#reader chan learns she is strong too

[chaedomi]

𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 ✦ wmmap

fem!child!reader x athanasia + claude de alger obelia (platonic!yan), violence, death, suicide, unhealthy relationships; to them you were a jewel, precious and highly valuable. they, in turn, will express their strong emotions toward you, even if it means resorting to… more hostile methods. ꨄ — masterlist

IN THE novel, Lovely Princess, the story went like this. True to its title, the book contained Lovely Princesses. There was The First Princess, akin to the moon, who held a gloomy and foggy disposition. Then came The Second Princess, resembling the sun, bright and cheery. And finally, The Third Princess, similar to the stars, was reserved but gentle and a source of comfort.

You were… The First Princess’s younger half-sister. Although your mother was unknown (you were found inside a basket in the gardens crying) those jeweled eyes and your uncanny appearance close to The Emperor were solid proof that you were in fact of royal blood. It was… certainly strange to learn that the book entailed you as an 'unimportant' character. While The Second Princess was adored by the whole continent, the love the people harbored for you, The Third Princess, could put The Second Princess to shame. They treated you as though you were some supreme gift bestowed from the heavens, to be treasured and pampered. And among those who glorified you… was your father, The Cold-Hearted Emperor. You were like The Protagonist more than The Second Princess could ever be.

You were also… the best sister anyone could ask for to The First Princess. Because The First Princess was deprived of affection in her life, she mostly relied on you to fill the gaps in her heart. And you endearingly did so, trying your best to shine a light inside her darkness. It soon became that you both were inseparable, attached by the hip.

…So, obviously, you will spiral down into despair over The First Princess's death. You knew The First Princess was innocent of The Second Princess's poisoning. She was simply too sweet to commit a vile act, especially when she too took a liking to The Second Princess. But, alas, your reasoning went through one ear and out the other, and without proper evidence, your father executed The First Princess.

However, just as The Emperor's wrath was not to be underestimated, so was the extent of your grief as you promptly took away your life hours after The First Princess's execution. And that was the sad ending of your story, The Third Princess.

HOW WAS THAT ANY FAIR??? The confusion of the roles and the cheesy plotline were already bad enough on their own, but your unnecessary death pretty much destroyed the chances of her leaving a positive review. Was it done to reestablish the fact you were an unimportant character, or to remind everyone that The Second Princess is the original best girl in the story…? No amount of copious explanations can ever make ATHANASIA understand the validation for your death.

What she can come to understand however is that you, out of all people, did NOT deserve to die. You had all the rights to receive a happy ending just like The Second Princess… and that is what she aspired to make a reality as she was tossed into the fantasy world of the novel. It was obvious that it all went to hell when The First Princess was executed at the hands of The Emperor. So, in order to avoid your death, she will have to avoid hers first.

A genius plan, she dubbed it, stealing various riches from the Ruby Palace to live the rest of her life on as she escapes. She also thought of the brilliant idea of taking you along with her, after all, being inside the palace is kind of… the reason for your death, was it not!? Why not avoid the source altogether!? Or… that is what was supposed to happen before she accidentally stumbled across The Emperor four years early. Now, she will have to scrap that genius plan. Damn…

On a bright note, as time passed, using an alternative plan, Athanasia eventually evaded all chances of earning death at the hands of her father. This means that you too won’t have a pitiful ending as you originally did! Yay!

You truly didn’t deserve to die, and Athanasia will keep on saying it as much as needed. The years she spent beside you as your sister, further strengthened her motivation to keep you alive. She also understood why The First Princess had a strong attachment toward you. Innocent, Pure, Patient, Merciful, and Kind… who wouldn’t swoon over a person with such admirable traits? What struck her heart the way it did, was your affection. In her previous life, Athanasia… didn’t have people around her to provide her with love.

So, it surprised her a lot when it happened. Sure, she had love from her Nanny and the rest of the maids, but yours had her heart pumping, energy rushing through her veins. It was warm… a feeling she wanted to cling to for an eternity. Was it silly that she felt envious of a fictional character? To think that The First Princess was subjected to this kind of treatment from you… How did it feel to live her dream? Not that it matters anymore. Now, she can have you to all herself! You wouldn’t mind if she got a little… greedy, right? Of course, you won’t! After all, if you learned of her tremendous effort to keep you safe, why wouldn’t you reward her with more of your presence? What she does is in your favor. So, don’t get too upset if what she does seems a bit extreme, alright? It’s all for your benefit.

