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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Domestic

Natasha Romanoff x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2000 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Nat has a super cute wifey who likes to have mass dinners for all the avengers at their home

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The arrangement that Clint had for Laura and the kids had worked for him.

By all accounts, most people didn’t even know that they existed, which in this life, certainly helped to keep them alive.

Having people that you loved made you vulnerable, and it also put all of their lives in danger. Clint knew that all too well, and made sure that no one would know who or where they were in order to protect them.

It was a good plan, a smart plan, and when you and Natasha got married, she wanted the same thing for you.

You were the love of her life, and one of the only people in the world she truly cared for. She had spent her entire life sure that she would never fall in love, or get too close to anyone, but you had easily broken down all those walls.

That made you more valuable than gold to her.

You were her everything, and if hiding you away was what she’d have to do to keep you safe, no one would need to know about you. It had been easy for Clint, and others like him, so there was no reason it couldn’t work for her too.

Fury understood that Natasha wasn’t taking this issue lightly, so he and Colson took special precautions to make sure that no one would ever be able to find you unless they had high enough clearance and couldn’t be registered as a threat.

After all, Nat had no shortage of enemies and getting ahold of you would be all they would be after.

You were valuable to them too, for a much different reason.

Getting to you would put Natasha in quite the predicament. Using you as leverage, there was virtually nothing they couldn’t find out, which meant it was in S.H.I.E.L.Ds best interest to keep you hidden too.

They had too many secrets to keep, and Natasha held the key to most of them.

So, she kept you hidden away.

It was safer for the two of you to just keep the love you shared under wraps and you didn’t mind that. You understood that there could be real danger if you weren’t careful.

It was just something you had to do if you wanted to be with her, and you certainly did. Quite frankly, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for her, even if it meant uprooting your whole life and practically going into witness protection.

However, staying there forever wasn’t an option either.

As with all things, nothing could stay a secret forever. At some point, the secret was bound to get out to someone; though, it wasn’t as detrimental as you had always assumed it would be when it finally came to light.

The visitors you had were more than welcome.

The knock at your door wasn’t one you had been expecting, but when you opened it, you were anything but worried.

Standing there, entirely unannounced, was the woman you’d married and all of the avengers.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, throwing your arms around her shoulders before she could so much as say hello. Technically, you weren’t supposed to be so open right away, but you didn’t care.

You hadn’t seen Natasha in months, and you weren’t sure you could hold back much longer with her right in front of you.

Living out here, while safe, was lonely.

Still, Natasha with as much as she missed you was paranoid by nature. Even this much, out in the open, made her nervous.

“Inside honey” she reminded gently, gingerly walking you back until you were safely within the confines of your home. It was only when the door was closed and locked with all of you inside that Nat visibly relaxed.

Understandably, she was uneasy about this whole thing.

Not only was she telling them all about you and the secret she’d been hiding for years at this point, but she was also gathering all the people she cared about in one place.

With a past like hers, it was a little stressful.

Though, she also found some amount of comfort in getting to see you again after all this time. The recent events had made it hard to sneak off and visit you without attracting suspicious or unwanted attention.

There was silence for a moment or two as the waiting crowd tried to figure out what was going on, or what about this place made it Natasha’s very important stop. She had been very clear that they couldn’t go anywhere until they came here.

There had to be a reason it was so important.

Natasha had never done anything like this before, and until this moment, they were sure that she didn’t have any personal connections to anything or anywhere. A woman like her, doing what she did, didn’t get that luxury.

...or, at least, they didn’t think so.

Almost immediately, of course, Tony connected the dots.

There was just something about the way she looked at you, and the way you looked back at her in turn, he’d seen it a million times before. He’d seen it in his own parents on the rare occasions they weren’t fighting.

You were in love.

The fact that he didn’t know you existed until today, or the fact that she’d hidden so much from him didn’t bother Tony in the least. In the lives they lived, everyone had their secrets, no one more so than Natasha.

If anything, he was glad she’d chosen to share with them now.

“This is your special lady, isn’t it?” he teased, doing his best not to be as awkward as he was sure it was coming across. Natasha was just so cagey about the things in her life, especially her love life, and this was news to him.

Good news, but news none-the-less.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say at first, taking your place at Natasha’s side. You knew who they were, of course, and you’d heard a lot about them but you had never had the privilege of meeting any of them before.

You didn’t get to meet many new people ever, for that matter. You were a little concerned that your people skills had gotten rusty.

It was impossible to know who was dangerous or not, and you didn’t want to risk running into the wrong kind. Being on high alert made it really hard to connect with people, even when you were sure they were safe.

It was new for you.

“This is my wife, Y/N” Natasha hummed, practically beaming as she finally said those words out loud. She had never had the privilege before, but this seemed like the perfect place to finally make it happen.

This was safe.

These people were safe, and even with as nervous as you were to be meeting them, you knew that Nat would never bring anyone even remotely dangerous to meet you.

The fact that she trusted them enough to bring them to your home meant that she trusted them, and if she trusted them, you could too. So, rather than hide behind your beautiful wife all night, you stood up a little straighter and decided to just give this thing a try.

“Hello, you must be the avengers” you tried, ignoring how strange the sentence sounded falling from your lips. It was hardly a normal thing to say, and hardly the most smooth delivery you’d ever given but it wasn’t the worst.

...And no one seemed too offended by it.

All in all, it was an okay icebreaker, and before too long, conversation was swelling all around you. You had gotten ready to start dinner when they arrived, so it seemed like the perfect thing to busy yourself with while they talked and checked out your home.

It was a cute little place, one Nat had practically fallen in love with, partially because of the close family floorplan and mostly because of the isolation.

The two of you sometimes talked about getting a bigger place, or moving somewhere far away from here, but for the pair of you, this house was just fine. It was decorated nicely, your way of having some agency over the situation you’d been put in with pictures and artwork everywhere.

“So, you’ve just been living here? Isn’t that a little difficult?” Steve asked, sitting down across from the island where you were stirring a bowl of what looked to be pasta salad.

This whole thing was blowing his mind.

In general, most everyone else had come to accept the arrangement you two shared as just part of being married to a spy but Captain America was less used to this whole thing, even now. The idea of hiding away your life partner was blowing his mind, even for safety's sake.

It seemed like it would be hard.

“It isn’t easy, but it’s just what we have to do. Nat’s made a lot of enemies over the years” you shrugged, doing your very best to explain the situation in the same way you did with everyone else.

It was just how it was.

You sometimes dreamed of what it would be like if you didn’t have to live like this. If you and Natasha could just go strolling down the street, hand in hand, without the fear of being kidnapped and tortured in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately though, that fear was justified. There were people everywhere who would have gladly gotten their hands on you, in this country, and all over the world.

“Well, you’ve got some allies in your corner now too” he smiled, finishing what was left of his glass of juice and then going to look through your wedding album with the others on the couch.

Clint had snatched it from the shelf as soon as he came in, after giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead as he always did, and insisted on showing it to the others. Your wedding pictures were some of his favorites, especially because he’d been the only other person in attendance to the event.

You hoped that for your sake, Steve was right. You had grown so accustomed to seeing everyone else in the world as a threat that it would be nice to know that you had some friends in this world as well.

“You forgot to stir the noodles, honey” Nat grinned, gliding past you to the stove where the pot was bubbling away. You had a habit of getting a little far off, especially in a kitchen setting, with a million thoughts swirling around in your head.

It was something you hated, but couldn't seem to get a handle on, but Natasha found it endearing.

It reminded her of the first time you’d offered to make her dinner and ended up burning most of the spaghetti to the bottom of the pan.

It reminded her of why she’d fallen in love with you in the first place.

Eventually, with the quick rescue of the spaghetti from Nat, dinner was ready which meant that your small, meant for two dining room, was full to the brim with assassins, super soldiers, and avengers of all varieties.

It wasn’t exactly how you saw tonight going, but as everyone crowded around the dining room table, you were anything but upset about that.

This was what you’d always wanted. A house full of guests, a warm dinner spread out over the entire table, and the love of your life at your side.

It was absolutely perfect.

You didn’t get to experience things like this very often, but you had a feeling that now that it had happened, this was going to be an ongoing occurrence for you and Natasha, who enjoyed these things much more than she’d ever admit.

After all, this group was her family, and it wasn’t going to kill her to be a little domestic from time to time.

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gloryofluv · 4 years ago

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Manor with Manners: The Dateables Reaction to Meeting Your Family

The Brothers decide to invite your family over for a party in the human world. Your two younger siblings follow you. Your parents are amused… and the reactions of the crew are mixed.

(For the sake of the headcanon, you have two GN siblings.)

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Escorting your parents and younger siblings inside the manor, you stop a moment. “So, as I told you, the exchange program was a bit odd. Because they were in the middle of nowhere, they all have… particular personalities.”

Your parents nod with smiles. “I’m positive it will be fine. After all, if they went through all this trouble, they must be worth it.”

“Yes, they’re all excellent beings. I know I’ve told you about them, but meeting them, well, they can be a bit much,” you laugh and breathe before walking them into the party…

Manor of Manners: Brothers

Probably the most comfortable about meeting your parents. He wanders over to them after the demons have made their own introductions. Your mother and father seem more than just at ease with him but enjoy his company immensely. They spend most of the time speaking about you and your accomplishments and how thankful he is that you’re alive and his companion.

Oh yeah, he was excellent with your parents. Of course, he is an angel, so that isn’t surprising. However, your siblings are another story entirely. Everything about him reads adult. So, they’re very hesitant with him and suspicious of him. At least until you tell them, he’s the writer of TSL. Levi may have had fans in them, but Simeon now had acolytes! He answered their questions and eased their perception of his lack of cool factor.

The brothers always monopolize your time, and this party was no exception. However, he did manage to check in with you and be positive you’re doing well. He would get you a drink and pull you aside, caressing your cheek with a smile. Thanking you for inviting him rolled off his tongue like golden praise. Let’s just say your dad was happy with his appearance and clear adoration of you.

Simeon and Barbatos made the desserts, and they are a major hit. Your family had never had such exquisite food and ask twice is this how you eat all the time??? You really don’t have an answer, but he recovers for you and claims this is a special event after all. Smooth. Your parents are quite enamored with the angel, and your mother says as she walking out that you should end up with a man just like him. Definitely not subtle. Definitely within earshot of him walking all of you out. Cue sweet blush.

Well, he is introduced as a gifted child and Simeon’s charge. He spends little time with your parents but does thank them for having such a wonderful child. They’re charmed by his sweet demeanor, and when he offers them cookies, they melt. Your parents praise Simeon for his skillful upbringing, and that about does it for him.

He ends up spending more of his time with your siblings. Not because he has to, but because children are fascinating to him. He asks them questions about their life, about their schooling, and dreams. Your siblings are interested in the small angel and ask him several times if he’s really a kid. Luke evades the question but instead talks about how he loves to bake and cook.

Your siblings teach him different games they like to play, and he finds out how rambunctious they are. Clearly, your siblings are more troublesome than you. He keeps that observation to himself and ends up babysitting the children more than needed, wrangling them.

He ends up asking you several questions on the normal state of children. You have to explain that your family isn’t quite average, and he agrees. He’s happy to finally meet your family and asks if he could come to visit them with you next time.

Archaeologist. You told your parents that. Seriously. Well, he knew enough about the world to probably swing such. He had no issue walking right up to them and starting a conversation. Obviously comfortable, he is the only other human here. Held excellent conversations with them about his adventures and their childhoods, your childhood, what you were like in your youth. Inquisitive. Charming.

Your parents find him odd but in a pleasant way. Talks to them more than most but a little less than Lucifer. Offers your father his card, which is fake, but still has a number to reach him. This was regarding if you ever had an issue and didn’t tell him about it. Tells them to leave a message, and his assistant would get a hold of him instantly. Parent approval rating is super high with this crafty sorcerer.

The children are similar. He spends time with the three of you and performs sleight of hand tricks for them. You’ve seen them before, but your siblings are instantly crazy about him. They beg him to do a show. He actually wavers and agrees, asking Asmo to assist him.

Before the show, he pulls you aside and hands you a red rose. He kisses your cheek and tells you he’s grateful to have an experience he hasn’t had in several years. He doesn’t specify what experience it is, but your mother definitely teases you about your not-so-secret admirer during the show. Just an ancient human charming the fuck out of your family and… well, you.

Spends very little time talking to your parents. Not because he doesn’t want to talk to them. No, he was quite busy keeping things in order for the party. You introduce him as the amazing assistant, foundation, and dedicated person that keeps everything with the exchange program in order. Blushes and accepts the showering compliments from you and your parents.

Your parents never go without a drink. He’s on it. He also is quite aware of the schedule, possible hiccups, and ways to create a smooth transition. Definitely seen as the most responsible of the group. Your mother offers twice to help him, but he politely refuses with a small bow. Charmed. Both your parents find him conservatively kind.

The children were another story entirely. Both believed from the beginning that he was a robot. It wasn’t until they tried to spill water on his shoes to see if he sparked that he acknowledged their ploy. Sparks did indeed fly from his fingers as he ducks down to them with a small smile. You stifle your laugh as he tells them not to say a word… probably scaring the bejeebus out of them.

When you enter the kitchen before dinner to check on things, he pulls you aside. He compliments you on your attire, your family, and your demeanor. Ending the conversation with a kiss on your hand, causing a blush to land on your face. With that, he continues preparing plates but does so with the hint of a smile and generally more enjoyment.

He must have studied with Lucifer a long time. Enter prince charming. He speaks to your parents with just the right amount of polite and genuine nature that he usually carries, but less rambunctious. You could almost see him keeping composure and trying to impress them (?) Well, it definitely wasn’t expected.

Your parents definitely enjoy his conversations about the exchange and how excellent their child represented their family. He compliments them on their rearing of you and how you’ve impressed him since the beginning. When you were a distance away, he not so slyly asks your father how he feels about you courting. (Courting, such an aged world, haha.)

Your siblings absolutely love how excitable he is. They teach him tons of little games and eventually drag him into the pool with them and Mammon. The games were ridiculous, loud, and fun. However, you being pulled into the water wasn’t in your plan. He laughs at your surprise and promises he brought you a change of clothes. Obviously, he plans ahead, likely due to Barbatos. Your siblings call him Dia, and he is so excited to have a nickname from them. He is glowing!

After you change into the pretty outfit he brought you, he pulls you aside before rejoining the party. He confesses how wonderful it is to meet your family and hopes you’d be interested in doing this more often. Maybe next time he could come with just you and visit them? Just for a simple dinner? Just the two of you, what do you think?

#om! headcanons #obey me headcanons #om! hcs #om! fluff #obey me humor #obey me fandom #obey me mc #obey me dateables #om! simeon #om! luke #om! solomon #om! barbatos #om! diavolo #obey me demons #obey me angels #obey me sorcerer

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pokesaurio · 4 years ago

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I find it hard to believe that New Amsterdam has such little fanfiction. It’s a great show! So I decided to write something for the Leyren ship (which I would usually never do) to fix this! Hope you enjoy :)

Summary: How the Dam Fam finds out about Lauren’s new roommate.

