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eligaxy · 3 years

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Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)

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Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 4 years

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Idiots II Draco Malfoy x Reader

This drabble is part of my 800 Follower Celebration!

Summary: Enemies to Lovers. During the 6th year, you slowly realize with the help of Amortentia how you truly feel for the Slytherin. When you go to tell him, it’s too late.

Requested by a lovely anon: “hi! could i request a draco malfoy x reader enemies to lovers with dialogue prompt #20 - “i love you idiot”. thank you!“

A/N: This was supposed to be 500 words lol. I hope you like it! It’s a little angsty. I’m sorry if it feels a little rushed, it’s supposed to be a short drabble. I had a lot of fun writing it though and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Words: 1.3k Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader Warnings: angst

It started in your first year, even before you were sorted into your house. Walking into the Great Hall, you could barely keep your mouth closed as you absorbed the wonders and beauty that suddenly surrounded you. The flying candles, the stars on the ceiling, the laughing students at the four long tables – you knew instantly that this place would become a second home for you.

As you kept marveling at your surroundings, you didn’t notice the group had come to a stop. You made another long step forward and – bumped right into the person in front of you. A small, blonde boy spun around.

“Watch your steps, idiot!”, he spat out and glared at you.

This was the first interaction you ever had with Draco Malfoy – and also the moment, you both began to hate each other. Malfoy liked you almost as much as Potter and when he wasn’t annoying him, he was bothering you. He loved pranking you; insults written on small notes kept flying onto your desk during classes, right after he made fun of your hair or face or whatever else he could think of on that day. You weren’t any better though and kept doing the same things to him. On top of that, the two of you constantly competed in school against each other and when you joined the Quidditch Team, things got even worse.

Your friends always used one word to describe the two of you: annoying.

Things changed in your sixth year. Suddenly, Malfoy seemed distracted and stopped caring about your stupid fights. Even though, you didn’t want to admit it – his behavior bothered you. No, it was the lack of attention that bothered you.

“Why aren’t you happy that he stopped?”, your friend asked you one day. “You hate him, right? So what’s up with the sudden obsession? Are you in love with that idiot or something?”

You laughed at her. What a ridiculous idea! Just the thought made you feel uncomfortable. However, it didn’t leave you and so you started watching him during meals and classes. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the way he hardly ate anything at all, how his eyes always seemed to wander around as if his thoughts were elsewhere. Malfoy was always on your mind. Merlin, at some point you even started to dream about him.

Were you worrying about him? No, absolutely not. Never would you worry about that idiot. Because if you did that, it meant you could feel more than just hate for him.

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One day in January, your thoughts trailed off once again during a particularly boring Potions lesson as you watched Malfoy from across the classroom.

“Y/N,” you friend whispered and nudged with your elbow.

“What?”, you asked when you snapped back into reality. She pointed to your teacher.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Slughorn called your name. “Is there a reason why you seem rather distracted today?”

You straightened your back immediately. Oops. “I’m sorry, Professor,” you apologized.

“Hmm,” he made. “Why don’t you come to the front and smell this potion for us. Did you hear Miss Grangers explanations?”

“Uhm, yes, sure,” you stammered and walked over to the cauldron.

Slughorn didn’t believe you. “What do you smell then, Miss Y/L/N?”

Slowly, you leaned forward and sniffed cautiously at the liquid. You frowned. “I can’t smell anything, Professor.”

Slughorn raised an eyebrow. “Please, try again. Be honest with us.”

Again, the same thing happened. As you leaned forward the overwhelming scent of an all too familiar cologne hit you and you wrinkled your nose. “I’m sorry,” you said when you got up, a little more annoyed now. “But I can’t smell anything when Malfoy stands so close. Seriously,” you looked in his direction. “Try using less cologne, it’s disgusting.”

The class was quiet for a few seconds. Malfoys eyes widened and his friends started to grin, while nudging him with their elbows. Then a few girls started to giggle. What was going on?!

“It’s Amortentia, Y/N,” Hermione whispered to you. “It shows your deepest desire.”

Oh.

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To say the rest of the lesson was anything less than a complete humiliation, would have been a lie. Everyone kept grinning at you, making sly remarks, no matter how hard Slughorn tried to get the students to concentrate.

Despite your embarrassment, the words didn’t leave your mind.

It shows your deepest desire.

Malfoy was supposed to be your deepest desire?! No, something must have gone wrong. It simply couldn’t be. Right?

When hours turned into days and days into months, the answer began to seem more and more blurry. Malfoy completely started to ignore you. A part of you was glad, at least he didn’t make fun of the incident. Another part however, slowly began to feel hurt by the way he was so distant all of the sudden. The utter hatred you had felt for years faded more and more and one night when you almost started to cry after he outright refused to work together with you on a Transfiguration project, you finally admitted to yourself: maybe you did feel something for him.

“Tell him,” your friend advised you when you told her in frustration. “It doesn’t matter how he reacts, it’ll end this whole charade and give you reason to move on. Tell him.”

You knew she was right – and so you did.

You left the common room, searching the whole castle for the Slytherin. It was weirdly quiet tonight. After about forty minutes you was on your way to the Astronomy Tower when suddenly you heard some commotion. Did someone scream? No, it was probably just Peeves again. Then you finally found Malfoy. He practically ran around the corner, bumping into you.

“I have to talk to you!”, you exclaimed, reaching for his arm when he wanted to pass you. When you finally got a glimpse of his expression, it made your blood freeze. Pure fear was written all over his face, there were tears on his cheeks.

“You have to leave!”, he hissed and pushed you into a dark corner.

“What no, what happened?”, you asked him anxiously.

“Leave and hide!”, he whispered, turning his head as if he was looking for something – or someone. “You can’t be here.”

“No, Malfoy, I have to –”

“No!”, he interrupted you. For the first time, he looked into your eyes and suddenly his voice softened. “I know. Amortentia.”

You swallowed hard.

“Now, leave, please,” he squeezed your arm. You hadn’t even realized he was still holding onto you. “They will kill you!”

Just the way he said this made you believe him. The temperatures seemed to have dropped a few degrees and a shiver ran down your spine. “Who will?”, you whispered.

He didn’t reply but turned his head when he heard footsteps coming from the Astronomy Tower. Someone was coming. Fast.

“It’s too late, stay hidden,” his voice trembled. “I will lead them into another direction.” With that, he took a step back. “We probably won’t see each other again but that’s not too bad, right? We could never stand each other anyways, right?”

Right?

You felt as if you were choking, yet no tears were starting to run down your cheeks. You were too confused, too scared. What was happening? All you wanted was … “I love you, idiot,” you croaked.

Malfoy began to walk backwards, more tears streaming down his face. His eyes kept glancing to the stairs. Whoever was coming down, had almost reached them. Then, right before he turned around he sent you a small smile filled with fear and desperation. “This can’t happen, Y/L/N.”

A loud laugh caused you to flinch and then a black-haired woman appeared, followed by a few men. With terror, you noticed the Dark Mark on her arm. She screamed something but you were too distraught to understand it.

“This way,” you heard Malfoy say. “It’s a shortcut.”

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cinnamoneve · 3 years

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𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

sel-couth \ ˈsel-ˌküth \ (adj.) - strange, unusual, rare; unfamiliar; marvellous, wondrous.

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: toru oikawa x fem!reader

❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slowburn, angst, pining, fluff. alcohol/intoxication. childhood friends to lovers, kinda an smau? idk. it's here and there to switch it up a bit. it’s also all lowercase LMAO

❆ 𝐰𝐜: 3.4k

❆ 𝐚/𝐧: started this series on a whim ♡ i have a lot of ideas of where i want it to go and i hope you’ll stick along for the ride. thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy ♡

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

realistically, love can find you wherever. like, on the one day you run out of your house in your pajamas just to pick up that something at the grocery store that you desperately needed. or, maybe it’s right when you need it, when you’re comfortable with loving yourself and you’re ready to share that with another soul. love’s constantly hiked up to be something dynamic, unexpected, and beautiful.

that’s not really how you ever saw it though.

in your opinion, love is stagnant, bland, and seemed to have it out for you. countless instances of unrequited love made your feelings run cold. you had seemed to run out of love quite a while ago. sometimes, in the dark of night, questions swirl around you as you’re trying to sleep the negative thoughts off.

“is it just me who’s unloveable?”

maybe i’m just using love as an excuse to distract myself. maybe focusing on another person will help me better myself.

sleep always seems to comfort you right as the negativity dam breaks and the thoughts spew. and by morning, it’s always pushed aside and forgotten. can’t remember what about love makes your blood boil, so you might as well just give up on searching for it. love is supposed to find you, right? or is that just another thing they say to make the lonely people feel less lonely?

another morning walking to school with your thoughts clouded like this. at this point, you’re practically on autopilot, walking to the station as you focus on having a mini therapy session with yourself in your mind. sounds of loafers running on the concrete snaps you out of it, and you turn around to meet your neighbor running towards you.

shit. what day was it?

“not even gonna wait for me, huh? someone’s eager to get to class today,” he says.

“sorry, oikawa, i can’t keep up with your schedule. i thought you had morning practice today!”

he slows his pace to match yours, his usual long strides cut short in an effort to not leave you behind.

“geez, we only have morning practices on tuesdays and thursdays! it’s been the same schedule for almost 3 years now, y/n”

“i know, i know, fingers crossed i get it down before we graduate,” you laugh.

“that’s not long at all!” he purposefully bumps you to the side and laughs. after a moment of silence, he wastes no time breaking it. “are you alright? you seem a little bit spacy.”

“i’m okay!” you assure him.

he tugs on the sleeve of your uniform.

“y/n. we’ve been friends for about 15 years. you think i don’t know when you’re lying to me?”

you just look up at him.

he can’t help but to crack a smile.

“you’re a horrible liar by the way,” he laughs.

“oh, give me a break,” you laugh back.

it gets quiet again. for a little too long. but this time, oikawa’s not going to break it. he did ask you a question, after all.

“I-i got turned down”

“you confessed?” he asks, voice softer.

“yeah, he just doesn’t have those same feelings for me”

“y/n, i’m really sorry”

“it’s okay! don’t say that like you pity me, ‘kawa, i’m practically already over it!”

“practically, huh?

“mmmmhm. i’m the blueprint”

“well alright miss blueprint, how about you come to mattsun’s party tonight?”

“i can’t,”

“...why not?”

“i have lots of... homework to do tonight”

“uh huh. y/n, it’s friday! we all got the day off from practice too! please just think about it, okay? i’m not gonna force you, ‘kay? but i really want you there.”

“well, when you put it like that, how could i resist?” you say, laughing. it was just a passing joke, after all.

blush creeps up on oikawa’s face and he looks in the opposite direction to hide it.

“no need to be so cruel, y/n~... just let me know by the end of the day, okay?”

“sure, i’ll let you know. pinkies!”

without sharing a glace, the two of you instinctively stick your pinkies up and lock them as if engrained in your very DNA to do so. not a word spoken, no eye contact made, and the conversation continues as you swipe in to catch your train.

the day crawls. you’re convinced time is moving against you as you count down the minutes till this class ends and the next boring one begins. as you stare blankly at the work in front of you during class, you wonder if the lie you told toru earlier was more-so to convince yourself rather than him. it wasn’t like you were totally heartbroken, no, the feeling came more in a wave of disappointment. towards yourself? towards the boy who rejected you? was it disappointment that you got shot down, or that you’d falsely gotten your hopes up?

god, your head was pounding from the mental berating.

on the break, you whip out your phone and text oikawa.

before you can type back, he playfully says “don’t bail on me!”

he knows you too well.

taking a detour on the walk home was nothing new, and truly nothing helped clear your mind better than walking through a different town and feeling like a different person. like most days, you’re alone, as your walking buddy has volleyball practice every day, and the days he doesn’t, complains about the long detour because his “legs need a break.” although he had off today, oikawa had to stay after school, because some first year wanted to confess to him when no one was in her classroom to witness it. mysterious, odd, but nothing new, and certainly not the weirdest way he’s been confessed to.

with all your strings of bad luck, you’re surprised that you’re not jealous of your childhood friend. straight A student, captain of the volleyball team, and equipped with looks to kill--everyone dotes upon oikawa like he put the sun in the sky.

and rightfully so. while putting it in the sky, it’s almost like he took a piece of it with him. one bright enough to shine on all the aspects of his life. to brighten his smile and eyes when he gets a service ace, to warm his laugh when you tell him the same joke he’s heard probably hundreds of times before, and to light up every room he goes into. he seems to just have enough to leave a little piece of that light with everyone who gets the pleasure of talking to him. no one lives in the shadows he casts.

oikawa’s much more like the sun than the being who put it up there, you think. things naturally gravitate towards him. people, good fortune, good opportunities. sometimes, you find yourself basking in the light that is toru oikawa. other days, you can only look on, squinting, hoping that its beauty doesn’t blind you.

he’s always been like this for as long as you remember. it’s hard to be jealous and mad at the person you wish the most blessings on. being his best friend is a heavy load to bear, when the facade breaks down at the end of the day, when the gentler light of the moon casts down on the earth with a certain melancholy. the sun cannot exist without the moon, like the confident, coy oikawa-san wouldn’t exist without the meticulous, insecure toru.

every so often, an eclipse brings the two together and they dance hand in hand, even if just for a moment.

secretly though, you wondered if oikawa was gonna accept the first year’s confession. not that it would matter, you’re not one to dictate feelings or certainly give advice on love, but you haven’t seen oikawa in love or in a relationship. you weren’t even sure if there was anyone that really caught his eye. rumors swirl around school of him having a girlfriend because of all the confessions he respectfully turns down, but you knew he wasn’t taken.

everytime the two of you talk about love and relationships, it’s only really your feelings. you guess you never really noticed it till now. he just usually brushes it off or changes the subject.

you decide to start heading home. the pit-like feeling in your stomach felt like excitement, but might’ve also been dread. mattsun’s parties usually go one of two ways: everything goes perfect and it’s super fun, or all hell breaks loose at once and is absolutely traumatizing. hoping for the former, but preparing for the latter was your specialty.

you got ready for the party in an empty house. your family went away for the weekend to visit family, but you were lucky enough to weasel out of it because they want you “to enjoy the last few weeks of your third year.”

after a half hour changing outfits, you finally decided on something just perfect. not too simple, not too over-the-top, and definitely ready for whatever the night throws at you.

at 7pm, nearly as the hand moves to the 12 on the clock, there’s a knock at the front door. you open the door to oikawa, who looks a little too polished for a party at mattsun’s.

“what’s with the glasses?” you ask.

“don’t they make me look cooler?”

“hm. more like a nerd i think. like, is this a party or japanese literature class?”

“always so honest, y/n.” he pouts, but takes them off and throws them inside. “ready?”

you laugh, and tousle his hair a bit to make it look a little bit more effortless. “yeah, let’s go”

mattsun greets you at the door, and hands you and oikawa a drink. iwaizumi is quick to greet the two of you, whispering something in oikawa’s ear that makes him blush and push the ace. with your mind already pretty beaten down, you decide drinking isn't in your cards tonight. luckily, for every drink you’re handed, oikawa’s right there to grab it from your hands and make sure it doesn’t go to waste.

mattsun’s party was going smoothly. almost suspiciously smoothly. honestly, nights like these make you glad you decided to come out. they make you proud that you’re able to do this for yourself, and for the people you care about. you don’t share a class with most of the third years that were there, so catching up over cheap liquor and lame drinking games while stone cold sober was free entertainment.

makki and mattsun remained the undefeated table champions of beer pong for the 4th party in a row, but everyone lost count when it was late into the night and it all starts to blend together. dancing and partying in a house with about 50 other people started to take its toll on you. you shuffle through the dancing bodies caked with sweat to make your way outside to the cool air.

sitting outside is oikawa, who is motionless as he watches the stars.

“‘kawa?”

“hm~?” he responds sluggishly.

heavy lids blink and meet yours.

“y/nnnnnn!!” he exclaims, talking slow, “where have you been?”

“i was inside dancing, are you okay?”

“yeah. i’m just- i’m just a little drunk right now”

“do you wanna go home?”

“...a little. i don’t feel well”

“okay, i’ll be right back, okay? stay here!”

“mmkay”

he goes back to looking up at the stars.

you shuffle back through the house and find mattsun, who seems totally sober, which you know is far from the truth. you yell over the blasting music that you’re taking oikawa home, and he gives you a thumbs up and motions for you to text him when you’re both safe. you nod, grab oikawa’s jacket on the couch, and head back outside.

oikawa is STILL looking at the stars. it’s very obvious he hasn’t moved since you left.

“ready to go ‘kawa?”

“mmmhm”

he slowly stands, pauses to catch his bearings, and then smiles at you as he walks towards you. the two of you walk towards the front, and he links his arm in yours. must be for added stability.

the walk home starts off quiet. the gentle rattle of crickets breaks the silence, and oikawa’s humming slowly gets more and more prominent.

he slows down.

“you okay? are we walking too fast?”

“y/n, i’m scared”

you look at him and hold onto his linked arm tightly, because you think he’s gonna start throwing up any moment.

“what are you talking about? what did you drink?”

“not that, i don’t think. just about the future”

“the future?”