Betrayal can hurt. But, betrayal stings when it comes from the person you trusted and loved the most. You didn’t understand why it had upset her more than it upsetted you. More so, if she was so against the idea, why hadn’t she said so first? She was supportive about it too, choosing to help pick out a perfect disguise for your outing in the town. So why was it that on the day you were about to leave, lo and behold, there was your father by your doorway, inclusive of his knight… and your sister beside him, smiling triumphantly? Maybe if you had paid attention to how the shine left your sister’s eyes as you told her of your plan, you could have avoided such a dreadful punishment.

What bugged you the most was how Athanasia carried out her day normally, and acted sweetly to you, as if she didn’t partially contribute to the punishment of breaking your legs. Today was no different, as she sat on the chair beside your bed rambling on about her day. “You know, that’s the most I’ve seen Daddy upset.” She laughed, tracing her finger down your legs. “Usually, he would never dream of even hurting a strand of your hair. What you’ve done was really bad…”

She smiled at you, her jeweled eyes looking all the more terrifying under the dark lighting in your room. “I don’t understand. I should feel despaired seeing my sister in so much pain. Why does it bring me so much relief?” She sighed, holding one of your hands in hers. “...You scared me terribly with what you told me earlier. My mind couldn’t stop focusing on the many possibilities that would arise with you out there. Even worse, what if they learned of your true identity, and an enemy nearby attacks you?”

“I agreed with your plan, solely to avoid trouble. If I said no, you would have avoided me, right? I… don’t ever want to see you in danger, or place you in it, knowing I could have done something to prevent it. Not like anything like that will happen anytime soon!” She gently poked your injured legs. “I will help ensure that too.” You didn’t realize that the tears building in your eyes began to fall, your sister’s fingers quickly working to wipe them away.

In the novel, CLAUDE naturally favored you more than The First Princess. Upon your first encounter during the festival on The First Princess’s ninth birthday, with an outstretched hand, he escorted you back to the party, leaving your older sister in the dust. You lived a rather lavish life after that, him spoiling you with exquisite goods. So, it’s not like you had to form some extreme plan like Athanasia to protect yourself from the dangers that lurked inside the palace. Everyone here adored you…

Yet, not only did Athanasia’s interference with the plotline create many changes for her, but it also resulted in triggering unsettling events for you. Now that The Cold-Hearted Emperor has learned to display affection for the firstborn he originally detested, where would that place you, the daughter he always loved?

…His methods were very much frightening, even traumatizing, you may add. The numerous times you witnessed something gruesome to the eye, for the littlest offenses toward you. He would imprison, he would murder, he would execute, all in your name. His presence too, was very much suffocating, more than Athanasia, and that spoke volumes.

You hated how they both attached themselves to you, but, if you had to choose, you would pick Athanasia in a heartbeat. For the cold jeweled eyes that scrutinized every movement you made were too much for your poor heart to endure. It was as though he was waiting, waiting for your slip-up, to gain a perfect reason to permanently confine you behind the walls of your bedroom. And you fear… that the day you kissed your freedom goodbye was approaching quicker than you initially anticipated.

“What will it take for you to treat me as normally as the rest?” the (h.c) haired girl wept, clutching on tightly her father’s robes. “Shall I become like my sister, Athanasia? If I do… will I become like a free bird, and be granted more privileges?” grief-stricken jeweled eyes peered up at her father. “Will you finally release me from the shackles you trapped me in?”

“Do what you want,” her father smirked. but, as quickly as her hope came so was it shattered. the piercing concept. his voice in her ears was the cruelest of them all. “Such a thing won’t happen till the day I perish.” what a terrible vow. she knew he would do anything in his power to maintain his promise. and so, the deepest of despair like never before flooded her eyes. what have you done to receive this…?

you were very precious. nothing, not even the rarest pieces in the world could be compared to you; you were the highest value among them all. for all, it was a high requirement to treat you with the utmost importance and respect. yes, to them, to everyone, you were, the jewel of obelia.

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[miraclewoozi]

DRIVE. - l.c

DRIVE -- or, the night you realise it's actually very hard to stay mad at the guy who shows up at your house, throwing stones at your window on a Thursday night, to try and fix something that was your mistake in the first place.

pairing : chan x fem reader. content : fwb > lovers. angst, smut (MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT), fluff. more or less in that order. they’re both dumb as hell. not explicitly put in any detail but this was written with a more 70s vibe in mind so feel free to bear that in mind when thinking of the car/tech/styles etc if u like. w/c : 7.8k warnings : lots of swearing. it’s all a big fuckin misunderstanding because i am a whore for that. weed & alcohol mentioned (neither party is drunk or high at the time of this taking place). mentions of past cheating (neither mc or chan are the cheater). some pov switching because i said so. let me know if i've forgotten anything. proofread exactly once so if there's a typo, no there isn't. SMUT TAGS UTC.  notes : dino. get the fuck off my ass. i’m so serious i am not strong enough to handle the very real feelings i have for you. go away.  notes 2.0 : i listened to halsey’s drive for some inspo for this & took that as the title, so feel free to give it a listen if you want!