Helen:

“So, naturally, you offered her to live with you” said Helen sarcastically, incredulous at Lauren’s out of character decision.

“Well, yes, she has become my friend after all, and I couldn’t let her alone in the streets”, replied Lauren matter-of-factly.

“Hmm. And how’s it going?” Helen rose an eyebrow suspiciously.

“It’s...” Lauren let out a small sigh, “It’s effortless, really. I feel like she’s always been there”. The “which scares me” was left unsaid.

Helen patiently waited until Lauren disclosed more, knowing her friend usually needed more time to open up.

“Well, except for the massive tree in the middle of the living room. Which I don’t dislike, but...”

“What?!” This got Helen’s attention. Since when was Bloom known to decorate her apartments, let alone let another person do so... with living things?!

“Well, she bought a tree, said it reminded her of home. But apparently it was smaller in the picture, so now I have a full-blown tree in my living room. And I think I like it” that last part she muttered softly.

Helen let out a small, genuine smile, amused but also proud of her friend. “That looks like progress. You haven’t yet snapped her head off for touching your space, so I’d say that’s a point for Lauren’s intimate relationships”.

“Pfft. It’s not very intimate if I still don’t know about her. I have tried to learn what she likes, but she still won’t really tell me about herself. It’s a little frustrating really” Lauren let out an adorable pout.

“Well, give her time. She is living in a stranger’s house after all, in a new country and with probably no other connections or friendships here. I can’t imagine she trusts people easily” said Helen patiently.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mama Bear is at it again. Free advice for all!” Lauren laughed.

Helen snorted. “Well, it’s taken me nowhere with Mina. Still don’t know how this motherly figure thing works, sadly” she stated defeatedly.

“Oh, come on! You’re doing great! She’s slowly respecting her school timetable and your curfews more, right? And she hasn’t put a massive tree in your living room. That has to count for something” said Lauren, pointing her finger at Helen as she walked towards her ED. “You’ve got this!” and she gave Helen her best thumbs up and exaggerated smile.

Casey:

Lauren haphazardly threw her stuff into her backpack and went for the door, ready to call it a day and head back home.

“Lauren, you’re rushing out” Casey said suspiciously as he entered the locker room. “I assume this means you’re gonna continue smuggling your friend here? Cause if it does, you should know you are risking even more than before. If they catch you again...”

“No, Casey, it’s not like that” Lauren stated. “Don’t worry, she won’t be coming back here”.

“So that means... you let her go? Do you know where she is?” said Casey, now concerned about Leyla’s wellbeing.

“She’s actually... living with me?” said Lauren, the last part coming out in a rush and higher pitch.

“What?” asked Casey, wide-eyed. “Lauren, she- what?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t leave her on the streets, and I figured since I’m never home it couldn’t hurt to give her my spare room” justified Lauren to what seemed like Casey and herself.

“Okay, Lauren, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, you are risking a lot for this stranger. Please be careful” said Casey, though not unkindly. He was just worried about his friend.

“But that’s just it, Casey. She’s not a stranger, not anymore, and I would have done the same for any one of you. I protect my people” said Lauren, now sounding much more convinced.

“Well, if you’re happy with your decision, I can only congratulate you. You finally have a friend outside of work!” he added with a smile, teasing Lauren.

Lauren swatted his arm playfully. “I forgot, Mr Popular here knows most of New York. And I might have one friend, but it’s a hard one” she said, giving him the finger.

“Okay, okay!” Casey laughed, raising his arms defensively. “You win. But Lauren” he said softly “I am happy for you. Just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing”.

“Thanks” said Lauren with a smile, squeezing his arm lightly as she left.

Lauren:

She did know what she was doing. Right. Right? It wasn’t like Leyla was a random stranger, not anymore, and she liked her enough that living together had been smooth sailing so far. So why did she find herself overthinking everything when it came to Leyla?

“Get your shit together, Lauren” she chanted to herself. She was driving home, her palms sweating slightly, but still excited to get there. She had been rushing out a lot lately. The memory of Leyla’s soft smile as she held her hand, fingers interlocking and fitting perfectly as they stared at the tree and Lauren’s want, need to be close, oh so close, a compass searching North. She couldn’t wait to get home to Leyla’s sarcasm, Leyla’s dinners, Leyla’s subtle presence in her apartment and life that made it theirs.

Without noticing, Lauren had been smiling like an idiot for at least half an hour, and she had arrived to her portal. She got out of the car and went for the stairs, taking twice at a time. But as she opened the door, a wave of disappointment washed over her. Leyla wasn’t home, had probably had to take a DriverTime client, and suddenly the apartment felt empty and cold again. Lauren couldn’t understand how she had lived like this for so long before.

But then a thought sprung to mind. Leyla had waited for her every day for the past week, staying up and meeting her with a fabulous home-cooked dinner after work. The least she could do was reciprocate, so Lauren got ready to prepare a mindblowing meal or die trying. Cooking had never been her strong suit, but she figured it couldn’t be too hard.

She remembered Leyla mentioning she deeply missed Pakistani cuisine, and how she had been disgusted by Lauren suggesting she try a Pakistani restaurant around the corner. “You Americans think you can serve a random dish and rebrand an entire culture. That place is not Pakistani”, she had stated. So Lauren had asked, and she had learned, how Nihari reminded her of late night dinners at home and Lassi was her all-time favourite beverage. And so she had a single thought in mind; today she was making the best Pakistani dinner for Leyla.

As she set out to spice the assortion of different meets, she re-entered her previous reverie. She knew Leyla would love this, even if Lauren was probably going to ruin the recipe and tarnish the Pakistani name. But Leyla would smile sweetly, as she did every time Lauren remembered a small detail about her and did her best to make her feel like home, and she would be grateful. Lauren could not wait until she came back, excited to see that look on her face that said “no one’s ever cared for me like this, and I’m glad you’re the first one”.

Slow-cooking the meat into a stew proved difficult, and mixing the yoghurt, water, spices and fruit for the Lassi had Lauren seriously questioning her cooking skills. But all in all, after about an hour she decided she had done a pretty good job. She set out to dress the table, going as far as opening a good red wine and placing a candle. She didn’t want to overdo it, but thought Leyla would decidedly not mind and find her efforts cute. Lauren was struck by the inclusion of “cute” into her vocabulary, could not remember when she had cared about someone’s reaction this much, and decided damn Leyla and her faint smiles had softened her. She couldn’t bring herself to care, though.

And just like clockwork, as soon as Lauren set the last plate with the fine-looking Nihari on the table, Leyla entered the apartment.

“Honey, I’m home!” she shouted jokingly in her beautiful accent.

“Hey! How was work? Any frat boys I should beat up?” said Lauren smiling.

“No frat boys, thankfully. Just an old lady telling me about her grandson. I must have seen like 30 photos of him, and let me tell you, no one can convince me babies are cute. They’re bald!” Leyla proclaimed, dignified.

Lauren snorted. “Of course you would befriend a grandma and have her show you her family. It must be your cranky charm” replied Lauren teasingly.

“You would be surprised. I cause sensation amongst octogenarians” said Leyla amusedly. As she caught the smell of cooked meat, she looked at Lauren, surprised. “You cooked? You? Is MY tree burnt down?” she joked.

“I’ll let you know, OUR tree is intact and very much still alive. And don’t you dare take away my custody, I love him like my own son too!” said Lauren in mock dignification. “I did cook, and I hope you like it” she continued, now softly. She met Leyla’s eye, hope and wonder sparkling bilaterally.

Leyla approached the table, repressing a squeel of excitement at the site of her favourite foods. “Lauren! You shouldn’t have! How did you even-?” and as she turned around to look at Lauren, the intensity in her eyes stunned her. The amount of care and adoration was palpable there, and it was enough to overwhelm her.

“Thank you”, she said in a small voice.

“I thought you deserved something special. You know, for cooking horrible meals every day” Leyla approached her slowly, still with eyes locked in an intense duel. “You would think as a doctor my main threat of illness would come from my patients, but you make a hard run for it” another step closer. “And besides, knowing my cooking skills it’s probably very bad. So we’re even” she continued rambling. Leyla finally took the final step towards Lauren, cupping her cheek and forcing her to shut up.

“You talk too much”, she said, resting on her tiptoes slightly to reach for her cheek and place a soft kiss there. “Thank you, truly”.

Lauren stood there, transfixed and unable to utter words. “Y-Yeah. It’s... nothing, really” she managed to muster.

Leyla tried to fight off a smile at Lauren’s awkwardness. During the course of her stay at Lauren’s- their- apatment, she had been quick to discover that she could turn Lauren, the hard-assed doctor and witty friend, into a rambling mess with well placed silences and touches. And naturally, she had immediately taken a liking to doing so as often as possible.

She turned around and sat at the table, staring down at her food and trying not to show her satisfaction at the amount of time it took Lauren to recompose herself and sit with her. She let Lauren pour some wine for herself, seeing as she didn’t look too enthused with the Lassi, and tried the Nihari. And, oh god, it certainly wasn’t like the one she enjoyed back home, but Lauren had undoubtedly achieved something here. Leyla couldn’t stop a moan from escaping her lips.

Lauren sat across from her, lips parted, staring at her like she was the only thing in the world. Her eyes slowly trailed to her lips, and Leyla thought she might burst if she didn’t break the moment soon. “Lauren, it’s- it’s perfect” said Leyla, and she meant it. It might not be like the one back home, but Lauren had managed to capture a new flavour, to redefine the very meaning home. She could get used to this.

Lauren looked back up at her, smile back in place. “Really? That’s new” she said, satisfied and proud of her achievement.

As they ate in silence, Lauren realised two things. One, she was definitely falling in love with Leyla Shinwari. And two, while Leyla had been her roommate for a few weeks already, it was only now that she felt like they were actually _living_ together... building a home.

Iggy:

“Hey, Iggs! I haven’t caught up with you in a while! How’s everything going?” asked Lauren as she entered Iggy’s office, taking the sofa and sprawling out on it.

Iggy stopped flicking through his charts, immediately knowing something was up. He could tell Lauren was properly glowing, but knew he would have to let this play out if he wanted to get any information out of his friend.

“Lauren! It’s great to see you. I’ve been great. I went to see a nutritionist, and I’ve been trying to join some virtual support groups for people with eating disorders. I still have a long road ahead of me, and I have to put in the work, but thanks for calling me out on my bullshit. Truly” he said sincerely.

Lauren perked up even more, rising to her feet and reaching around Iggy’s desk to hug him. “Iggy! That’s great! I’m so glad to hear it, and I’m so proud of you. And hey, you called me out on my bullshit when I was using, so it was only fair I did the same” she smiled.

Iggy returned her smile, glad to see that both of them were making amends and working to improve their lives.

He rose up to start walking to his next consult, not wanting this conversation to end but really needing to get there on time. After Lauren followed him along, curiosity finally got the best of him. “Okay, I have to ask... What’s gotten into you? You look like you just got to perform one of your supper cool surgeries or something. Anything new?” he asked.

“Well, I’m doing well” she said as they strolled down New Amsterdam’s corridors. Iggy waited patiently, letting Lauren open up at her own speed. “And... and I got a roommate!”

Iggy frowned, perplexed. He knew Lauren, knew how much she valued her space and how closed-off she could be, so he couldn’t fathom why getting a roommate would be something she’d want to do, let alone be the cause of her exuberant joy. “Wha... How?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a long story, really. She came in with a patient, and kind of guessed what was wrong with her, but it turned out it wasn’t a guess, cause she’s really a doctor, but obviously I didn’t know that” she started rambling, with Iggy finding it hard to follow along.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down” he said, though he was glad to see Lauren so excited about something.

“Yeah, sorry. Basically, she pulled off a successful needle decompression in my ED, which I now admit was pretty cool, I called security, she had no place to stay, used the hospital closet for a while... And now she’s living with me” finished Lauren, looking way too satisfied by her explanation.

“She... You... What?!” asked Iggy, dumbfounded.

“Yeah... She’s kind of a lot. In the good way” said Lauren, and it was clear to Iggy by now that she was positively smitten. At this new information, he changed tactics.

“Wow, Lauren, that’s a huge step! I’m happy for you, and so proud. I’d love to meet her sometime” he said.

“Yeah! That’d be great! I’m sure you’d love her, once you get past her cranky façade. You two would totally get along” replied Lauren excitedly.

Iggy knew how possessive Lauren was of her space, knew how much it meant for her to have friends meet even if she may not do it consciously. The fact that she was agreeing to let him meet her meant he was right; Lauren was smitten beyond recognition.

“Great! And what’s it like, living with this...” he trailed off, hoping to get a name out of Lauren for once.

“Leyla! It’s great. Yesterday I cooked her some Pakistani dinner, cause she missed it from back home, and then we watched a comedy and watered our big-ass tree. Don’t ask. It’s like she’s lived with me all along” she finished bashfully.

And Iggy had to assume Lauren knew how this sounded, how many lesbian stereotypes she was ticking off. So he replied, amusedly, “Tell me, Lauren, does this Leyla know you two are dating?” he said, a mischiveous twinkle in his eye.

Lauren stopped abruptly in the corridor, a horrified look on her face. Iggy repressed a laugh, was thrilled by Lauren’s new baby-gay side. He turned around to look at her, saw her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as she searched for a reply, but continued walking backwards. “Wait... do you?” he asked, now enjoying Lauren’s alarmed look. He turned around a corner, leaving a dumbfounded Lauren behind, and shouted, “Good luck!”

#leyren #lauren bloom #leyla shinwari #lauren x leyla #manifesting bi bloom #five stars #bloomwari

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you, you, you. han jisung

note: she’s done,, she’s finally done when i tell you i’m crying but as always she’s not very good lol

is mc a stoner?? probably

description: as class president, jisung should probably care about the skateboard you have with you in class, but he doesn’t. why? because he’s very much in love with you

warnings: h jisung breaks an arm, hospital visits, skateboarding

wc: 6.5k new record omg

one.

as the class president, jisung should care about the skateboard you always had with you, and placed under your desk during class. but he didn’t. in fact, you could probably throw all the desks and chairs out of the windows, and he wouldn’t find any problem in it.

all his friends knew it, and boy, oh boy, did they make fun of him. out of everybody at the school, he had to be in love with you; a history and science genius, skater, who only hung out with your 5 friends.

he couldn’t help it, though. the combination of your charming personality, brain, and skateboarding skills — all of it made him weak in the knees. (not to mention he found you insanely attractive, especially when you rode your board.)

you were friends. kinda. not really. you knew him and he knew much about you. the two of you never talked outside of good morning’s and if you had a question about homework or an event, something jisung was relatively sad about.

jisung remembers the day he began crushing on you. he remembers it clearly. like it happened no longer than 10 minutes ago. he remembers seeing you skate slowly besides ryujin as she walked. one of your hands on her shoulder, letting her make you roll along, the other holding a cup from a local coffee shop. he remembers seeing you laugh as ryujin made big motions with her hands as she babbled on about something. seeing you in that moment made something inside him click and before he could register or stop it, he developed a crush. a crush that eventually turned into something deeper.