“graduation is so close. i’m not exactly sure what my next move is. i know i’m still hungry for volleyball. i want to play. i want that security of knowing what comes next. i want to win again. i want to be a reliable captain again. it’s not even fully over and i’m caught up on it. i’m worried all my hard work is for nothing, and-”

“woah, oikawa, slow down. don’t to this to yourself right now. you know you’ll find a good fit. all these offers to play--one is sure to be the one right?”

the two of you sit on the sidewalk together, and he goes back to looking up at the stars. the moon is full. or so you thought. it seems a shadow is creeping up the side of it.

“what if i’m just a small fish in a big pond, y’know? what if i leave japan and i’m not ready for the change of pace and opponents?”

you pause for a moment, unsure of what to say next. you weren’t very knowledgeable in the field of volleyball. for all you knew, japan’s best volleyball players might not even hold a torch to the worst players of other countries.

“the only way to know is to go out there, yeah?”

oikawa’s eyes stay fixated on the stars. they seemed a little too wet for your liking.

“and the oikawa i know wouldn’t back down from that either. he’d put in the work to prove them wrong and then some.”

his eyes meet yours, and now you know for sure he’s crying.

the world around you gets dark. within minutes, the moon has turned into just a halo of its former self. a lunar eclipse. you can’t help but to look up in awe.

oikawa was always emotional when he had a few shots too many. it made it easy to tell how much alcohol he consumed. if he was telling everyone how much he loved them, he wasn’t too drunk. if the mask came off and he was opening up, he was very far gone.

he wipes his eyes and sniffling nose on his sleeve, too drunk to even care about the tears and snot on the cuff.

you two sit in silence as the moon slowly peeks out behind earth’s shadow.

“thanks,” he croaks out.

“what would you do without me?” you tease, elbowing him lightly.

he stares at the ground and doesn’t answer.

“do you wanna sleep by my house tonight? it’s empty,” you ask.

he nods.

you stand up and extend your hand to pull him up. upon doing so, he doesn’t let go of it. he probably just needs the comfort right now, so you don’t protest. the rest of the walk home is silent. his humming has stopped, and the crickets seem to have gone to bed. the only noise between the two of you is an occasional sniffle from oikawa.

you set oikawa up on the futon in your living room. now a little more sober, he lays flat on his back with his eyes closed as you bring him some blankets.

laying down a few inches next to him, you let out a long sigh before your curiosity gets the best of you.

“i never got to ask you, what happened with that first year today?”

“i turned her down,” he says calmly.

“hmm. oikawa-san the heartbreaker strikes again, huh?”

he hums lowly.

“no need for the name calling y/n. you’re not having much luck either in that department”

“hey!”

“just sayin’”

you pause. you’re not really sure how to word this next question without sounding judgmental.

“oikawa, why do you turn down every girl that confesses to you? are you secretly seeing some girl on the side?”

“huh? are you jealous, y/n?”

“i mean, that’s the rumor anyways, i was just wondering”

“hm. there is this one girl. we’re not dating, but i’ve liked her for years now”

“years? and oikawa-the-great hasn’t worked his charm on her?”

“believe me,” he laughs, “i’ve tried. i’m not sure if she’s deflecting it or she’s just dense,”

“oh, weird. her loss. i say just go for it head on”

you say that, but it feels insincere. for some reason, your heart hurts. you and oikawa have always been each other’s best friends. to think that there’s another girl in his life he shares his good news with, his lows, and hangs out with rubs you the wrong way. but you can’t exactly put a finger on it.

“how about you, y/n?”

“what about me? you know my story already,” you joke.

“i didn’t wanna say anything, but were you really into that last guy? i barely saw you two interact. i didn’t even know who he was.”

you look over at oikawa, and his eyes are still closed. his hands are resting blissfully on his stomach, almost like he’s a corpse.

you let out a sigh.

“i don't think i was, i think i was just convincing myself i was”

“why would you go through that effort?”

“do you ever think that you’re cursed?”

he peeks one eye open and looks at you, before closing it and looking straight up. his voice is deep, cracky, and groggy.

“can’t say i do.”

��sometimes i think i’m cursed. like i’m not allowed to be in love. and i want to be. i’ve tried so hard to manifest it, to attract it, to make myself more loveable. i just don’t know what i’m doing wrong.”

“y/n,” oikawa says, once again, not moving.

“mhm?”

“will you let me change your mind on that?”

“how do you plan on doing that?”

“by making you fall in love with me.”

wait. what? you giggle to mask your nervousness, but that only makes it more obvious.

“is the toru oikawa flirting with me right now”

he turns to look at you.

“god, y/n, you’re really dense, aren’t you?”

you stare back for what seems like ages.

he rolls his eyes and flips over.

“goodnight, y/n~”

“i-goodnight oikawa”

“you should call me toru every now and then” he mumbles.

you don’t even make it back up to your bed. you and oikawa lay on the futon together, but in separate worlds. growing more sober by the minute, oikawa begins to overthink and regret everything he said and did. he can’t decide whether he wants to flip over and apologize, or ask you to be his girlfriend right then and there.

you, on the other hand, were finally free of a night with negative thoughts. yes, your head was swirling, but in a new way. it felt like your piece had been found, and this had been what you were looking for. did oikawa just confess? why are you secretly elated about this? how long have you been repressing these feelings? how long has he been repressing these feelings?

god, you wanna flip over and ask him all these questions, and answer him right now.

slowly, you turn your body to meet his back. looking at him in this light feels so weird, but even the way his back muscles were stretched, and the way his hair curled so lightly at the ends made your heart clench.

wait. that’s not a new feeling. in fact, you know this feeling all too well. and it makes you excited, but fearful.

oikawa begins to shuffle, and you can tell he’s finally asleep now. you suppose your questions (and answer) can wait until morning. unsure of these resurfaced feelings, you begin to drift off to sleep, eager for the sun to once again warm you.

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ahundredtimesover · 3 years

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Friday Nights and Take-Out Drabble (3)

It’s not how I wanted to tell you but doesn’t mean I don’t mean it any less.

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: strangers to friends to lovers, popstar/idol!jk, fluff, angst, future smut; this is a dialogue-heavy series so read if you’re into that!

Warnings: foul language

Word count: 1,500 sorry

Series summary: You meet pop star/idol Jeon Jungkook at the cafe, you get close, and as Hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. But you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

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A/N: Fast forward to several months later with these two idiots-turned-lovebirds!

“Rock-paper-scissors! Winner decides if they want to choose the movie or the dinner tonight,” Jungkook says, right hand ready, bunny smile flashing through your phone screen.

You roll your eyes as you sit up from your upside-down position on the couch. “What are you, a child? Your game doesn’t even make sense.”

“Yes, your man-child boyfriend. And yes, it does. Now come on!” He urges you.

“Fine, only because you recognize yourself as such.”

He rolls his eyes this time.

He was late on the first try, making it not count. You usually go scissors after rock, which Jungkook knows - hence, why you often lose - but he didn’t this time.

“I win!” You say, surprised. “A bit rusty now, are we?” A smug look on your face. “We’re going with Winter Soldier tonight, babe,” you continue, his hopeful face turning into a disappointed one.

“But we watched Iron Man 2 the last time, shouldn’t we watch Iron Man 3 tonight?” He tries, towel wiping his sweaty face, their Friday night rehearsal having just ended. Months after the end of the tour, they’re still plenty busy and the month of February isn’t any different than the others.

Still, you’re happy with your arrangement. Regardless of how late they end on a Friday, Jungkook makes sure to come see you, with take-outs now a staple in your relationship. Until you both think you’re ready to go public, your little home is your little world for now.

“We’re not following any order, Kook. I win so I get to decide the movie. At least you get to choose dinner! I’m not particularly picky today. I just want me some Bucky,” you tease. He gives you a displeased look.

Something you’ve come to learn is that your jealous and competitive boyfriend will always try to one-up any person who gets your attention, regardless if they’re a fictional character or a real-life individual, regardless of gender too. He thinks he’s being subtle about it, which is the funny part, but Jungkook is anything but subtle. You’d mentioned one time how you liked Evan Rachel Wood’s undercut and he showed up 2 days later with his own undercut, in a bun. Do you like it? He’d asked later that night, lips all pouty. Safe to say it took all of you not to pounce on him the moment you saw him enter the bar.

“I just don’t like him because he did my man dirty,” he reasons. You respond with a laugh, “yeah, I hear you babe. It totally has nothing to do with me having a crush on him ”

“Baby, don’t tease me tonight, please. I’m tired and I miss you and I want to cuddle you in peace while we watch the definitely-not-best Marvel movie,” he pouts.

“Okay fine, we shall cuddle in peace, then if that’s what you want to do,” you give in, hearing the tiredness in his voice, and then bidding him goodbye.

If you didn’t miss him, you probably would’ve continued teasing him, but you do and you want nothing more than to have him next to you. It’s been two weeks since you’ve spent time together, after all.

Four months since you both got your head out of your asses and finally admitted your feelings to each other - and three since you told his agency, which was fortunately supportive - you and Jungkook have found your rhythm.

He’s still as busy, but nothing that video calls can’t solve, and still falls asleep on you over the phone after a long day at work, but you both always make time. He insists on spoiling you, despite knowing that a Chanel bracelet has got nothing on a whole strawberry shortcake, especially after a long day at work. You spoil him too in your own ways - buying him novelty items that remind you of him, stocking your pantry with his favorites, and of course, through kisses.

You didn’t think you could be this affectionate but you’ve long surprised yourself when it came to Jungkook. It seems as if every time you see him, you just want to shower his pretty little face with all the kisses you can possibly give. He enjoys this, partly for the fact that he likes seeing you be the needy one for a change and partly because, well it’s you and anything you give is more than enough for him. Except for an ‘I love you,’ though; somehow that isn’t part of the rhythm yet.

A little over an hour later, you hear the incessant knocking on your door and you jump from the couch. You open the door and take in how your boyfriend looks enveloped in his oversized black hoodie - hair damp, tired smile, but eyes still sparkling like the night sky. A shower of kisses later, you find yourselves on the floor, take-out food all but unwrapped.

He surprises you with your own favorites - ribeye steak and truffle pasta cooked by one of their chef friends who runs a restaurant that you definitely can’t afford, which also doesn’t do take-outs, to preserve food quality or something. But Jungkook, you’ve also learned, lives off of making you happy, and this is one of the ways that he, as he says, puts his stardom to “good use.”

You stare at him, eyes wide. “Babe, they gave us plates,” you say, confused and amused at the same time. “Food presentation or something, Chef Choi said,” he shrugs, but unable to help the smile on his face as your eyes scour the presentation on the table.

“We’ve been wanting to eat at his restaurant,” is all you say, still unable to process what he had done, not missing the extras included - cheese and artichoke dip and tomato soup. “These seem basic, are they even on the menu?”

He laughs. “Too basic to be on their menu, definitely, which is why he was able to whip them up,” he says proudly. “I just wanted to surprise you with something special.”

The twinkle in your eyes and the smile reaching them let him know he succeeded.

One bite into the steak and you feel like heaven. It has marbled well and tastes so scrumptious and tender, as if you’re having an orgasm in your mouth. It tastes expensive, too. You close your eyes and savor the flavor, juices spilling out with every movement of your mouth against the meat. You’ve never had steak this good, it actually makes you feel emotional.

“Fuck babe, this is so good I love you so much.”

Silence.

You open your eyes to see your boyfriend, mouth half parted, orbs even darker and rounder than you remember.

“Did you just tell me you love me… while eating steak?”

You cower on your side of the table, nervous at how he will take it. The words just slipped out of your mouth before you got to the next bite. It’s not that you don’t mean it; it’s because you do and want to at least tell him in a more romantic way than this. He’d survived practice until 10PM, made arrangements to get you a delectable dinner, and you tell him you love him like this - unfocused and unaware, prompted by food, of all things.

“Is that how much you love steak or how much you love me?” he asks, a smile slowly creeping up his face. “I was thinking maybe you’d say it while cuddling in bed or watching Crazy, Stupid, Love or even like, in the middle of sex or something but this… this is so unmistakbly you that I don’t think I can be more in love with you than I am this moment.” Now it’s his turn to look nervous.

You mirror his expression from earlier, senses suddenly heightened at what he’d just said.

“I…” he starts, unsure what to say next.

“I love you,” you repeat, unable to help the smile gracing your face. “It’s not how I wanted to tell you but doesn’t mean I mean it any less. But I do, for a while now,” you continue, hands playing with each other, teeth biting your lower lip.

“I love you,” he responds, suddenly calming your nerves. “I feel like I say it in my head too much that I’m scared you might just hear it,” he chuckles, eyes finding yours.

“Well, I’d like to hear it, everyday if possible,” you shyly smile. You becoming such a sap like this is a side-effect of dating Jungkook that you definitely don’t mind.

He easily pulls you by your waist and sandwiches you in between his legs, wrapping them around you and peppering your cheeks with kisses. He hugs you tightly and lays his chin on your shoulder. Nothing is better than this. He’s starting to think this is what he wants to come home to everyday. He lets the thought sink in; that’s a talk for another time.

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

part 4 || completed

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namelesswolffreak · 3 years

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"Boyfriends"

I've been working on this story concept for....3-4 years now and I've finally managed to work everything out to the point I'm confident in posting this little blurb of the main characters. So, I hope you enjoy and feel free to ask questions about them and their world.

Context: This takes place in a world of super powered people heavily inspired by MHA / Marvel / Miraculous. Waker (Way-kur) Atlas is Dare City's main hero who is put through quite a lot on a daily to weekly basis trying to beat the baddies and Cyrus Fauthrin is his infamous thief arch nemesis turned lover and best friend who causes trouble around the city just to get the Hero's attention.

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The melancholy of the day was waning on Waker as he patrolled the quiet streets of one of Dare’s many neighborhoods which was quite unusual considering every seven seconds a villain was after his head. The sun was barely above the clouds, no one was really awake yet and the only thing that accompanied him was his footsteps as he jumped, hopped and skipped to the next platform he summoned under his feet. He happened to be bounding over Lay Wind Park, the foxes fast asleep in their dens to his disappointment, but the Hero Monuments were still a sight to behold in the early sunrise as they shone with brilliance in what little light was filtering over the surrounding hillsides.

The wind blew past his frizzed locks as he stood above the park near a tree in the shade, expression steeled and focused as he watched for signs of trouble as he waited for a certain someone to arrive. Today was uneventful and rather slow, the kind of day Waker preferred if he were being honest. Heaven knew being bored all day was ten times better than returning home to the countless kitchen sink surgeries he’d have to do with worn needles and his mother’s thread pinching into his skin as he sewed up bloodied wounds full of shrapnel and debris. Much better. The birds were chirping a happy, lazy song as they flew by on the breeze and the distant hum of an awakening city filled the natural ambiance of cicadas and crickets quite nicely as he watched and waited. He dare let out a sigh as the scene took hold of him fully, a warmth washing over him that he hadn’t felt in the recent weeks.

Which wouldn’t be for long as the rustling of tree leaves and a “Boo!” have him falling off of his platforms and hurtling towards the ground with an embarrassingly shrill scream.

“Waker!” A concerned voice follows as a blue blur dives after him.

Ground spiraling as he falls, Waker braces for impact, too late to conjure any platforms beneath him to break the fall so, he readies himself, waiting for the hurt and pain that would surely follow with some scrapes and bruises…………...But it never comes. He unscrunches his eyes and removes his arms from his head to see a blue, sparkling light surrounding him.

Irritation and embarrassment take over him immediately.

His face turns a copious amount of red as he’s carefully scooped up in pale arms that hold him close and, humiliatingly enough, in bridal style. Oh god no, he curses mentally, murmuring a soft “No…” into his shield of arms. This was so not how he wanted to show up in front of his partner after their long and grueling few weeks of not being able to see each other outside of villain fights and breaks in between their testing week.

The sudden warmth of a chest presses against his side and the delicate rhythm of a frantic heart race beneath his one hand as the other quickly grabs for his cape to hide his strawberry cheeks. There was no way in hell he was letting ‘he knew who’ see him in such a state, there was no possible way he could let the witch-like thief catch him like this. A brave hero didn’t get scared or spooked by rustling leaves and the word boo! Absolutely absurd! Though a voice in the back of his mind said he already had.

“You are such a fucking clutz, I swear.” And a huge scaredy cat, the blue-clad ravenette doesn’t say aloud, but his tone implies anyways. “I should take you to my ballet classes sometime, maybe then you’d actually learn some balance.” The comment only makes him clutch the soft fabric tighter around himself.

He’s loathing the thought of unveiling himself now, but he knows he’s been caught, his normally stoic or serious persona now broken and practically burned away as he knows his cape isn’t doing much to hide his warm face or the tenseness of his grip. Plans to forever sink himself into a hole where nobody could possibly ever find him again after this mess are shortly abandoned for now and gaining courage Waker swallows the huge lump in his throat and tries to cleverly reply. “H-hey, what’s a-....What’s up, Witch Boy?” And he knows the intended playfulness doesn’t go through as he’s met with a narrowed glare.

The other isn’t amused. “Witch boy, really? Did I actually scare you that badly that you lost a couple of brain cells?”