SMUT TAGS : dom!chan. car fuckin', making out, hair pulling, grinding/dry humping, fingering, finger sucking, dick riding, marking/scratching, unprotected sex (make good choices), overstimulation, multiple orgasms. praise. chan calls reader ‘baby’ & ‘sweetheart’. he’s a BIG talker during sex (sorry).

You’re not stupid. You heard his car pull up outside your house almost an hour ago. 

Since then, at random intervals ranging anywhere between thirty seconds and five minutes, there have been clinks of a thrown stone at your bedroom window, a piece of the gravel that lines your driveway. Each time, it makes your jaw tense, makes your fingers tighten in the bedsheets you pulled all the way up to your chin in a foul mood at 8pm. It’s been the same now for almost two weeks — you’ve been getting home from work, showering the day away, eating your dinner and retiring to your room as early as you possibly can. Your roommate tried to find out what was wrong around day three but you very promptly shut her down — she’s since learned that the best she’s getting out of you currently is a dismissive wave of your hand or some kind of a grunt. She joked one evening that it was like she’d adopted a teenager; you scowled so violently that she went to her room. 

Hardly any of your other friends have seen anything of you, either, despite the fact that several have come knocking to check if you’re all right. 

You’re very much not all right, as it happens. This is perhaps the most upset you’ve ever felt, and that’s going quite some way. The angriest, too. It’s worse than when that middle aged woman threw her entire bucket of popcorn at your head when you gave her salty instead of sweet, and you were picking kernels out of your hair for the rest of your six hour shift. It’s worse than when your nasty supervisor ‘forgot’ you were in the bathroom and ended up locking you inside the cinema overnight, because you didn’t have your own set of keys to get out and the people whose numbers you remembered weren’t answering their phones. 

It’s somehow even worse than when a summer crush from a few years ago broke things off by telling you that he already had a girlfriend back home and that you were basically just a means to pass the time and get his dick wet. God, and you thought that was the lowest you could possibly be.

Here you are, though, so far beyond all those things it would be comical, if it didn’t hurt. Chan has really done a number on you, and you’re not sure how you ended up getting so emotionally involved in your situationship with him that this is what you’ve been reduced to. For days now, you’ve been swallowing back tears of frustration (both with yourself and with Chan), rolling around in your bed night on night, unable to get to sleep because all you can think about is him.

Him, and the way he sounded genuinely horrified when his friends asked about the ‘movie girl’, and he laughed, ‘God, no – we’re just friends. That’s never gonna happen’. It was impressive, how quickly your face fell, in no way aided by the squealing giggles that rang through the house as a very, very drunk girl came running out of the living room and shut herself in the toilet, drowning out a chunk of the conversation you were listening in on. Somehow, it hurt even more when he went on to say ‘besides, there’s… someone else’. 

And when you have managed to drift off after hours of staring at the walls and the ceiling, hearing those words on a loop on your fed up brain? Of course he’s been in your fucking dreams, too.

In your defence, all you were trying to do was use the mirror in the hallway outside the kitchen he and his friends were standing in, readjusting your top to cover the hickey that he had so kindly left on your collarbone just the night before. It wasn’t as though you sought him out to listen in; it was a coincidence. And okay, fine, maybe you should have walked away when the conversation turned to the topic of Chan’s love life. Maybe you should have not crept closer and held your breath to be able to hear them all better. Maybe, even, you should have stayed around long enough to ask what he meant by it then and there instead of hopping in a taxi and going home without saying goodbye to anyone. 

Hindsight really is a beautiful thing.

Never gonna happen. Well, Chan seemed quite happy to ignore the fact that it already had happened. Several times. At least four of those being in the very car currently on the street outside your home. The car he’s used on countless occasions to drive you up to lovers’ lookouts in the dead of night, letting one of his many mixtapes play through the tinny speakers, where he’d kiss you breathless and cradle your face between his palms, as his fingers would delicately explore beneath your clothes, as his broad shoulders would slot between your thighs, as his hips rol–

And maybe you aren’t stupid, but Chan seems determined to prove that he sure as hell is. He came to pick you up from work the day after the party like nothing had happened, and couldn’t figure out why you said you would rather walk home in the rain than get in with him and stormed away without any further explanation. Then, he showed up on your doorstep on the morning of your day off with your favourite coffee and a breakfast bagel, asking if you could talk. He still didn’t realise what he’d done to upset you, so you slammed the door in his face. Finally, just earlier today, he ran after you in the mall, persistent as you’ve ever known him to be, and laid a hand on your shoulder when you didn’t turn around to just the sound of his voice calling your name. 

