voice had come from. Your fingers barely skimmed the mycelian, Myc jumping back with cat-like reflexes. “Myc! What the hell, dude?!”

He laughed as you glared at him, looking like a bull without horns in your fury. “Cool it, doll,” he chuckled, reaching out to give you a friendly nudge. You shied away, pulling back the same way he had when you tried to hit him, and he recoils ever so slightly. He thought for a second before sheepishly explaining, “I wanted to walk with you to Records and Timekeeping. Gotta go pick something up.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious. “Really?”

“What reason would I have to lie to you?”

“Everybody has a reason, Myc.” He was silent for a moment, contemplating how to retort, but you sighed and turned on your heel before he had the chance. “Whatever. I need to get to R&T, follow if you want to.”

“Right.” You found your heart racing with anxiety as he matched your pace, and you tried to pretend he wasn’t there. He made that rather difficult, however. “Sooooo,” he started awkwardly, “how’ve you been?”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, clutching your papers to your chest like a security blanket. “Alright,” you replied simply, trying to keep things short with him. “How about you?”

“Good, good,” he answered, though it didn’t reach his voice. “Actually, things haven’t been so great,” he admitted as you reached the elevator. You pushed the button as he continued, “Things have felt sort of off lately.”

“Sorry to hear that.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open with a creak that might deter someone who hadn’t come through this area before, but you stepped inside, Myc following closely after.

“I don’t think you are,” he challenged abruptly, causing your heart to drop and your brows to furrow. The doors slid shut, sealing your escape from his confrontational nature. “It’s strange,” he went on. “It’s almost like you’ve been avoiding me lately, (Y/n), but what reason might you have for that?”

You’d known this was coming, no matter how hard you tried to delay it. Myc had been one of your best friends, so of course he was going to be upset when you tried to distance yourself from him. Still, you tried. “Like I said, everybody has a reason. And anyway, I’m not avoiding you.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” he scoffed, pushing closer as you leaned back against the wall. He took notice of your nervous body language, and felt a pang of guilt at causing it. He lowered his voice to sound less threatening, moving to hold onto the elevator bar right beside where you gripped it. “Look, (Y/n),” he said softly, nudging your hand, “I just want to know what I did. I get it if, y’know, you decide you don’t wanna hang out anymore. That’s fine. It’ll suck for me, but it’s whatever. At least tell me what happened, though.”

You looked at him, listened to the hurt in his voice, and sighed. If he finds me disgusting, so be it, you thought. At least I won’t have to hide from him anymore. “I like you,” you admitted, breathing a sigh of relief as you finally got the words out in the open. “A lot. Like, as more than a friend. I knew you wouldn’t feel the same, and I knew I wasn’t going to stop feeling this way if we kept being so close, so… I decided to shut you out.”

Myc seemed tense, his flagella now wrapped around the rail just as tight as your hand was. “What?”

“I know it was selfish,” you added, rubbing your arm self-consciously. “I didn’t want to have to deal with the rejection, so I just cut you off. It was immature, and stupid, and–”

“The feeling’s mutual,” he interrupted, turning away from you. Your brows creased in confusion. “I thought of you as more than a friend, too,” he clarified, noting your expression. Promptly, he corrected, “Think of. As in, present-tense.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, watching as the light in his orb swirled, a side effect of intense feelings. Is he… nervous? “Do you really mean that? Don’t say it just because you don’t want to hurt my feelings, Myc.”

“You think I’m nice enough to lie to make someone feel better? I’m honoured you think so highly of me,” he laughed. You provided a little chuckle in return, glancing down at the flagella beside your hand. He picked up on your thoughts and uncurled the limb from the elevator railing, offering it to you. When you took him into your hand, his skin was just as smooth and cool as you remembered it being, but it began to warm as it started to emit a pink glow. “I wish you hadn’t started avoiding me either,” he said, reading your inner shame and guilt. “Doesn’t mean I don’t understand it, though. I probably would have done the same if I’d realised I’d starting caring about you first. I knew you were a good friend, but I didn’t recognise those weird, fuzzy feelings until Andre told me what they were.”

You couldn’t suppress a giggle at that. “Fuzzy feelings? God, that sounds so weird coming from you.”

“Shut up,” he snorted, scooting a little closer to you and squeezing your hand. “This is hard for me, y’know. Feelings are not my forte.”

“No shit, for real?” You laughed as one of his tendrils whipped up to lightly slap your leg, shoving him gently in return. Your grin faded a bit, calming down as you looked him over. "I'm… I'm really sorry, Myc. Sorry for ghosting you, I mean."

He coiled himself further around you, his flagella slithering up your arm like a snake. "Well, hey, I mean, as long as you don't do it again, I think we'll be alright."

"I'll try," you giggled, pulling him lightly and wrapping him into a hug. "I'm just glad I don't have to stay away from you anymore."

"You never had to in the first place, idiot," Myc grumbled, running a flagella over your head and smoothing your hair as he held you. "You condemned yourself to that, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," you said, rolling your eyes before leaving a small peck on his stem. It was only then that you realized something. "Hey, shouldn't we be at R&T by now?"

"I dunno," Myc shrugged looking around. "Actually, we're… not moving."

"Oh, Christ," you huffed, pressing the button to open the doors but frowning as they didn't oblige you. "Um, are we stuck?"

"Sure looks that way," he laughed. "Any ideas?"

"The mechanics should show up in twenty minutes or so, hopefully," you mumbled, smiling to yourself as the Emergency button lit up, indicating that it still worked. "Nice. Now, we wait."

Myc scuttled a little closer to you as you stepped back against the wall, and soon you felt his flagella rubbing your hips suggestively. "I can think of a few other ways to pass the time, dollface… God, I've missed you."

#inside job #inside job x reader #inside job netflix #myc #magic myc #myc x reader #magic myc x reader #cognito inc

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roanniee · 4 years ago

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Ignis Fatuus

Word Count: 4.1k

READER: GN!

For @tetsvhoe

and the PLEASE DON’T SAY YOU LOVE ME Collab

CONGRATS IN THE 2.5K💞

Theme: When all else fails and crumbles before your eyes, when you slip through each other’s fingertips like sand, like an hourglass that has run its course, when you grovel to gather the pieces back together, when “I love you” is said more like a curse, a prayer, a plead, a last resort, or otherwise. all is certain is that it is not enough to mend what is broken, if not making it worse. - @tetsvhoe

Warnings: ANGST, a crap ton of Victorian Flower Language and symbolism, undertones of pain, implied toxicity, ambiguous/open ending, bits of fluff, reader calls themselves pathetic twice. Hurt/no comfort? I think? This is my first mainly angst fic pls have mercy on me 😭 Please let me know if I missed anything.

Thank you so much to my good friend Noa and to @certifiedhaikyuusimp

for beta reading this <33333 ABSOLUTE ANGELS I SWEAR

Enjoy!

You settled into bed after another gruelling day. You like how your life is so far. Really, you did. However, recent events have left you ragged.

You were a giver. All your life, you have given so much. Materialistic things, attention, advice, you.

You gave and you gave and you gave.

It really shouldn’t have been a problem. You gave away everything that you can because it made others happy, and in turn, it made you happy. Everything you could give, you did. Even when you're stretched so thin, you still gave what you can.

But you’re tired. You’re so tired that for once, you want to be the one taking what someone is willing to offer you. Love, attention, hell even just a hug, you'll take it.

As time passed on and you continued to stay tired, you realised that there was one thing you wanted. The one thing you needed.

An escape. An escape from your days. An escape from reality.

An escape from life.

Looking up at the moon that was shining through your bedroom window, you wept. You wept for the life you longed to live, a life where you were happy. A life where you're emotionally healthy.

A life where you are not yearning for anything.

You wept and you wept until you exhausted both yourself and your tear ducts, no energy left for anything else. The last thing you remembered was a falling star, blurred from sight because of the tears that gathered in your eyes, for you even they had no energy to fall down your face.

*****

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the open sky. You were leaning on a Willow tree, and a breeze blew past your face. You got up and looked around, finally noticing that you are in a flower field, covered with dark crimson roses.

The symbol of mourning.

In the old Victorian Language of flowers, at least.

And perhaps you were. Perhaps you were mourning a different life. A life filled with joy and contentment.

The winds blew past you, strong and cold. You shivered and wrapped your arms around you in an effort to keep yourself warm, when you felt a jacket being placed on your shoulders. You looked down at the jacket, a large, white and teal blue article of clothing that warmed your shivering figure.

You then looked behind you in confusion and alarm, your eyes meeting gorgeous, chocolate brown ones.

"What's a gorgeous one like you doing out here without a jacket?"