“Shu-shut up, Cyrus!” He defends as this “Cyrus” just sighs at him, though his stare more sly than pointed now.

“Get out of that stupid thing so I can see your face.” He says with a tremble in his voice that Waker can definitely tell is laughter, the prick. “Or I’ll totally drop you again.” And like hell he will, Waker knows, but he takes the threat seriously nonetheless and loosens his grip on the cape just enough to see the Ravenette’s brilliant and ever playful smile.

For a moment Waker just stares and admires him, those brilliant blues sparkling, no, literally sparkling as he says something Waker doesn’t catch. The sun is framing his face so perfectly in the light, highlighting those perfectly red cheeks he would love to kiss every morning, and the slight upturn of his lips as he smiles down in reverence at him, and the slow flutter of his lashes that compliment his features nicely. Though braided off to the side Cyru’s hair never fails to make him look so ethereal as the gentle morning breeze brushes back his loose strands. Waker swears it looks like its made up of space itself when he lets it go during the night time, convincing himself he can see stars within the strands when he stands beneath the moonlight. It doesn’t take much to make the hero swoon regarding his partner nowadays. Daydreams of peaceful nights alone on the couch watching movies together after his nightmares keep him awake and alert run through his mind, or the times Cyrus has saved him from getting beaten to a pulp and they spent hours talking over stitching him back together about nothing at all, and every single time Cyrus has stuck up for him at school, reminding him of the warmth this person carries with them and all the love and affection he’s constantly showered in when they’re together. It’s strange how much Cyrus has changed over the past few months from raging emo to ride or die friend, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He doesn’t even try to stop the lofty sigh that escapes his lips as more dear memories cross his mind.

And Cyrus is all too quick to recognize that dumb look on his face.

“Oh, hell no!” Is the only warning he gets before being promptly dropped, this time no blue aura to save him from hitting the dirt below, landing with a thud. “Not this early in the morning!” Though Waker could have sworn Cyrus was sharing the same look with him not minutes prior.

“Ow! Why’d you drop me, asshole!?”

Cyrus cocks his hips as he floats there, his wide brimmed conical now covering his eyes in an intimidating manner, making him way more menacing than he should considering his current attire. “Oh please, don’t even act like you’re hiding that stupid look on your face, Idiot! I ain’t dealing with your whole sappy dappy act this early in the morning.”

By “sappy dappy” Waker knows exactly what he’s referring to and scowls accordingly. Apparently, holding hands and having morning cuddles while complimenting everything about Cyrus is considered sappy and lovingly disgusting. Well at least to some people, it’s called affection and admiration!

“It’s a look that means I like you, asswipe!” Waker shoots back, malice nowhere to be found in his tone though, barring more on playfulness.

“Do you think I’m in love with you or something!?”

And they then stand there -well float there- in silence, both looking each other in the eyes, narrowed brows testing the other to make the next move or say the next snappy comment. And for a moment it looks as if the words really have cut too deep, but Waker isn’t one to remain serious for long as his shoulders begin to shake, prompting the other to clutch his stomach and stifle a grin as their eyes water over with laughter.

“Oh, no, not me, I could never.” Waker quips, leaning back and hugging both his arms, not caring for the dirt now caking his suit. Cyrus is quick to come back with his own natural snark.

“Pfft, as if! Absolutely not. Me and you, the orange haired frizz ball who kicks my ass more than twice a week over that one time I stole a candy bar? You gotta be fucking with me!” He bellows, Waker taking note of the boy flipping upside down where he floats in the air, his face a contortion of joy and happiness as his ripped dress flows with the wind.

He finds the display rather adorable, recalling that such a thing only occurred by accident when the thief was getting emotional. His inept ability to control his powers never failed to amuse the Hero. The little wrinkle of his nose didn’t quiet his thoughtful admiration either as he blushed in between bouts of giggles.

"I wouldn't have time to be your lover anyways!"

“It’s only 6am, when can I admire my boyfriend so it fits within your busy schedule?”

And the laughter is immediately quieted, a heavy silence filling the air, even the crickets and cicadas falling victim to it. The world is waiting in bated breath as if listening to the drama unfold.

Waker holds in a breath. Oh shit, oh fuck, he really fucked it up this time! Way to go, Atlas, you really did a number on today!

…………

………….

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I just did-”

“It’s ok……” Cyrus breaths out, taking a long drag of air before finally finishing. “It’s….ok.” He manages to lower himself to the ground, dress falling at his sides, and crosses his arms in doing so. “We’re-I’m going to have to get used to it eventually.” He shrugs. “Right?”

There’s a weight to his words as Cyrus steps closer to the redhead that Waker recognizes near immediately. They’ve had this talk before, a talk that has led to a misunderstanding or two between them in the past and a verbal fight at that. The term “Boyfriend.” It was a touchy subject to say the least and while it had been a challenge for even Waker himself to start using it, it also seemed Cyrus was struggling to accept the lofty title. A long time ago before the two even met, the word had a different meaning to it for them both, but Waker had long since come to terms with it himself, but understood Cyrus’ hesitation in saying the word freely. He considered his next words carefully.

“I know you don’t exactly like the ter-”

“It’s not that I don’t like it Waker…..”

“I know, Cy, but.” Failing to put his thoughts into words Waker scrambles forward to catch Cyrus’ hands in his own, pecking each delicately, square on the knuckles, gauging his reaction whilst he does so. When Waker is met with a soft smile, he returns it, though his much softer and kinder in Cyrus’ eyes. “I shouldn’t have said it when you’re not ready. Just because I moved past it doesn’t mean you have.” Noticing his smile slipping he clumsily adds in, “And that’s ok! Really, it’s ok and I mean, and I love you and-uh, I get it and I mean I just say boyfriend because that’s what everyone else says, expects- wait no- I didn’t mean to phrase it like that uh-I don’t really get the need for a title for what we have anyways, like so dumb right!?”

Followed by more ridiculous rambling that has Cyrus covering his mouth trying not to giggle. It’s a nervous habit that has come to amuse the thief to no end. “And-it not like it means anything to us, its just there for other people so they know that um, we, us, you and I are an um item I guess wow that was cheesy and dumb and I am so sorry that you have to put up with me oh god I’m rambling and no, don’t look at me like that. I’m doing the thing again aren’t I-” Shaking with laughter again Cyrus has to put a hand on his shoulder to get him to shut up because he knows if he doesn’t Waker could go on well into the night and has before. It didn’t help that he could feel the tremble of the others fingers, realizing Waker was going to throw himself into an anxiety attack if he didn’t.

“Waker!” And Waker promptly closes his mouth, panic clear in his eyes that Cyrus quickly combats by brushing strands of orange out of his face and behind his ear. “Just take a deep breath.” And Waker does, following the instruction intently. “And let it out, slowly.” And Waker follows that too, looking that much calmer as Cyrus pulls him closer. “Slowly.” He rubs his thumbs over Waker’s hands. The trembling is still present, but less so. “There you go.” And doesn’t stop telling him to breath calmly until he feels Waker’s grip relax in his own.

Delicately and softly, each flyaway is combed back into place only to immediately pop out again, but Waker appreciates the sentiment anyways and Cyrus has no problem being given an excuse to keep combing through such lovely soft tufts. He loves the soft mane of fluff on his partner’s head that even since their first meeting has remained as untamed and wild as ever. -Such a shame he always ties it back when he’s on duty though- It just adds to the contrast between his actual self and hero persona, the sweet and endearing ball of anxiety vs the serious and battle ready hero of Dare city who couldn’t catch a break. And he wouldn’t be ashamed to admit to which one he preferred.

“You don’t need to tell me-er.” Waker quickly corrects, trying not to sound patronizing. “I don’t need you to explain yourself Cy. You-we don’t need to have a name if that’s what you want, that’s what I’m trying to say. Official or unofficial or whatever, I won’t treat you any different.”

“I know Waker. I…..I really want to call you that, just I-.......I just like what we have right now and-”

Waker just pecks him on the cheek quickly and pulls away to pat at a spot on the ground, looking longingly back up at him. A soundless “You don’t want to lose me.” goes unsaid as Cyrus complies, Waker taking the shorter one in his arms once more.

It wasn’t a matter of Cyrus being afraid to commit, though maybe it was, not even he was sure of what was going with himself anymore, but a fear that the wonderful friendship he’d built up with the hero would end or change or just not be the way it is now because they suddenly started calling each other boyfriends. He’s had it happen one too many times at this point, every one of his previous “boyfriends” changing everything once they started dating, acting as if kissing and romantic outings were supposed to be their only interactions from now on. They were no longer interested in the random silly things he found on the internet or just hanging out doing whatever, but were interested in using him, his body, parading him around and rubbing it in peoples faces, being denied having fun if it wasn’t their idea of “fun” and more. Cyrus' stomach curls remembering being ignored for weeks to months at a time because he wasn’t feeling up to being in bed with them or awkwardly sitting off to the side while his one boyfriend at the time showed him off to his friends and bragged. It was the same guy who he used to play videogames and eat cookies with on the weekends, talking about anything and everything…...It hurts him to realise there probably was never a friendship there to begin with. Just an elaborate ruse to get him into bed at some point.

And that was one thing Cyrus feared when they had held hands for the first time after awkwardly admitting to harboring feelings for each other after the high of a fight they were forced to join sides on. Never had the thief felt more relieved that his feelings were reciprocated, but also more scared that he had just ruined the one healthy relationship he managed to make in those many months spent together.

Cyrus removes his hat and huddles under Waker’s chin, placing his head right on his heart that gives out a steady, comforting rhythm and brightens when the taller of the two puts his head on him in return. No, Cyrus thinks, this is different.

A long silence falls between them as they cuddle in each other's arms, just watching the sun come up. Basking in each other’s presence, taking in the warmth of their bodies pressed together in this nice early morning, and relishing in the calm which was far and few in between with their double lives and they were thankful. There’s no need to exchange words now as a quiet understanding befalls them both.

It’s only after the sun seems to peak at the crest of the hillsides does Waker make himself heard again.

“Is that why you dropped me?” And Cyrus blinks for a quick second, processing the question before understanding and then playfulness cross his expression.

“No it’s because you’re a dunce.” He huffs. “And fucking heavy as hell.”

Waker chooses to ignore that last bit. “But I’m your dunce.” He boops his nose.

“Damn, straight you are.” And Cyrus retaliates with a kiss on his.

Boyfriend or just “friend who I like to kiss and hold hands with sometimes”, Waker loves him and Cyrus doesn’t doubt that for a second.

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Ivy - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

(YN) found herself growing restless after she finished reading her new book a few times over. She craved nothing more than to read more tales of love and romance and, if she was being completely honest, she wanted to see Michael from the bookstore again. She paced her room like a caged animal until she couldn’t stand it any longer and she asked Christine to again help her sneak out of the castle. When she made it into town, her presence was not as sensational as the first time, but she still made a beeline for the bookstore.

“Your Highness,” Michael bowed when he saw her walk in. “How can I help you today?”

“I believe I asked you to call me (YN),” she laughed lightly. “I loved the book you had recommended to me last time. It was so charming and the characters made me feel so hopeful and,” she sighed contentedly. “Do you have another?”

Michael smiled and nodded, leading her back to the shelves. “Yes, Your- (YN)," he caught himself. "This one is a tale of starcrossed lovers. It’s a bit sad, but I enjoyed it,” he said running his hand over the cover thoughtfully.

(YN) watched his fingers move over the gold inlay and she wondered what they’d feel like touching her. When she looked up at him, she realized that his right eye had a spot that was a different color, more brown than hazel like the rest. “I’ll take it, I trust your recommendation,” she blurted out when she realized she was staring.

He smiled back at her, holding her gaze for a moment before he nodded and returned to the counter. “I hope you’ll come back and tell me how you enjoyed it.”

She placed another gold coin on the counter and picked up the book. “I most certainly will, see you then!”

“Michael!” (YN) exclaimed as she strode into the store a few days later. “I want to have a word with you!”

He smiled sheepishly. “I take it you finished the book.”

“And I have never cried so hard in my life!”

“I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy it,” he replied.

“Didn’t enjoy it? I loved it!” She exclaimed it. “It was so beautifully written! The heartache was so real and tender! Oh, but I can only hope to love like that someday. Well, with a happier ending of course.”

Michael looked like he wanted to say something, but held back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you interested in another book?” He asked after a moment.

“I may reread that one again a few more times, but yes, I believe I would.”

“Did you want another love story, or maybe another genre?” He asked.

“Maybe an adventure story? With just a bit of romance, if you have it?” She replied.

Michael looked around thoughtfully. “I know just the one,” he said, turning to a shelf behind him, selecting a book larger than the previous two combined.

“Oh goodness, this will take me a while,” (YN) marveled. “You’re not trying to keep me away, are you?”

“No!” He blurted out. “I look forward to your visits.”

(YN) was surprised for a moment. “And I look forward to when I can visit,” she smiled and she could have sworn Michael was blushing a little.

After that day, (YN)’s trips to the bookstore became more frequent and started to last a little longer each time, as she enjoyed Michael’s company and was in no hurry to return to the castle just to be cooped up in her room, biding her time until she was to be married off as the running of the kingdom went on around her.

One day a few weeks later, (YN) walked into the shop, but Michael was not behind the counter. The smile faded from her face as she sighed in disappointment before starting to wander through the small shop. That’s when she noticed a ladder propped against the shelves. She’d never browsed the higher shelves before, so she gathered up her skirt and started to climb up to get a better look.

"(YN)!" Michael exclaimed as he came out from the back and rushed over. "Please be careful!"

"I'll be fine," she smiled down before grabbing an intriguing looking book. But with one hand on the railing, and the other clutching the book, her foot caught in her skirt and she slipped. (YN) let out a yelp as she fell, but two strong arms caught her before she could hit the ground.

"Thank you," she breathed as her heart hammered in her chest when she realized how close they were as he set her down safely on the ground.

"Of course," he replied with almost a whisper as he glanced down at her lips and then back up to her eyes as she held her breath.

Then the door to the shop opened and they both quickly stepped apart as a man walked in.

“Michael! How are you today!” He said warmly, as (YN) buried her nose in the book she’d retrieved.

“Ray! Good to see you. How can I help you today?”

“Is your brother in?”

“He should be in the workshop, follow me,” Michael said, leading the other man into the back of the shop. A while later he returned with a laugh. “Good, you’re still on the ground.”.

(YN) rolled her eyes as she placed the book on the counter. “I promise I will no longer use your ladder unsupervised, lest I fall and you are not there to catch me.”

“I’d always catch you,” he said softly, looking down.

“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes going wide.

“I’d hate for you to be injured in my store,” he said looking up.

“Oh, of course,” she nodded, but his previous statement kept echoing throughout her mind.

“I’ll be heading out now,” Ray said suddenly reemerging from the back room. “Your Highness,” he bowed before giving Michael a wave and heading out.

“I’m so used to you treating me like a normal customer here, I forget that someone would see me and remember my station,” (YN) said, shaking her head.

“I’ve always wondered what brought you into the store that first day? I hadn’t seen you in town until the day you walked in.”

“Oh, well I’m trying to learn more about the kingdom,” (YN) explained, half truthfully. “I realized I knew nothing about it other than what I could see over the castle walls and I wanted to know more.”

“Well, would you like to come to dinner with my family tonight?” He offered. “See how an average citizen lives.”

“That would be lovely! When should I arrive?”

“Around 6 pm.”

“I can’t wait,” she beamed.

Chapter 3

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The Most Convenient Escape | Jihoon Soulmate!AU (6)

⍟ Pairing: Jihoon x fem!reader

⍟ AU: Fantasy/ Soulmate AU

⍟ Genre: ANGST, SLOW BURN, fluff

⍟ Warnings: mentions of abuse, drinking, and sex

⍟ Word Count: 6.7k

⍟ Synopsis: For all your life, you have a deep disdain towards Soulmate Bonds, so much so that you are able to write opinions about it in a local newspaper. However, as life would have it, you wake up one day bonded to a person you hardly knew. Throwing in an investigation, annoying roommates, and a revolution looming just beneath the surface, you had to seek for the most convenient escape.

⍟ A/N: It’s been a while since I updated TMCE skskks sorry;;; i missed my drawing tablet so much, I just drew this whole time lmaooo but here you go~ something like a transition chapter!! hope you enjoy? :DD

⍟ Taglist: To those who commented on the previous chapter ;;w;; thank you so much!!! @minkwans, @ialamityo-o, @oprandomfeels, @haotheheckk, and @svt13roses!!! I always say this, but your comments and reactions really keep me going on;;;

HALF A MILLION MURMURS by Alex Fireflower

The Porta Persa Edition, November 2nd

To those divinely ordained by the people and the coin with Power and Authority:

Surely, in some way or another, it had not escaped any person of good conscience and fair moral character the plight which has befallen our fellow men—the Cilvekans—despite differences in and not limited to nationality and/or race; more so and I surely hope so, that it had not escaped the attentions of persons with great abundance in wealth and power such as yourselves.