You pushed him off so hard he almost fell over. 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” You had barked, shrugging your shoulders to try and realign your jacket. “I don’t want to talk to you. What’s not clicking?”

His face resembled that of a scolded pet when he took a step back and frowned at you. “I just wanted to–”

“I don’t care what you want, Chan,” you spat. “Give it up. I’m done.”

You could see the desperation swimming in his eyes as he scrambled for what to say and your heart felt like it was being weighed down all the way into your stomach. You supposed that was the part of you that was causing all this ache in the first place, and further that it was to blame for your current state of misery. But you steeled yourself and stood your ground nonetheless. He wasn’t going to win you over with puppy eyes and a pout. Not this time.

In his silence, you only then noticed how hard your breaths were coming, each slow and long but still dangerously unsteady. You lowered your voice, top lip curling at him as you muttered, “You’re embarrassed of me enough to lie to your friends? Fine. I don’t give a–… but shit, next time, tell a girl that to her face instead of behind her fucking back.”

It’s been seven hours, and you keep replaying the last thing he said to you as you stormed away (how his voice got quieter when he realised you weren’t turning back; how he sounded so hoarse, so sorry). 

‘I’m sorry if I hurt you - I— I never meant to.’

If. If. If. Were you not making it completely fucking obvious that he had, most definitely, hurt you? Part of your brain is even now starting to go down the route that he’s doing this on purpose, that it’s some twisted sort of damage control, that he hopes maybe if he plays dumb for long enough, you’ll forget what you were mad about or maybe start to second guess what you heard. But if that’s what he thinks, he obviously doesn’t know you very well at all. That’s never going to happen. 

Hell, for someone you were being so careful to keep in the appropriate lane in your head, Chan really has you thinking yourself in circles. You’re sick to your back teeth of him, and his stupid voice and his stupid smile and his stupid –

Clink.

Stupid. Fucking. Stones.

A groan loud enough to definitely catch the attention of your roommate sounds from deep within your chest at this interruption to your spiral and you finally, finally concede. Whatever argument he’s so clearly longing to have at 11 o’clock on a Thursday night? Fine. He can have it. If it means he backs off for good, you’ll give him his one last ruck.

You pull the window open none too gently and lean enough through it that Chan comes into view. He isn’t even looking up, you realise, too busy sifting through the driveway trying to find his next little projectile, and you hiss his name to get his attention. It startles him so much that he drops the indiscernible bundle in his right hand. He blindly scrambles to pick it up, those big, earnest eyes gazing at you as if you’re floating in midair before him.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You ask him, trying not to raise your voice too loud but at the same time, needing to generate enough volume for him to hear. He holds the bundle in both hands, now, and they catch the light of the lamp by your front door. Flowers, you register, squinting to try and make them out, your brows furrowing so much that your forehead hurts. 

Black dahlias.

You choke back a laugh. Ah, the joys of fooling around with the son of a florist. Are they all so damn dramatic? (Or does he just know that they’re your favourites?)

Whichever it is, you tell yourself that’s not going to work. You won’t let it. Through gritted teeth, you say, “go away. I’m serious. I’ll call the cops on you.”

He shakes his head, begging as he steps just a little closer so his face is more visible in the amber light too. “Please–” he hurries, biting his bottom lip. “Please, don’t– just… tell me what I did. I want to make it right. Please.”

He never begs like this. In all the time you’ve known him, you swear Chan has said ‘please’ to you fewer times than you could count on your fingers. Which is by no means a bad thing — that’s just always been the very comfortable nature of your friendship, and later, the -with-benefits tag that you ended up sticking on the end. 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose and fighting not to shiver in the cold nighttime air. Note to self: don’t do a Romeo and Juliet in the middle of the fucking winter without layering up, first. “What does it even matter?”

“What do you mean, what does it matter?” He asks, looking down at the bunch of flowers in his hands, then back at you. “I-... you know I’d never hurt you. Not on purpose. Please, just… if I did something–”

“There’s someone else,” you echo, fed up with his pretending. He’s a fair actor, you’ll give him that – he might even have been able to convince you, if you hadn’t already heard the other half of this tale he’s doing his best to spin in his favour. 