“god, you really just find the bare minimum attractive,” seungmin came up to the table his best friend was sat at, with a judging face.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” jisung moved his head from it’s resting spot on his hand and made eye contact with his friend.

“i’m talking about you being in love with a junkie,”

oh yeah, someone once started a rumor that you and your friends were junkies and did drugs behind the school. jisung never believed them and did his best to shot them down whenever he heard it, “(name) is not a junkie,” he huffed.

seungmin rolled his eyes, “if you say so,”

jisung shot his friend a look, but didn’t get to say anything before a certain cat like person eagerly sat down next to seungmin, “what are we talking about?” felix asked, beaming with his usual happiness.

“jisung being in love with a junkie,” seungmin answered, smiling at his friend.

“(name) is not a junkie,” jisung repeated, throwing his hands out to emphasize his words. his eyes drifted from his friends to you and your friends sitting in the back of the library, laughing. his eyes fell to under the table, where you usually kept your board when you had it with you. it wasn’t there, and it made him furrow his eyebrows.

“he’s doing it again. observing a junkie who’s in love with their skateboard,” seungmin spoke like he was a commentator on a nature documentary, making felix giggle and jisung roll his eyes with a smile.

“shut up, kim,”

“hmm,” seungmin pretended to think about jisung’s words, “you know, i don’t think i will,”

rolling his eyes, jisung couldn’t help but breath out a laugh, as felix giggled again, “you’re so stupid,”

“at least i’m not in love with someone i’ve never had a conversation with,”

“low blow,” felix gasped dramatically, whereas jisung rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his homework.

after finally getting felix to concentrate on his work, silence fell over the three. but jisung still couldn't help himself; he kept stealing glances at you and your friends — though, mostly you. you just looked so beautiful with your head thrown back as you laughed at yuna and lia’s bickering. he let out a quiet sigh as he rested his head on his hand again, eyes directed to your figure.

seungmin noticed his friend’s staring, “the bare minimum,” he whispered, grinning when jisung reached over the table to hit him on the arm.

“shut up,”

“why don’t you just talk to them?” felix asked innocently, happy he could stop studying for the time being.

jisung leaned defeated back in the chair, his eyes drifting to you again, “they won’t like me,”

seungmin and felix shared a look. seungmin sighed deeply. he and jisung were close; they told each other most things — that included crushes, and to say jisung talked about you would be an understatement; he always found a way to bring you up in a conversation. it frustrated seungmin to no end, if he was being honest.

“jisung,” the youngest of the three began, only continuing when he knew jisung’s attention was on him, “you’re a great guy. you’re funny, smart, not ugly, passionate, and so much more, and if (name) doesn't like you it’s their loss,” he spoke honestly.

jisung was at a loss for words and so was felix. seungmin. kim seungmin just said something sweet that wasn’t sarcastic.

seungmin’s face flushed red, looking down into his english textbook, “stop looking at me like that,”

jisung snapped out of his daze and reached over the table again, grabbing seungmin’s hand, “thank you, min, i needed that,” jisung mirrored the smile that broke out on seungmin’s face.

“why do you never say stuff like that to me?” felix suddenly whined, holding onto seungmin’s arm, pouting when the other two laughed.

two.

“hey class pres!”

jisung stopped dead in his tracks. he knew that voice. your voice. he turned around to see you half jogging to catch up to him, “hi, (name),” he smiled awkwardly. much like seungmin said, he had never had a conversation with you, so he had no idea how to carry or present himself to you.

you smiled to him, smoothing out your white uniform shirt, “class pres,”

praying you didn’t notice how he was following your movement, he gulped, “uh, so, what-what do you want?”

“uhm, well,” you scratched your arm, “i need your help with…something,”

“with what?” jisung was suspicious.

“uh, well, mr. choi took my skateboard and i need it back,”

“and you need me for that?”

“you have keys to the teachers offices?”

jisung squinted his eyes at you, ��yes?” he said carefully, although it sounded more like a question. his eyes widened when it hit him what you alluded, “i can't do that!”

“please, class pres, it’s only gonna take five minutes max,”

covered in disbelief, jisung looked at you gaping, “i could lose my status!” his eyes were wide, “i've worked hard to become class president and a member of the student council!”

there was a strict policy about how no students were allowed in the teacher's lounge without a teacher, and jisung was not about to break it.

widening your eyes and clapping your hands together, you made eye contact with the boy in front of you, “please, i’ll pay you back, i promise,”

jisung gulped; your pleading made him feel a lot of things. he stared into your eyes, getting lost in them, “i’ll help,” he muttered before he could stop himself, “but if we get caught, you’re taking the blame,” his heart melted when you nodded enthusiastically — you were so cute.

motioning for you to follow him, jisung tried not to show his red cheeks. he probably shouldn’t have been so nervous about simply walking with you, but this was the closest he had ever been to you. he tried not to notice how your hands occasionally brushed against each other, to no avail; everytime it happened, everytime your fingers brushed against his, he felt like his hand was on fire. in a good way.

definitely in a good way.

as you approached the door to the teachers lounge, jisung felt more and more tense — he didn’t even want to think about the amount of trouble he could get in. he would get months worth of detention, his friends were all gonna leave him after he got kicked from the council, his reputation was gonna go down the drain, he was gonna lose everything, they were gonna kick him out of the school-

“aren’t you gonna unlock it?” you asked, standing a behind your class president

jisung blinked blankly at the door, “sorry,” he mumbled, hands fumbling with the keyring he had been trusted with when he became apart of the student council, “i’m just nervous,”

“i can tell,”

jisung could tell you were smiling.

“i can do it if you don’t want to,” you offered, licking your lips; they were really dry.

“no, no, i can do it,” jisung finally unlocked the door, softly opening, sticking his head in to see if anybody was there, “it’s empty. be quick,”

nodding, you went past him and into the empty room, eyes darting around the room, searching for one of your most prized possessions, “there,” you whispered, eyes landing on the colorful skateboard. it was on the top of a tall shelf — you needed a chair to reach it, and the only chairs in the room were spinning chairs.

jisung, on the other hand, was starting to shake. this was too much for his nervous heart to handle. his eyes became comically large at the sound of footsteps nearing the corner. only teachers came down here, so the chances it was just another student was slim.

telling you someone was coming would only alert the teacher someone was there and that would only result in something that would make jisung feel bad. in the midst of his panic, he peeked into the room to see you trying to balance on a chair, that only added onto his panic.

he quickly shut the door and tried to look normal, as the person rounded the corner. it was a teacher, the english teacher to be exact. she was known for being overly strict and just straight up mean.

“hi mrs. lee, how are you?” he chuckled nervously.

she eyed him suspiciously, “han jisung, what are you doing down here? you know you’re not supposed to be here,”

you were leaning against the door, skateboard in hand and a new scratch on your knee, “c’mon, class pres, say something,” you pleaded in a whisper.

as if jisung heard you, he came back to his sense, “well, mrs. lee, i’m looking for ms. han, but it seems like she’s not here,” jisung tried his best to look genuine, and apparently it worked, for mrs. lee hummed and nodded, before walking over to the war wore, grabbing her jacket. shooting the student one last doubtful look, she left around the same corner she came from.

jisung tiptoed after her, making sure she walked away. when there was no sight of her, he let out a deep sigh of relief.

but his relief didn’t last long, before the realization that he just lied to a teacher kicked in, “oh my god,”

walking out of the teachers lounge with a grin on your face, you went over to the boy looked like he had just seen a ghost.

“you good, dude?”

jisung was bewildered as he looked at you, “i just lied to a teacher,”

“yeah, and it was a solid one,”

“i just..lied to a teacher,”

you rolled your eyes but smiled, putting your skateboard on the ground, making sure it was stil before putting both your hands on jisung’s shoulders, “it’s okay,” you shook him gently, “you did great — no harm done,”

jisung finally looked at you; though he felt terrible he broke the rules, the smile on your face was enough to lessen the guilt. the perfume you were wearing was intoxicating to him.

“thank you for the help, class pres. you’re pretty cool,” you removed your hands from his shoulder to pick up your skateboard, with a small smirk on your face, “we should hang out sometime. i’ll see you around,”

astonished, jisung stood still, not saying anything. at least not before you were almost around the corner, “you can just call me jisung, you know,” he called after you.

barely turning around, you said loud enough so he could hear you, “i prefer class pres,” with that you rounded the corner and left jisung alone.

putting a hand over his heart, jisung was breathing heavy, “what the fuck,” he mumbled, before fishing his phone out of his pocket to text seungmin about where he was so he could tell him about what the fuck just happened.

“by the lake behind the school” seungmin responded within two minutes, and jisung was on his way.

“kim seungmin, kim seungmin, kim seungmin, kim seungmin,” jisung repeated to himself, as he approached the younger, who was doing homework at a table, “kim seungmin, kim seungmin, kim seungmin, kim seungmin,”

“shut up, would you,”

ignoring seungmin’s words, jisung threw himself onto his friend, resulting in seungmin making a line across his notes, “jisung!”

“guess what?” jisung ignored seungmin’s words once again in favor for himself.

“what?” seungmin glared at the other, not that he noticed.

jisung’s eyes were wide and his hands were moving around animatedly as he told seungmin what happened in great detail. when he was done, seungmin’s eyes were as wide as jisung’s

“you what?”

jisung sat up straight, “i know,”

“you what?!”

“i know!”

“so- wait, you helped (name) get their skateboard back by sneaking into the teachers lounge and then you lied to mrs lee and then (name) said you were cool and that you should hang out,”

jisung thought it over, “yeah, that’s about it,”

“dude!” seungmin was amazed, but he didn’t know wether it was the good kind or the bad kind, “that’s great! — i mean, not the part where you broke into the teachers lounge and lied to mrs. lee — but you talked to (name)!”

“they’re so,” jisung let out a dreamy sigh — seungmin faked a gag.

“you’re so in love, it’s disgusting,”

“you’re so mean, i’m not,” jisung huffed, looking out over the open field, made of grass and asphalt. students were scattered around doing their own thing, including you and your friends, who were laughing and talking, while walking — you skating — across the asphalt to get to the street.

you noticed jisung and waved, to which he turned bright red and waved back.

“gross,” seungmin commented with an eye roll.

“shut up, kim,”

three.

walking with his hands in his pockets, jisung kicked a few rocks out of his way. the hood of his hoodie was up so his slightly greasy and messy hair wouldn’t been seen; he hadn’t bothered taking a shower before leaving, only giving himself a quick wash in the sink. the black sweatpants he was wearing hadn’t been washed in an embarrassing amount of time and the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath the hoodie was picked up from the floor he hadn’t vacuumed in way too long. but it didn’t matter to him; it wasn’t like he was going somewhere special, just to the movie theater to watch a movie by himself, so he didn’t bother making something out of himself today.

but he regretted it deeply when he saw a familiar white sweatshirt and colored skateboard. what were you doing here?! and why today when he looked like literal trash?! “what the fuck! fuck no, fuck no, fuck no,” jisung was cursing himself, while trying to hide himself by pulling his hood further down his face. he prayed to whatever gods were up there, you wouldn’t see him, and if you did, he hoped you wouldn’t recognize him. unfortunately his prayers went unheard, as you saw him just before he took the first step into the theater.

“class pres?”

he visibly cringed, turning around, “hi (name),” he singsonged awkwardly.

you quickly caught up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “class pres,” you grinned, and jisung took notice of how happy you looked, he also took notice of how you held your skateboard. he especially noticed your hands — the veins adorning your them and how long your fingers were (okay, maybe he had a hand kink, like hyunjin once said).

“what movie are you watching?”

jisung’s eyes snapped to yours, his cheeks reddening. he cleared his throat, “uh oh, just- just one of the reruns,” he hoped he didn’t sound as awkward as he felt.

you hummed, “wanna watch one together?”

if jisung’s face wasn’t red before, it was now. his eyes widened, “uh- s-sure,”

you smiled and walked into the theater, one hand gripping jisung’s wrist, the other holding your board.

jisung thought he was going to explode at the skin contact. this was the first time you ever touched him. it was the first time he was close enough to touch you actually. he knew you were a touchy person, having seen you doing a lot of skinship with your friends and simple acquaintances.

he was brought out of his thoughts when he heard you speak to the teenager behind the counter, and was about to protest you paying for both your tickets when you turned to him, handing him his, “i could pay my own ticket, you know,” he mumbled, but you heard him clearly.

“think of this as a thank you for breaking the rules with me,” you smiled, before dragging him with you to the snacks and soda, where jisung paid. you tried to stop him, but quickly found out jisung could be stubborn when he wanted to.

“you didn’t have to pay everything,”

jisung was almost sure you were pouting, but you were walking behind him so he couldn’t see, “but you paid for my ticket,” he smiled, sitting down on one of the chairs, you next to him.

he was right — you were pouting, and god, you were adorable. he cooed internally and had to refrain himself from pinching your cheek. he settled for a small grin before leaning back into his seat.

the movie wasn’t as good as jisung remembered; the animation was terrible and the voices were weird, and it seemed you thought the same thing, because the second you stepped outside the theater both of you burst into laughter.

“that was awful,”

“right!” you grinned, dropping your skateboard on the ground, putting a foot on it, “i don’t remember it being that bad,”

jisung smiled brightly to you, feeling like he might explode if you looked any better.

“do you wanna hang out?” you licked your lips as you asked.

jisung froze slightly, your words flowing around his head. you asked him if he wanted to hang out. you asked him. you were so much cooler than he could ever be, why did you want to hang out with him?

“uh, we don’t have to,” you said after not getting an answer, “i'll just see you monday, class pres,”

jisung, you idiot, say something! “wait! no, i- yeah, we can hang out. sorry, i zoned out,” jisung was sure if you smiled any brighter he would go blind.

“great! where do you wanna go?”

you ended up getting streetfood — sharing a small serving of tteokbokki by the mall close to the theater, “i could’ve paid,” jisung pouted when you placed the tteokbokki between the two of you on the bench, sticking his tongue out at you when you did it to him.

you handed him a pair of wooden chopsticks, grinning, “you should’ve been faster then,”

after throwing you a non-threatening glare, the two of you ate and talked. the conversation was natural and not awkward at all (despite jisung stumbling over his words constantly).

jisung’s heart was beating fast. the entire situation was surreal for him. he had been crushing on you for ages, and now, here he was, eating street food with you after watching a movie. wasn’t that basically a date? jisung wasn’t sure, but it sure did seem like it. his heart sped up as he looked at you. you looked so contect, sitting there with him, eating — slightly — overpriced tteokbokki.

the sun was framing you beautifully, highlighting your face. his eyes directed to your lips, just as you stuck your tongue out to lick them, removing some sauce.though he tried to look away, he couldn't help it. he wanted to lean in and kiss you, press his lips against yours in a soft manner. subconsciously, he licked his lips as he stared at yours.