Surely, in some way or another, you are not deaf to their pleas—gagged and maimed by a bill, now law, which was carefully crafted to entrap more than half a million people for whatever reason the Parliament has in its defense. These people who had a hand in making our trades grow, making our lives a little bit easier, making this nation prosper to its opulent glory of today—how easy, how convenient it is to leave them to the dust, to fend off on their own all the evils of Porta Persa. Certainly, it had touched your benevolent hearts that the very same people who sweep your marble floors, who wash your dirty ball gowns, who polish your diamond rings, are in need of your help—the very same people who had helped you in your daily lives. Yet even if they had not become a part of your lives in some way or another, surely, maybe, that the fact that Cilvekans are fellow human beings who move and act just like us would convince you that what had been brought unto them was a violation of their rights as human beings, rights which are rightfully bestowed to everyone on this Earth—Cilvekan, Porta Persan or whatnot.

Surely, in some way or another, you have come to an understanding that the creators of this bill had intentions way beyond the national security of this nation. Surely, it is indisputable, with all the abuse of power and discriminate arrests which happened in the course of a few days, that there is no way Porta Persa would attain national security in this manner; but rather, had only caused chaos and anger among the population. How can one, who had held himself with high regard in the face of god and the heavens, be so blissfully ignorant to these people who had been abused and indiscriminately arrested in the middle of the night for various reasons the Royal Guard had come up with as they spin their wee little roulette of crimes and violations? How can we, as human beings, rationalize our inaction and ignorance of this issue with a mentality that “if this does not happen to us in front of our very eyes, therefore, it does not exist”? Of course there is no reason for it to happen on your graciously manicured courtyard because the gold coin had given you the privilege to grab the laws of this land by the neck and turn it to your favor.

Surely, surely, and I do hope so that beyond the loud voices in your head screaming at you that there is no need to help, that the problem is simply perceived by the victims, that this issue does not affect you in any way possible—I hope that you are able to hear the half million murmurs of Cilvekan voices stranded in our ports and stations, banished from their jobs and separated from their families. I hope that you are all able to hear whispers calling out to the warm compassion that is hopefully still inside of your hearts.

As more than half a million Cilvekans congest our ports and stations—sent back to an ironically unfamiliar country with almost no possessions; inside our jails and police stations, tortured to admit a sin they had never committed—let us not ignore their cries of help. Whether or not they had aided us in our lives before, they are still human beings just like us, who need the same rights as we do. Let’s listen to the murmurs of half a million…

◇

“Your girlfriend sure is livid.”

Yoon Jeonghan, in his platinum blond hair and rather sleepy eyes, said as he tossed the newspaper on the marble garden table. The Minister for the Culture and the Arts was finally present in the meeting, though still in Joshua Hong’s grey pavilion in the middle of his rose garden and still drinking freshly brewed coffee.

“She’s not my girlfriend, and I am very much assured that she is unaware of our soulmate bond,” Jihoon groaned as he massaged his temples, the hangover gradually diminishing with the help of a hangover potion you had forced him to bring along. “How many times do I have to reiterate this?”

“Someone sure is a rainy cloud today, what do you reckon, Minister of Foreign Affairs?” Jeonghan remarked as he received a cup of coffee from Joshua, who had only laughed at his friend’s comment.

“It’s your fault for not coming by lately. You missed out a lot.”

“Did I?” The other smirked, and then looked around, “Oh? It seems our adorable general isn’t here yet?”

“Seungcheol told me he wouldn’t be joining us today,” Joshua informed him primly as he finally sat on his own seat with a cup on his hands. “And for reasons you all already know, unfortunately.”

“What about you though? Aren’t you having a terribly marvelous time trying to deport all these people?” Jihoon asked, his eyes cold and a tad bit exhausted.

“That’s the immigration’s responsibility, not ours. Though drafting an explanation to the Cilvekan government as to why there are half a million people to be deported back to their country isn’t a walk in the park either.”

Jihoon grunted, to which Jeonghan only smiled.

“I’m having trouble with this as well. Several valuable artists living in Porta Persa are in danger of being deported which isn’t in any way favorable in my position. I wouldn’t want to lose Wen Junhui and Xu Minghao in the middle of their own respective careers,” Jeonghan added in a playful tone despite the severity of his situation.

“And just when I was finally able to acquire some tickets to Wen Junhui’s play!” Joshua remarked with a slight scowl, annoyed that his tickets would probably become mere pieces of worthless colored paper.

“Tough luck for all of us, huh?” Jihoon remarked as he pressed down the bridge of his nose, the smell of the decaying rose petals around him was making him nauseous.

As the wind blew across the wide rose garden, a companionable silence enveloped the three of them. While they seemed to be so lighthearted, they all knew the situation was a lot worse than they had feared.

“Is there any way we could reverse this decision?” Jeonghan finally asked.

“If there was, I would’ve done it already. Not to mention how much political power I’ve lost because of this,” Jihoon replied, thumbing on the cork of the potion he was holding. "If not for the laws of this land, I would've wrung Kang's neck by now."

“Seems like your plans on running for Prime Minister is thrown out of the window,” Jeonghan continued to which Jihoon only gave him a cynical look.

“I would continue if I was crazy enough,” he answered with a snort. “Look, there’s really not much I could do as of the moment. The Conservatives are probably holding the biggest victory party of their lives at the seaports, herding off Cilvekans inside cargo ships like cattle, and it’s so frustrating how I could only watch them do what they want.”

“What about going to your grandfather then?” Joshua suggested and Jihoon stilled for a moment before aggressively shaking his head.

“No, no, no. Absolutely not,” he replied with a hint of panic in his eyes. “Not in a million years.”

“Why not?” Jeonghan asked. “He’s still a powerful man after retiring as Prime Minister years ago. Who knows, maybe he has some useful connections.”

“You guys already know why not,” Jihoon responded with a snarl. “There is certainly no way I would return to Santaragossa considering the state of my soulmate bond.”

“Ah, that,” the two men eventually nodded in understanding as they remembered why Jihoon was hesitant to go.

“But maybe this is the right time to tell Y/N that your soulmates,” Joshua was the first one who remarked. “You could bring her along and tell her the truth.”

To that comment, Jihoon only gave an incredulous look. “Please don’t give me any more of these suicidal suggestions, Joshua. You already know that’s not going to work.”

“But you could at least try?” Jeonghan offered. “I mean, Porta Persa is only an inch short of imploding, and we could be headless in a month's time if this escalates rapidly, so what does a lover's quarrel mean in the face of a civil war?”

As soon as he had heard Jeonghan’s words, the dark haired male simply sighed and leaned against the chair he was sitting on. He just can’t believe he was considering this. Returning to Santaragossa could be another mess he wished he had never signed up for, much like the current situation with the Cilvekans. But he knew that if he really wanted to act on the benefit of the greater good, a worthy sacrifice is already a given. What even is a falling out with his soulmate to a half a million people who are more or less starving and afraid?

Jihoon sighed again. Things are spiraling out of control.

“I’ll think about it.”

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A few weeks later. November 25th

“Oh god, I almost strangled the bastard if you guys weren’t there!”

It was already late in the morning when the three of you entered Wonwoo’s dorm room in a weirdly tense mood; a mood that was emphasized by the fact that the political atmosphere in Porta Persa was rigidly discordant all throughout the past few weeks. As active journalists, it had of course affected you three.

“I might have bitten his head off twice too,” you were fuming as much as Soonyoung was, tossing your heavy leather bag on the bed which you sat on as well with an exhausted huff.

The only calming force in the room was Jeon Wonwoo, who simply sighed and dropped most of his things on a wooden desk carpeted with heavy tomes of Magical Law. Yet despite is fair countenance, it doesn’t mean he wasn’t exasperated by everything that was happening.

Today, the three of you were scheduled to interview a staunch advocate of the recently passed travel restrictions and border control measures, and to say the least, it did go well, yet at the expense of everyone’s tempers.

“Just—how can someone be so ignorant of this situation?!” you exclaimed as you let yourself fall on the bed, your arms held high in the air. “I-I mean, the ports where Cilvekans had been crowding for days now is just a five-minute walk from his stupidly large mansion! Can’t they see anything?!”

“Not only that! Not only that, goddamn it!” Soonyoung added, furiously pacing around the room. “He even has the gall to question why Y/N was there! Y/N! One of Porta Persa’s best editors! What kind of question is that? Are girls not allowed to do anything anymore? I just wanted to punch that guy’s beer belly!”

“That was really insulting,” you remarked, your voice much quieter now.

Soonyoung groaned-screamed, pushing Wonwoo’s wooden chair before stalking towards the wall and punching it hard. The wall was of course rock solid but Soonyoung’s knuckles were now red and in pain, yet it didn’t really matter. If he hasn’t done anything, chances are he might explode in his place then and there.

Wonwoo only watched, leaning against his desk, as the two of you blew off steam by ranting and just being generally loud, yet in his mind, wheels were turning.

“You know what else is concerning?” Wonwoo spoke, his voice as soft as a mutter yet it was enough to get the attention of everyone. “It’s not only the wealthy who are fine with this as what we might’ve expected, but also some of the upper and lower middle class people.”

You and Soonyoung immediately exchange glances, their eyes glinting with curiosity. So Wonwoo continued on.

“I’ve checked all the interviews we conducted since last week and though they differ in motives, they generally have no problem with this law. The rich are basically ignorant and indifferent. To them, this law is just like all the other laws of Porta Persa. For the middle class citizens however, they saw Cilvekans as an adversary—someone who would steal their jobs and opportunities.”

“Like, ‘why are these people getting rich while I, a true blooded Porta Persan is struggling to get a job?’” you asked, to which Wonwoo nodded.

“So a ‘good riddance’ thing, huh?” Soonyoung bobbed his head up and down in realization, his anger already half abated.

“Precisely. This is why this whole situation is largely divisive. There are people who care about it, but there are also a lot of people who are more than happy that this happened,” the bespectacled boy replied, adjusting his glasses.

“Ain’t that depressing,” Soonyoung grumbled, finally plopping on the plush armchair by the fireplace. “Has anybody started a petition yet?”

“Lee Jihoon already beat you to the chase,” you commented casually. “He’s been busy gathering signatures from prominent people to junk the law, but so far I think he hasn’t really filled his quota yet, right Wonwoo?”

“Yes, I reckon he needs even more powerful people, like someone closely connected to the monarchy or someone with a really huge reputation,” Wonwoo replied, folding his arms over his chest.

“Who else is even more powerful than Lee Jihoon? Even he can’t stop that bill from becoming law,” Soonyoung inserted, now much more cynical because of all the frustration that had built up.

You only shrugged. “We don’t know. At any case, we must continue this responsibility we imposed upon ourselves. Let justice be done though the heavens fall.”

“Indeed,” Wonwoo replied before straightening himself up. “In that case, I suppose it’s time we inspect those documents we found a few weeks ago.”

“Oh, yeah! I almost forgot about them!” Soonyoung remarked, turning as he watched Wonwoo walk pass him and to a hidden safe behind the bookcase where he kept it secure. “We were so preoccupied with all the interviews that we didn’t have time to look at them.”

“I do hope we get something out of those,” you said, standing up from your place on the bed and walked to the round wooden table where Wonwoo had placed the documents.

Gathering round and seated comfortably, the three of you began to carefully examine the documents like an efficient production line.

Wonwoo was assigned to the actual semantics of the documents, inspecting everything word per word and whether or not they mean something else other than what was thought at first glance. Soonyoung on the other hand was in charge of looking into those which contained shipping and trading information—he may not be the brightest of you three but he has trading experience all throughout his life which was more than what you and Wonwoo could do. Finally, you had the task of doing the final inspection, to see if the Soonyoung and Wonwoo had missed anything.

Yet despite all these efforts, even after five hours of perusing the said documents, in the end they all turned out to be rather boring pieces of yellowed paper.

“And here I thought we were going to find something phenomenal…”

Soonyoung was pouting, now more than exhausted as he slumped sulkily on his chair. You and Wonwoo were no different, as you sat silently on your places around the table with long faces.

“I guess we effectively wasted most of our afternoon,” you remarked, standing up to stretch your stiff muscles.

“I couldn’t agree enough,” Wonwoo snorted, “That novelty shop was phony from the beginning.”

“Well, what’s done is done,” Soonyoung exclaimed, also standing up to walk around the room. “And oh, speaking of that shop, the fortune teller asked us to give something to you, Y/N. Wait here for a moment while I run to my room!”

Without waiting for you to reply, Soonyoung already dashed out of the door and to the hallway, leaving both you and Wonwoo to exchange curious glances.

“You know something about that?” You asked him.

Your friend shrugged, “You left so suddenly that day and then everything was so hectic right after that we forgot to tell you about it.”

Understanding the situation, you simply sighed and waited for Soonyoung to return, which wasn’t that long since he was already back before you could even form any thoughts on what Madam Adora had left for you.

“I’m back!” he exclaimed, on his hands a small black box that seemed to resemble a box for a ring. “Here you go, Y/N!”

With that said, Soonyoung placed it on top of the table which you walked towards to see what it was inside. You turned it over and heard a small dull thud, giving the impression that there was a small object inside.

“Did you peek?” You asked him, seating back on your chair and taking a closer inspection at the object.

“What? Of course not!” He denied, which you deemed was true, considering that the seal on the opening was still intact. You smirked at him, revealing the fact that you were only kidding around.

“Well, let’s see what this is.”

Breaking the seal, you opened the box while the two onlookers peered curiously behind you. The climactic tension in the air rose dramatically as the three of you became increasingly intrigued by the contents of the box.

“It’s…” Soonyoung narrated, his eyes glistening at first but then faltered after realizing what it was, “It’s just a coin.”

Inside the box, nestled on maroon red velvet was a mere gold coin—one which Porta Persa uses as currency—the Dossimer.

You held it up between your fingers, studying it as closely as you could with eyes filled with bewilderment. Eventually, you made a nod.

“Yes, it’s just dossimer.”

Wonwoo sighed. “This day seems to be filled with anticlimaxes.”

“I guess that’s life for you,” you replied, shrugging. “Though I’m not that sure why she would give this to me. It’s not like I lack money or anything.”

“I’m as bewildered as you,” Wonwoo remarked, again adjusting his slipping glasses.

Huffing, you placed the coin on the table harshly, cluttering loudly across Wonwoo’s room. “Fate sure is playing tricks with us, and I’m not liking it.”

“Yet what else can we do?” Soonyoung asked. “We’re at a stalemate now. The investigation is going nowhere, the Cilvekan situation is worsening, and we might be persecuted by the monarchy at any time.”

Wonwoo simply sighed. “Indeed, nothing seems to be moving right now, but we still have to do something, no matter how little they are. It will have a rippling effect all over Porta Persa.”

While the two were bickering, you had unintentionally blocked them out, focusing only on the gold coin on the table, atop the documents you had inspected, wondering over and over again why it was on your hands.

“Are you suggesting we run away then? Run to the mountains of god knows where—“

Wonwoo had raised his voice already, further proof that the argument was getting heated, yet despite that, you paid no heed. Instead, you continued to stare at the coin, still tossing and turning ideas in your head.

The more you gazed at it, the more you felt like you were beginning to imagine things. The coin was glowing with a golden light around it, and while magic isn’t something odd, the fact that the coin was shimmering was definitely out of the ordinary.

Blinking several times, you tried to shook the hallucinations away yet the glowing continued and had now spread over the papers underneath it. You were sure you hadn’t drunk anything weird that day, or maybe it was the fatigue—but fatigue doesn’t really make things glow in front of your very eyes.

Funnily enough, it took you a moment to realize that none of what you had thought of was the truth, and strangely enough, the coin was actually and most definitely glowing.

“Um…guys…” you muttered, pulling on their sleeves as they were already about to pounce on each other. “I’m not imagining that the coin is glowing, right?”

Your words immediately stopped the two of them from their tracks and immediately turn their attentions to the coin on the table. Astonished as you were, they only gazed at it in confusion.

“It’s really…glowing,” Soonyoung remarked, his hands about to touch it.

“Wait—! Don’t go near, Soonyoung,” Wonwoo warned as he fetched a fountain pen on his desk to poke the coin with.

“Isn’t that as dangerous as well?” you asked him, wanting him to reconsider his course of action.

“It’s fine, I’m not directly touching it.”

With a sigh of forfeit, you only watched as Wonwoo moved the coin with nothing much of a reaction other than the bright white glowing.

“It seems to be making the papers glow as well,” he observed, moving his body around it to see all sides.

“Not all the papers. Just that one,” you corrected him since you were seated next to it on the table and had a better viewpoint. “Could you guys get that?”

Without anyone prompting him, Soonyoung snatched the paper from the table and looked at it with a rather confused look on his face.

“What is it?” you asked, turning to him with an expectant look.

“Not to add on our several disappointments today but these are just some shipping routes. I checked this earlier, you checked it again after, and we found nothing. And oh, it stopped glowing.”

“Wait! Why don’t we place the coin over it and see if it glows again?” Wonwoo this time suggested, pocketing his fountain pen, and then continued speaking after seeing the look of hesitance on your expressions. “And the coin is clearly safe, other than the fact that it’s, you know…glowing.”

“You pick it up then,” you instructed as Sonyoung returned the map of the shipping routes on table and laid it there flat.

“Fine,” he conceded sulkily and took the coin from where it sat and placed it over the parchment.