"Honestly, no idea. And don't call me gorgeous. I have a name."

"Well, it's not like I know your name, no?"

As gorgeous as this man was, he irritated you. How dare he smile so charmingly, taking you away from your thoughts?

Plus, he was right, and that added on to the irritation you were feeling.

"L/n. L/n Y/n is my name. And yours?"

Chocolate eyes lit up with a smile as his gaze stayed on yours, a steady anchor that you felt like you could climb to keep you from drowning in your own self wallowing.

"It's nice to meet you, L/n-chan. I'm Oikawa Tooru."

*****

Unlike reality, time didn't exist in the meadow. That was something you noticed early on as you leaned on the trunk of the Willow tree. Your eyes narrowed at Oikawa who was laying on the grass in front of you. His eyes are closed, and you are given a view of his side profile. Long, luscious lashes that curled towards his forehead slightly, a nose that will make most models jealous and plump, pink lips that formed a natural pout. You have no idea how long you've been there, in the field, but the sun had not moved a smidge, and the breeze was still flowing softly, the sound of rustling leaves filling the silence.

"Am I that good looking that you have to stare at me?" Oikawa asked, not even opening his eyes when he addressed you. You rolled your eyes at him. You were annoyed, quite frankly. He had dragged you for a small walk before you stomped on his foot and returned to the safety of the Willow Tree, snickering under your breath when he followed you whilst grumbling.

You were a fiery little thing, and he liked that about you, even if it was something he learnt fifteen minutes (was it fifteen minutes?) ago.

"There's a difference between staring and glaring. If you actually opened your eyes, you'll see that I'm glaring at you." Your response made him open an eye to look at you, despite not needing to. He could feel your glare through the polyester of his shirt, seeping through his skin like the water-based lotion one uses after every shower.

"I don't know. All I see is you staring at my handsome face." He knew very well that you were glaring at him, but he couldn't help it. He was already playful on his own, but you made it easy for him to mess with you. You kept on glaring at him with your gorgeous eyes and frowning at him with your lips that he was oddly curious as to how they would feel against his. You huffed, and the corner of his lips tilted up slightly.

You were adorable.

"Geez...Egotistical much?"

"Nah, just confident."

You shook your head in an attempt to keep the smile off of your face before closing your eyes, hoping you'd fall asleep.

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself staring at the ceiling of your bedroom, the neon green of your clock blinking the time back at you. 4:35 am.

As you laid on your bed, waiting for the time to pass, you couldn't help but wonder.

What was that dream? Who was Oikawa Tooru? And was he just a figment of your imagination?

*****

You never expected to see him again, especially when you went to sleep again that night. In fact, you had forgotten all about the weird dream that you had and the handsome brunet that accompanied it.

So imagine your surprise when you opened your eyes after falling asleep and found yourself staring at the same open sky, the same Willow tree, and the same breezy atmosphere.

The only difference was that instead of a flower field of solely dark crimson roses, it was mixed with lavenders.

The symbol of distrust.

"Wow. Do you really not trust me or this meadow?"

You jumped when you heard his voice.

"Oikawa?"

"Uh yeah? Who else would it be?"

"How'd you know that I don't trust you?"

"Lavenders. In Victorian Flower Language, they meant distrust. Unless it's supposed to be taken in the modern language?"

"Oh no, definitely the Victorian Flower Language. I don't trust you or this place, not one bit. Do you know Victorian Flower Language?"

"Nope. Just the lavenders."

"I see."

You blinked at the tall brunet who huffed before he held his hand out. You raised a brow at him, silently asking what he was doing.

"Just grab my hand."

"Why should I?"

He rolled his eyes when he caught sight of the lavenders multiplying. He supposes that he really cannot blame you for the distrust. He is a stranger after all. But he didn't let that deter him, choosing to grab your hand and gently tug you up to your feet.

"Come on, L/n-chan! Let's go exploring."

Before you knew it, you were running through the fields, a single marjoram flower growing somewhere in the meadow.

The symbol of joy and happiness.

*****

Night after night, you found yourself in that meadow, spending time with the brunet. Aside from your names, you both decided on not exchanging anymore information.

"It was better this way," You told him. "There's no point in exchanging such information."

These were just dreams, after all.

Before you knew it, two months had already passed. Oikawa preferred to call you Y/n-chan, and he insisted that you call him Tooru. The flower field looked completely different from when you first woke up in it. You were used to it by now, the way the flowers changed every now and then.

Gone were the dark crimson roses that symbolised your mourning heart. Instead, they were now replaced by Iris flowers.

The symbol of hope.

The only thing that had not changed was the Willow Tree.

You walked around the grounds, eyes narrowed at the iris flowers that surrounded you.

You despised it. You resented what Iris flowers symbolised.

Hope. You despise it with your very being.

You despised the way hope had wormed its way into your life, a small flicker of light in your dark, dreary days.

You resented the way hope had you impatiently waiting for the night to arrive, for the moment that you're snuggled in bed, eyes drifting close until you're asleep before you open them again in the meadow.

You hated the way hope was there, giving you the energy to wait that someone will come by to sweep you off of your feet, ready to give you everything they can, just like you had been willing to give everything of you.

Most of all, you hated the hope that bloomed in you every single time you thought of the idea of seeing Oikawa again.

"Oi! Y/n-chan! What's in your head this time? You're so distracted."

"I'm not distracted, Tooru. I'm just focused." You told Oikawa, your gaze still on the flower crown you were creating. Oikawa had tried his hand on creating one for you, but it ended up with him pouting in frustration because he couldn't connect the stems properly. As soon as you were done, you reached over and placed the crown of blue iris flowers on his head.

Oikawa was beautiful. Charming. These you knew the moment you first met him, the moment he first smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

Oikawa with a flower crown?

Ethereal.

And it's not fair. It's not fair, the way he stirs up hope in you every single time you thought of him. The way he looks at you with such bright eyes and a blinding smile.

It's not fair, because you know that he's not real. That this is just a dream.

It's not fair, the way you hoped that there would be someone out there that would be able to treat you and give you everything they could, the same way Oikawa does.

"You're thinking too much. Come on. I wanna go see if there's more new flowers!"

Despite the crushing hope and the hate you felt for it, you let him drag you anyway, a soft smile on your own lips.

Unbeknownst to you, the longer you look at him, the faster a singular red camellia began to grow.

*****

It took only two weeks for the entire field to be covered in camellias. The entire meadow seemed to be covered in Pink and Red camellias.

And for once since Oikawa arrived in your life, you lied.

You lied to him, saying that you have no idea what the flowers meant.

But you do.

Of course you do.

Red camellias meant You’re a Flame in My Heart.

And pink camellias meant Longing For You.

You knew this, considering you have your own camellia plants at home. You knew this considering you studied flowers and their Victorian meanings extensively.

But you can't tell him that now, can you?

You can't tell him how you longed for him to be real, how you wanted to be in his arms so badly, how he ignited a spark that slowly became a steady flame.

A flame that is foolish, for it was sparked by someone that didn't even exist.

Ignis Fatuus. A Foolish Flame. That's who he was to you. A foolish flame that you wanted to extinguish. But instead of putting it out, you kept on feeding it.

You kept on feeding the flame because it kept on giving you everything it could.

Oikawa kept on giving you everything that he could.

And you… you fed it by accepting everything.

You fed it by taking what the warmth and the light that the flame was willing to give.

You kept on taking what Oikawa was giving you.

It was pathetic. You were pathetic.

You were pathetic, because you had begun to genuinely fall for someone that wasn't even real.

Somehow, you think that THAT is even worse than the life you already have.

But you couldn't help it. Oikawa had given you so much more than what you had begged to have. You only asked for an escape from reality.

Oikawa gave you that, along with his smiles, his laughs, his joy, his humour, his mischief, his contentment and the best of all, companionship.

All without asking for anything in return but your attention.

You couldn't even find it in you to be angry at him for it. Not when you were the happiest that you have ever been.

And it was all because of him.

*****

"So since you said that you didn't know what red and pink camellias meant, I took the initiative of finding out what they meant."

That was Oikawa’s greeting to you the following night. You'll always deny the way your heart melted at his words. Not many would indulge in the study of the Victoria Flower Language, finding the modern ones better.

"Yeah? What do they mean then?"

"Red camellias mean 'You’re a Flame in My Heart' and pink camellias meant 'Longing For You'"

You kept your expression neutral, not wanting to give away the fact that you lied to him.

"Really? I wonder why those are the flowers now."

"Obviously, they reflect one's emotions. It's how the meadow always has been. My only question is…"

Oikawa looked at you with a smile, his eyes reflecting a storm that you knew was in you too.