“jisung?” you waved your hand in front of his face, with a cheeky smile, “is anyone there?”

“huh? yeah- yeah! me- i’m here,” he stumbled over his words. his face heated up. why was he like this?! he hid his face in his hands when you giggled, face heating up.

“you’re adorable,”

jisung’s face to even hotter at your words, and he let out a whine, “shut up. you’re making me all,” he made a strangled noise, making you laugh — jisung could physically feel himself fall more in love with you at the sound. your laugh was lovely.

you were lovely.

his breath hitched when you cooed at his cuteness; this was too much for his fragile heart to handle, “stop it,” he whined. his whining didn’t do anything other than make you tease him even more.

when you had leaned back again after getting done teasing him, you ate the last few pieces of tteokbokki, while jisung checked his phone, “it’s getting late,”

using your sleeve to remove some sauce, you asked, “what time is it?”

“almost eight,”

“shit,” you muttered, getting up from the bench, “i have to get home. i’ll see you tomorrow, class pres,”

“why do you always call me class pres? you can just call me by my name...please,”

you smiled softly, rolling your eyes, “okay, han jisung. i’ll see you tomorrow,”

jisung watched you skate away with a pounding heart; you called him han! he let out a dreamy sigh, leaning back on the bench, hands over his face. he was happy, oh so happy — you had hung out! he, han jisung, hung out with you, his crush since forever! and if he had been reading the signs correctly, you liked being out with him. pride filled his chest; he had made you laugh a lot, and the sound was music to his ears.

“jisung!”

a deep familiar voice ripped jisung from his thoughts, “felix?”

felix sat down right next to jisung (almost on him, but jisung didn’t say anything), “what are you doing here? i thought you said you were going to the movies,”

jisung smiled at how cute his friend was — felix’s doe eyes on full display for him, “i did,”

“then why are you here?”

“i met (name),” jisung in took a sharp breath, as a bright smile grew on the youngers face, “we saw a movie together and went here afterwards,”

“that’s great, sung!”

“felix!” hyunjin called out when he finally saw his friend, “don’t run from me,” he huffed, sitting down beside to felix, “hey sung,”

jisung smiled at the taller, “hi,”

“jisung was with (name)!” felix told hyunjin excitedly, eyes sparkling.

“(name)? (name) (full name) (name)?”

jisung’s face got hot for the nth time that day, “yes,”

“dude! that’s great!”

“yeah,” jisung muttered, warmth filling his chest. it was great, really great.

four.

from (name) <3: come outside

from (name) <3: n wear long pants

from (name) <3: or don't,, that's up to you but we're gonna skate so u probably should

jisung rubbed his eyes with the ball his hands, before reading the texts again — you wanted to hang out with him again? after the fiasco that was your last time spending time together?

you had went home with a shirt drenched in coke because jisung dropped the bottle and then opened it right after, already forgotten he dropped it. he cringed at the memory.

panic was filled him. what should he do?! a light bulb went off over his head — kim seungmin. jisung’s fingers quickly tapped through his phone and found seungmin’s number, calling him. he bit his lower lip as he waiting impatiently for seungmin to pick up.

“what do you want?”seungmin sounded nothing less of annoyed as he answered his phone, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep.

“(name) wants to hang out!”

“okay? and? what’s the problem?”

“what’s the pr- dude! i can’t!”

“then don’t,” seungmin was tired.

“no, i want to,”

“then do it,”

jisung groaned, “you’re not much help, you know,”

“don’t care, break a leg,” seungmin hung up the phone right after, leaving jisung moping. jisung moves the phone from his ear and looked at it in shock.

from (name) <3: hurry!!!!!!

shaking seungmin’s hang up off him, jisung hurriedly threw on clothes — hopefully they were clean — and ran to the bathroom to make himself look presentable. water ended up all over the counter when jisung wet his face, “sorry mom,” he muttered, cringing at all the water, before making a run for it to the front door, shouting a quick “bye” to anyone in the house.

the bright midday summer sun made everything bright, making jisung temporarily blind. when he could see again, he saw you resting on the sidewalk across from his home, rolling your skateboard with your shoe covered feet, eyes closed whilst you enjoyed the warmth of the sun. to jisung, the sight was ethereal — you were practically glowing.

“(name),” he called out when the sound of a bird tore him away from his thoughts.

“han! you came,” you smiled, standing up and did the few meters of skating to get to him.

“of course i came, you told me to,” he blushed, taking a step back at the closeness.

“oh?” you raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile finding its way onto your face, “you like being told what to do?”

is jisung was red before, he was sure was now; his face looking something like a brand new fire hydrant, “i-i don-don’t- what? no- no! i-“

“i’m kidding, han,” you grinned, watching him stammer — he was so cute, “let’s go,”

“uh, where are we going?”

grabbing his hand, you pulled him with you, your skateboard in hand, i’m gonna teach you how to skate,”

“what?- no, my- my balance is terrible,”

“i know; i’ve seen you trip over nothing multiple times,”

“you have?” jisung’s heart skipped a beat — you noticed him.

“of course i have, you’re quite popular, you know,”

“am i?” this was news to jisung.

“what do you mean “am i”!?” you stopped abruptly, making jisung bump into you, “you don’t know?”

“know what?” you were staring at him in awe, and jisung flustered to no end.

“you’re one of the most popular guys in our grade,”

a strangled noise came from the back of jisung’s throat in surprise and confusion. the sound made you laugh — oh, that heavenly sound jisung had become addicted to i just a few weeks.

“we’re here!”

jisung scanned the area; it was mostly empty, except from a few kids playing on the smaller ramps. this was good, it would save jisung from the embarrassment he was about to experience.

“it’s not that difficult,” you laughed, smile widening when jisung’s grip on your hands tightened, so he wouldn’t fall off, “relax your knees. you’re shaking,”

“stop making fun of me,” jisung said loudly, pouting while trying to balance on your skateboard. you were right, he was shaking. the muscles in his legs were

“i’m not!”

“you are!” he whined. this was a lot harder than you made it look like, and the fact that you were holding hands didn’t help in the slightest. jisung yelped loudly when the board disappeared from under him, landing flat on his butt.

“oh,” you gasped chuckling, walking over to help him up, “i told you to relax your knees,”

jisung grumbled, taking your hand and pulled himself up from the ground, “shut up, it hurt,” he rubbed the spot with a groan.

“sorry,” you said, still giggling, are you okay?”

while nodding, jisung couldn’t help but smile; you were so cute. he got onto the board when you asked if he wanted to try again, this time with relaxed knees. it went better, though he still didn’t dare to stand on his own, too afraid he would fall again.

after a few tries, he let go of your hands and stood on his own, arms out to each side, “i’m doing it!” he cheered, as your skateboard rolled on the concrete.

you laughed at his enthusiasm, “you are!”

jisung’s smile grew wider, while he slowly lowered his arms. he quickly found out that was a mistake, for before he knew it, the board disappeared under him and he landed on the ground, this time on his arm — he’s pretty sure he heard a crack.

the door opened, making you stand up. jisung walked out first, his mom following him closely. his arm was in a white cast; you winced. that was your fault, partly.

jisung’s mom ruffled his hair, said something to him, and gave you a smile when she walked out the front door to the hospital. he gave you a tight smile, while you approached him.

“you okay?”

“i mean,” he held up his casted arm with a small smile, “but yeah, i’m okay, it’s just my arm,”

“i’m sorry,” you apologized.

jisung furrowed his eyebrows, “for what?”

“i shouldn’t have let go of you,”

jisung could see how bad you felt — it made him sad, “i let go of you first, and besides,” he lifted his arm again, “i think it looks pretty cool,” a warm feeling spread in his chest when you smiled relieved.

“it does,” your eyes danced over his casted arm, “can i write something on it?”

“sure! wanna get out of here first, though?”

you nodded and left the building, jisung holding his casted arm.

a noise left you in distress when jisung tried to take a look at what you were writing, “don’t look!” you gripped the ink pencil harder.

jisung whined, “i wanna know what you’re writing,”

“and you will, when i’m done,” you huffed.

jisung sighed loudly and over dramatically, “fine,”

silence filled the air at the brick bridge you were sitting on, legs dangling over the water. a gentle breeze brushing up under yours and jisung’s clothes, giving both of you goosebumps. jisung’s eyes followed the running water as it ran under the bridge, while you were bend over, writing on jisung’s arm.

you leaned back up, “done!”

“i swear if you drew a dick-“

“i didn't,” you laughed, making him do the same. before his eyes could reach his cast, you covered it with your hand, “don’t read it yet,”

“why not?” jisung blinked.

“i don’t want to be here when you do,”

“why not?”

you raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging on your lips, “do you always repeat yourself?”

“not always,”

chuckling, you swung your legs over the bridge and jumped down, landing firmly on the pavement, “i’ll see you later, jisung,” you got onto your skateboard and rolled away in a slow speed, saluting to jisung when he call out a “get home safe” after you.

jisung did as you said and didn’t look until you were out of his sight. his own fingers were covering it, preventing him from getting an accidental peek at what you wrote. after you were out of his line of sight, he waited another five minutes, before removing his fingers.

“i like you a whole lot — we should date” with a heart beside it.

jisung’s breath hitched as his heart began pounding. he read the words you wrote over and over again, engraving them in his mind.

“i like you a whole lot — we should date”

he whispered the words to himself, tasting them. you liked him a whole lot and said you should date. the fear that this was a dream hit him, and he pinched the skin on his bicep with his uninjured hand, “ow,”

that hurt; this was not a dream. this was real life. holy shit. you wanted to date him! what the fuck?! you wanted to date him? jisung was a mess, a flustered mess as he sat alone on the brick bridge in the edge of town, legs hanging still over the water, a swarm of butterflies in his stomach.

five.

“just ask,”

“i can’t just ask,”

“yes, you can,” seungmin rolled his eyes and flicked jisung on the forehead, making said boy rub the spot and pout, “what’d you do that for?”

“you’re thinking too much,”

“am not,” the older mumbled, still rubbing the spot, soothing his pain.

“jisung, just ask,”

“what do i even say?! “hey, (name), i like you a lot, can i be your boyfriend?””

“yes,” seungmin said with a deadpan expression.

jisung blinked, “i can’t say that!” he whined, “that’s stupid,”

“you’re stupid,”

jisung’s gaze fell down to his casted arm. (“dude, when i said break a leg this isn’t what i meant,” seungmin had stressed after finding out about jisung’s broken arm.)

it had been three weeks since he broke it arm and had gotten it casted. it had also been three weeks since you told — wrote — jisung you liked him. it had been three weeks since jisung had talked to you. he didn’t mean to ignore you! actually, he had been wanting to talk to you during the time, but he had no idea what he would say, so he ended up not speaking with you at all. you probably thought he didn’t like you back and ignored you because he hated you or something. the thought of you being sad made him feel terrible, especially since it would be his fault.

jisung took in a sharp breath and walked into the classroom, seungmin behind him, rolling his eyes at how nervous jisung was. jisung had literally nothing to be nervous about — you had already confessed; jisung knew you liked him, why on earth was he still nervous? it made no sense in seungmin’s mind. if jisung just got it together and asked you out his problem would be solved.

seungmin dumped his backpack down onto the floor, as he sat in his seat. from where he was sat he had a clear view of both you and jisung, both of you looked sad, you more than him. seungmin shook his head; this was stupid, so utterly stupid.

class went by, but jisung weren’t paying attention in the slightest, his mind was filled with you — you and your sparkling eyes and pretty smile. he had sighed more than he could count during the lesson, attracting attention from almost everybody in the room, you included. when the bell rang, jisung didn’t move until seungmin came up behind him and nudged him on the shoulder.

“do it now,” seungmin vaguely pointed his head in your direction.

jisung bit his lip, “now?” he mumbled, looking at you while you were packing up your things. he sighed for the nth time when seungmin nodded sternly. he walked with slow steps, shoes never leaving the ground fully. when he stood in front of you he ran a hand through his hair, “(name), can i talk to you?”

yeji glared at him before you could do anything. you were sure she was going to throw hands if you didn’t stop her. putting a hand on her arm, you pulled her back, scolding her lightly, before turning to the male in front of you, “i guess,”

jisung licked his lips, feeling himself shrink under yeji’s glare, “alone, please,”

nodding, you nudged yeji on the arm, saying you’ll meet her in the cafeteria. she hesitated, but left with seungmin and the rest of the class. when all were gone, you spoke, “so...what do you wanna talk about?”

“i-” he in took a deep breath, “i’m sorry for ignoring you...especially after what you wrote,” subconsciously he put his hand over his cast, “i didn’t mean to, i just..i panicked,”

your face fell, a lump forming in your throat, “it’s fine if you don’t like me back, i would just prefer you didn’t ignore me,”

“i do like you,” the words fell from his lips before he could stop them. his face flushed red as what he said registered in his mind, “i do like you,” he repeated in a smaller voice, “that’s why i panicked. it’s- i’ve liked you for so long, and then you confess that you like me, and it was just a lot to take in,”

a smile grew on your face as he talked — rambled. he was so cute.

“and i’m sorry for ignoring you, really i am, and if you don’t mind i would like you take you on a date,” jisung looked at you for the first time since he started talking, and to say he was surprised by the smile you had on your pretty face, would be an understatement.

you stepped closer to him, not missing the way his breath hitched, “i would love to go on a date with you, han jisung,”you grinned, cupping his face, before connecting your lips, just as jisung’s mind went blank.

your lips felt like heaven, this was heaven, jisung concluded as his lips were pressed against yours, like he had imagined many times, only this was a million times better. jisung was sure he could spend forever and longer kissing you. warmth filled him as his lips moved with yours. when you pulled away jisung was in a daze, mind fill only with you, you, you.

you brushed some hair out of his face, leaving a last peak on his lips, “i’ll see you later, angel,” you smiled to him, slowly letting your fingers drift from his, before walking to your friends with a hot face.

jisung stood frozen in the same spot long after you left, only moving when seungmin and felix came into the room.

“did you do it?” felix asked eagerly, almost jumping in place.

jisung didn’t — couldn’t — respond, still caught up in the feeling of your lips on his.

seungmin snorted, “i think he did, and more,”

“they kissed me,” jisung muttered, his heart warming, “we kissed. i kissed (name),”

“nice done, sung,” seungmin complimented, smiling warmly as a grin broke out on jisung’s face.

jisung’s face flushed once again when he remembered what you called him, “they called me angel,”

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saladejin · 5 years ago

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Call An Uber? | 19

BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut

Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right?

What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.

Warnings: Drunken shenanigans, flirting and sexual implications

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Pt. 2 of the game! You can tell I had fun with this part, sorry if the decisions don’t match up with what you guys would choose, I know we’d all have a hard time picking though lmao.