Amazingly, the paper did start glowing again, making the map invisible and then forming scribbles of white glow on the paper. The three of you crowded in front of it, trying to assess what you had discovered.

Soonyoung sighed. “I still don’t know what it is.”

“I’m as clueless too,” you added before stepping away.

“That’s a geass.”

The both of you turned to Wonwoo who was still scrutinizing it with meticulousness.

“I hope you’d care to explain?” you asked, walking to the place beside him.

Wonwoo closed his eyes and adjusted his glasses.

“It’s actually pretty rare. But basically, a geass is an agreement. However, it’s a thousand times more powerful than your ordinary paper and ink contract. It binds parties through magic which makes it unbreakable. If anyone attempts to do so, they will be met by a horrific death.”

“That’s nasty,” Soonyoung remarked with a scrunch on the nose.

“Indeed it is. Which is why nobody really attempts to seal agreements using geasses anymore because it binds for life. You only reserve it for incredibly important things. You could consider the soulmate bond as a form of geass made between two people.”

“Two unconsenting people, you mean?” You added, making a terse glanced at Wonwoo.

“Yes, right. So in this case,” Wonwoo continued, picking up the paper but making sure the coin is still in contact with it. “What we have here is a geass made between the Gestalts and…one Gustav Lemaire.”

“Hey, isn’t that the same judge?” Soonyoung called out, his brows knitting with intrigue. “You know, the one who dismissed the tax evasion case of Luce Trading? His name really fits the corrupt judge image so it stuck with me.”

“That’s novel,” you remarked with playful snide. “But anyway, if it’s between the Gestalts and the judge, then is this some kind of settlement?”

“It kind of is,” Wonwoo replied, as he read the script with narrowed eyes. “It says here…”

“It says what?” you asked, impatient.

“Give me a moment. It’s written in archaic script and I haven’t really mastered it yet,” Wonwoo said, still hunched over the document. “So, it says here that in exchange for the dismissal of the case as well as increased support for Luce Trading, the Gestalts agreed to…to illegally smuggle in Cilvekans into Porta Persa…”

Wonwoo turned his gaze back at you and Soonyoung as if he had realized something. His eyes were blank and his lips ajar as he uttered the same last words he had said like a whispered chant—clearly, it was a huge epiphany.

“I think we might’ve ran into something much bigger than we had expected.”

◇

Dusk was already settling on the horizon when you were able to return to your gaudy dorm room; painting the marble white walls in a gradient of pink skies and sunset orange. You hesitated before turning the doorknob which usually led to the common room—wondering if Lee Jihoon went back earlier than usual, and what you were going to do about it considering what had happened a few weeks ago.

There was really nothing left to say.

You shook those thoughts away and just braced yourself for the unforeseen. It made no sense to overthink situations which happened weeks ago. Lee Jihoon’s presence in the dorm was pretty much lacking ever since the whole Cilvekan issue had blown up. He might’ve forgotten it already and it made you look ridiculous being so hung up over it.

Unsurprisingly, the common room was empty and you only sighed at your dramatics. You thought something had changed between you and Jihoon that night, but it seemed like it was only your imagination. The dorm was as empty as when you had first arrived a few months ago.

With an innocuous shrug, you stepped away from the doorway and went for the dinner table. The suppressant you had drank from last night was wearing off and you needed another dose before that invasive voice in your head starts speaking again. You were glad that your body had finally developed a tolerance to the painful side effects of the suppressants, or else, people would’ve easily noticed how much pain you were trying to conceal.

Opening your pack of alchemical compounds and ingredients, you took a transparent olive green bottle and swirled it around to agitate the particles that had settled to the bottom. Removing the cork, you took a whiff of the godawful scent and simply prepared yourself for the equally rancid taste. Before you could though, you…hesitated.

Hm?

You looked down on the bottle you were holding, the solution inside swirling as much as your mind was. Why were you hesitating? What was stopping you from taking another dose from the same suppressant you had been drinking for the past month? It was strange. Truly strange that you were making a decision over such a simple task that you had done over and over again for the past few months.

Didn’t you want to block that voice? Didn’t you want to prevent yourself from hurting that’s why you’re doing this? Then why are you hesitating? What’s stopping you from drinking?

“I feel heavy…”

You muttered softly as if any more weight in your voice could make it more unbearable. It was indeed strange—every time you decided to drink it, the heavier your heart becomes as if some parts of it were slowly turning into ice. You felt guilty for something; felt sorry for something you had no idea of. Could it be that you were actually feeling remorseful for the things you’ve done to your soulmate?

Gazing at the bottle one more time, you only felt more sick and grossed out; your stomach belching. It was like the dark liquid inside was a direct representation of all the hate and cold heartedness brewing inside your heart, and you didn’t like how it looked. It felt like some kind of cruel karma finally hitting you back.

Please don’t leave me…

A voice echoed in your head. You instantly panicked, afraid that it was really your soulmate, but it wasn’t. It was Jihoon’s voice. Jihoon wasn’t your soulmate.

Please don’t reject me. I’m sorry…

You didn’t know how to describe the pressure, the pain wringing your heart. It was excruciating. You felt sick. The look on Jihoon’s face that night was all your mind’s eye could see; the way he pleaded for you to stay by his side; the way he held you tightly between his arms as if you were going to slip away at any second. It was like you had caused him direct pain even if you didn’t know how or why.

“Jihoon…”

Your eyes wandered to the bottle in your hands again, but this time you stuck the cork back in, sealing it away for now. Whether or not you’ll stop taking them was a decision you weren’t ready to make. For now, it was best not to tempt karma.

Before you could utter another word however, you heard the main door open and you hurriedly cleaned up your mess on the table. You placed the green bottle in its usual place, glancing at it with thoughts in your head, before dismissing them altogether.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you’d be here,” a familiar voice echoed across the room, making you turn in an instant.

Jihoon was still clad in his formal attire—an all-black suit that made him look like he was going to a funeral. He had been busy running around gathering support for the petition he was championing and it had truly been an exhausting day. He had just finished hanging his coat over the sofa when you averted your attention to him.

“I—well, this is also my dorm so…” you awkwardly replied, your hands gesturing wildly.

“Ah, right, right. Sorry,” Jihoon replied, now a bit embarrassed of his rather obvious observation before he decided to walk away from you.

Considering his usual attitude, you assumed that he would immediately march his way towards his room and lock himself away from the outside world. However, the fact that he was still in the common room, pacing back and forth like some anxious teenager, debating internally if he wanted this or that remain, hinting that he was not done yet.

“Jihoon…?” You asked, slightly worried about him.

“I—“ he began, then wavered, his mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. It was embarrassing, but he just couldn’t find the courage to say what he wanted to say. Not after the fact that he had cried in front of you that night.

“Are…are you ok?” Your brows were furrowed, now wondering what was the matter with him. “I can make some basic potions—“

“No! No, I’m fine. I’m fine,” Jihoon interrupted and then pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “It’s just, well…you remember a few weeks ago when I got drunk? I realized I haven’t thanked you yet and I just wanted to make it up to you and well…”

Upon hearing his words, you immediately raised your brows in surprise. This was definitely not what you had expected.

“No, it’s ok! You don’t have to thank me!” you replied, now a tad bit embarrassed as well, as you gave him a small smile.

“But I want to,” he said with the usual firmness in his voice, glad that it was back. “And despite being roommates, we never had the chance to get to know each other better.”

“Oh,” was the only thing you could say at that time. He had a point though—you both were partners back in that stupid ball, plus he had seen your breakdown before and you had already seen him crying. You both should just call it quits and end the not-so ‘indifferent’ relationship you had between the two of you.

“Maybe we could have dinner together…?” Jihoon asked tentatively as he checked his pocket watch. “I know a place you might like.”

“Out-outside?” You asked, wholly astonished by how fast things had turned out. “I-uh…”

Honestly, there was no harm in having dinner with your roommate. You already live virtually together, so what’s a small dinner to the both of you anyway? And for some deeper reason, you wanted to indulge him. Maybe because you felt sorry for him that night, maybe you had grown fond of him over time, you don’t know. You weren’t sure. Maybe something did change that night.

“Only if you want to, of course. We can eat here as well—“

“It’s fine, Jihoon,” you interrupted, fiddling with your fingers because you couldn’t bear to look at him, especially with how fast your heart was racing. “Let’s have dinner together.”

◇

It was a rather lovely night outside.

The skies were dark and the moon and stars were twinkling brightly underneath you. Yet what caught your attention the most was where Jihoon had taken you for dinner.

Lanterns of various colors lit up above you, hanging on string and bathing the whole area in a warm and vibrant glow. There was live music as bands strum their mandolins and played their fiddles, creating an ambiance of celebration and vivid colors.

A lot of people had gathered in the area, raucous laughter and loud chatting could be heard from everywhere. All of these placed next to a cliff side which had the best view of Porta Persa at night; the lights from houses and street lamps shimmering against the dark backdrop of the port city like distant stars high above the night sky. It was truly a sight to behold, especially when things had gotten tense and gloomy lately.

“It’s a night market,” Jihoon explained, still clad in his all black attire though he had removed his tie and unbuttoned the first two on his shirt. “Since the ports are where most tourists enter Porta Persa, we coordinated with all the local governments in the country and established a night market to boast the different cuisines found in Porta Persa.”

Your eyes were still filled by the sights while Jihoon began talking, yet despite that, you were listening to him intently, and his explanation just made you explode with amazement.

“Oh wow! Really? That’s actually quite ingenious!” You exclaimed with a bright smile, turning to him as you both walked around to check the stalls. “We should definitely feature this in the Edition! Look at what most people are missing out!”

Jihoon made a small smile at your comment, watching as you checked every single food stall for something you haven’t seen yet. He liked it when you were just having fun, unbothered by the problems of the world—just genuinely at the moment, smiling and laughing in front of him. If you could stay like that, he felt like he was at peace.

“Look Jihoon!” you called out to him excitedly, on your hands was a grilled fish on a stick. “This is a delicacy from the Oihe region! They would soak the fish for a month in Rejhu juice, which is a fruit only found there that has impressive preservation properties, and then grill it! It could go on for several months which is perfect for the region’s harsh cold climate. That’s what the lady told me though.”

“I haven’t tried that yet,” he remarked, and then smirked, “Maybe I’ll take some from your share.”

“Eh…but this is mine,” you pursed your lips and turned your head. “You go buy your own.”

Acting like a petulant child, Jihoon couldn’t help but chuckle at your antics, much to your chagrin. With an irate expression, you looked at him, who was covering half of his face with his hand as he laughed—you didn’t really appreciate being laughed at.

“What’s the matter?” you asked with your eyebrows knitting, your hands on your waist.

“No, no, I’m sorry,” he replied, still in his laughing fit which eventually subsided into a smirk in a few moments. “I just—I never expected you to act like this at all.”

“Act?” you leaned your head to the side in bewilderment. “But I’m always like this.”

“I always thought you were the serious type, you know,” Jihoon explained, his lips curving; his eyes glistening against the vivid golden lights up above you. “I just never anticipated you could be so adorably childish as well.”

“Adorably childish?!” you repeated, now a bit flustered that you had been acting that way the whole time. “That—that was never my intention!”

Jihoon only smiled at you and patted your head gently. “It’s okay. I like it.”

You couldn’t muster a reply to that comment because of how heated your face had become. No one really complimented you like that, and above all, it was Lee Jihoon who did it—the same person you were rather indifferent four months ago.

“Come on, let’s go have some dinner,” he simply said without further ado. Taking in your silence, Jihoon decided to move on and walk around the market, leaving you in your thoughts.

In the end, both you found yourselves sitting on a table with a clear view of the Porta Persa skyline, giving the situation a rather romantic ambiance which you never really had planned on. Before you, warm food of various origins were placed neatly on the table, waiting to be eaten and fill your hungry stomachs.

“You have…. rather interesting choices,” you remarked upon seeing Jihoon’s meal of choice while you carefully dissected your fish from before.

“Hm?” Jihoon looked up to you with a questioning look, a fork and a knife on his hands. “Oh, these are from Santaragossa. They might be a bit spicy, but I do miss them from time to time.”

“Ah, you were from Santaragossa? I always thought you were born and raised in the capital,” you replied, taking a sip from a citrus fruit blend you found rather interesting.

“Why so?” he asked, downing a piece of braised meat. “I assumed I gave an impression of someone from the provinces.”

“Not at all,” you gave him an austere look. “You seem like you run the place.”

“Do I now?” Jihoon asked, his lips again curving into a tiny smirk. “I never realized you thought of me that way. I appreciate your sentiments though.”

“But what is it like?” you suddenly asked. “I mean, living in Santaragossa?”

Jihoon leaned his head to the side, wondering why you were asking him this so suddenly.

“That place was my childhood. The summers were cool and the winters were not too cold. Most of the land are large vineyards and olive groves so I would run around a lot and play with the animals and so on. There is also a large lake near the house which is a great place to swim in during summer months. I do have private tutors, so please don’t get the wrong idea that I wasn’t in school.”

As you watched him talk about his hometown, you noticed how Jihoon had brightened up, rekindling fond memories from his childhood. He seemed to be at peace and less troubled than he was a few hours before, and it gave you a sense of serenity as well, gazing at him like what you were doing at that moment.

“Just by looking at you, I could already tell that it’s such a great place,” you remarked, grinning. “I’ve never really left the capital before, that’s why I always wanted to go to one of the provinces. Since you definitely sold me the idea, I might want to go to Santaragossa someday, given the opportunity.”

A thought struck Jihoon in an instant.

“Hypothetically speaking, if I’d invite you to come with me to Santaragossa next week, would you go?”

At that very moment, in the middle of a night market, you were stunned to silence.

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4 Times You Cooked, and 1 Time He Did - Kevin Hayes

Type: friends to lovers, Y/N insert shorts, 4 + 1 story

Requested: No

Warnings: swearing

(Y/N = Your name)

1. The day we met

Your hand was curled into a loose fist, ready to knock on the door in front of you. Your new neighbors had moved in the day before, and, from the sounds coming from the apartment as the move-in occurred, it was a group of very rowdy boys. That meant you made cookies as a welcome, hoping that it would butter them up so they’d be a little nicer if you needed them to quiet down in the middle of the night. Of course, in order to drop off the cookies and say hello you needed to actually knock on the door and introduce yourself. So far the shyness was winning on that front.

Just as you finally steeled yourself to knock, drawing in a deep breath in the process, the door you were standing in front of opened suddenly. You stepped backwards in shock, stumbling slightly. An incredibly kind-looking face stared down at you in surprise as a hand shot out to grip your elbow. “Sorry, I-”, “Shit, are you-” You and your neighbor stared at each other in silence as you both spoke at the same time. Your neighbor smiled, nodding his head at you. “Go ahead.”

Well this wasn’t how you wanted the conversation to go at all. “Sorry. I’m Y/N. I’m your new neighbor.” You gestured at your apartment door, maybe a little needlessly, as you were the only other door on this part of the hallway. “I just wanted to introduce myself, and welcome you to the building.” The guy looked at you seriously as you spoke, like what you said was the most important thing on the planet. He was cute, in a friendly kind of way. He also looked familiar, though for the life of you it was impossible to figure out why.

“And you brought cookies?” He smiled down at you when you nodded slowly. “I’m Kevin. If these cookies are as good as they smell, I think I’m going to be happy I chose to get an apartment instead of a house.” He chuckled lightly at his own joke, and you smiled gently at him. Kevin. It was a fitting name for him. He let go of your elbow suddenly, like he just realized he was still holding it. Honestly, you had forgotten as well. “I’m sorry to meet you and run, but I’m unfortunately late to a meeting. Thanks for coming by though!” You started to back out of his doorway when you remembered the cookies. “Here,” you said as you held the plate out, “these are for you. Welcome to the building!” Kevin stared after you for a couple of seconds as you backed away before responding quickly. “Thanks, Y/N. It was nice to meet you.” His smile followed you into the apartment and stayed in your thoughts for hours after the meeting.

You worked through dinner to try and get ready for the upcoming playoff push. As a marketing manager for the Phillies, the playoffs were your favorite part of the season. It was a time where you could change up the content from your usual stuff, and this year’s playoff ad video was going to be great. One of your summer interns had come up with the idea of using fan videos of some of the highlights of the season to create a mashup, and the video her and the rest of the crew had designed was coming out beautifully. The slogan was going to have something to do with the fans being another part of the team. You watched the video over again and marveled at how well it had come out. The intern needed to become a full hire after this season.

A knock at your door made you jump, though when you opened it there was no one. Your plate, however, sat on the floor outside with a sticky note attached. Thanks for the cookies, it read, my teammates really enjoyed them. I barely got to eat one. The handwriting was slightly messy, clearly boys handwriting. You smiled at the note, and then at the door across the hall from you. It would appear you had a new friend.

2. Dinner and a show

“You know,” Kevin said as he walked through your front door, “I think you’re going to get me cut from the team if you keep feeding me cookies.” He said that with a mouth full of cookie so you took it with a grain of salt, rolling your eyes at him from your position in front of the crock pot. He looked good, dressed in his game day suit, though the tie sticking out of his pocket and the curls still damp from the shower ruined the effect a little bit. These nighttime dinners had become something of a tradition over the last couple of months, after Kevin had come home from a preseason game right as you were returning from a playoff game. You’d ended up sprawled on his couch with a pizza between the two of you, and a tradition was born. Tonight it was tacos, and the steak you had slow-cooked while you were in the office getting ready for the upcoming winter meetings made the entire apartment smell like what you pictured heaven to be.