A flurry of emotions you don't even want to address, despite knowing that you'll have to.

A growing hurricane that you need to face one day.

One day, but not today.

"Is?"

"Is the meadow reflecting your emotions or mine, Y/n-chan?"

And the red camellia that you were hiding behind your back turned into a Daisy.

The symbol of Innocence and Loyal Love that one will never tell.

*****

Seven months. It had been seven months since you first found the yourself underneath the Willow Tree.

Today…

Today was no different.

At least, that's what you thought.

The dream started off pleasantly. After spending however long, trying to teach him how to create a flower crown, Oikawa somehow managed to convince you to dance with him. It ended up with the both of you swaying like the way the flowers around you would sway with the breeze.

He held you so gently in his arms, and you never want to leave. You leaned your head on his chest, hearing the heartbeat that was in sync with yours.

It was strange. Something you always avoided to think about was the warmth that radiated from Oikawa’s body, and the smell of lemon, honey and milk that would dominate your senses despite all the flowers that surrounded you.

He wasn't real, but he smelled real.

He wasn't real, but he felt real.

And it pained you.

It pained you because you wished that he was real.

Oikawa must've seen the pain that you tried to desperately hide. He tried calling your name, but you never heard him, too preoccupied by your thoughts.

One moment, he was dancing with you, the next, his lips were on yours, the hand he was previously holding your own was now on your cheek.

It took you a bit before you snapped out of the shock. Just as he began to pull away, you latched on to him and kissed him back, fists clutching his shirt in desperation.

His lips moved with yours with the softness and the gentleness of a butterfly landing on a petal, but with the firmness of a cat gently nosing it's owner's cheek.

You closed your eyes as you let Oikawa fill your senses. He tasted like strawberries, probably from the chapstick that he religiously uses, according to him. His scent enveloped you, overpowering the floras around the both of you, until all you can smell is him.

You were both panting as you separated, lips shiny from your mixed spit. You looked at his eyes, his gorgeous brown eyes that were shining with an emotion that you see in the mirror every time you think of him.

He reached down and plucked a flower, the both of you staring as it changed from a red camellia into a single red chrysanthemum bloom.

"I-"

He began to speak, but you pushed him away and ran off, the flowers touching your skin turning into the same red chrysanthemums that he held.

"Y/n wait!"

You kept running until you were back where you started.

Underneath the Willow Tree.

The tree that symbolised sadness.

How fitting, you thought. Despite how much you had deluded yourself, how you allowed your mind to relax and soak in the joy and contentment that was given to you by the meadow and Oikawa himself, the same joy and contentment you gave him, you knew that this would always end badly.

You knew that this would always end with your heart in pieces, just like how it was the very first time you opened your eyes here.

Oikawa caught up to you, tugging on your arm.

"Y/n please. Listen to me."

"Don't. Don't destroy what we have, Tooru. Don't destroy my dream. Our dream."

"This isn't a dream, Y/n. Please-"

"NO! THIS IS A DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM AND YOU'RE NOT REAL!" You sobbed out, holding on to Oikawa as you internally debated whether you should push him away or hold on to him as if he'll disappear at any moment. Your heart won and you held on to him, your forehead meeting his chest as you sobbed, lifting a fist up and hitting his chest weakly. "It's not fair. You're not real. You're just a figment of my imagination. I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

Your hands shook, either in fear or in fury, you didn't know.

You both knew that you don't hate him. You couldn't. You hated the fact that you couldn't hate him, not even when he was breaking the very heart that he pieced together. Oikawa wrapped his arms around you as his own tears flowed down his face.

Because it was true. He was just a dream.

Oikawa Tooru was just a dream.

He was your dream for the past 7 months, just like you were his.

You were just a figment of his imagination, just like he was a figment of yours.

You were worlds apart, and you both knew it.

Fuck, you didn't even know if you're in the same damn universe.

All this time, Oikawa was the breeze, ready to sweep you away to freedom.

But you were the flower, forever restrained by reality, the very ground that keeps you alive.

"Y/n-"

"I'm begging you, Tooru. Don't say it. Please don't say it."

Oikawa cupped your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you, your tears mingling as they dripped down your faces. With every drop of tear on the ground, Oikawa’s resolve grew stronger, and row after row, a new range of flowers grew.

"Look around us. What plants do you see and what do they mean?"

You did as he asked, lips trembling as you spoke.

"Blue Salvias mean 'I think of you,' Red Salvias mean 'Forever Mine.' Dwarf sunflowers mean adoration, while Morning Glories meant affection and Edelweiss that meant courage and devotion. Pink Roses that meant happiness and White Chrysanthemums that meant truth."

"You're missing a few, gorgeous."

"Please, Tooru. Don't make me do this."

"What do you see, Y/n?"

You looked around, eyes blurry from tears and your voice came out in stutters because of your sobbing.

"I-i see… I see Red Chrysanthemums, Gardenias, Heliotropes, White Jasmine, Red Tulips and Yarrows."

"What do they mean, cutie?"

"Don't make me say it. Please don't. I-I can't lose you."

"What do they mean?"

You tried to fight off the urge to answer, but Oikawa forced you to look at his eyes. The eyes that compelled you to answer.

"They all are declarations of love."

"Y/n…" Oikawa began to say as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. "I have to tell you, even if it means that I won't see you ever again."

"Don't do this, Tooru. Please don't be selfish and take this away from us."

"...please. Please let me tell you how I feel. I can't keep going on without telling you."

You stayed silent, biting your lip to keep your sobs from escaping. You were hoping, praying, that he changes his mind.

But he didn't. If there was anything that you knew in certainty, it was that Oikawa Tooru is stubborn, and he already made up his mind.

"I'm in love with you, L/n Y/n."

Seven minutes was all it took for it all to crumble.

And all because of seven words that Oikawa uttered.

He kissed you again, pushing all his love and devotion to you. He knew it'll be the last. He knew, because he didn't need to see the way the flowers around the both of you began to change.

Butterfly Weeds that meant Let Me Go. Cyclamens that meant resignation. Purple and Blue Hyacinths that meant constancy and sorrow. Pink and Red Carnations that meant 'I’ll never forget you' and 'Alas, for my poor heart, my heart aches' respectively and the Forget-Me-Nots.

The Forget-Me-Nots that meant true love memories and "Do not forget me"

Little by little, you began to morph into petals that flew with the breeze. Petals of Red Roses and Sweet Pea flowers that meant "I love you" and "Good-bye, Thank you for a lovely time," respectively. It started with your feet, making its way up until it reached your torso. You looked at Oikawa who was biting his lip to keep himself from sobbing, both your tears flowing down your faces like the fresh morning dew on flower petals. You reached out and held his face between your hands, your foreheads touching, before you decided to accept your fate and kissed his forehead.

"I love you too, Oikawa Tooru. Always."

And then you were gone. Just petals that were merely flying in the breeze, leaving behind Oikawa who collapsed on the ground, his sobbing being the only thing echoing in his ears.

*****

When you woke up, you were crying, but you had absolutely no idea why.

Did you dream something bad?

Your dreams were lost to you, the fuzzy face of a brown haired male and a field of flowers being the only thing you remembered.

As you laid on your bed, you felt… empty.

It was as if you had lost something, someone extremely important to you.

And suddenly, you began to shiver.

You felt cold. Like a creeping vine began to climb on you, encasing you, draining you of everything until you're left with the inability to feel anything. To be anything.

You were numb. Or rather, you became numb.

Like a hollow shell, missing a piece of you that you desperately needed.

And you'll stay that way until fate deems so.

*****

Argentina was beautiful, but years after you had woken up in tears, you can no longer find the appreciation for something so gorgeous.

You had been sent to Argentina by your family for a vacation, although you really didn't know why. You had no need for a vacation. You don't even feel tired, so why bother?

Still, you let them do as they please and ship you off to a different place.

As you walked around, you noticed a flower shop. The outside was littered with red roses and tulips, pink carnations, daisies, and pink camellias.

But that was not what captured your attention.

No, it was the lone bouquet of blue Forget-Me-Nots.

You tilted your head as you felt the sudden need to approach it. Unable to help yourself, you let your instincts guide you and reached out for the bouquet, only to end up touching someone who was reaching for the bouquet too.

You looked to the side and blinked at the chocolate brown eyes that stared at you. They looked familiar, like someone you knew long ago, but also very foreign, like someone you never met. Before you could clamp your jaw shut, your mouth spoke for you. Luckily for you, the person spoke the same time as you did.

"Tooru?"

"Y/n?"