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Knowing I had a decision, Jimin inched closer until I could basically feel the body heat oozing from his skin. The rest of the room was silent as they waited for what I would do. I could barely register the presence of the others at the moment though, because all I could seem to focus on were the smouldering burnt umber eyes in front of me. Even in all their makeup-free glory, they were magnificent in the way they helplessly drew me in and made me feel restless in every way.

I gave myself one final nod before rising to my knees and leaning further towards him.

Taehyung and Jungkook were unblinking like owls as they followed the movements with their widened gazes. My hands never left the muscles of Jimin’s upper arm, and I felt them tense suddenly as my face moved downwards to his jaw. I let my eyes trail the clear, albeit with a slight sheen of sweat, beautiful expanse of his collarbone and neckline before finally planting a gentle kiss on the bump I found in the middle. I felt his Adam’s apple move underneath my lips as he gulped against his will, and I wished I could see how he looked during the moment.

I wanted to see his head tilted upwards, his expression. I wanted to see how his eyes darkened and how he fought the urge to bite down on his bottom lip for a few heart-stopping seconds. I could only see the way his fists clenched while they rested beside him against the ground, as if he wanted to mix them into the action so badly, but couldn’t because it was only meant to be a stupid game.

“His…throat?” Taehyung pondered aloud once I pulled away. What had only taken a mere two seconds had felt like a lifetime, and I had to divert my attention when the feeling of my lingering breath caused a shiver to travel the length of Jimin’s spine noticeably.

“Nope. I know it’s not quite right, but I meant his vocal cords.” I shook my head, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the idea.

“Oh! But it’s impossible to be direct so you just went over the top?” Hoseok closed his eyes and breathed in awe, reaching out for a sharp high-five much to my amusement.

“Oh, how thoughtful of our (Y/n),” Seokjin murmured, also shaking his head in admiration before clapping slowly and laughing along with the others.

Jimin sat displaying a small tender smile, bringing one hand up to brush his fingers against the skin of his neck briefly. He then tried to hide his face while chuckling in pure bashfulness, and I again drew blanks on how quickly his whole demeanour could change in less than a second.

“His voice gives me actual life, what more can I say?” I pursed my lips and shrugged. “Actually, there’s a lot more, but I won’t go into it because I think Yoongi over there will skin me alive if I take much longer.”

Amidst the chuckling, I saw Jimin bring his gaze up to look at me meaningfully from across the room. It was noisy again, but I watched him mouth a tiny ‘thank you’ while straightening his posture. He was positively glowing. I couldn’t help but return the warm smile straight away, because I felt so delighted that he was happy and confident with the praise I’d implied through the kiss.

“Jungkook-ah and Yoongi-hyung to go. Rock paper scissors or just shuffle?” Hoseok managed after the sudden chatter had died down.

“Shuffle the damn thing, Kook-ah looks too scared to focus right now,” Yoongi snorted, a gummy smile making an appearance as he picked on the younger member.

“I’m not scared at all,” Jungkook complained, sharply moving to knock the hood off his head and ruffle his night-black bangs until they weren’t as tangled. Taehyung nudged a teasing elbow into the maknae’s arm, boxy smile never failing as he messed around with the other boy. Namjoon had been quiet for a while, but he was still fully absorbed into what would happen next – just like every other being in the room, including a certain grumpy rapper.

“Hyung it’s you!” Jimin and Hoseok screamed together, amusement reaching a new peak as the name flashed brightly on the screen.

“Well about time, I thought I was going to die here without getting my kiss,” Yoongi grunted, shifting so that he was perched on the very edge of the bed.

“Oi, don’t mess up my bedsheets so much,” Seokjin scolded from beside him, leaning his large body backwards to try and smooth out the covers with his arms.

So it is Jin’s room, looks like I was kind of right anyway.

I eventually got to my feet because Yoongi was too high for me to reach properly from the floor.

“Do you want me on the ground?” He inquired passively, but I narrowed my eyes at him for his questionable choice of words.

“No, I’ll have you on the bed,” I answered just as boldly. The whole room exploded and all we could hear was the soundless chuckling of the two youngest members, the loud cackles of Hoseok, Namjoon and Jimin, and the semi-muffled squeakiness belonging to Seokjin as he tried to hold it in.

“Well there’s a lot to think about with you. I love the brilliant rapping skill, but your tongue is a little too hard to kiss, right?” I decided to take it further with one cocked eyebrow.

“Yes, it’s moving a little too fast for me unfortunately.” He kept a level tone much to my surprise, but the response itself caused me to double over. We already needed to dig graves for the rest of the room as it was.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just –”

“I don’t know if I should have regrets right now.” Yoongi laughed quietly and licked his lips once as he glanced at everyone dying around him. I adored the way his sharp eyes were curved into little crescents, and I also felt my heart clench at the sight of the little crinkles appearing at the edges.

“I’m allowing myself two for this one,” I announced loudly before striding forwards and slowly leaning over his smiling face. Given enough time to react, Yoongi took note of my close proximity and straightened his sitting position. His smile faltered only slightly, but I still caught it.

“Is this okay for you?” I asked softly so only he would hear. The words were drowned out for the others anyway because of how they started to reprimand me for changing up the rules.

“Yeah, thanks for checking though.” He smirked and nodded once, casting his gaze downwards because he didn’t really know what else to do. He wasn’t pouting, but he had that stare where he just flattened out his smile and looked like an awkward ball of fluff. It was so cute and loveable, I just wanted to squish his cheeks together.

Who would even know this is one of the fiercest rappers in the world?

I leaned over him slowly again and was grateful that he angled his face upwards so I could figure out where I was going. Since he was sitting, the height made it so that the top of his head only just fell short of mine.

I cupped his face with two hands, telling him to close his eyes before brushing my lips over each of his eyelids ever so slowly. It was a strange place to kiss, so I kept the contact literally as feathery as I could, only grazing over them to indicate I had been there. I felt his eyes flutter when I pulled away, and resisted the urge to giggle when his eyelashes suddenly tickled the underside of my chin and cheek. He had apparently snapped them open as soon as he could, surprised despite saying he wouldn’t be before.

“Wow, Yoongi-hyung’s eyes are pretty unique,” Namjoon noted from down on the floor, earning noises of agreement from a few others. They laughed openly at how the eldest rapper just continued to nod indifferently. He still seemed a tad shy and shaken, but he chose not to let it show all that much.

“Okay Jungkook, I think they all want to go to bed soon. I’ll try and be quick.”

I hopped over to the other side of the circle, kind of stunned to see that he wasn’t looking as wide-eyed as he had before. Maybe he’d just gotten over the shock since he’d watched everyone else go through the same thing?

“Since it’s the last one, make it really surprising,” Jimin suggested, right before continuing to exchange whispers with Hoseok and now Taehyung too. I was suspicious of them and their offhand chuckling, but there was nothing I could do but just suspect that they were all up to no good. Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi also eyed them questioningly from the other side. I could only sigh and share in their confusion.

I turned back to Jungkook and saw him shift his eyes suddenly to the side, as if he didn’t want to be caught looking. The trio of misfits chuckled again, and I looked back and forth between the two in an even greater amount of suspicion.

Okay, he’s acting way too weirdly for it to be normal. And those three are definitely up to something… Hold on, what if they made a bet?

I inwardly gasped in realisation, looking back at Jungkook and narrowing my eyes to see if he would reveal anything. He definitely looked way too confident, and it was like his sense of competitiveness was overriding the fact that he was usually uneasy around women. Well, around women trying to kiss him anyway.

I’ll make him crack.

I turned back and smirked at the three others before shuffling forwards, and by the sounds of it someone had caught onto the fact that I’d noticed their little plan. Jungkook seemed only slightly tense now, but I knew he wouldn’t be prepared for what I was about to do.

“Is there anything you’re not comfortable with?” I asked with a teasing lilt to my tone. The boy in front of me cleared his throat and pouted in thought.

“I’m not sure what you really mean by that, but anything is fine I guess,” he answered, and I choked down an evil laugh of foreboding.

“Okay, well Jungkookie you have many physical features I love, but sadly I’ve used a lot of them for the others already.” I sighed, moving closer until we were at a distance that allowed me to finally touch him.

I looked into his slightly widening eyes to make sure he was fine before reaching downwards and tugging on the hem of his hoodie. His breathing hitched severely, but I knew he was way too stubborn and determined to give up on winning whatever he’d agreed too.

“These abs … never a necessity, but I can’t say they’re bad on the eyes.”

With a mischievous chuckle, I witnessed the moment his mouth went dry and his brain clicked with understanding. I left him no time as I tugged the hoodie up some more to reveal the boy’s stomach, abdominal muscles tensing due to his slightly leant back position. I knew everyone was holding their breath behind us as I swooped down to plant my lips against the smooth ridges of his muscles for a tiny second. To my surprise, he let out a massive exhale above me and clenched the muscles even firmer.

“(Y/n)…”

I pulled away and looked upwards in curiosity, because that voice was way too broken and breathy for my liking. He was looking down at me almost as if he was pained to do so, lips red and ravaged by his teeth from the looks of it. His brows were furrowed, and he looked away with widened eyes after holding my gaze for too long.

He’s flustered!

I turned around to see every pair of eyes trained ruthlessly onto Jungkook and I, but tried my best to ignore the pure heated amazement hidden within each gaze.

“Did he lose?” I asked the group of three who had let their jaws drop in unadulterated shock.

“W-what?” Seokjin stammered, finally moving to turn to Yoongi beside him and then switching to look at the same group I was looking at.

“You noticed!?” Jungkook suddenly whined, and I turned back with a knowing laugh bubbling to the surface of my lips.

“Yeah, those three were way too obvious and I knew you were acting weird.”

“He lost, we made a bet that he couldn’t make it through without getting shy or without blushing,” Taehyung explained, giggling at the defeated expression of the maknae who was groaning out a dry laugh and rolling around on the floor. I noticed his cheeks and ears turning a marvellous pinkish-red as we spoke.

“Now he owes us our next meals,” Jimin hummed, triumphant for winning but still seeming shocked over my unbidden actions. “How did you know? You could’ve helped him win.”

Jungkook sat up again.

“Yeah, why didn’t you help me? It was three against one!”

I hid my chuckle behind one hand, loving how funny this whole thing was. The other three hyungs who seemed out of the loop were now joining into the shenanigans too, but I figured they’d be used to random pranks being pulled around the dorm or studio every once in a while. Maybe even more often.

“You seemed too cocky and confident. I felt powerful, so I wanted you to lose. Sorry Kook-ah.”

He shook his head, glaring at me playfully before sighing a deep sigh and making sure his hoodie was fixed up properly.

“Well, you definitely won. You guys can’t blame me for that.”

The trio shook their heads fervently, and I burst into laughter at the scene. My mind wasn’t swimming as much as it had been about an hour ago, but I wasn’t completely all there yet. It seemed like a few others also weren’t, but Namjoon would soon have them sorted out.

“Alright guys, you know if we stay here too much longer we won’t be feeling great tomorrow. We have to be in good shape for our fans here in Japan, and for any ‘holidaying’ we want to do,” the leader said with a grunt as he got to his feet, collecting the beer bottles around him to throw away.

“You’re right, we don’t want Sejinnie-hyung to murder us.” Hoseok picked up his own bottle, sticking out his tongue and screwing up his face in disgust.

“I should get back too, I’m not even sure what I’ll be doing here yet,” I muttered, finally realising how my drinking actions tonight could have repercussions later down the track.

“Where’s your room? We should walk you.” Jimin smiled after collecting his own trash, but I shook my head softly.

“It’s just down the hall, thanks anyway. Tonight was great fun, it sucks we can’t let loose and go to clubs and parties together, but I hope we can have drinks again sometime.” I chuckled wickedly, moving to tie up my hair after finding the discarded hairband in a random corner.

“Definitely, I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in one night for a while. It’s great to have you back,” Hoseok blinked his eyes in bewilderment, and Namjoon agreed wholeheartedly along with most of the others.

“It was funny watching, but I’d like to have something next time too,” Taehyung announced, weariness suddenly noticeable in the way his deep voice became a little croaky. I looked around to see all of them in various stages of sleepiness. Namjoon yawning, Jungkook rubbing at his eyes, Seokjin’s head slowly sinking forwards until he suddenly jerked himself awake.

I waved, earning a few more playful remarks and farewells before heading out to go to my own room. “All of you get some well-earned rest. I’ll see you in the morning chumps.” The air out in the hallway was crisper, and I breathed in heavily before turning on my heel.

I’m so happy spending time with them again. I love them too much. Separation was not a good idea after all. Plus, did I just actually fucking kiss them all!?

“Why were you in Seokjin-ssi’s room at this hour (Y/n)?”

Wait, that voice…

My heart skipped a beat as Soojin stood in front of me, her eyes calculating as she awaited my response. She was dressed more casually than I had ever seen her, but the most surprising thing was just her presence here in the empty hotel hallway. I didn’t think she’d be coming along on the tour too! I literally thought she was an assistant back with the company, not someone who managed on tours as well.

“Unni! I didn’t know you were coming to Japan. Actually, they’re all in there, we were just hanging out,” I spluttered, feeling like I was being judged all of a sudden. I guessed it did look pretty bad to anyone who didn’t know of my closeness to the boys, but I thought she would’ve known. She was Bang PD’s assistant after all.

“Yes, well I manage tours a few times a year depending on if it’s necessary or not. I would advise against ‘hanging out’ with them like this. You’re meant to be an interpreter and nothing more. There’s too much risk here.”

The dread and disappointment welled up inside me, because I did know all of this. I knew about my place, and I knew about the risks. These were things I had accepted and overcome as time had gone on, but here Soojin was planting those seeds of doubt all over again.

“I understand, I’ll head to my room thank you.” I dipped my head, eager to get out of the conversation and away from her piercing gaze.

“See that you do.”

I walked past as she entered her own room silently. It seemed it was terrible timing, because she must have been coming back from the bathroom or something just as I had left Seokjin’s room. It would’ve looked bad to her in every way imaginable, but I thought about how much better it would’ve been if I’d left the room just that little bit later or earlier.

I would have felt so much better not seeing her at all, because now I knew that this tour might turn out to be way more stressful than I had expected.

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an-ambivalent · 6 years ago

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Hi! I send the ask about the Yandere sasuke and Madara. I really just want to be surprised lol. Maybe Madara is trying to convince his wife to leave the village with him. Maybe Sasuke’s love interest is in the same search team as Naruto and is looking for him (shuppiden era ofc). Anything works really. I just want to be surprised lol 😂. But female lead pls? THANK YOU AGAIN ❤️

I used your prompts as a loose guideline :) hope you like this! Thank you for requesting! We all know how much we need yandere! Uchiha fanfictions to spice up our lives 🤧

Warning: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with unethical behaviours that can be uncomfortable and triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl.

Yandere! Madara leaving the village with his wife

Your mission to seduce Madara had gone a bit too well.

See, you had been assigned a secret assignment that that was known only by you and Tobirama – him being the one who had given you this mission.