Kevin dropped onto one of your counter top stools with a heavy sigh, and you slid a beer across to him along with an ice pack. He took the beer thankfully, but then raised an eyebrow at the ice pack. “I saw the hit,” you said as a means of explanation. “I turned the game on when I got back from work. Ice your face so I don’t have to look a black eye for the rest of the week.” Kevin raised his middle finger at you, but did as you asked. Your time together had become a nice way to wind down after your work and game days. Both of you spent so much time in the chaos of professional sports that sometimes it was nice to just slow down and enjoy a meal with someone that understood why you sometimes wanted to sit and eat your meal in silence. Kevin understood that more than you had ever expected. Accurate to your first impression, Kevin and the boys could get extraordinarily loud at times. He was the loudest person in the room, minus when he was with his shorter friend that fought so much, Travis something, but he could also be so quiet on these nights.

The tacos were delicious, and Kevin ate his body weight in home cooking like usual. It wasn’t that he was incompetent in the kitchen; you’d seen him cook pasta and a few other basic things, but he wasn’t one for just throwing something together unless he’d made it a thousand times before. “You know, I think I’m going to have to keep you around just for how well you cook.” You rolled your eyes, like you always did, but you also couldn’t ignore the tug in your chest that your heart gave when he said he would keep you around. Joke or not, you were becoming pretty attached to Kevin. He was sweet, and goofy in an awkward and not at all athlete-like way. Couple the awkwardness with the math skills and you would peg him for a math professor, not a hockey player. “So,” Kevin began, talking around chunks of yet another cookie, “how was work? Did you revolutionize baseball today?”

You laughed out loud at the thought. Like offseason meetings were ever that exciting. “Planning for contract announcements, actually. I wanted to have the guys returning or just signing on make a little video either thanking the fans for their continued support or introducing themselves, depending on where they played last year, but everyone vetoed it.” You rolled your eyes at the memory. Greg, who thought he should have gotten your job despite your better qualifications, very loudly made his dissent clear. In the end, everyone else followed suit.

Kevin, thankfully, was on your side. “I would have loved something like that! Especially for the new guys; you’ve gotta get the fans on your side before they have time to hate you.” You chuckled at his statement, even as you nodded in agreement. Getting Kevin amped up about any subject was your favorite thing to do. His accent wasn’t always clear, but times like now the Boston really came out.

“Thanks for the support, Kev. It’s nice to know at least somebody is on my side.” He leaned over to squeeze your hand reassuringly, and you only had one thought: you were in deep trouble.

3. The one where you made his date dinner

Kevin’s voice was frantic as he threw pots and pans around his kitchen, smoking something sitting black in the sink. “Y/N, please! I need help! She’s gonna be here soon, what do I do?” The panic was new, and you swallowed to joke that almost came out of your mouth in response. He really did look stressed, and the hair you knew he had meticulously styled was now running wild around his temples in frizzy curls. He stared down helplessly at what you thought was supposed to be spaghetti. You sighed, walking over to stand in front of him.

“We’ll make something else.” Kevin’s face still looked panicked, and you reached up to grab his face with both hands. “Kev. It’s gonna be okay.” He nodded. You smiled slightly, and he smiled back. “I’m going to go get a couple of things from my kitchen. Get out a couple of beers, trim the chicken, and I’ll be right back.” You patted his cheek gently and hurried out of the apartment. Hopefully you would be able to get rid of the smell before she got there. Kevin had a date, a girl he’d been dating for a few months, and you had shown up with the flowers he forgot to buy right as the pan of burnt spaghetti went into the sink. You were still trying to figure out how in the hell a box of spaghetti had turned into the black brick sitting in his pot, but that was a question for another time.

With minimal time and a general lack of great ingredients, you settled on beer-battered chicken and a salad. Thankfully you’d gone to the farmer’s market that morning, and had made Kevin go with you. There were tons of fresh vegetables sitting on his counter that would now get some good use. The only thing you needed from your apartment were cashews and some flour, which you grabbed before hurrying back across the hall again. Kevin was still panicking, though slightly less so, and the chicken was almost ready for the batter. You shouldered Kevin out of the way, throwing the beer, flour, eggs, and a couple of other ingredients into a bowl. Kevin hovered over your shoulder anxiously, at least until you elbowed him in the ribs. “Back up, Kev, I promise I’ve got your back.” He sighed, and finally sat on the counter out of your way.

He didn’t speak until you threw the chicken into a pan of oil, and even then he spoke so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “Thanks for always having my back, Y/N.” You smiled over at him, though the chicken spitting oil quickly grabbed your attention again. The past year and a half had been nice. Kevin’s exodus from Philly for the summer came right around the time that the Phillies occupied most of your time and visits with Kevin were limited to late night meals, especially as he and the girl started dating. Kelsey, maybe? Or Karly? You hadn’t actually met; honestly, you weren’t sure she’d met any of his teammates either. It was weird no one had really met her yet, especially for a relationship that had lasted for at least two months. “Spring training is soon, right? When do you leave for Florida?”

“In a week. When do you guys play in Tampa?” He answered the week after next, and you nodded. You had gone to their game in Tampa the year before when it fell during spring training, and it looked like you would be doing so again. The chicken was finally finished, and you threw together a small warm salad with a fresh cashew Caesar dressing. The plates looked good, and Kevin was already washing the dishes when you turned around. “I can get these, Kev, go fix up your hair.”

He turned around teasingly, flicking water in your general direction. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Y/N?” You shrugged. He raised an eyebrow, and you were saved from a response by the sound of knocking at his door. Kevin quickly dried his hands, and you gathered your flour container. Kelsey/Karly stopped short when she saw you in Kevin’s kitchen, and you held out your free hand with a smile. “I’m Y/N, I live across the hall. it’s nice to meet you.” She raised an eyebrow like she was unimpressed, and your hand dropped to your side slowly. Her next words told you enough about what kind of person she was. “Why the fuck are you here?” So she was going be like that, then. Kevin stood behind her awkwardly, and you hurried towards the door before it got any more weird. He held out a hand to stop you, but said nothing when you turned your head up at him.

You closed the door behind you softly, knowing that an echo from the door slamming would make the entire interaction even weirder. It wasn’t until the door had almost clicked closed that you heard a soft “thank you” from Kevin. A loud argument and a slammed door later the date was over, and you waited for most of the night for Kevin to come over for comfort food. He never came, though you woke up to a sticky note on your door with two short sentences.

I’m sorry. Thank you for everything.

4. Taco Tuesday

It wasn’t just the fact that there was about half the roster sitting in her apartment, or the fact that they were all halfway hammered. It was the fact that Kevin hadn’t bothered to tell you the ‘couple of guys’ he’d invited to dinner was every member of the team not married with children. Nolan was the only mostly sober guy of the group, and that was only because he was coming off of a stomach bug. Thankfully, that stomach bug meant he was the one designated to help you prep for dinner. The guys had begged for your steak tacos after hearing about them for Kevin and then Travis, who had suckered his way into one of you and Kevin’s post-game dinners. Right now, your main concern was having enough meat to feed everyone.

Hands slid around your waist, squeezing slightly when you jumped. “I’m sorry for all the guys. I didn’t think they would all be so interested.” Kevin had to lean in close to your ear in order for you to hear him, and not for the first time you were thankful he was your only close neighbor. The people you shared a wall with were only around for about two months out of the year, and it wasn’t quite that time of year yet. “I promise I’ll keep them mostly chill, and we’ll get out early. I know you have an early call time tomorrow.” Oh, yes. First big road trip of the season. The early April roadies were your favorite, because the thrill of the travel hadn’t worn off yet.

Voices sounded from behind you both, someone commenting on how close Kevin was standing, and he jumped away from you with an impressive amount of speed. You lamented the loss of his body heat, though your next thought was a mental slap on the wrist for thinking about Kevin that way. No matter how into him you were, you couldn’t think like that. You were just friends. Travis slid into the conversation then to make more comments about the two of you, though you knew he meant well. Kevin had finally broken up with Kelsey/Karly, and Travis felt bad because he had been the one to set them up in the first place.

“So Y/N, how come you never bring a guy around to the bars with us?” You could have killed Travis for making that comment. He knew you had a crush on Kevin, had guessed it one night after a particularly rough day, and you were waiting for the day he decided to tell Kevin. “I might bring one around soon,” you said, much to the delight of the crowd around your apartment, minus Kevin. His head snapped up in a mixture of hurt and confusion, and you almost wished you hadn’t brought it up. “I have a date next week with a guy from your marketing department, actually.” Groans of disgust mixed with teasing met your ears at the same time Kevin slammed his beer bottle onto the counter. You would have to explore that outburst at a later date.

Kevin was distant for the rest of the night, and you had a feeling it had something to do with your date. The look on his face and the knowing smirk on Travis’ followed you into your sleep that night, and you tossed and turned until you finally went on a run around the city as daylight broke. A sticky note was waiting on your door when you got back, three brief sentences that made you release tension you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Have a great trip. Revolutionize baseball. You’re the best.

+1. Kevin finally says it

The date had been awful. There were really no other words for it. No matter how many times you dated someone involved in sports, their misogyny never ceased to amaze you. Jake had spent most of the little time you’d dealt with him mansplaining his job and hockey to you, no matter how many times you’d explained you understood both. If he worked for the Phillies, his position would have fallen under your management. In other words, you would have been his boss. You knew what his job entailed, but he couldn’t seem to get that.

But really, the icing on the cake? When he asked if you’d gotten a job with the Phillies so that you could marry some baseball player. As if you could see those boys as anything but loveable idiots. Like hopeless little brothers. You’d gotten up and left then, dropping enough cash on the table to cover your tab and then some before storming out. The text you sent Kevin was angry, a request for beer and a friend, and then you’d walked the mile back to your apartment in heels that were starting to give you serious blisters. The blisters and the red you were still seeing almost caused you to miss the sticky note on your door. Two words, and a scrawl that was very clearly Kevin’s. My place, 8 pm. That note made you smile despite what was quite possibly your worst date ever, and you hurried into your room to change into something more comfortable before heading to Kevin’s.

You walked right in after a knock, and the sight waiting for you almost made you wish you had waited. Soft music was playing from the speaker on Kevin’s kitchen counter, and something in the kitchen smelled heavenly. Kevin looked soft, the Kevin you were used to, in a worn Red Sox t-shirt and some sweatpants that hugged him just right. You were thankful you’d gone with leggings and a long sleeve shirt, especially when Kevin turned around and saw you. His eyes lit up, and you didn’t miss the subtle up-and-down he gave your body. It all felt incredibly domestic, though you didn’t want to drop too deeply into your feels before you’d even had dinner, so you quickly shoved those thoughts away. “Wanna talk about it?” Kevin passed you a beer as he asked, and you shook your head.

“Guy was a dick. Acted like I didn’t know anything about hockey, and then tried to mansplain his job, which is my job, to me.” Kevin snorted in disgust. He mumbled something that sounded like ‘dick’ under his breath, but the oven timer drowned him out. You jumped onto the kitchen counter as Kevin pulled on a couple of oven mitts. He had baked a lasagna, clearly homemade, and you took a deep breath as he placed the dish next to you. Kevin gave you a knowing smirk, and you knocked your beer bottle against his head gently. He knew you too well. His mother had cooked that lasagna when she was around for the mom’s trip, and you’d fallen in love with both the food and his mother. “Kevin, I love you.” He ducked his head, busying himself with scooping you a heaping plate of food. “That was the idea,” he mumbled under his breath. You chose to let it go, although the comment was filed under your list of things to ask him about at some point.

Kevin handed you a plate of lasagna and offered up a slice of fresh bread, which you took gratefully. He scooped himself a matching plate, though his portion was definitely smaller and more diet-approved, and nodded you towards his couch. Rizzoli and Isles was set up on the television, a drama that you and Kevin had been slowly working through together. It was fun to watch him pick apart the locations and inaccuracies, as well as pointing out places that he had grown up terrorizing. He didn’t ask any more about your date, for which you were grateful. The silence was peaceful, minus the occasional comment about the show, and you devoured your food in an amount of time that impressed even Kevin.

It wasn’t until later, when you were cleaning up his kitchen together, that you brought up his earlier comment. “Kev, what did you mean earlier?” He shot a confused look in your direction, and you sighed. “When you said ‘that was the idea’. What did you mean?” Kevin didn’t respond as he finished washing a plate, and he turned off the faucet after he handed you the plate to dry. You were patient, putting away the plate and then dropping the towel as you waited for a response. He would get there, in time.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/N.” Wait, no. Kevin? Liked you? You were frozen, unable to form a sentence. It was like he’d watched your dreams and decided to play a sick joke. Kevin ran a hand over his face and through his hair at your lack of response. “I always knew I didn’t have a chance with you, so I figured being your friend was just as good.” Now it was really just like the Twilight Zone. Either that, or Kevin was reading your mind. It was the exact battle you’d had with yourself several times in the last year-and-a-half plus. Your head spun as you tried to come up with a response, but the only one you came up with was to surge forward and kiss Kevin.

It was like nothing you’d imagined. Kevin was a lot taller than you, enough so that it made kissing him a little difficult at first. After he got over the initial shock of you jumping him he crouched a little, and you wound your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. Kissing Kevin felt right, like the one thing you had really been missing over the last couple of years was him. He smiled as you drew back for a breath, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah?” You laughed at his question. “Yeah,” you repeated, leaning in for another kiss. Kevin obliged, and you melted against him.

You finally left Kevin’s the next morning, rushing out the door so that you could shower before heading in for another game day. Kevin’s kiss on your cheek and a promise for an actual conversation followed you out, though the smile on your face lasted all day. You returned to your apartment that night to see a sticky note on your front door, in Kevin’s writing like always.

My place, 10 pm. Kiss for entry.

#Kevin Hayes Imaging #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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sad-af1121 · 5 years

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A Nuisance (One-shot)

Summary: Everyone has their bad days and unfortunately yours was a mixture of exhaustion and being sick. Steve and Bucky made it their goal to make your day a little better by spoiling you the best they can but how could they help when every ounce of physical love annoyed you? | Marvel AU | Pairings: Stucky x Reader Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: language, some angst? (idk if you count a pouty steve as angst but sure) fluff, comedy and cute-ness overload

A/N: i’m sorry in advance if it seems rushed but i really did try to make it comedic and cute. It’s been a rough two weeks and i really wanted to get this done before the deadline for @babylevines writing challenge! Congrats on the 4k follower's babe! I hope you enjoy :3 Prompt: “Touch me with your cold feet one more time and see what happens.” | Thanking @isaxhorror for giving this a look through! Feedback is welcomed 💜

“They didn’t have any fresh lemons at the store so I got generic lemon juice,” Bucky informed Steve, shutting the front door of their shared apartment. He set the grocery bags on the kitchen island before pulling the contents out from the bags.

Steve turned away from the stove, his eyes scanning the counter. “Buck, why are there so many ice cream flavors? I asked you to get what Y/N likes.”

Bucky sighed, “I didn’t get one flavor of ice cream because I figured if I got the ones she likes, she can pick based off her mood when she gets back home.” He shrugged and walked to the fridge. Steve hummed to Bucky’s remark since he did have a point.

You were called in to work in the early hours of the day, the sun wasn’t even shining through the dull grey-blue skies yet and on top of that, you were fighting a small cold. If it wasn’t for your stubbornness and your passion to work, Steve and Bucky wouldn’t have let you leave, let alone leave the bed. They constantly checked on you, knowing you were going to end up very cranky and exhausted for the rest of the day. After they both came back home from work, they decided to pamper you for the night.

The house chores and dinner would be done by the time you got home. All you would have to do was rest and enjoy the evening and the following weekend with your boys. However, they were hoping that their plan would work and brighten up your mood, but that would be something they’d have to wait and see.

“Buck-”

“She’s parking the car,” Bucky smirked, looking up from his phone screen. “I’ve been texting Babygirl all day. Chill dude, worst-case scenario, she throws a pillow at you for treating her like some fragile pup.”

“Ha, ha. Shut up,” Steve swallowed, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. He was only this way when you weren’t feeling your best. If the world came crumbling down, Steve would make sure to be your shield, protecting you from any harm because you meant everything to him. Both you and Bucky kept the flame of life burning in his chest.

The sound of keys jingling and the doorknob turning caught both of Bucky and Steve’s attention as they prepared themselves for you. Door swinging open, you trudged into your apartment, shutting the door behind you before slumping against the hard flat surface.

Nose slightly discolored with droopy eyelids, you sniffled, sighing in what sounded like a tinge of satisfaction, “I’m hoooome!” You strained, voice raspy and heavy due to your sinus acting up again. Steve involuntarily pouted, his heart aching to see the sight of you so sick and tired. Bucky clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, steadying himself from the anger that was bubbling from within. He craved nothing more than to call your bosses and tell them a thing or two about a proper workplace and how to respectfully treat employees who were under the weather.