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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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Invigorating — Five Hargreeves

Request : “Hii so i was thinking about some fic/headcanons where five discover that his powers are stronger when he is with reader.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here!!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope I got close to what you wanted. I thought it was better to do it in fic, but it was just out of personal preference, I hope you like it, I found it very adorable to write. Love u❤️

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff.

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The superhero life was a mess. Behind all the glamor of HQ’s and the romanticization of the media, there were only people trying to cope with their own lives when everything that was expected of them was nothing short of extraordinary. All the Hargreeves brothers knew this. And they carried the weight of the whole world on their backs. It was like trying to breathe with a rock pressed against your chest, purging all hope of relief.

They would never have a normal life, with normal parents or friends. They would always be chained to that sentence that came with their powers. Sometimes, late at night, some of the Hargreeves wondered how much smoother life would have been had they not been born extraordinary.

Five stopped imagining fantasies that would never come true from an early age. He viewed situations with objectivity, coolness and calculus. But life at the Hargreeves mansion was not easy and the only way for him to deal with the traumas and pressures was to push them under the rug. Then Five started to scoff when the brothers talked about having a normal life.

Who did they want to think about it? They would always be circus attractions. They would never have a normal life. So it was better to get over it, because you can't miss what you never had, and it was stupid want to live a false normal life. They would never be normal, it was the curse of the Hargreeves, and Five accepted that.

But you revoked all of his sentences. You were absolutely normal. Typical life, family, friends and routine. And when you came into the life of the Hargreeves and brought the breath of relief that everyone needed, Five felt that rock be lifted from his chest whenever you were close.

And then he knew normalcy. Five tasted the sweet taste that was enjoying a ray of sunshine, a summer breeze, a sunset, all the normal details that you inserted into his life and that now ... now he had something to miss.

During the months, your presence, for Five, was a sigh of relief amid all the claustrophobic, and he felt a certain envy when he saw how Klaus had a way with dealing with people. How he and Alisson always knew what to say, how to act, and how to captivate you to the point where you want to spend more time with them.

It was hell for Five. because you presence calmed all his nerves, your energy soothed the restless air and removed the rock that prevented him from breathing. Five realized how much he liked fresh air. And he didn't know how to make you want to be close to him too. He felt at peace when you were close. And it was an overwhelming discovery.

“Here it is.” You said, handing Five a mug of coffee, without him even asking.

That was one more thing that made you wonderful in his eyes. You two never had a long conversation, but you knew enough, and whenever you were in the kitchen, helping the Hargreeves for breakfast, you knew exactly what to give him.

Okay, to be fair, you knew exactly what to deliver to everyone. For Klaus, passion fruit juice and hangover aspirin, big and fat pancakes for Luther and Diego, Waffles for girls and strong black coffee for him. It wasn't like Five thought you were treating him in a special way.

But... whenever you gave him coffee and your midday sun smile, that was the best part of the day. And he wished, deep down in his soul, that it was special.

He nodded his head. And he drank the coffee knowing that the taste would be nothing short of excellent. Five concluded that you had a habit of turning everything you touched into gold.

“Are you going to see training today to wait for us?” Alisson asked you.

It was Friday, and Alisson, Klaus, Vayna and you had agreed to go shopping after them training. It was not new you and them to go out together, but it was new for you to watch their training. It was nothing formal, just routine, so it was easier to wait for them finishe than you to leave and return.

“If it's okay with you guys.”

The brothers agreed and Five thought it best not to show any reaction. He told himself it was because it didn't matter whether you saw a workout or not, but, deep in his soul, Five knew it was for fear that if you focused your attention on him, you would end up listening to him fast heartbeat.

But if he knew that everything would start in that training, he would have thought twice about going.

You were sitting on one of the mats in the garden, sometimes reading something on your phone while the brothers practiced the training. It should have been routine for them, as usual, but they all had difficult missions last night and felt exhausted to do their best.

Five came to know his own limits, he knew when his body was entering the last reserves and that it would no longer hold its powers. It was like a big battery that he needed to recharge to keep working. He felt the sting in his muscles, a warning that Five came to understand that signaled that his powers were going to fail.

Five was already orchestrating strategies to dodge Diego's knives when, already knowing that it wouldn't work, he tried to teleport. But the blue flash swallowed him up and when he took him behind his brother, and Five felt his muscles revitalized, the shock left him stunned.

It had never happened. But it hasn't happened again in weeks too.

Five spent days trying to understand how his powers took a turn and then retracted the same stake when he trained again. The bite always hit him in the muscles and then his powers left him in the hand. Five could no longer find the invigorating sensation that followed the hooks.

The second time his powers got stronger was when Luther was pissing him off. They had arrived from an exhausting and difficult mission, and that time you asked them to come to your apartment for dinner. Because you knew that the negativity of the mansion would not do well for a situation that had already brought out the best in the Hargreeves. Always the good person. You knew how to alleviate a situation with the smallest of gestures, and it made you look wonderful again in the eyes of Five.

After dinner, Luther was teasing Five, throwing cushions at him across the room, while everyone talked and rested in the living room. You made them feel like it was just a normal end of day. That they were just tired after work, traffic, and not because they were damn superheroes who fought a nuclear leak and terrorists. It seemed to Five that everything was easy and charming with you.

Then, when Luther threw another pillow at him, and Five felt the sting in his muscles, but tried to teleport to strike back anyway, the invigorating air ran through his muscles and the blue flash swallowed him.

Once again, Five was surprised. And suddenly, he forgot why he teleported.

His mind hummed like a propeller, trying to understand what the hell was going on. And that's when his eyes were drawn to you, like magnets.

The world was seemed to run out of breath, the atmosphere slowed and he followed every move you made until your eyes met his. It was instantaneous. A hot desert wind swept Five from head to toe, and brought the hot, overwhelming thought “It's her.” You were doing it. You were the one who left him invigorated. You removed the rock from his chest and he could breathe. His powers were reacting to you, and the realization it that stunned Five.

You smiled for him and went back to talking to Vayna, oblivious to the overwhelming discoveries that flooded Five.

The third time your presence showed that his theory was right was when you two were alone. It was Tuesday night. You were making cocktails with Klaus and laughing when he gave his verdict:

"I am happy that you are beautiful and intelligent enough to know that you must think about several other professions, because you would definitely make a terrible bartender." Klaus put aside a drink you made after making a face.

You laughed, throwing an olive at him.

“Why beauty would help me?”

“Prostitution, perhaps.”

“KLAUS!” You looked at him with amused indignation and you two laughed out loud.

“I'm going to get something good. Don't get out of here.” He stood up, taking his coat.

“Be careful!”

“I always do, baby.” He shouted at the door, leaving.

You laughed at nothing, cleaning up the mess you had made on the counter, throwing the used lemons in the trash.

That was when Five appeared. The mission mask on his face, the uniform slightly scorched.

“Hey.” You smiled as soon as you saw him, your heart beating faster. “All right?” You pointed to his clothes.

“Fire” Five say, sitting on the stools at the counter you were on and opening the bottle of vodka.

You gave him a glass, and Five thanked him silently while filling a shot and turning it all over at once. You couldn't get your attention off him. His hair was black as the background of the galaxy, his lips were red with drink, the mask adorned his eyes. God, he was beautiful and you felt that you could no longer reason consistently.

This always happened when Five was involved. He is a god of Olympus who had the power to destabilize you with just one look. Now, however, the mask delivered that he could swing you just in the presence.

In fact... that mask just made everything more mysterious and attractive. You felt something humming inside you, like a harp string that connects your heart to your belly.

“What?” Five's voice brought you out of the trance, revealing that you were looking at him for too long.

“N-nothing” You tried not to blush.

You turning around to put away the other bottles that Klaus and you had removed. But the floor was damp from the melted ice cubes you both dropped. And you was so stunned that you slipped.

As soon as the world spun and the wind hit your face, you were prepared to fall to the ground when a blue flash protected you and firm arms held you.

The breath drained, the callus increased, and Five was absolutely sure that it was you who made him stronger. You were the one who reinvigorated his powers because when he came out of that fire, the sting in his muscles hit him hard, and he knew he hadn't been able to use his powers anymore.

But when you looked up at him, and Five felt your warm skin on his hands, he knew he couldn't stay away from you anymore. He thought about doing something, his body was screaming for you, but he didn't have a chance. Your fingers touched the corner of his mask, gently contouring the left edge.

“You're Gorgeous...” Your whispered was a breath, but Five could hear.

Then he leaned over and pressed his lips to yours, because he felt he couldn't live any longer if he didn't. And when you kissed him back, his whole battery was recharged and that rock that was choking him was destroyed in millions of pieces.

As soon as you were apart enough to breathe, your fingers removed his mask and curled your fingers in his black hair. And this time, it was you who brought your lips together in the most passionate kiss.