You were from a small clan that was somewhat strong, but nowhere the skill level that was possessed by the Uchiha and the Senju; your clan was on the brink of war with another that was much more powerful, and surely, would leave your family extinct. In the last hopes to save your family, you had ended up reaching out to the Senju, more specifically, Tobirama. In exchange for protecting your clan, not only did your clan have to submit themselves under the Senju’s rule for the rest of the living days, but Tobirama had assigned a very special task to you.

“At the expense of your own life to protect your clan, risk yourself. Become close to Madara Uchiha, and report back all of his suspicious activities and the Uchiha’s plans to me,” Tobirama had ordered simply.

To this day, you still wondered how you managed to coax Madara, but the reality was that you did; and you did not realise the weight of your own actions until it was too late.

Undoubtedly, the situation of your assignment had escalated to the point of no return. You knew how vengeful Madara was against those who wronged him. That fear of what would happen if you ever refused him, or what he would do to your clan if he found out the truth of why you were actually with him, kept you rooted to obey whatever he desired from you. Whatever he wanted, you gave it to him, until this very moment.

The cold touch of his warm hand burnt as the awful reminder of your reality, and kept you spiraling down into madness. There was regret for all of your choices: accepting Tobirama’s condition, choosing to sacrifice yourself for your clan’s safety when they did nothing but dishonour you for siding with the traitor, not knowing that you were doing it to protect them, and letting your fear of what Madara was capable of control and weaken you. These regrets made your stomach churn and you felt the sensation of nausea in your mouth.

Madara’s breath fanned your face, and he tenderly cupped your cheek with his hands. In the darkness of the night, his usual onyx eyes blazed a crimson red; it was a warning of the depths he was willing to reach if you dare to defy him now, of all the times.

“We’re leaving the village,” Madara announced as a firm statement, leaving no room for argument.

Despite your crippling fear, you opened your mouth to speak. Despite all the odds, you hoped to stand up for yourself for once.

However, the moment the sharp corner of a kunai pricked the delicate flesh of your neck, and drew blood that matched the colour of Madara’s eyes as a warning, your hope vanquished the moment it was there.

“You have no choice. I know all about your little mission that Tobirama assigned you,” Madara whispered with a voice as smooth as honey. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, and due to his spoken words, your eyes were widened.

“You should be grateful that someone like me actually even bothers with someone of a low ranking as you, and that I’ve decided to take pity on you. No one else cares about you, no one else will. You’re shunned by your own clan. Me, I’m the only one who has ever given a damn about you. So show me some appreciation by being a good girl alright?” He muttered, and then captured your lips with his in a deep kiss.

And like the conformist you were, you returned it. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes, but there was nothing else to do. There was nothing else left for you except for the life Madara had in store for you. So, you reached out your hands, and tangled your fingers in the raven hair of the devil that was your sole salvation, and sealed your fate with him with this kiss for all eternity.

Sasuke is under the cut!

Yandere! Sasuke’s love interest in the search team

For as far as your memory served, all the way to your childhood when your journey as a ninja was merely beginning at the Konohagakure ninja academy, something about Sasuke had always put you off. Unlike many of the others, who were drawn to him for many reasons – his looks, his talents, his intelligence, and the fact that he was an Uchiha, you always kept your distance. Behind his ingenious and aloof energy that pulled others in, was a feeling of eeriness – a particular discomfort that prompted you to stay away from him as far as possible. During your student days, it was not too difficult for you to avoid him. However, once your were put on Team Seven with Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke himself, it was almost impossible to ever get away from him.

And everything worsened because someone as talented as Sasuke, knew how to keep himself from being suspected. He never revealed his true colours enough in front of everyone for them to put all the clues together. Sure, granted it was sort of evident that Sasuke had a soft spot for you, and showed you an ounce of kindness in the way he did not with others. However, it was when the two of you were alone that his true intentions were revealed.

Inappropriate touches, whispers of petrifying promises, and his cunning threats – you hated all of it. Especially after he was given the curse mark by Orochimaru, and the inevitable darkness that haunted the Uchiha began to plague him, that’s when it was the worst.

After his fight with Naruto on the hospital’s roof, where Sakura would have been severely hurt had it not been for Kakashi’s interference, Sasuke had dragged you away with him. You had become his punching bag he took his frustration out on to make himself feel powerful, to make him feel something.

Using sparring to train as an excuse, you had ended up beneath him. He held a kunai to your throat which was a typical way to announce one’s victory over their opponents. However, with the way he was pushing his entire weight on you and stradling you, and the intense glare of his ruby red Sharingan, made you believe that he was really going to kill you.

You felt the familiarity of his cold and venomous touch caressing the side of your body, and his lips were stretched into a cold wide grin.

“You’d be perfect for the revival of my clan, after I kill Itachi…. Say, [Name], you’ll wait for me, won’t you? You’ll save yourself for our first time and not be with anyone else until I return won’t you?” Sasuke demanded rather than asking, and with each word he had spoken, the animosity in his voice had increased, until he was roughly gripping your face.

Tears were brimming at the corner of your eyes, and you trembled. In that moment, having no means of escape, and defiance being the last thing on your mind, you had nodded and said the words you needed to get him off of you. They saved you in that moment, but promised your demise for the future.

Afterwards, subsequently to Sasuke’s betrayal and departure from the Hidden Leaf, you felt out-casted. While your fellow comrades mourned over his treacherous actions, you were glad. You were happy that Sasuke had left because you were finally given your very much needed peace of mind.

The two and a half years spent without Sasuke, had been some of your best. So, you could only refrain yourself from becoming overwhelmingly consumed by your own anxiety when you were forced to go on his rescue mission.

You tried getting out of it, you really did. But going against someone as stubborn as Naruto or Sakura – and worse, both of them combined, was a battle of the will you were not capable of winning.

For you, anything was better than seeing Sasuke again to the point where you had wished that one of the Akatsuki members had really killed you during Gaara’s rescue expedition.

The moment those beautiful, but incredibly vicious dark eyes had become fixated on you, you knew in the pit of your stomach that this was going to be the beginning of the end for you.

Team Kakashi returned to the village without Sasuke, and without you as well.

Sasuke, with the help of Orochimaru and Kabuto, had managed to grab you, and disappear from the rest of your team with you.

Of course, Sasuke had being away from you for such a long time. As a result, he was so desperate to be with you, that Orochimaru or Kabuto were not even given a second to demean you in anyway for your affiliation to the Leaf. Sasuke had taken you to his room immediately, and despite putting up a fight against him, you were no match for his power.

Easily, Sasuke had tossed you on his bed, and the amount of emotions from seeing you was so intense that his Sharingan had activated subconsciously.

“I hope you’ve kept your promise,” he started, and crawled on top of you. “Because I can’t. I know I said I’ll do this after I kill Itachi, but you’re simply too irresistible.”

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thrashton · 6 years ago

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soaring light (chapter two)

here we go!!!

Name: Soaring Light

Fandom: Skam france

Pairing: Lucas Lallemant/Eliott Demaury

Tags: assassin!au, falling in love, angst, hurt/comfort

Summary: Do not get attached, do not waste time, do not engage in any physical contact… The list of rules were long, but Lucas had never been the one to follow orders. In fact, he might have broken all of them in just a week, all because of the piercing blue eyes staring at him from the assignment in his hands, and the charming, mysterious boy they belonged to.

Chapter summary: Lucas decides a drunk, fun and most of all; care-free squad night is what he needs. Life decides that no, it really isn’t.

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prologue and chapter one can be found at the soaring-light tag at my blog, just click on the tag on this post. tumblr don’t wanna show my post in the search tag if I put in links… and on ao3 with the username thetimeisnow)

Chapter two.

The music was way too loud. Lucas was already half drunk as he, Yann and Basile finally got to the bar. It was 9:24pm. He wasn’t very good at keeping times, after all.

Arthur had cancelled last second, saying he rather be home with his new girlfriend, who he was yet to introduce to them, but that was a whole other conversation Lucas would take with him when he was in the mood to discuss someone else’s love life; Arthur was never late with the dirty details.

He had put on his dark blue shirt, nicely folded the edges over his wrists. His hair was a mess like usual, but there was no point in trying to fix it because it never stayed the way he wanted, anyways. If he was going to meet the person of his dreams that night, they would have to accept him with his faulty hair, easy as that.

Yann tugged on his shirt, pointing towards the bar. Manon and Emma were standing leaned back against the counter, Mika nowhere to be seen. Probably stealing all attention on the dance floor, Lucas guessed. He was already half drunk and was seriously considered joining Mika after downing a few beers.

“Manon!” He yelled over the music and her head snapped up, a big grin spreading across her soft face. She was really, really pretty. Especially in the dark red top and the black, short skit she was wearing. “Looking pretty as ever.” He winked.

Manon rolled her eyes before pulling her into a quick hug. “Don’t act like you’re interested.”

He laughed, letting Yann and Basile pass him to say hello to the two ladies. Yann gave Emma the most awkward hug Lucas had seen in his life, but he decided not to mention it to keep some of Yann’s pride. It has been years since they broke up and both of them had gone through multiple partners, but the weird tension between them never seemed to really fade completely.

“Didn’t expect you to show up at all”, Emma raised her brows and gestured to the watch on her wrist.

“Sorry, got caught up in beer and Eliott Demuary”, Yann excused them and Lucas threw him a quick glare, his heart starting to pumping harder just by hearing his stupid name.

Lucas had, with no shame, asked everything he could think of regarding Eliott. Yann knew a lot, it turned out, what class he was in, who his friends were, what he did for a living (full time model, that asshole). Single, as what they could find putting their stalking skills together. A beautiful laugh, but Lucas didn’t say that out loud. Nor did he have to, because Yann glanced at him knowingly as Lucas clenched his jaw when Eliott started laughing in the interview they found on an extremely sketchy website. They didn’t find anything that gave Lucas a clue to why he was worth so much money, though.

“Eliott Demaury?” Manon raised her brows, “why?”

“You know him too?” Lucas sighed.

“Yeah, of course. Went to our school. Why are you searching him up?” The way she looked at him, Lucas knew she knew exactly why. Her brows were slightly furrowed and her lips pressed together hard. She didn’t look too happy.

“Reasons”, Lucas shrugged.

Manon pouted. “That’s unfair. He’s a good person.”

Lucas shrugged. “Lot of money.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely rich”, Basile agreed with a nod, clearly wanting to join the conversation. Even though the money Eliott had wasn’t what Lucas meant, Manon played along.

“I’m sure”, she said, “but whatever. Next round on me!”

She leaned over the counter, smiling brightly up at the bartender who couldn’t ignore her invite. Lucas was thinking beer, Manon was thinking shots. So in conclusion, shots were the next thing up on the table.

It slipped down easily, like always, and Lucas pulled a face. Manon wasn’t joking around. Disgustingly strong, but just what he needed. He had left the pills he used to drip into his victims drinks or food at home, only because he planned to get drunk enough to maybe accidentally drop them.

Two warm hands embraced his shoulders and Mika’s smiling face showed up on his right. “Lucas! My favorite! How are you?”

Lucas grinned at his past roommate, holding his beer in his direction. Mika took a sip. “I’m getting drunk, what’s better? You?”

“I’m dancing, and, wait- Gabriel!” A black haired guy snapped his head up.”Lucas, this is Gabriel, my love for tonight. Gabriel, this is Lucas, my fake brother.”

Lucas held out his hand and Gabriel shook it. “Hi”, he said.

“How nice to finally meet you”, Gabriel smiled back and Mika laughed, a high pitched sound that died out in the loud music. He grabbed Gabriel’s hand and they disappeared out on the dancefloor again.

Yann frowned. “Not even a greeting, I can’t believe this.”

“Probably didn’t recognize you, you never dress up”, Lucas pointed out.

Yann shoved a finger in his face. “At least I’m not that”, he pointed over at Basile who had somehow managed to get a seat between two cute brunettes.

“At least you’re not that”, Lucas agreed, a smirk playing on his lips, “Another shot?”

“The strongest you can afford.”

“Don’t try me”, Lucas warned him, because he would waste all his money considering the amount he was getting straight to his account.

The tattooed bartender met his eye and raised his brows in a question. “Four or six?” He asked. “Eight”, Lucas grinned and rained a smile in return.

The bartender leaned towards him. “Ten?” It was a challenge.

Lucas blew his cheeks up, “you trying to get us kicked out?”

The bartender winked at him. “I’m trying to get you to dance.” He had a playful tone and Lucas meant he was joking around wtih him.

“Eight”, he decided and the bartender nodded.

“Sure, sweetheart. Jacob”, he held his hand out and Lucas took it.

“Lucas.”

Jacob nodded and turned around to get a bottle from the top shelf. Next to them, Yann was watching him suspiciously. Lucas ignored him, and ignored every other hand in the air as people tried to get Jacob’s attention.

He placed two shot glasses on the table and filled them up to the top. “On the house”, he winked and gestured towards Yann to take the the one on the left.

“Cheers”, Yann held his glass out towards Lucas, who met him half way. “Cheers, buddy.”

The night was a success, least to say. Jacob continued flirting with him and they got drink after drink for free for the whole gang. Basile had joined them again as he noticed how the alcohol started to pour in. That was, apparently, more interesting than getting laid. Lucas understood him.

It was a bit over 12am when he decided he should probably find a bathroom. His vision was slightly blurry, but he managed without causing too much damage, dance between the packed dance floor. He reached the bathroom with a proud, sloppy grin on his face.

And stumbled over an empty glass on the floor.

Two strong hands grabbed Lucas’ upper arms, warmth spreading all across his body from the sudden, unexpected touch, and kept him from faceplanting right into the door. His heart was racing like a Ferarri as his brain went over the ugly bruise he would have had in the middle of his forehead if his mysterious saviour hadn’t been there. He glanced up to thank him, and was met by the same piercing, stupid eyes he’d been cussing over for the past hours.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck. What the fuck? Was his life a fucking Disney movie? What was this? What was Eliott Demaury doing here? What was he doing here holding Lucas? Holding Lucas? Lucas snapped his arms back, but he knew he was staring. He couldn’t help it.

Eliott watched him too, an amused look spreading across his face and Lucas realised he had to close his mouth before he started drooling, because Eliott wasn’t only way hotter than in reality than in the pictures, he smelled like fucking heaven too. Of course he did.

“I’ll take the staring as a compliment”, Eliott said, the amusement clear in his voice. His soft voice killed every other sound in the bad and Lucas wanted to hear it forever.

He also wanted to punch him. He wasn’t sure why.

“Uh”, he stammered, “I- uh. Yeah. Thanks. For saving me, you know, from, uh, yeah.” Wow, great, really smooth.

Eliott kept grinning at him. “No worries. Right place at the right time, I guess. I recognize you, have we met before?”

“No”, Lucas answered way too quickly.

Eliott tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes and Lucas thought he was going to melt through the floor because, holy shit. Being watched by him this intensely sent electric shivers down his spine.

“Lucas?” Eliott asked and Lucas was gaping at him again. “Lallemant, right?”