Who else calls someone in to work and put others in jeopardy for getting them sick? It’s diabolical.

Giggling at yourself, you move away from the door and set your things to the side, stepping into the kitchen, “What’s all this?” Eyes roaming across the stove then to the dining table, you saw dinner had been made and set for you. The corners of your lips twitched into a lopsided smirk as you looked up at Steve.

“You didn’t have to do all this, baby. We could have ordered take out. I know how hard work can be on you two,” you turned and looked at Bucky who was already standing behind you with a smirk to mirror yours.

“We wanted to do this for you, doll. You work so hard too, ‘n hell, if we want to spoil you, we will. Periodt.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, cringing. “I get your trying to stay hip and modern but PLEASE don’t say that word around me again,” you chuckled as did the boys.

Both Bucky and Steve began to walk toward you and your gut knew they wanted a kiss, but you stopped them the minute they got close, placing a hand on their chests. “I’m sick remember? I don’t think you guys want to get close to me.”

“We’ll be fine. We’re super-”

“Yeah, yeah, super soldiers but I’m not risking it, Steve. Once I’m feeling better, I’ll repay you guys in so many kisses that you’ll be sick of me. But as of right now, I don’t want to be touched,” you sighed, looking between Bucky and Steve.

Bucky nodded and looked at Steve who seemed to be having a hard time dealing with your mood. You saw how his jaw clenched, his heart feeling the slight sting from how forward you were with your emotions and it wasn’t like Steve was against it. He needed to adjust. There was no doubt that Steve didn’t respect your wishes and so he stepped away, clearing his throat before busying himself in washing the dishes from cooking. You swallowed thickly, a small pout forming along your lips.

“Hey, America’s ass.”

Steve turned and you blew him a kiss, hoping it would warm his heart and silently tell him you loved him. When he smiled back, a twinkle forming in his eyes, you knew he was okay. The feelings of content and relief washing over you. It was Bucky’s turn now and you did the same, blowing a kiss, then giggling right after.

His lips bloomed into a toothy grin, his eyes sparkling with admiration and bashfulness. You found this incredibly adorable and you couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. After that, you headed to the bedroom to change into your pj’s.

Once you disappeared into your room, Steve stepped away from the kitchen and joined Bucky on the couch who was playing a game on his phone.

“Don’t mess with Y/N, okay? I think she’d find your annoyance anything but cute today. You saw how she’s acting. Wouldn’t want to ruin her night if you two end up arguing,” Steve warned with a sigh, reminding his lover. On your usual days, you’d find Bucky’s teasing hilarious and downright appealing. However, when you suffered through a rough day like today, for example, you and Bucky would get into a banter that neither parties like to endure. It wasn’t severely serious or anything of that sort and always ended up in kisses and hugs but Steve wanted to avoid that at all costs.

Maybe he was treating you like a small puppy dog after all.

***

“Ugh, baby. You’re the fucking beeeest,” you groaned into your food, your eyes practically rolling inside your head. Your taste buds pranced with happiness, the flavors bringing waves of satisfaction and desire for more. The heat from your supper opened your pores and sinus which allowed some of your tasting senses to come alive.

Steve grinned brightly, looking over at Bucky who chuckled at the blonde for his victory smile. “Had to make my girl happy.”

“You mean our girl, jerk,” Bucky corrected, playfully glaring into Steve’s eyes whilst ripping a piece of baguette with his teeth, chomping on the bread. Steve’s face twisted with disgust and you barked out a laugh, your cheeks warming to how possessive they were getting over you.

“Okay, okay, chillax dudes. I don’t want any bloodshed over dinner. Y’all can wait till after I’m done,” you snorted as Bucky threw a piece of bread at you. You threw one in return which started a mini food war.

“No. Nooope,” Steve got up from the table and opted to eat on the kitchen island. “Totally unnecessary,” he whispered under his breath and it became unfortunate for him because you and Bucky ended up throwing food at him instead.

After dinner, the three of you decided to watch a movie since it was a Friday and none of you had to wake up early the next day. Bucky was picking out a movie, trying to connect his phone to the TV since he found a site that posted movies online without having to leave the comfort of your home and going to the movie theatre.

You quietly sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around your body, waiting for Bucky. Technology wasn’t his thing but you gave him some room to try before you helped. It was the only way he was going to learn and you loved when he figured it out himself, his charming yet victorious smile blossoming across his face when he succeeded.

Steve had filled three bowls of popcorn since everyone ate theirs differently. Bucky didn’t like too much butter but you did and Steve was just in the middle with added caramel popcorn in the mix so it wasn’t unusual when you guys had your own popcorn rather than share it. He strolled into the living room, setting the bowls on the coffee table before deciding to take a seat next to you.

In Steve’s mind, he thought since dinner was successful and you seemed to be in a better mood, you wouldn't mind if he cuddled, missing the warmth of your body and the touch he just craved so often. It relaxed his every sense, any contact sending an electrifying current throughout his body and sparking something in his heart. You felt like home and being touch-starved by you today wasn’t sitting so nicely with Steve.

Throwing his arm over your shoulder, Steve adjusted himself on the couch before feeling his arm being lifted off your shoulders and into his lap.

“Steve, c’ mon babe. I’m really not in the mood. I’m sorry,” you huffed, a tinge of annoyance lacing your words. “I warned you earlier about getting yourself sick.” You scooted away from him, hoping your soft eyes would make up for it but Steve just growled, getting up and fetching his sketchbook from the shelf by the television.

Not only did he sit away from you but he ignored your attention, frustration weighing on his shoulders. He flipped through the pages of his book in search for a clean page to draw his emotions on and you mentally kicked yourself in the ass because you pushed Steve’s limit.

Huffing in remorse, you snuggled against your blanket, cozying up with the soft material that smelled of lavender. Bucky had finally gotten the movie to play, rushed to the couch and decided to sit with you since Steve was sulking on the other couch.

About 45 minutes into the movie, Bucky had his legs spread out, his head resting on the armrest while his body laid straight, his feet almost touching you. Lost in the plot of the film, you hadn’t noticed he pushed his sockless, icy cold feet under your blanket, the warmth wrapping itself around them. It brought a sort of relief that he wanted more warmth. More from you.

So that was when he touched his feet against your heated thighs, his toes digging in and out of your skin as if he was trying to massage you like a cat would knead a pillow. Instantly, you withdrew a breath, your senses coming into reality. The cold shook you like a bolt of lightning, your nerves screaming for an escape. You allow a few minutes to go by, assuming he’d halt his actions. But the longer you waited, the more he thought it was an invitation to continue.

The only solution you knew at the time was to take deep steady breaths, ignoring the fact that his freezing cold feet were touching your hot skin which brought a shiver throughout your body. You already had the chills due to your sickness and Bucky wasn’t making things any better for you now. What was up with your boyfriends today?

“Holy shit,” Bucky laughed at the television, pulling his legs back. You nipped your lips in happiness, doing a small victory dance in your head. Just as you’re getting comfortable again, Bucky placed his feet back in its previous position, causing you to huff out loud.

“Touch me with your cold feet one more time, and see what happens.”

Both Bucky and Steve whipped their heads towards you, their brows knitting together in confusion. You stare back at them, widening your eyes then signaling down with your eyes to show them the issue.

Inhaling deeply, Bucky paused the movie, “Jesus, really? You could’ve just asked me baby before threatening me.”

Those words alone brought a lump of guilt in your throat. You were very snappy today and it wasn’t like you to get this annoyed.

“Fuck, sorry,” you pouted. “I think I should just get to bed and leave you guys alone. I promise to be better tomorrow,” you whined quietly, your eyes darting between the two.

Bucky silently gnawed on his lower lip before turning his attention to Steve and winking at the old soul. Steve himself was utterly confused but he knew that mischievous smirk in Bucky’s eyes which gave him everything he needed to know.

As you were ready to leave the couch, Bucky leaped towards you, trapping your body underneath his as he playfully growled against your neck and jaw. You had no time to react differently, only the sounds of laughter breaking past your lips. Then came his fingers digging in your sides, the familiar zaps of delight coursing through your nerves. Tickling made your body turn into putty because once someone started, it was harder for you to escape their hold than it was to take it all in and not laugh.

Steve took this time to record a video of the events unfolding in front of his eyes, using a filter that made voices very high pitched. It was one of his favorites when he made videos and he couldn’t get over the fact it made people sound like they were on helium.

“Steve! St-stop recording and save m-meee!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath.

Your shrieks of bliss and neediness were enough for Steve to toss his book to the side and pull Bucky off your body, throwing the brunette to the ground with a loud thud.

“What the fuck, Steve!”

“Save it punk. Meet us in the room,” he breathed out a chuckle, sweeping you off the couch and carrying you to your bedroom. You buried your face into his chest in attempts to hide the growing smile that ached your cheeks even more. But you knew he already saw it and now he was going to make sure he gets all the kisses and cuddles he wants.

Even if that meant getting sick because Steve and Bucky would risk everything for you.

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coffeecomicsgalore · 4 years

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Chasing Feelings

Adrien bumps into Ladybug after spending some time in a flower shop. A tiny bit of Adrienette if you squint hard enough.

Ao3

Day 3: Flowers

It was unusually warm for a February afternoon, but it wasn’t like Adrien was complaining. He was able to slip away under Gorilla’s watchful eye and made his way down the street with his usual model smile. Plagg was snoring peacefully in his jacket pocket, making the walk a bit more pleasant than normal. Rounding the corner on the 3rd arrondissement, Adrien could see the sign of his go-to florist.

He figured he had at least an hour before Gorilla would find him, so he had to make each minute count. He needed to order and pick up the gift, find a safe place to transform, leave the gift in one of his usual hiding spots, transform back, and then innocently be ‘found’ by his bodyguard.

When Ladybug became the guardian, Adrien quickly noticed her tired and dreary state. She arrived at battles with a determined look on her face, but he quickly became aware of the sullen look of her eyes. Having fun during patrols were a way to destress some days, evident in the cat and bug games she’s initiated recently, but there were still moments where serious patrols were exhausting her. He definitely noticed how she spent more times quiet and full of thought than energized and ready to go. At the rate it was going, their partnership would have been affected if something didn’t change.

Adrien couldn’t bear the thought of Ladybug’s silent suffering. A few days after her malaise began, Adrien thought of a way to cheer his lady up. First, he started by coaxing her to talk about her stress when they had a free moment during patrols, and those conversations rapidly became a part of their routine every time they met. Then, he stepped up with aiding in deciphering lucky charms and coming up with scenarios on how to quickly beat the akumas. This change was one of the better parts of their partnership, and it really strengthened their bond. But the most recent addition in his ever willing need to brighten up her day was surprising her with a bouquet of her favorite light pink peonies.

But he didn’t do it in the romantic, debonair way. Okay, maybe it was romantic, but he knew he needed to be secretive about it and not let his emotions get the best of him – this was his best friend after all and he didn’t need to push his love for her when she had a million other things going through her mind. Knowing Ladybug’s patrol schedule and routes pretty well, Adrien set the bouquet on one of the rooftops, sitting pretty on a chimney flute on a calm day. He attached a card to the bouquet with a simple green paw print engulfed in a black and left for the afternoon.

Not even an hour after he left the gift, Chat received a simple message of a heart and kitty emoji to his baton. That was simply unheard of! She never sent him anything more than a quick update of her whereabouts during attacks or patrols. It was even more evident that this was a perfect addition when they met up during an akuma battle the next day and Ladybug was visibly happier. Seeing her smile again was so worth it.

Adrien had decided that this would be another constant in their partnership. A few weeks later, he did it again. But this time, when he entered the florist shop, he noticed a client order of black baccara roses. Intrigued on how the deep hues reminded him of Ladybug’s suit, he asked what the roses symbolize. Hope and optimism. That was it. He knew he needed to add them to his bouquet.

From then on, each bouquet was a mix of pink peonies and black baccara roses, given to Ladybug in random spots along her patrol routes every few weeks. The little messages he received shortly after she discovered them always warmed his heart and the continuous bright smile during patrols made it all that much better.

“Good afternoon, Adrien!” The florist announced as he arrived. “Ordering another bouquet for your lady friend?”

“Good afternoon, monsieur.” Adrien gleefully replied as he closed the shop’s door. “Yes I am.”

“I do have to let you know that we don’t have any black baccara roses today. Is there another color you want to replace it with?”

Adrien twisted his lips as he decided on what to do next. “Can you just change it to a white or yellow rose then?”

“Can do! Give me a few minutes and I’ll get it ready for you.”

Adrien nodded his head as he walked around the little shop, marveling at some of the designs he was creating for a couple of weddings this weekend. A bright color crossed his path and Adrien was physically drawn. He never noticed the orange roses before. Was it something new?

The shopkeeper looked up and noticed Adrien deep in thought. “Those are new. We had a wedding a few weeks ago that requested orange flowers in their color scheme.” He pinched the bouquet together to make sure it looked marvelous before pinning them with a ribbon. “We had a few customers come in and request them since then, so now we keep them in stock.”

“What does it symbolize?”

“Some say it is a subtler meaning of love emerging from friendship. Others say it’s an enthusiastic way to present love, thanks, friendship, or congratulations. It all depends on how you present the rose.”

Adrien thought over the meaning. Ever since he started buying flowers, his interest in learning their meanings started to grow. Friends to lovers? Interesting. Adrien moved from his position and trailed over to another set of flowers in its bin. Pink and red peonies. He remembered that they are one of the most important flowers in Chinese culture. Pink peonies mean most beautiful while the red means honor and respect. Marinette.

Thoughts over Marinette washed over him. She’s also been quiet and distant lately. She makes time for her friends, but her thoughts seem fleeting and she’s been so withdrawn. Does she even make time for herself? It also doesn’t seem like Lila is stopping her antics towards her. It’s like his little threat did nothing to shake her into leaving Marinette alone.

Adrien was sick of it. His father won’t listen to him in regards to his “new muse”, stating that Adrien was making a big deal over teenage drama. But he knew that Marinette deserved better than that. She shouldn’t have to take the high road when the road led to a manipulative, sausage-haired brat. He should have never muttered those words. So now he’s taking matters into his own hands.

With some encouragement from Plagg, Adrien keeps an eye on the liar. If he sees her trying to antagonize Marinette, he interferes between the two, knocking Lila off her high horse and making sure Marinette wasn’t harmed or bothered. She deserved a friend to stand up alongside her, and that’s what he planned on doing from now on.

“Monsieur?” Adrien asked as he walked to the florist.

“Yes, Adrien? Your bouquet is ready by the way.”

“Thanks. Would you mind making another small bouquet? I can come back and get it in a few minutes, but I was wondering if you could make a bouquet of red and pink peonies and with some of the orange roses mixed in?”

The florist smiled. “Another young lady friend? Those are some symbolic flowers to give to someone that’s just a friend.”

He could hear Plagg sniggering over the comment. He slapped his chest, like a bee had just stung him before scratching at the spot. Adrien cleared his throat. “Yeah, she’s this awesome girl who needs a little pick me up too. The flowers remind me of her.”

The florist twisted his lips to stifle a laugh, and rung Adrien out for the two bouquets. Waving goodbye to deliver the first set, Adrien didn’t notice the girl that happened to walk right in front of him as he made his way out the door.

They crashed into each other, both falling onto the ground in a jumbled mess, the girl rubbing her head as Adrien soothed the pain on his bottom. They both apologized quickly before realizing who each other was.

“L- Ladybug?”

“Adrien?”

Adrien was the first to get back to his feet. He grasped Ladybug’s hands to help her up then bent over to pick up the bouquet of flowers that fell on the ground beside them. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention! You’re not hurt, are you?”

Ladybug blushed. “No-No. You’re fine! I mean, I’m fine. Not that you’re not fine, I’m just saying- ugh.” Ladybug puckered her lips to stop talking. “Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about me.”

Ladybug looked down to the flowers. Some of the white petals had bruised when it hit the ground. “Those flowers are beautiful. It looks like a few were damaged though.”

Adrien looked down and pursed his lips. He just had to thank his lucky stars that there was an issue with his usual order and that him having this specific bouquet in his untransformed state wouldn’t give away his secret identity.

But then a thought crossed his mind. He never got to see the look on Ladybug’s face when she finds the hidden bouquets. And he did feel bad for knocking into her...

“Here.” Adrien said as he handed her the bouquet. “It’s the least I can do for knocking over the savior of Paris.”

Ladybug furrowed her brows. “Oh, I can’t take that. Didn’t you just buy it for someone?” Probably the girl he’s in love with, Marinette said to herself. “I wouldn’t want to take something that you bought for someone else.”

“Don’t worry about it. Plus, I just ordered a second bouquet for one of my amazing friends and I’m going to go back and grab it soon. So please. Let me make it up to you for not paying attention and knocking you over.”

Marinette blushed a color that paled in comparison to her suit and hesitantly grabbed the bouquet. A warm smile spread to her lips as she brought the petals to her nose, sniffing the wonderful fragrance. Adrien smiled back. The look on her face warmed his heart. He was glad this happened this way.

“Thank you, Adrien.” Ladybug went on her tippy toes and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “They’re beautiful. I hope that your amazing friend enjoys her special bouquet, too.”