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wandsolsen · 4 years ago

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Champagne Problems

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In which Wanda rejected your marriage proposal, inspired by Taylor Swift's song Champagne Problems.

Warnings: pure angst, cursing.

Word Count: 1.8k

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

You booked the midnight train for a reason, you wanted to contemplate your pain with your head against the train window.

The reason for your suffering had a name, Wanda Maximoff.

You sat down in one of the seats, feeling the hurt in your chest burning hard just for thinking about her. The train wasn't too much crowned, however, it wasn't all empty. There were people talking and people sleeping, you were not sure which was worse.

People looked at you, certainly worried about how miserable you were.

You finally rested your head on the train window, looking at the view from the outside. Unintentionally, you remembered Wanda's hand holding yours as the two of you danced on the dance floor.

Wanda smiled at you, and she looked happy. But she wasn't, at least, not complete. Not happy enough to say yes.

However, nobody could ever have thought that she would say no.

You felt the tears coming out, your mouth trembled as you remembered. Your heart was made of glass and she let it drop it.

You had prepared a speech, but when you got down on your knees, you didn't find the expression of emotion and excitement that you had imagined she would had. Instead, you saw Wanda's body tense and fear in her green eyes.

You were speechless.

She didn't even let you ask, she ran away, leaving you there, on your knees and crestfallen on the dance floor.

You were so broken that you hadn't the strength to reach out to her, Wanda's love escaped beyond your reaches.

You saw the pity look that your family and friends gave to you. You had told them that you were going to propose Wanda that night, you couldn't keep it a secret.

You had bought Dom Pérignon and one of your family members had already popped the bottle in an early celebration, it was humiliating.

"Maybe it's just one of her...What does she call? Oh, yeah," Steve remembered before anyone could answer him. "her champagne problems." Steve was trying to calm you down, but he wasn't succeeding.

Fuck Wanda, you thought, your veins filled with angry. Fuck her and her champagne problems.

But even with all the fury you were feeling, Wanda's picture was still in your wallet along with your mom's ring.

You didn't hate her for leaving, you could never hate her.

You remembered the first time you made Wanda blush, it was in November.

You both met in college, and you thought you were the luckiest person in the world for having Wanda as your roommate. She was organized, friendly and didn't ask too many questions, everything a person could want from a roommate.

"Someone said to me that this door was once a madhouse." You said to her, wanting to make small talk.

"Well, it's made for me." Wanda made a joke, and you chuckled.

"A beautiful and intelligent woman like you in a madhouse? I find it hard to believe."

"Beautiful people do have problems too." Wanda's face was getting flush.

"I know, I know." You said. "I just wanted to praise you because, well, you're definitely one of the most beautiful girls on the campus."

And there it was, Wanda's face all red and her shy smile on her lips. You felt your heart beating faster than usual at that moment.

"So do you?" You continued.

"Do what?"

"Have problems."

"Just champagne problems." She answered.

"Champagne problems?" You asked, with your furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, nothing meaningful or worth mention," She explained. "when compared to the others issues around the world."

"Well, champagne or not, they're still problems."

She thought about your words for a moment, but didn't say anything. Wanda continued to devalue her own problems, claiming that her issues were insignificant and there were worse things in the world.

Wanda was very reserved in the beginning, it was usually you who started the conversations. It didn't take long for you to fall in love with her.

I mean, how could you not? She was gorgeous and caring. Wanda was kinder than the most people you had ever met. She was a dream girl, with her hair loose and long, her sweet smile and her funny laugh. The way she was always up to help someone in need, and how she tried to empathize with everyone.

Wanda was absolutely flawless.

You only asked her out on a date when you were sure she wouldn't reject you.

Now, seeing from afar, you could see how stupid you were. You should have waited, just kneeling after knowing for sure that she would say yes.

But that's the problem.

You had sure that Wanda would say yes with tears dropping from her eyes. Then, your song would have played, you would have kissed her and held her hand tight while dancing. Your friends would have cheered with joy, and Wanda would have hugged you with a radiant smile on her face.

You let out a breath of pain. You now lived with only wishes. Because she dropped your hand while dancing, instead of holding tight.

Just champagne problems, she would say, about this dramatic situation.

You had a black Chevy that Wanda loved, she enjoyed riding in your car, even if you never go anywhere special. And when the car stopped running and you decided that was time to buy a better one, Wanda didn't let you. Often you saw her on the passenger seat murmuring whatever song was playing on the radio.

Nevertheless, the Chevy wasn't going anywhere. Just like your relationship.

Feeling tired of sitting there in this hurt, you left the train and went to the nearest hotel that you could find, you didn't want to come back home anytime soon.

You lived in a small town, your failed marriage proposal was probably spreading in the mouth of people like a disease.

Your turn on your phone, there were many messages and missed calls from your friends, but no one of them matters to you. Except one.

There was one voicemail from Wanda. Just that. She didn't send you a dozen messages like your friends, just a voicemail.

You set down on the bed, before listening to her voice for the last time.

Hey, Y/N, it's me, Wanda. I think I owed you an apology for leaving you out there standing. I-I can't do this, I'm sorry.

Wanda's voice was trembling, it sounded like she was crying. Why was she crying? She left you, not the other way around.

You didn't know it was possible for your heart to break more, but it did. The sound of her painful voice would haunt you forever.

I really can't give you a reason, I guess I never was ready for commitment. Sometimes you just don't know the answer until someone gets on their knees and asks you, you know?

There was a long pause, so long that you thought the message was over. However, Wanda's voice filled the room again:

You deserve someone better than me, you always had. Someone who is not fucked up in the head like me, someone who will never hurt you like I did. You'll find a real thing out there, she will pick up the pieces of your broken heart and she will patch up your tapestry that I shredded. She will be so perfect that you will not remeber me, or all my champagne problems.

Your vision was blurred because of the tears that fall uncontrollably from your face.

Ours... your friends called, they all are worried about you, please contact them.

There was another long pause.

I lov...

Your heart started to race at the words she was about to say, but Wanda gave up halfway, as if realizing that the words were not true.

Goodbye, Y/N.

And that was it.

Four years of relationship saying goodbye in a voicemail of less than five minutes.

Your throat burned from holding on to crying for so long, you wanted to scream until your vocal cords burst.

You loved her more than anything, and she left as if it were nothing. As if your love meant nothing.

You took the picture of Wanda that was still on your wallet, and tore it into several pieces before throwing it in the trash.

Eventually, the sleep caught you while you were crying in the hotel bed, similar to a friendly hug in the midst of so much pain.

━━━━━━ ᗢ ━━━━━━

You heard that Wanda left town, without looking back, on the same day that she rejected your proposal.

Wanda's sweet perfume was still impregnate, along with your memories with her, in every room of the house that the two of you used to live. You didn't manage to stay there, it didn't take long for you to sell the house and buy an apartment in the city center.

You sold your black Chevy, there was no one around to stop you.

You also sold Wanda's things that she left behind, you didn't want anything to remind you of her. Because after the end of the day, you were still mad at Wanda. For leaving, for didn't give you a good reason, for making your waste four years of your life.

"She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head." That was probably the last thing that someone spoke about Wanda, before another big gossip emerge in your town and they eventually forgot the humiliation that she put you through.

At first, you stayed in your new apartment with your heart broken, just watching futile reality shows and eating junk food. Steve, your best friend, was there all the time giving you emotional support, even though he didn't always know how to say the right thing.

But eventually you had to face reality, after all, you suffering or not, life still went on.

It took two years before you were ready to fall in love again. And two years since you had heard from Wanda, you didn't know about her even on social media, since she had deleted them all.

It was as if Wanda had simply disappeared, little by little, she became a myth in your life, a ghost that haunted you from time to time. Not even your friends and family mentioned her name.

Sometimes you wondered if she really existed, if you haven't invented her in your head.

It was in a bar outside the town, that you met Natasha Romanoff. She was self-confident and carried a death look in her eyes, rigid on the outside, but soft on the inside. She had short red hair and was not very fond of wearing jewellery.

Totally different from Wanda.

Natasha was fun to be around, it was easy to understand her because she was always honest with you.

You started to date her on the very first day of summer. Then, after spending all the four seasons together, you started to carry your mom's ring in your pocket and Natasha's picture in your wallet.

And when you got on your knees, she didn't leave you crestfallen on the dance floor. She said yes, and held your hand tight while dancing.

However, in the end, Wanda was wrong.

You still remeber all her champagne problems.