It took Lucas a moment to come back down to reality again. He nodded slowly. “We went to the same school”, he said to not seem stupid.

“We did”, Eliott agreed with a slow nod, “thought you hadn’t met me before?”

Lucas wished he could just grab the amusement and take it out of his voice so he didn’t have to stand there weirdly embarrassed with himself. Thank god the dark lightning hid the blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“I haven’t”, Lucas insisted, suddenly forgetting everything about going to the toilet. The definition of a greek (but french) god was standing in front of him and his eyes would roll back in his head and give up if he even tried to walk away. “Maybe I’ve seen you.”

“I’ve seen you too.” Eliott smiled. Fuck, that was soft, the way his lips slightly curled up on each side. “You going in?” Eliott pointed at the bathroom door behind them.

Like he was reading his mind, Lucas thought. “No.”

“Then why are you at the toilets?”

“I- uh.” He had no good answer. “I don’t know.”

Eliott nodded again, moving a bit closer to Lucas as he let someone pass by behind him. “So, wasn’t the video good enough for you?”

Lucas frowned, his mind going over any possible option to what Eliott could have meant by that when- Instagram. “Oh. Shit. You saw that?” The disaster of accidentally liking his video. Twice.

The grin was back. Lucas clenched his jaw. “Of course, kind of charming, actually. Too bad you didn’t keep the like.”

“Why?”

“Having a cute guy like the only picture of me is good for my self confidence”. Eliott fucking winked.

Lucas stared at him. “You’re- okay.” He was going to kill this guy.

He was actually going to kill this guy, that wasn’t even a joke. Not even an exaggeration. He was going to fall down dead because of him. Never wake up again. Break thousands of hearts. Ruin a family. Holy fuck.

“I’m only okay?” His lip curved into a mocking smile.

Lucas panicked, stuttering out a stupid excuse that came to his mind. Only okay? Had this guy seen himself? “No, no- that’s not- you’re more than okay, I mean, uh, wow. I just meant-”

Eliott laughed, a beautiful sound that blocked the loud music from Lucas’ ears. “I’m messing with you. I really gotta go now, but if you feel for it, hit me up.” Eliott leaned forwards, face so close to Lucas’ he could feel his warm breath against his cheek and he realised that was probably how getting a stroke felt like. “Can I get your number?” Eliott held his phone out in front of them, screen unlocked for Lucas to write his number.

Lucas stared. For a long time. Eliott even started to look a little nervous. Then, his hands got the ability to move back again and he grabbed the phone from Eliotts hands, writing his private number even though every part of his brain yelled that this was the worst idea ever and he should absolutely not give Eliott his number.

He gave the phone back, and before Lucas could blink, Eliott disappeared into the dark crowd, none who had any idea what kind of feelings ran through Lucas’ body. He felt like he’d been hit by a train. What the hell just happened?

He didn’t go to the bathroom. Instead, he paced back through the room, to where he saw Yann and Manon staring in his direction. Great. Did they see that, whatever that mess was? He stopped in front of his closest friends like a child ready to get yelled at by his parents.

Sometimes, Lucas himself found it hard to believe how many people he had cold hearted, sneakily and without mistakes, killed.

“Eliott”, Yann said. No, he stated. It wasn’t a question.

“Really?” Manon raised her brows.

Lucas shrugged. He had no excuse. “I don’t know what happened.”

Manon watched him carefully and Lucas knew exactly what she was thinking about. He wasn’t allowed any physical interaction with his targets if it wasn’t absolutely necessary Lucas didn’t feel drunk anymore, he just felt tired. Exhausted.

Absolutely fucked.

#here we goo #skam france #skam #skam france fanfic #skam france fic #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #soaring light

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seungcheolrk · 8 years ago

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● SPHERE AUGUST EVALUATION: BRANCHING OUT !

INNOCENT LOVE — ASTRO ( WITH KT ENT’S JIMIN )

if you’d have told him this time last year that he’d not only be good friends with the not-dad he met in toys r us whilst embarrassingly browsing the star wars merch, but collaborating with him in an evaluation, he’d probably have laughed. seoul isn’t that small, right? and who’d want to be friends with someone they meet looking at kids’ toys without any young relatives? it’s nothing short of a miracle and whilst seungcheol’s always liked to be optimistic, it seemed like a stretch even to him.

still, everything’s always surprising him.

둘만의 장소들 못 이룬 약속들 다신 널 볼 수 없다는 걸

it’s been a while since seungcheol sang a ballad quite like this, and in all honesty, he’d missed it. whilst it’s true that he often prefers pop tracks and acoustic remixes, his vocal training prior to joining sphere lends itself incredibly to slow, emotional tracks like ‘innocent love’. he tries his best to be well rounded, but years of professional practice can’t always be compared to primarily singing in the shower until last november. this is the kind of song his father had always wanted him to perform if he wasn’t going to follow his footsteps into an orchestra — minus the rap, of course, as he reminds him with a small laugh when he catches him practicing every other night. sometimes, seungcheol can’t shake the feeling his father doesn’t fully believe this is the right path for him yet, but he also can’t say he blames him after seeing the state he was in last month and the aftermath of the final day.

still, seungcheol doesn’t care. this is his life, his choices, his mistakes; though he doesn’t think signing on the dotted line is one of them, insecurities be damned.

풋사랑이라도 알아 어려도 아픈 건 같잖아 이별이 낯설었던 건 말야

he falls into a natural comfort as he performs, partly with the familiarity of the song and partly because of the trainee at his side. jimin is talented, that much is certain, though seungcheol had wondered at times if he realised how much. did kt praise their trainees often? did they have as much of a family atmosphere as sphere seemed to? (he’s always on the outside looking in, he realises, but he’ll get there.) maybe he’d ask jihoon about it. regardless, seungcheol could praise him as much as he pleased and he tries to as much as he can, without it being overbearing or suspicious. working with jimin truly is a delight and an honour, and he’d hate for him to think otherwise. he can’t be sure he’s doing a good job, but—

still, he tries.

내가 생각했던 것보단 더 아프기도 해 우리 사진첩 보다 네 행복을 기도해 내가 먼저 사랑한다 내가 많이 아낀다는 말 못해줘서 항상 미안해 염치없는 말이지만 네 안에 내 모습 아직 풋풋한 첫사랑으로 남고파 하고 싶은 것도 다 못한 우리 후회해도 똑같아 쓸데없는 눈물이 뚝 뚝 뚝 뚝 떨어져도 난 괜찮아 난 꾹 꾹 꾹 꾹 참아도 보이잖아

this rap flies by without any issues, having learnt from his performance with baekhyun not to let his focus wander. all he has to worry about this time is perfecting the verse alone; getting the right amount of emotion and hitting each emphasis with precision. sure, not having his guitar between his fingers leaves his spare hand with nothing to do, but he doesn’t think tapping it against his thigh to the same rhythm as his foot against the floor is exactly a crime.

as it rounds off, he begins to sway, nodding his head softly to the smoothness of jimin’s voice. truthfully, as nervous as they had been at first, he thinks the song is a good fit for them both. he probably wouldn’t have ever covered it if not given this opportunity to collaborate with the other, and he probably wouldn’t have ever known how calming jimin’s voice is and how easy he is to work with, and that seems like a real shame.

still, he does know, and dwelling on what could have been never does anyone any good.

제발 제발 제발

as they move into the second chorus, seungcheol is reminded how quickly time flies when you’re having fun. it had been the same all month, in practices and his completed performance with baekhyun. despite his initial fears, seungcheol had had fun with a social evaluation — and actually made a new friend, as well as grow closer to an existing one, too. it reminds him of june, teaming up with some of the other sphere boys without the added pressure of perfecting his non existent skill three times over. it reminds him of why he signed the contract, why he wants to play and create music for the rest of his life. he almost laughs to himself as jimin sings. he always dramatises everything. he has one fun evaluation and he turns it into a deep analysis of his life and dreams. this is becoming a pattern.

still, it’s probably good for him— reflection, that is. you can’t grow unless you know what it is you need to improve, or what you’re aiming for. knowing his past self is the best way to make sure his future self is a better version. he just wants to be the best choi seungcheol he can possibly be.

풋사랑이라도 알아 어려도 아픈 건 같잖아 이별이 낯설었던 건 말야

the highest notes of the track are nearing for the both of them, but he does his best to swallow his nerves. thinking about them will only make his chance of success lower; he performs best when he’s relaxed, calm. he expects jimin to excel, however. he’s heard him perfect it in practice enough times to know that today won’t be any different. he has full faith in him.

still, he peers over at him as it nears, smiles proudly when it passes.

늘 함께 울고 늘 함께 웃던 고마운 사람

jimin’s idea to swap the chorus at the end to give him a chance to show his talents had been a blessing, really. after getting the entire rap to himself, it hadn’t seemed fair to take anything else that stood out. he wanted the both of them to shine equally, but in truth, it didn’t seem balanced pressure-wise. he hadn’t wanted to suggest anything, of fear he’d come across ungrateful for what they’d already agreed, but he also didn’t want jimin to feel like all the focal points of the performance rode on his shoulders.

still, it works out for the best, because they execute it all perfectly, and seungcheol smiles widely as he’s moving into the final two rap lines.

(나의 첫사랑) (서툴렀던 사랑)

he sucks in a deep breath as the room falls to silence.

still. the room is still.

꼭 행복해야 해 사랑받아야 해 시간이 지나면

추억이 돼 버린 풋사랑 고마워 나의 첫사랑

his heart, however, drums in his ribcage.

two down, none to go.

#rkaug17eval #rkjimin #cheol;eval #cheol;sphere #cheol;solo #sph;performance #( wc; 1041 )

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fungus-amongus00 · 8 years ago

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Mer Person AU

which may or may not become a full fanfic, but I gotta finish a few others first. For the time being, think of this as an intro. This is what I do when I’m bored.

The ocean. It’s always been an alien world to humans as we dwell on the land. Through the years of human existence, we’ve learned little by little, but even now, we still don’t know all that lies below the depths of the dark waters. We know more about outer space than our own oceans. What could possibly lie down there that we don’t know about?

It was a clear day out with a refreshing breeze coming in from the ocean. It was one of those picture perfect days of a beach that one might find on a post card from the tropics. The ocean lay out to the horizon like a polished glass with varying hues of blues and indigos. If one looked out from the beach, it was bustling with activity, white sails of ships dotting the waters like far off giant birds riding the waves. Kaito had always appreciated his quiet life as a “fisherboy” as many in the town called him. His grandfather had gotten too old to man the fishing boat on his own, so naturally, Kai took over and assured him that he’d be fine maneuvering the boat on his own. He had learned from the best after all, and it showed. He amazed everyone at the market with the variety of fish and other creatures from the sea he brought in. It took skill and years of experience to know the right spots of the ocean to cast the nets, and luckily, Kai had both of these since he had been going fishing with his grandfather since he was very young.

Today was shaping out to be just a regular day out on the sea for him. The crack of dawn when the sun was barely making its way up into the sky and the moon was still out was when he’d set out on the boat with the nets and bait all ready. It was around midday now, and Kai was just heading back into the port, easily guiding the boat into its designated slip. He glanced up when he heard excited and slightly panicked shouting from a nearby dock and saw a small crowd forming around one of the boats.

“Hey, gramps. What’s going on over there?” Kai asked as he handed a few of the netfuls of fish over to his grandfather.

He may technically be retired, but he always insisted on helping Kai haul in the catch.

“Sounds like one of the fishermen saw something and brought something back. Why don’t you go find out? I can get this to market for you.”

“I promise I’ll be right behind you,” Kai said, patting his back before running over to where the crowd was.

He ducked down low and pushed past the others to get up front close to the boat. He gasped when he saw some beautiful red scales scattered on the railing. At first they looked like regular fish scales, but he saw how they shimmered oddly in the sun almost like they were holographic.

“I’m telling you I found a strange creature tangled up in one of my nets. It wasn’t completely trapped since it got away. Its tail was caught in the net, and it was thrashing around like crazy when I tried to pull it in with my catch. It fought so hard that it left these scales behind that were stuck to the rope,” the man went on, repeatedly pointing to the net and the scales.

“Did you get a good look at it?”

“I only saw part of it. It had a big scaly tail like a fish, but the top half looked human like. I think I saw that it had hair too. I just remember it staring me down with some vibrant red eyes.”

“That sounds like a mer person. I’ve heard stories about them. Should we report this?”

This sparked even more discussion amongst the crowd on other dangers that might befall them if they just ignore this.

“I’ll take the scales and go to the town’s council. We’ll figure out what to do about this,” the man on the boat assured as he gathered them up and promptly made his way to town followed by the crowd.

The only one left behind was Kai, who watched them go then looked out towards the ocean. He remembered hearing stories about odd creatures that inhabited the ocean, but he didn’t think they were real. He shook the thought from his mind and started running in the direction of the fish market to catch up with his grandfather, not wanting him to haul the day’s catch all by himself.

The rest of the day went by as it usually did. Everyone always wanted the fish that Kai had, and he made a good amount of money for the day. Because the town was right by the sea, it had grown into more of a small city now, many tourists visited. Both the tourism and fishing market were two contributing factors to the town’s massive growth. Kai was always a charmer with his looks and genuine smile. It was usually him that pulled people in.

“I’ll meet you at home, gramps. I’m going to prepare the boat for tomorrow and make sure it’s secure.” He waved as they walked off in different directions and headed down to the docks.

He was busy polishing the side of the boat when he noticed five other ships take off at once in a big group. It’s not like it was unusual for boats to leave port in the evening to go watch the sunset but so many at once was peculiar. They were gone for about half an hour before returning. The captains talked excitedly amongst each other as they walked down the docks. Kai could hear the boards creaking under their weight and peeked his head out as he was fixing up his nets.

“Hey, what were you guys doing?” he asked nonchalantly as he worked.

“Oh, Kaito. I’m sure you’ve heard the news of a strange creature being spotted nearby. Turns out the officials want us to set up net traps around the bay, see if we can catch anything peculiar. I heard even someone from the government is being sent over to look at the scales and investigate. Let us know if anything gets stuck in the net trap or your nets tomorrow since you always set out the earliest.”

They pat Kai on the shoulder before moving on. Kai breathed a sigh of relief once they were gone, going about his work once again. He tried to focus on only that, but he couldn’t help but think of the beautiful way those scales shimmered in the sun. It had to be one of the most beautiful things he’s seen so far.