“She means a lot to me. I hope she loves it.”

There was a slight pang in her chest as he mentioned the girl in his sweet tone. Marinette waved him goodbye as she whisked away to finish her route.

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Later that evening, Marinette walked into the bakery, ready to help her parents clean up from the afternoon rush.

“Oh honey, a cute boy came by and brought something for you.” Sabine relayed without looking up from her spot.

Marinette stood there confused. “A cute boy? Who?”

Sabine smirked as she nudged her head towards the vase on the table. Marinette eyes widened. A beautiful bouquet of flowers sat in a glass vase with a thick red ribbon wrapped beautifully around the stems. Beside the vase was a white envelope with Marinette’s name written in perfect cursive.

She recognized the handwriting, but was terrified to be wrong. Marinette opened the envelope carefully, trembling a bit as she pulled out the card, allowing herself breathe and risk ripping the envelope in haste.

Marinette, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give you this in person, but your mother wasn’t sure when you would be back and I really wanted to give these to you today. I was in the flower shop and found these beautiful orange roses beside the red and pink peonies and they made me think of you. I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for you whenever you need someone to talk to and I’ll always be here to help you. You’re amazing and deserve the world. You’re our everyday Ladybug. Always, Adrien.

Marinette spent the rest of the evening eyeing the bouquets on her table – the two she received today from Adrien along with the ones that Chat had given her over the last few weeks (now dried and ready to be stowed away). How could she be lucky enough to have two equally amazing boys in her life?

She smiled. “Tikki?”

“Yes, Marinette?”

“I love them both.”

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thefandomdirtymind · 6 years

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Magic Touch 4

Marvel

Tony Stark x Reader

Magic Touch Serie : Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The next morning, you found the store in a real mess. Everywhere, construction worker was busy like ants. A small group was placing the new window, repairing the one Iron Man had destroy when he does his entrance to save you. Other was cleaning the floor, removing the torn tapestry or changing the broken lock.

Pushing the door, you nod of the head at few curious worker. Sit at a small table, you boss was drinking a coffee with two gentleman, wearing both a suit who’s probably cost more that you whole wardrobe. Lifting his eyes of the paper in front of him, he leave his chair for greeting you.

“ Y/N ! How are you, the police tell me what’s happen, you was already gone when I had reach the store yesterday, i’m so glad you’re okay ! “ He exclaim, showing you more emotion in that huge minute that he have in the entire five years of business relation.

“ I’m fine, a little bit tired, but, it will pass when I will start working” You say, looking around you, trying to estimate the time it will take to be ready to open.

“ I’m not sure if we will open today, in fact, Y/N I want to present you Mr. Freeman and Mr. Elwes. They are the lawyer and architect of Mr. Stark. He had make a offert to buy the shop ! “

Surprise, you look at him, greeting finally the two men before being impolite.

“ He want to buy the coffee shop” You ask, like if you wasn’t sure to heard right.

“ Yes “ Mr. Freeman, the lawyer, reply with a voice more low that you though he possess.” Mr.Stark desire to buy this coffee, he already pay for the repair of the broken window and other importante need of the store. He don’t want to change the formula, but maybe doing some architectural amelioration and change the hours of opening. It’s really clear in the request he made. “

Opening you mouth, you close it quickly, now knowing the real reason of his little illogical business decision.

“ I should work a little for at least two customers” You say “ Mr. Stark and Mr. Happy take their coffee here each morning without exception. If we don’t open today, I suggest I bring them one, It could be a bad idea to not give what he like to our new boss “ You said, removing already your coat.

“ Good Idea Y/N,the kitchen is clear and clean, like you let it yesterday" The little man say,losing all interest in you, taking his sit again to finish is meeting with the business man.

" The tower is under protection, we not sure they will let you come in, but, maybe we could call Mr. Happy to come here take the coffees." The architect inform you with a kind but superior smile.

" I'm not worried, Jarvis know me, he will open the door for me i'm sure " You let escape before heading to the kitchen.

Waiting for the coffee to be ready, you start to draw on Tony’s cup. Your first though was to draw the Iron hand pouring dollars bills, but you think it could be a little bit childish. After all, you wasn’t completely mad that he brought the coffee shop, just a little bit irritated that he didn’t talk about it before and, even if the reason was pretty evident, you try to scold yourself that maybe, buying the store was already in his mind before the event of yesterday. You finally drew the iron man mask, adding the last few reflect detail before pouring the precious brown liquid and adding the cinnamon touch.

Putting the two cup and the small bakery bag in a travel tray, you put your light coat on and leave the construction area behind you, traveling the small way between the tower and your work place.

Standing in front of the large glass door, you look around, trying to find a handle or at least the small button of an interphone. But, you found nothing else that the plate with the number of the building.

“ Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N I came to give Mr. Stark and Mr. Happy their coffee. “ You say at loud, hoping that someones what looking at you with an hidden camera.

“ Miss Y/L/N, welcome back, I will inform Mr. Stark that your here. “ The familiar voice of Jarvis inform you, opening the door in the same time. “ I hope you have sleep well, it’s a true pleasure too see you again.” The robotic voice say.

Smiling, you passing the door, enjoying the beautiful effect of the sunlight on the white marble.

“ Good morning Jarvis. I sleep well yes thank you. I’m really glad to talk to you too.” You answer, liking more and more the artificial assistant.

The sound of the elevator door opening, take you by surprise.

“ Mr. Stark wait for you in his workshop.”

“ Good, can you please inform Happy that I have a coffee for him too ? “ You ask, not wanting to give a cold breuvage to the so sweet bodyguard / driver.

“ I have inform M.Happy about the coffee, he seem really glad you have think of him, you can put it on the desk.”

Obeying, you leave the cup and one of the chocolate pastry with a napkin on the long pale surface.The elevator cabin seem more bigger that the night before, but, you didn’t say it out loud, thinking that maybe it was an effect of the small shock you have suffer.

Stepping inside, you watch the door close, a nervous feeling starting to grow in your stomach. What happen if Tony just act with you like your kisses never happen, it was maybe a way to calm you down, after all the man is a well know womanizer when he's single.

“ Have a nice day Miss Y/L/N” Jarvis finally said busting your thought when you reach the secret workshop.

“ Thank you Jarvis” You reply, looking the door opening.

A loud rock music you knew was filling the room, AC/DC, back in black, was amplify by the tall metal wall. Somewhere in the middle of the room, Tony was standing in front of his desk, wearing a casual sweat pants and tank top, clearly waiting for you. A pair of protection glasses was crossing his messy brown hair, a smile you never seen before was on his lips.

“ Jarvis, low the volume. Morning Y/N what a surprise and a kind attention” He say, approaching you, taking the tray to put it appart, focusing is attention in you and only you.

His hand, previously handling the carton tray, was now on you waist, pulling you slowly closer. His brown eyes lock in your yours.

“ Can I kiss you or it was only a luck I had yesterday ? “ He ask you, joking but asking for your approval.

Biting your lips, you smile, the knock in your stomach now totally vanish.

“ You can, but we have to have a talk after “ You answer, already closing your eyes.

“ Talking ? It so overrated, i’m more a lover that a talker” He respond, putting finally is lips on yours.

The kiss was as magical that before. The man knew exactly when add his tongue and how much pressure he have to put with his teeth on your bottom lips to make you melt.

Stepping back slowly, you try to not blush or show that this kiss was the better "good morning" of your life. But by is small smirk, you knew that he already know that.

" Thank you for the coffee love" Tony say, giving you some space you didn't want, for reach his coffee cup and spy in the pastry bag.

" Tony, you want to buy my workplace...why ? " You finally ask, having a last hope that maybe it wasn't because of you after all.

Tony stay silence for few minute, enjoying the first slip of hot coffee and cinnamon crashing like a wave on in tongue. Once the first drop of caféine had reach his soul, he gave you a side look, trying to understand if you was angry or not.

"Yeah well, the decoration wasn't really modern enough. I think we can make it a really big affair, with your wonderful coffee and maybe some iron man exclusive picture hang on the wall, it could be really great and maybe opening other store in the futur" He say, joking a little. But, you easily see that he was hiding the true reason. His smile, usually so bright was going on and off.

" You bigger demand was to stop the late shift. It's was not just about become modern " You reply, crossing you arms.

"Fine, I judge that it wasn't enough secure and your boss isn't really into putting more security so I buy it. You will be safe and it will be more easy for me to not....thinking of you all the time, wondering if your okay. It was a necessary transaction" He finish, now serious.

"Yesterday was an accident...an event who’s happen sometimes but not always. You don’t need to do all that.” You protest, discovering a new part of the personality of the billionaire.

“ Yes I have to, I’m Iron Man, it’s my job to protect people...and I have to protect even more the people I care about. “ Sighing, he put the cup down. “ Take it like a upgrade of the administration if you want, but please, do it for me.”

“ How can you care that much...we just start to know each other” You shyly retort.

“ I know “ He reply. “ but the way you act with Happy, he really like you by the way. You’re personality, these funny little draw you take time to put on each of my cup...this funny but so innocent view of the world, I like that and I want to see more of you. Maybe take you on a date ? “

“ The famous Tony Stark do that, having dates ?” You tell with humour, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Laughing, he take you in his arms.

“ Yes I do sometimes, come on, i’m not just a genius, rumor say that i’m human too” He joke, stealing you a kiss. “ I have a charity gala tomorrow night, please tell me you will come with me. Or I will have to bring Happy and he will look horrible in the dress I have plan to give you “

Laughing at the mental view of the big guy in a dress, you bite your lips.

“ It’s a date then”

“ It’s a date” He reply, offering you a wink. “ So, now your here, what do you thinking of a visit of my workshop “

Giving a look to the sexy man, you softly smile.

“ Show me your world, genius”

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foxybluesky · 5 years

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Long Paragraphs for Him Which You Can Copy and Paste

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find-your-rp-partner · 7 years

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Mari's RP Request!

I am an 18 year old aspiring artist and writer - currently admitted to the New York University and have had my motivation from various online artists. I’m not really good with giving intros about myself but here is a brief outlook of who I am and what I do (>‿◠)✌.

I know, I’m not that much of an interesting person but I tried ٩(˘◡˘)۶. So to summarise everything, I am the product of a heated night between a caucasian male and a Japanese female, resulting in somewhat of a cross-bred weaboo hybrid!I usually go by internet alias known as Luna, but my real name is Mari and I have been roleplaying for a decent five years now. I love drawing in my free time and hope to have a degree in multimedia soon enough! My favourite animals are cats (hope to die a crazy old cat lady ≧◠‿◠≦✌) and I am a sucker for dumplings or pizza...maybe there should be a pizza topped with dumplings. It’s the 21st century! How as anyone not thought of that?! Ahem…*clears throat* as you can see, I also have the tendency to rant on which results in me writing down long ass passages...Anyway, let us move on to the wonderful fandoms/original ideas! ᕙ(^▿^-ᕙ)

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Anime/Video Games (ง︡'-'︠)ง

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(Brackets will contain love interests and cravings would have a ‼ in front of them)

❤ Naruto❤ ‼‼

﴾ Uzumaki Naruto, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Sakura Haruno, Hinata Hyuga, Shikamaru Nara, Minato Namikaze ﴿

❤ Bleach❤

﴾ Ichigo Kurosaki, Orihime Inoue, Byakuya Kuchiki ﴿

❤ One Punch Man❤ ‼

﴾ Sweet Mask, Saitama Genos ﴿

❤ Diabolik Lovers❤ ‼

﴾ Shuu Sakamaki, Ayato Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki ﴿

❤ Tokyo Ghoul/:RE❤

﴾ Kaneki Ken/Haise Sasaki, Touka Kirishima ﴿

❤ Attack On Titan❤

﴾ Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Levi Ackerman ﴿

❤ Pokemon❤

﴾ Trainer Red, Trainer Gold ﴿

❤ Dragonball Series❤

﴾ Goku Son, Goten Son, Gohan Son, Trunks Brief, Brolly﴿

❤ Free! Iwatobi Swim Club❤

﴾ Makoto Tachibana, Gou Matsuoka, Haruka Nanase, Rei Ryugazaki, Sousuke Yamazaki ﴿

❤ D.Gray Man❤ ‼‼‼‼

﴾ Lavi Bookman Jr., , Allen Walker﴿

❤ Mystic Messenger❤

﴾ Jumin Han, Jihyun Kim, Jaehee Kang﴿

❤ Final Fantasy Series❤

﴾ Varied﴿

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Television Shows/Movies (̶◉͛‿◉̶)

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❤ Penny Dreadful❤

﴾Varied﴿

❤ Breaking Bad❤

﴾Jesse﴿

❤ Supernatural❤

﴾Either of the winchester Brothers﴿

❤ BBC Sherlock❤

﴾Sherlock Holmes﴿

❤ FRIENDS❤

﴾Rachel Greene﴿

❤ Game of Thrones❤

﴾Varied﴿

❤ Criminal Minds❤

﴾Varied﴿

❤ Marvel❤

﴾Steve Rogers, Wade Wilson﴿

❤ Harry Potter❤

﴾Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger﴿

❤ Legend of Gaurdians❤

﴾Jack Frost﴿

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Original Ideas ≧◠‿◠≦✌

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(Brackets will contain the Original Idea)

❤ Old Ties❤

﴾Two families have been close friends for years now and they have not met each other for a long time. Thus to refresh memories, they decide to plan a camping trip together and bond with one another. Now the two kids of each family (one girl of one family and the boy from the other) have been enemies since childhood and they despise one another. However when they see each other after years, they find each other very attractive but they refuse to voice their opinions out loud. It would not be until the two end up getting lost in the forest with no one around except for one another they they really bond together. ﴿

❤ My Guardian Spirit❤

﴾In a world of witches, warlocks, magical creatures and hunters, there lies a special group of people capable of seeing these creatures. Not anyone can witness these magical beings since the human realm and the world of the magical creatures are separated from one another. The only gifted humans can witness these beings and they go by the name of the Enlightened Ones. Musa A is an Enlightened One who can see, talk to and interact with the people from the other world without any issue. Since some of these magical creatures enjoy luring around in the human realm, they use their human form and go unnoticed except by the Enlightened ones. However, there is a certain band of hunters known as the Vanquishers who hunt these Enlightened souls for their eyes and thus, there should be someone to protect the Enlightened beings. Here comes the Guardian which is a magical creature from the Other World, assigned by the Ministry of Magic to look after this Enlightened One. Now there is to be no romance between the Enlightened one and the Guardian or else the Guardian would perish ﴿

❤ Boarding School❤

﴾There’s a boarding school where all students, staff and faculty are supernatural beings. Dormitories are separated based on kind. Despite efforts of administration and faculty to make the school harmonious, there are tensions between kinds (e.g. vampires vs werewolves) and even between families within supernatural groups (e.g. vampire vs vampire). If that’s not complicated enough, there are halflings who are caught in the middle of all those tensions at once. Or something along these lines….x3﴿

❤ Reverse Harem❤

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Length

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I am sure that this is something we all we are concerned about. The one thing I can never accept is a one-liner. My minimum word limit has to be about, 300 words per side of a reply and I will not accept something less than that. (Though 200 is also alright) As for the maximum limit, then I really don't want to put a limit on the talented writers who like to write pages and pages. I personally love novella writing and am always eager to see how long someone can go. The longer, the better. But I would always respect someone’s comfort zone.

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I would say that my grammar is about a 7 or an 8, but I really don't expect you to be some sort of expert in the language too. I do appreciate something that I could easily read, but I would have a hard time roleplaying with someone with whom I would have to spend hours trying to understand what they sent. I Roleplay in third person and third person only, also….NO TEXT TALK! It's a major pet peeve of mine (´･_･`)

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Characters

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Have Mary-Sues or Gary-Sues, I love ‘em all! I understand that people want their character to be great and who doesn't? I personally love characters which are very well written and have awesome background stories so why the hell no? Rock your imagination and we would see what we can cook up! Also, I can do Original Characters and Canon both, so feel free to ask which ones you would want me to play. o(｀ω´ )o

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Limitations

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Major topic of argument. You should always accept someone else’s limits and for me...there really aren't that many. I've done roleplays based on paedophiles, necrophiles and some very nasty stuff which I don't want to point out… So if you have any weird fantasies or ideas, please do not hesitate to share them with me. The only limit I have is nothing against animals, please? Also, I would not be willing to Roleplay with someone who is against homosexual relationships and smut because I love them both. (*^◯^*)

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Reply Time

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Everyone has lives and I understand that it gets in the way of our Roleplay addiction. But if you ever plan on blanking out for a few days, please do let me know and I would do the same :3. My usual reply time has to be 1 day or when I'm really busy, then 2 days. But it really depends on the size of our replies because if they're small, then I usually send multiple replies every day!

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Abandoning a Role-play

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If you plan on leaving a Roleplay, please do have the courtesy to let me know? I don't bite and would be very understanding if you feel as though the Roleplay is not what you had hoped it would be. (＾ｰ^)ノ

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SO that is all for today, folks! If you have any queries then feel free to contact me and when you do send me an email or note, make sure to add the words ‘Sweet Niblets’ in the subject so that I am aware that you have read through everything. My email address would be:

[email protected]

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Have a wonderful Day!

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