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pigeonp0st · 4 years ago

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hi! I'm new to tumblr so sorry if I request wrong or something but could you do a natasha x reader where the reader is natasha's secret girlfriend and the team finds out? You can take it in whatever direction you want but some ideas are them almost breaking up because one of them doesn't want to tell the team or the team being surprised that the reader is the opposite of Natasha in a lot of ways or the team finding out after one of them casually lets it slip in conversation. Thank you!

Natasha Romanoff x Reader #4

Words: 1,569

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any?

Notes:

Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy! (Sorry for spelling mistakes! Looking for them is something I despise to do.)

———-

Natasha is captivating, you’ve come to realize.

You knew it before, when the two of you were just partners and friends, but now—now it shines in the brightest of ways.

Natasha is captivating. She’s captivating to you like watching your favorite character in a TV show, or like honey is to bees, or like the ocean is at first to baby turtles trying to make their way to safety.

Natasha is also safety...which in hindsight probably makes you the turtle, and since you’re the turtle—the Avengers are the birds trying to eat you.

(Yes, this is a messed up analogy.)

Instead of rushing through the birds and taking risk—the risk being coming forward about your relationship with Natasha—you’ve decided to hide in the sand, away from everything scary..and really, so be it if you starve because of it.

Natasha thinks the whole turtle and bird analogy is dramatic, but she says, looking concerned and slightly confused, the ocean and the turtle one is sort of, weirdly, sweet.

Then she says, hesitantly like she’s not sure if she’s understanding properly, “if the birds are keeping you from the ocean—me—then, I mean, you aren’t with me right? You aren’t safe.”

It takes you a couple of long moments to catch what she’s saying, but once you do you slump into bed besides her to curse into the pillow, and for the rest of that night Natasha distracts you with food and movies.

———

You think about the conversation two weeks later and realize that Natasha isn’t safe either. These people, these Avengers, they’re her family. They’re the people who have accepted her, and if this is the one thing they can’t accept—if you loving her, and her loving you in return is the one thing they can’t accept about her—well...it’ll ruin her.

You don’t want the relationship the two of you have to be the thing that ruins her. Even the thought of it, of being the reason she loses something so vital to her...it makes you feel nauseous.

Thus...stuck between a rock and a hard place (a really fucking suffocating rock), sitting in the empty kitchen at six am in the morning, is where you vow to do your best to hide your relationship; for her, but also for you.

It’ll be hard but you have to TRY, because the other option is…

It’s Plan B.

———

There’s a weight on your shoulders that wasn’t there before, and it keeps feeling like it’s getting heavier and heavier, and you just—

Fuck. You just want to love. Why does it feel like you’re hiding and scared more than not. Why does it feel like Natasha’s happiness rests upon your ability to be discreet?

And yeah, maybe you’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself but also maybe you’re not, because all it takes is one wrong move. One wrong move.

...maybe Plan A is selfish. Plan B is safer...but sometimes she looks at you with this softness on her face that just...makes you feel selfish.

You can’t break up with her. Plan A will work for as long as it has to, because it has to.

———

Plan A fails.

It’s your fault.

You and Peter are sitting on the couch chatting, with half of the Avengers scattered around the room, and Peter says, distraughtly, “I know you haven’t dated someone for a long time but i’d like for you to help me ask out this girl I like.”

Without thinking you quirk an eyebrow at him and say, “who said I wasn’t dating anyone?” and then proceed to completely freeze when your brain catches up to what you’ve said.

Peter tilts his head at you, confused, “you’re dating someone?”

There’s too much anxiety in your forced out, “NO,” and is everyone looking at you? It feels like everyone is looking at you.

Wanda is instantly intrigued, along with the other Avengers, and though you are using every fiber in your being to not look at Natasha you know she’s looking at you too.

Wanda asks, smiling comfortingly, “who are you dating?” Like your no was a yes, and maybe that’s exactly what it sounded to them.

There’s multiple things you could say to respond to her question. Smarter things then what you actually end up saying, but your brain is full of anxiety, and your heart is much too loud, and the only thing you can think of is to protect Natasha anyway you can, so you force out, trying to keep your voice as even as possible;

“A girl I met online.”

There’s immediate quiet. Your eyes are shut tightly because you can’t bring yourself to see their faces, you can’t bring yourself to see Natasha’s face, because holy fuck. You’re scared. You’re so scared. You’re doing this for her, so she knows how they feel, but why does it have to ruin you instead.

“Y/N?” Wanda says, placing an arm on your hand. Your eyes immediately snap open. Hers are apologetic and concerned. “Breathe.”

That’s when you notice your hyperventilating.

You feel arms wrapping around you from behind and you just immediately know who it is. What is she doing? What is Natasha doing? You don’t look at her, you’re afraid your eyes will give away to much, but you hear Natasha whisper in your ear—her voice so even it’s obvious she’s forcing it not to tremble;

“It’s okay, okay? You’re okay. Look at their faces.”

You do. They all look concerned, and a bit confused.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, laughing bitterly. Natasha’s arms tighten around your torso.

(What is she doing? You’re trying to save her.)

They all look at each other, uncertain, and then finally Steve asks gently, “what’s her name?”

It’s the moment the weight falls off your shoulder. (It’s the moment where the turtle realizes that there’s not actually birds around, and that the turtle isn’t actually a turtle. It’s a human, with a family that loves unwaveringly.)

“Her name…” you pause, eyes growing watery, “uh…”

“Her name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova, otherwise known as Natasha Romanoff,” Natasha says, meeting Steve’s gaze directly, and then the rest of the Avengers. Even Peter. She looks defensive, but not of herself, of you. She’s behind you, but it feels like she’s shielding you like you were trying to shield her.

Thankfully, it doesn’t seem to be needed.

Most of the Avengers look shocked, others look unsurprised (Tony hands Wanda some cash). Some of them looked more shocked when you said it was a person you met online.

Well.

“So...are you going to tell me how to ask out the girl I like now?” Peter asks, his voice unsure.

Natasha looks to be about to say something snarky but you squeeze her hand to silence her and grin at him, “sure thing, kid. Sure thing.”

“I’m sixteen.”

———

Later, before you and Natasha head off to bed you make a loud comment in the hallway that causes a couple of loud antagonized groans. “I’m going to sleep with Nat now! Well—not sleep with her, sleep with her, we’re going to be sharing a bed. As couples do...like we’ve secretly been doing but now are doing openly—the sleeping next to each other. The other sleeping together won’t be open. Well, unless—“

Natasha quickly drags you into the room before you manage to finish that train thought.

“The other sleeping together won’t be open,” Natasha grumbles. “So whatever you were planning with that girl you met online...cut it out.”

You smile at her, completely and utterly in love. “Babe, are you jealous of a made up person?”

She rolls her eyes playfully, then, abruptly, her eyes turn soft and she pulls you into a tight hug you weren’t prepared for.

“Oh. This is nice.” You wrap your arms around her too, though you’re confused. “Are you alright?”

Natasha shakes her head. “What you did earlier...don’t ever do that again. Don’t put your heart on the line in effort to protect mine,” Nat says, and she sounds more vulnerable than you meant her to be. “Your heart is my heart. It hurt me to see you looking that alone and scared. You aren’t alone. We’ll face things together.” Then quietly, Natasha says, “you’re my ocean, too. I need you to be okay for me to be okay.”

“Alright.” You promise, pulling away from the hug to cup her cheek and meet her eyes. You don’t want to hurt Natasha. You won’t. She’s already been hurt too much. “But, by the way, it really doesn’t make sense for you to be the ocean to my ocean.”

Natasha lets out an amused breath in response, then relents with; “then your my sun. You make me brighter.”

She looks so adorably proud of her analogy that you can’t help your laughter. “That’s cheesy as fuck.”

It’s perfect. Especially when Natasha snorts and pushes you away with a mocking; “okay, turtle to my ocean. Whatever you say.”

“You wound me, ocean, you wound me.”

“So now i’m a bird attacking a turtle?” Natasha asks, and now she’s just being rude. “Wounding you like they would?”

“I don’t expect a mortal to understand the poetic words of a god.”

Natasha laughs so loudly you’re sure her room neighbors can hear. You don’t have to care about them hearing anymore. “What?” You mumble, flabbergasted, “it is kinda poetic!”

“You wish.”