Kai woke up before dawn and immediately got everything together he’d need, slipping on some sturdy boots before setting off for the docks. As usual, he was the first one out, humming to himself as he admired how smooth the water was. The ocean was completely calm in that moment. The only ripples and waves came from his boat as he kept the motor on the lowest speed as he went past the bay. The orange buoys in the distance caught his attention, and he remembered what the other men had told him. In a split decision, he turned the boat to the left and followed the line of buoys, using a long hook to inspect the nets. As far as he could tell, there was nothing substantial to be seen until his eyes caught a few ripples over towards the last one followed by a splash that made Kai jump. He cut the motor once he was close and dropped anchor. He gasped when something big caught in the net thrashed around when he tried to lift it up with the hook. As a bit of sunlight started to shine over the bay, he noticed a familiar red shimmering. He gulped when a pair of scarlet eyes met his from underwater and whatever it was surfaced. His eyes were fierce but a bit frightened as they stared at each other. Kai’s jaw dropped as he beheld a mer person just like the ones he had heard in myths. His wrists and tail were caught in the net trap as he wriggled around desperately to escape. He stared at Kai intently, watching him to see what he was going to do, ready to defend himself if necessary.

��Oh, uh, hold on. I’ll help you out.” Kai quickly ran over towards the wheel and came out with a little dagger and dove into the water without hesitation.

The other struggled even more when Kai dove in especially when he saw the knife. He bared his teeth and was about to lung at the other boy when Kai dove down and cut through the parts of the net that trapped him. With a few quick slices from the knife, soon the other was free and immediately backed up some but kept a relatively close distance to Kai, studying him carefully.

“There. You’re free now,” Kai said once he surfaced and tread water by the other. “Oh, and I’m Kaito by the way, but you can call me Kai for short. That is, if you can talk I guess.”

“Um, thank you.. I’m Kei,” he muttered, flipping his tail around nervously, debating whether or not he should just swim away, which was the obvious choice.

This human didn’t seem like much of a threat, at least he wasn’t trying to pull him into his boat like others would.

Kai wore a grin as he looked over Kei, admiring how his skin seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, and the scales did even more so underwater.

“It’s best if you stay away from this area. There’s a bunch of traps set up, but I’ll tell you what, there’s a little cove a little ways over there,” he said, pointing over there. “If you need a place to lie low, I’m the only one that goes over there. People tend to avoid it since it’s all rocky and such.”

Kei nodded slowly. He couldn’t help the confused look he wore, cocking his head to the side. He was always suspicious when it came to humans. He could never really read their true intentions. His smile seemed innocent enough, but he had to be careful.

“I’m a fisherboy, so I have my job to do right now, but I’ll stop by the cove after I get back, alright?”

Once Kai was back on the boat, he grabbed his straw hat that was sitting on the deck, placing it on his head and tipping the brim of his hat to Kei.

Kei just stayed there treading water and watching the boat take off with stunned confusion until the sound of other fishing boats heading out from the port made him dive back underwater and head for the cove.

#ajin #ajin: demi-human #mer person au #au #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #it will eventually end up with the ot3 #ajins are mer people #anime #kaito #kei nagai

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the-jade-burrow · 7 years ago

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This is my lore-based 100 Hatchling Challenge. Check out my thread here for details and the full story so far. If you’d like to join in that would be brilliant. The idea is you write your own story but in most cases so far i’ve had to write my own, so whatever I guess!

Chapter Eight - Azoth

Like seemingly most of Sornieth now, every dragon connected to the grape vine had heard of the plight of poor little Skif, the cursed dragon. What they hadn’t concentrated on was where the dragon was and who she was with. For nevermind Skif, she was with Ambrosia and he was sure of it. Ambrosia had sneaked away a long time ago now and all of his leads so far had led to her being in the forest. Who is Ambrosia you might ask and why did she matter? As a younger dragon completing his training with the Magician’s Guild, Ambrosia had been his rival. Ambrosia was good at making rivals and therefore not so many friends. Azoth was determined to become her friend at first thinking that there must be something she was hiding. He was sure that the dragon she showed to other people was just a shell. How wrong he had been. Everything he tried was rebuffed until he had nothing left to offer. He decided in the end that if he couldn’t join her he should beat her. When they were about to head to their final exams he wished Ambrosia good luck only to receive a stare in return. When it came to receiving their results, Ambrosia was nowhere to be seen. Her envelope left unopened. Azoth passed with flying colours yet that did not give him the satisfaction he wanted – he needed to know if he had beaten Ambrosia.

Note: You can read this on Google Docs which comes illustrated with dragon pictures and a nicer text format than Tumblr here. I’m looking for tips but not criticism. I’m not a writer nor do I want to really become one. I just like getting involved in the Flight Rising community.

Which brought him to today. He flew as high as he dare in hopes of spotting Ambrosia in the burrow below. One of the guards was eyeing him suspiciously and he was sure if he flew any lower he would receive confrontation. He did not care to meet the dragons below – only Ambrosia. Alone he could speak with her without the back-up of her clan. There was blue smoke coming from a cauldron next to one of the buildings which came to his attention. Blue smoke didn’t come from any old fire – perhaps there was magic here after all. The green tundra next to it certainly wasn’t Ambrosia but perhaps she may know of her whereabouts. Again he eyed the guard below and decided it was probably safer to come in via the entrance – or what looked like one to him.

After much conversation with various members of the guild – namely the guard that was eyeing him up earlier, a red coatl named Idris and his fellow colleagues who were both shockingly bright neither of whom would tell him whether or not Ambrosia was here. He tried to speak to the green tundra he had seen earlier who turned out to be a witch, but she simply looked at him and made a gesture that implicated her mouth was zipped tight. He sighed and turned to leave. ‘Azoth’. It was Ambrosia. Abrupt as ever. ‘I guess you want to talk. I suppose it’s been long enough. Follow me’.

He followed her outside of the burrow to a cave cut in to a large rocky hill. The cave was adorned with magical objects, some of which were old objects he recognised from being a hatchling whilst others he hadn’t seen before. He sat down and made himself comfy, reaching into his bag to get the envelope. Before he could do so however, Ambrosia began. He hadn’t expected her to be this willing to talk. ‘I suppose you’re here about Skif. How could you not be? If a dragon comes alone and hasn’t brought all their worldly-belongings with them it’s for Skif. The poor girl has had countless dragons turning up for her and I will not have someone like you trying to win her heart and break her curse. It’s just not possible. That girl is cursed for life and no amount of admirers will break it. Of course though, that doesn’t mean people should not try. Just not with love. In fact, I am in the process of coming up with a counter-curse. So you can just turn right round Azoth and go home. I’ll not have her heartbroken again.’ Azoth gaped at her. All thoughts of the envelope left his mind. ‘You think you can break a curse? Come on now Ambrosia, be realistic. As a matter of fact I am not here for Skif, but now I am here I think it’s a good idea to warn her what you’re up to. Do you not know the risks of counter-curses? They can be just as dangerous as the curse itself! Magic you should not be messing with and deep down you know that.’ Ambrosia did not seem phased by his outburst yet Azoth could tell the cogs were whirring in her brain. How could she justify counter-curses? Surely her magic had not grown that much without guidance that she thought she were capable. He looked at his bag with the envelope. Perhaps she had beaten him? Perhaps he could learn from her still. ‘At least let me help you. As much as you may dislike me you know how much I could help’.

A week later Azoth was still in the burrow. There were daily arguments between them which caught the attention of almost every dragon in the lair. On more than one occasion they had to shoo some body away who was trying to peek in the cave. Aside from the arguments they had generally worked well together and he considered what they had done to be progress. The green tundra he had seen on the first day offered to help but it seemed that Ambrosia had made a rivalry with her too. She later mentioned that actually her potions were of very good quality and they had worked together often. Azoth saw a glint in her eye which he took for a kindness he rarely saw. Azoth smiled to himself, perhaps progress could be made.

The following afternoon they were hard at work when Azoth had the feeling that somebody was looking at him. He turned round and saw nothing. Ambrosia whispered to him. ‘That’s the dragon we’re here for. Skif. She is what this is all about. Tell me you look at her and see the desperation in her eyes. She tries to hide it and she’s good at it but if you don’t feel the same passion to find this counter-curse that I do then you can leave right now’. He turned around again. This time he caught a glimpse of her. Ambrosia was right. His guts twisted. He had to find this counter-curse.

Skif left the cave after finally managing to catch a glimpse of the new Spiral that was visiting Ambrosia. Rumour had spread that they were working together on some kind of spell but nobody would say what. Skif couldn’t help but feel paranoid. Anything to do with magic made her wary recently and Ambrosia had always been intimidating. Having only had negative experiences with magic she couldn’t help but fear it and whatever they were up to in that cave she wanted nothing to do with it.

Two weeks later the spell was ready. Azoth was relieved. He didn’t think he could spend much longer in here alone with Ambrosia. His longer than expected stay meant he had had to involve himself more with the dragons in the burrow but they surprised him. He never really thought these dragons would ever be ones he’d want to socialise with but he liked them more and more as days went on. He didn’t see much more of Skif however and it seemed to him like she was avoiding both himself and Ambrosia. He asked her how they were to approach Skif with their spell. ‘Well, I’m not sure she’ll like the idea personally but we can’t do this without her permission either. We’ll have to get somebody to smooth talk her into this. How are your skills these days? If not I’m sure her friend Maggie can convince her. She got her into this mess after all’. She sniffed in disapproval. ‘Maybe it would be best coming from us?’ Azoth agreed. He had to be the one to tell her.

Skif had been called by Laressi to meet with her, Ambrosia and Azoth. Laressi was the leader of the clan and as kind-hearted as she was, if a meeting was called then it meant it was something serious. She asked Maggie to come with her for support. They met at the cave where they were waiting for her already. She gulped. This didn’t look like good news. ‘Skif, Ambrosia and Azoth have something they’d like to discuss with you. They have my blessing but please do not feel pressured into this, it is your decision.’ Skif looked from her towards Azoth and Ambrosia. What could it possibly be that she would be involved in this? Maggie elbowed her and gave her a knowing look. Of course, the curse. Everything always came back to that no matter what she did. ‘Skif, we have a proposal for you. Both me and Azoth have been working on a spell for you. It should cure your curse. You’ll be free to live your life as you please and your physical symptoms too should clear up. There is a bit of a risk…’

‘No’, Skif interrupted. ‘If there’s risk I’m not doing it’. ‘Please Skif, hear us out,’ Azoth began. ‘Let us go through it with you at least’. Skif shook her head. ‘No, the curse said only true love with solve the curse and unless that spell is made out of love it won’t work.’ ‘But..’ Ambrosia started. ‘No,’ Laressi interrupted. ‘Do not pressure her. Skif, please do think about it but take as much time as you need. In the meantime you two are to leave her to think. Let me know when you are ready with your decision Skif and we will reconvene’.

Skif thought long and hard about it. She could see the advantages and there were oh so many but magic had got her into this mess and she didn’t trust it to get her out. She sat outside her small hut listening to the sounds of the forest that interrupted the silence she desired. At least the hatchlings were finally asleep. Four coatls this time round, two girls and two boys who – ‘Excuse me’. Skif turned around. Azoth stood there looking rather meek. ‘I know we were to leave you alone to think but I couldn’t help coming over to talk with you. I thought you might have questions or I can go through with you how it works’. Skif stared at him a moment before sighing and nodding. ‘Come sit down then.’ Azoth moved over to her carefully. ‘Tell me Azoth, do you believe in true love’. Azoth did not reply straight away. He had never really experienced love but he hoped he would some day and had seen the power of it within other people. True love though? He wasn’t sure. Was there a difference? Skif did not give him chance to respond. ‘When you believe in love Azoth, I will believe in your spell’. Azoth blinked in shock as she turned and flew into her hut.

Azoth went back to the cave to meet with Ambrosia. He knew he couldn’t discuss love with her but perhaps she had some alternative solutions. She wasn’t there. Perhaps that was for the better. He mused some more on whether or not he did believe in love. It was always possible he could lie but he didn’t think he could do that to the poor girl. She clearly believed and he didn’t want to dismiss her faith so easily. He decided to sleep on it and decide in the morning.

Days passed and still Azoth could not decide. Meanwhile Ambrosia had been pacing backwards and forwards. She clearly hated waiting and thought Azoth’s uneasiness was for the same reason. He thought of the envelope in his bag. Would he have kept this with him for all this time if he didn’t have some sort of feelings for her? But what about Skif? He had grown to like her too over the past weeks. He had to speak to her. He had made his decision.

The meeting reconvened at last the next day – Laressi and Maggie were in attendance again. Azoth and Skif stepped forward. ‘We’ve come to a decision,’ Skif began. ‘We’re both in agreement that the ideal way to end this curse would be to find my true love but if that is to fail then I would like to try this spell to remove the curse’. Azoth took over, ‘I believe it would be less risky to try love too of course and I don’t suppose this is a private matter anymore either so…’. Azoth leant over to give Skif a quick kiss. Nothing happened at first aside them both flushing with colour. Skif felt warm and began to hope this meant the start of the curse lifting, but nothing happened. Azoth sighed. He hoped his new blossoming feelings for the Fae had meant something more. Ambrosia risked the urge to snort. ‘Shall we move onto the counter-curse now?’ Laressi glared at her. ‘Don’t be so hasty. We don’t have to try straight away if you don’t want to Skif.’ Skif shook her head. ‘We might as well. It doesn’t look like it will ever go away. Perhaps I could find a hundred true loves and this curse may never leave me.’ Ambrosia and Azoth prepared the spell. They muttered under their breath in words Skif and Laressi did not understand. Light began to shine from their claws which they directed at Skif. It surrounded her and she flew upwards in panic for a moment before she closed her eyes and tried to relax. The light intensified around the spots on her wings and face but as it did this it stopped suddenly. Azoth and Ambrosia looked at each other and their faces fell. ‘I’m sorry Skif, I really thought it would work,’ whispered Azoth. Ambrosia fell silent and looked at the ground with anger in her eyes.

Azoth spent the evening with Skif before making arrangements to leave the next day. He was so angry that the spell hadn’t worked but heartbroken that the kiss hadn’t worked either. He couldn’t stand to be here any longer. He promised Skif that he would return with a better spell one day. In truth he could use Ambrosia’s help so before he left he asked Ambrosia if she would come with him. She denied, of course. ‘I know I never explained why I left Azoth but I had my reasons. Since leaving I have spent my time alone. It is only now since that damned Pearlcatcher Wintergreen introduced me to these dragons that I have felt truly at home. Home at a place I would have once hated. I cannot leave them now.’ Azoth nodded in agreement. He too had felt that homely vibe where he never believed he would. ‘One more thing then, Ambrosia, before I leave. The real reason I came was to give you this envelope. It has your results in it from the exams we sat in the guild. Curiousity has never won, I kept it sealed all this time. Here’. He passed her the envelope which she took and smiled. Ambrosia rarely smiled so it was a sight to behold. ‘You kept it all this time? I guess you’d like to know the results then. Do you think I passed?’ Azoth shrugged. ‘I think you have the power now to pass those exams twice over. So what does it really matter? Working with you again has been – dare I say it – fun. I’d like to do it again sometime in the future. Let’s not leave it so long next time.’ ‘Of course. And Azoth? Don’t worry about Skif. I’ll look after her.’ Azoth nodded and picked up his bags before flying up into the sky. He turned once to look back at the cave to see Ambrosia opening the envelope and turning back inside the cave.

#flight rising

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