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chosonore · 4 years ago

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part one | oblivion

oblivion [noun. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one]

pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader

summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.

wordcount: 3.9k

content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, noritoshi is kind of a dick but i promise it gets better so please don’t lose faith in him, we’re not strictly following the manga timeline bc while i am reading it, i do have a goldfish brain, lowercase intended

a/n: hello, here’s the first installment of my sanguine series! it’s the prequel of this drabble (nsfw) i wrote the other week while i was working on the outline of the fic. it’s a little slow burn because i wanted to spend some more time exploring their relationship and the groundwork for it, so yeah. i’ll try to update it regularly, but since i’ve only planned five parts for sanguine, it might take a while bc i want to take my time with it. if you want to stay updated with the series, i’ll post the masterlist to it shortly! i do hope you enjoy it though :) and stay safe, everybody! [tagging @sukirichi the sukuna to my yuuji, who just gets spammed when i start rambling about my aus but always screams with me (´• ω •`)]

masterlist - next

"y/n!" you look up to see miwa storming towards you, thrusting a book in your direction. "could you- could you please give this to noritoshi? i borrowed this book from him like a week ago and if i don't return this anytime soon, i think he's gonna kill me."

scowling at her, you look at the book in disdain. you wanted to avoid crossing paths with noritoshi as much as possible and miwa was well aware that you didn't like hi-

"please," miwa pleaded again, taking your hands and placing the book in it. "i'm really scared of him. he always looks like he's going to shoot me soon. even todo is pretty nice if you don't interrupt his takada-chan time!"

you sighed in annoyance, you just couldn't say no. ever since coming to the kyoto metropolitan curse tech, miwa and you had been pretty close because you strongly disliked the other students. most of them were arrogant and stuck-up, thinking they were better than the other; the two that belonged to the three clans were even worse. on your first day here you'd promptly gotten into a fight with mai, disliking how haughty she was and trying to prove everyone that she was better than them. much to your chagrin, the fight ended in a tie.

"fine, but you owe me some mango," miwa's face lit up in relief and she gave you a thumbs up before dashing to her room, most likely to escape noritoshi's wrath. you inspected the book. was it even worth returning it? maybe you could just throw it in the trash. if noritoshi ever found out, he'd kill miwa first and then you. you let out another sigh before making your way towards the training grounds. he most likely was outside to practice, either with one of the guys or alone. as you were nearing the training grounds, you could already hear the sound of arrows whistling and the dull thuds of them hitting the target. it was hard to spot him through all the trees; you weren't entirely sure where he was. your ears perked up when you heard him release another arrow until you realized that it was heading your way. this bastard. fortunately, you were able to slash the arrow clean in the middle, angrily pointing your sword in his direction. you still couldn't see him anywhere.

"you fucking idiot! you could've killed me," you snarled, stomping deeper into the forest. an amused laugh echoed through the trees.

"you're acting like i can't control my arrows. it's not my fault you let your guard down," noritoshi retorted smugly, lowering his bow as he saw you approaching. you were fuming, hurling the book at him. how dare he? you watched with satisfaction as it hit him square in the chest - who was caught off guard now, huh? he deserved it anyways.

"miwa asked me to return your book," you curtly explained and turned back around to leave but apparently, noritoshi had other plans. instead of saying anything else, he just followed you which unsettled you even more.

"stop following me."

"who said i was following you? i'm just going back to the dorms. i'm sorry you can't handle me being near you."

you whirled around, sword pointing dangerously close to his neck. he smirked at you triumphantly, it was just too easy to get a rouse out of you. "another word and i'll cut you, seriously. you're pissing me off," you gritted your teeth, hating that you always fell for his stupid games. he knew you all to well, what made you angry, what made you happy, what motivated you. once upon a time, you'd thought the same about him; until he changed so rapidly, so unlike your expectations. you were worlds apart and yet you'd reserved an ounce of hope that he wouldn't turn out to be as arrogant as the clan heads. swift as the wind, noritoshi grabbed your wrist, dragging it upwards and towards him until he could lean down to you. your heartbeat sped up - holy shit why was he so close to you - and you froze in shock.

"i'd like to see you try, princess," he whispered in your ear, the grip on your wrist tightening. "you wouldn't dare to."

the first time you met noritoshi, he was sitting outside in the garden with his mum. both seemed to have a good time. noritoshi's hair was tousled from the soft summer breeze and he had a soft smile on his face, happily munching away on the snacks that were displayed on the table. while he looked friendly enough, you were wary of meeting and talking to him because you felt kind of queasy around the kamo family. you couldn’t quite place a finger on the feeling, the older members of the family intimidating you to no end. much to your dismay, you felt like you had to be watchful - your parents worked for the kamo family, so naturally the apartment you lived in was close to the estate. you avoided any run ins with the adults, they weren’t exactly friendly to you. noritoshi’s mum had befriended your mum and they spent a lot of time together when possible. and yet you’d never met noritoshi before, seeing how busy he was with his various classes.

the fit that you threw, not wanting to tag along with your mum, was long forgotten when you’d spotted the jar of cookies on the table. before your mum could react, you pulled your hand away from hers and quickly ran towards it. “hello miss!” you greeted enthusiastically, your eyes shining at the sight of the sweets. “my name is y/n! i’m here with my mum and i uhm… could i have some of the cookies? please?” when your mum finally caught up to you, she scolded you quietly and greeted the other two, taking a seat beside noritoshi’s mum. you pouted, immediately climbing on her lap as you refused to sit next to the boy. his mum handed you a cookie which you happily took and thanked her politely. noritoshi was curiously eyeing you; it wasn’t often that he saw other children around his age and he didn’t have any friends to play with. his everyday life revolved around reading books, studying, taking archery classes and sometimes spending time with his mum. noritoshi barely even knew what fun was - he’d only ever felt at peace when he was around his mum.

“y/n, sweetie, why don’t you go and play with noritoshi?” your mum prompted but you immediately shook your head, hiding your face in her chest. she simply laughed and shook her head, brushing your hair back softly. “come on, noritoshi is really nice. you can be his friend one day, right? didn’t i tell you that friends are important?”

you frowned. then huffed. when she worded it like this, there was no way you could refuse. the cartoon that you religiously watched featured a group of friends that went on adventures and helped each other out. you’d told your mum that you wanted to be like that too! begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and trudged towards noritoshi who looked at you with big eyes. you held your hand out, waiting for him to shake it. “my name is y/n. uhm… nice to meet you,” you shyly whispered, eyes darting away from him.

it took a while until noritoshi reacted, shaking your hand gently and answering: “hello y/n, i’m noritoshi.”

much to your surprise, noritoshi was actually fun to be around with. he showed you his collection of books, the bow that he was practicing with and you often played the card game you’d received for your birthday together. he was smart and witty, often explaining you things that he’d read in a book but he was also attentive when he listened to you ramble about the other kids in school or when you told him about the cartoon that you were watching. for you, noritoshi was becoming your best friend - for noritoshi, you were his first friend. he cherished you and how unabashedly true to yourself you were. spending time with you was something he looked forward to; you always made him laugh and you didn’t care whether he lived up to the kamo family name or not. to you, he was simply noritoshi. you were like a fresh breeze of air in his life.

noritoshi didn't quite understand why the elders were always so hard on him, so strict and unrelenting. they expected only the best results from him and didn't show any understanding when he exhausted. he didn't enjoy practice anymore, the lessons becoming a chore and burden on his mind. but whenever he saw your face light up at his newly acquired skills, he thought it was worth the trouble. you came to visit him everyday after school, never skipping a day. sometimes he questioned why you weren't visiting your friends from school but you shook your head, poking his chest indignantly. "you're my best friend, 'toshi. of course i'd want to spend more time with you." noritoshi was glad you always chose him, without fail.

even though your parents had always warned you to be careful around noritoshi because his family was strict and didn't like outside influences distracting the heir, you never really strayed from his side. noritoshi didn't have any other friends, who would keep him company or listen to his troubles then? you didn't understand why your parents were suddenly going back on their word. they'd always told you that family and friends were important. you couldn't pinpoint your feelings for him - but your parents saw it. it was obvious; the stars in your eyes when you looked at him, the slight blush on your cheeks when he complimented you and how happy you were when you got to spend time with him. the more time you spent with him, the more they were worried for you.

"'toshi!" you yelled in excitement as you ran towards him, waving wildly. he dropped his bow and turned to you, a soft smile gracing his lips as he opened his arms to hug you. you squeezed him tightly. two weeks you hadn't seen him due to a school trip after which you got sick and weren't able to leave the house. you'd missed him a lot and you were excited to show him the souvenirs you brought him.

"look, i bought you an omamori!" you handed him the small object, then pointing on your bag to show him the one you'd bought for yourself. "i got myself a matching one too! my teacher said it wards off evil spirits and brings you luck." noritoshi's smile was bright, so bright. he was happy you thought of him and were always kind to him. your eyes widened as he leaned in to kiss your cheek before thanking you. the two of you were blushing, neither saying a word but not minding what had just happened.

the day noritoshi's mother left the estate was the day you were slowly starting to lose him. noritoshi grew more forlorn and didn't seem to easily find joy in anything anymore. the departure left a deep, deep gap in his heart. it had shocked him deep to the core when she left him. him. why couldn't she stay? why did she leave him when she was the only person who protected him, loved him? she did say that she was hindering his growth but who was she to decide that? he didn't want to become stronger, didn't want to protect other people like she'd told him to. he wanted to stay with her. "'toshi? 'toshi!" a concerned voice broke through his trance, pulling him back into reality. "i asked you a question! you weren't even listening to me."

you were pouting at him, tugging at his sleeve impatiently. noritoshi apologized, patting your head to soothe your temper. "what do you want to do in the future? mum said it's important to work towards your dreams!" you asked him curiously, grasping his hand to hold it. the gesture filled him with indescribable warmth, drawing him in like a moth to the flames. "my mum said i have a special power, i can heal people! i want to become a doctor in the future, so i can help everyone that got hurt," you explained to him so earnestly that he felt bad for the lie he was about to tell. noritoshi didn't have big dreams or ambitions just yet. he didn't even know what would be suitable to him - he was strictly following orders, never allowed to think for himself.

but when he looked at you, he only had one wish. "i think… i think i want to help people, protect them. especially those that i love."

with each year passing, you noticed that noritoshi was putting more and more distance between the two of you. at first you'd brushed it off as the stress of his training and number of classes he was attending. but as you spent less and less time together, the weight of the situation didn’t escape you. he was easily irritable, cold and arrogant, often rude towards employees of the kamo estate. every now and then when you’d scold him for being an asshole, he’d simply scoff at you and haughtily ask you how it was any of your business. you sighed, tossing and turning in your bed as you thought about how much noritoshi had changed. it kept you up at night, just thinking about how he wasn’t your ‘toshi anymore. you didn’t know this person. ‘toshi was always gentle and kind, he tended to overthink many things and sometimes he was a little bit of a crybaby but you still loved him regardless. you sneaked out of your room, finally mustering up enough courage to ask your mother for advice. the thought of her discovering your blooming crush on noritoshi was scaring you. your parents were wary around the kamos despite working from them - even more so ever since noritoshi’s mother left and the elders had free reign over her son.

“noritoshi! noritoshi, stop walking away from me! hey, i’m talking to you!” you yelled frustrated as you were trying to keep up with him. noritoshi was crossing the garden in long strides, it was nearly impossible to stop him as you couldn’t catch up to him. you lunged forward, getting hold of his sleeve and tugged him back harshly. noritoshi yanked his arm out of your grip, glaring at you annoyed.

“what do you want from me? i have better things to do than to quibble with you,” he hissed irritated. you couldn’t believe him, he had the nerve to dismiss you like this when he was in the wrong?

“you know exactly what i want from you! you can’t just go around and talk to people like you did before just because they’re not from a reputable family! noritoshi, you’re not any better than them just because your last name is kamo.”

as much as noritoshi scared you, you stood your ground. you knew he didn’t take you serious, not with the amused look he gave you. in the past month or two, noritoshi was suddenly hit by a growth spurt - you barely reached his shoulder now and he took advantage of that to mock you, often treating you like an armrest. he pat your head condescendingly, pouting at you in fake regret. “aw, did i hurt your feelings? did i make itty bitty little y/n sad?” he mocked you, before abruptly grabbing your cheeks to make you look at him. “i don’t care what you think of me, cry all you want. i strongly suggest you hold that sharp tongue of yours if you know what’s good. know your place.”

tears filled your eyes; noritoshi had never talked to you this way. what has gotten into him? your heart broke in pieces, unable to take the pain any longer. you were no longer his equal but below him, much like everyone else.

“mum?” you cautiously knocked at the door of her study, waiting for her response. your mother was most likely still awake and dealing with paperwork like she usually did. upon hearing the affirmative noise she made, you flitted inside, closing the door behind you so your father didn’t catch any wind of this. it was already embarrassing enough and you were sure your mother could offer you better advice. you gingerly took a seat on the armchair, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to your body. how were you going to approach this? hey mum, i have a crush on noritoshi and he’s weird to me now and i don’t know why? uh yeah mum, i caught feelings for the guy you warned me about and now i look like a fool crawling up to you like this?

“it’s about noritoshi, isn’t it?” your mother interrupted your stream of thought, spinning her swivel chair towards you.

“huh? oh no it isn’t, why would it be? i have-”

“y/n.”

“ugh okay fine, maybe it is about him,” you sighed defeated, of course she would look right through you. she always seemed to know what you were thinking, even when you hadn’t confided in her before. “but promise me you won’t judge me!” the look in your mother’s eyes told you that she was going to judge you regardless but you knew she meant well - she simply wanted the best for you.

“i- i just don’t understand why he’s been such a pain in the ass lately. and he’s been treating everyone like dirt too, including me! mum, he’s becoming someone else and i… i don’t know what to do,” you sniffled inconsolably, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. she wasn’t supposed to see you getting emotional. “he’s always busy and when we do get to see each other, he doesn’t want to spend time with me. what if he doesn’t like me anymore? and i don’t like how he’s treating you! it’s the same issue with the elders, they don’t know any human decency at all!”

your mother motioned you to scoot over a little and sat next to you, wrapping her arms around you and patting your back to console you. while she meant well, it accomplished the opposite - you broke down in tears, unable to stop your sobs. “i just want my ‘toshi back,” you whimpered upset, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound of you crying. “i know you didn’t like that i became good friends with him but i couldn’t help it and i just really like him and- you weren’t supposed to find that out.”

“sweetheart, i know you love noritoshi,” she handed you a tissue. “you let a lot more on than you were aware of; dad and me always knew you were in love with him.” as if on cue, your sobbing stopped and you just looked at her in disbelief. she knew. she knew. you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. “i think it was always pretty obvious, to be honest. you always looked at him as if he was your entire world and no matter what happened, you were always by his side. i know it’s hard to accept when a dear friend is changing but sometimes you just have to, right? both of you are still growing, there’s no way of telling how your personalities change.”

“but i don’t want him to change like this,” you protested stubbornly, glaring at her. she was talking about it as if it was a matter of simply discarding a bad apple in the trash. it wasn’t easy and it made you anxious. you grew up together, shared secrets and memories. he was the person you’d always looked up to.

“y/n.” your mother sounded stern but you didn’t back down, not yet. “is it really worth it? if a person is changing so rapidly and you’re not getting through to them, you’ll have to let it go. there’s only so much you can do. people grow apart sometimes, it’s only natural. you have to let go of them, temporarily, so you both can heal and grow. y/n, i know you’re being stubborn about this but you’ll have to let him figure things out on his own. fate has curious ways to bring people back together.”

when the time came, noritoshi left to attend the kyoto metropolitan curse tech school without telling you a word. you were disappointed, apparently you weren’t worth saying goodbye to. whatever his reason was, it must’ve been pretty important. important enough to forget the promise that you’d always stay in contact. you wondered whether he'd change again, for the better maybe? maybe you would reconcile when you could finally attend the school as well and train together. you were excited to show him your sword skills, having received your family's heirloom, an elegant steel blue sword. though your skills probably weren’t up to par with the other students, you still wanted to show them off, show him what you’d learned in the year that you spent apart.

noritoshi had changed but not for the better. holy shit, did he get on your nerves. the first time he'd practiced with you, you realized that he had mutated into an insufferable know-it-all. he would give you backhanded compliments or make snide remarks about your posture, how you were supposed to hold your sword, how inefficient your fighting style was. sometimes you wished you could just beat him for once and have him shut up. there was no denying though, noritoshi was way too strong and you had a long way to go. judging from the reactions of the others, barely anyone had beat him either.

and just like that, your feelings for him were buried. you’d taken your mother’s advice to heart, keeping conversations and interactions with him to a minimum but somehow noritoshi always found his way to you. he was everywhere and a quarrel was inevitable. noritoshi got under your skin and he knew how to push your buttons. why he chose to pick on you was beyond your comprehension; he didn’t pay much attention to the other students nor was he particularly liked by them. just how much was he going to get on everyone else’s nerves? out of all the second years, todo aoi was the most amicable; you had the (dis)pleasure to run into him on your first day and for some reason, he took a liking to you. while he was loud and boisterous, mostly doing whatever he wanted, you couldn’t deny that he was a good friend. even though he didn’t care about anyone as much as he cared about takada-chan. at one point, he’d looked at you in sympathy when he caught you staring at noritoshi, patting your shoulder (too forceful): “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m so sorry.”

you still didn’t know what he meant by that.

ps.: todo knows and he’s kinda judging you for your taste in men

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