His face screws up, thinking he’s misheard. It’s his turn not to understand now. If you’re telling him you’ve met someone else, he’s got questions, because you’d promised to be open and honest with each other if that ever happened, so that you could call things off and go back to being just friends without it becoming a big deal. That was always supposed to be a calm conversation, not… whatever this is. You talked about it, right at the start. But… those are the words you’re saying, aren’t they? And why would you be mad at him if you were the one whose circumstances had changed? 

“What?” he asks, finally. “What do you mean?”

“God, no – we’re just friends. That’s never gonna happen. Besides, there’s… someone else!” You raise your voice without really meaning to, before swallowing hard and glancing back inside your room. “You said that, Chan. Don’t piss me off by coming here and pretending like you didn’t.”

Chan starts to look like he’s trying to figure out an algebraic equation in his head while only having half the required information; his eyes fall down to the gravel, his lips move without any sound coming out of them, his features tighten until there are definite lines between his eyebrows. Then, it clicks. The lightbulb moment. He slaps one hand to his face and shakes his head furiously, and you just know he’s going to wake up with an ache in his neck tomorrow because of it.

“Oh fuck,” he curses. “No, no, no, no, no – that’s not–”

“What did I just say?” You spit down at him. “Don’t piss me off–”

“Listen!” He shouts, and you gesture with your hand for him to lower his voice, interrupting his flow of thought and rendering him silent for a moment. “Fuck, please. Come down here and talk to me. That’s not what you think it is.”

You’re in every mind to slam your window shut and leave him out there in the cold. It would work if you got out your headphones to drown out the sounds of him trying to get your attention, which you have absolutely no doubt in your mind that he would do. And maybe then he’d get the hint; maybe then he would understand that you’re not just some pushover who he can just pick up and play with when it suits him. 

But he’s still holding those fucking flowers like they’re a lifeline, still looking up at you without a single lick of anger on his face. Not stress at having been discovered, which you would have expected him to be swimming in right about now. He looks… kind of beside himself, as if nothing could possibly be worse than what you’re threatening to do.

All this, for you? It just doesn’t make sense. 

“Please,” he says again, quieter, weaker. For the first time, you pick up on the hint of a shiver in his voice, and you swallow. Whether you’re gulping back your pride, or your resolve, or the last remnants of your sensibility, you don’t know. 

Does he deserve for you to hear him out? You’re not sure.

But does he deserve to be stuck out in the cold in just his stupid leather jacket and a pair of jeans? 

With regret, you think, no. He doesn’t.

All you give him is a scowl before you disappear from view entirely, pulling the window closed and drawing your curtains again. Faster than you think you ever have before, you throw on a sweatshirt over your pyjamas, grab your keys, and hurry down the stairs as silently as you possibly can. 

He’s stood in exactly the same place when you edge outside and pull the door closed behind you. Up-close, you can see the tiredness on his face: this is a man who has exhausted himself in worry, you think, and yet he still smiles a little when he sees you in full. He still holds the flowers out for you to take. He still purses his lips and blows out a stuttered cloud of air. Nervous, and not in the way you think he ought to be. So when you walk straight past him and don’t take the dahlias out of his hands, instead standing by his car and waiting for him to unlock it for you, you start to feel overwhelmingly guilty. 

Chan is many, many… many things. But he really isn’t this good of a performer, no matter what you’ve been telling yourself all week. For God’s sake, why is it so much easier to be angry at him when he’s not standing right in front you?

You slip into his passenger side as he fumbles to set the flowers down on his backseat again, and he joins you up front just a few moments later. His hands are shaking when he sets the keys into the ignition. His whole body is. When you cast a real look over at him, the tips of his fingers are pale and his lips are lacking their usual rosy, pink hue. Your own teeth are chattering despite only having been truly exposed to the cold air for a matter of seconds; you dread to think how frozen he must be.

“Are we driving?” You ask to break the silence. Since he got into the car and fiddled with the heating settings to try and warm things up a little, he hasn’t said a word. It’s awkward. It’s horrible. You already miss the comfortable way you’ve been able to sit for hours together, barely talking, just watching the lights of the city and the cars travelling through it. 

You already miss him. Which is a strange thought, seeing as he’s only about ten inches away. 

“If– if you want,” he says, stuttering through the frost in his lungs. “We can go—...”

“Drive, Chan,” you say. It’s not just because you want him to stop falling over his words – which, to be fair, you do. Chan has always been very confident, carrying himself with the air of someone who knows exactly their worth. It’s one of the things you treasure about him. So this? Is fucking weird. But a big part of it is that you know his car will heat up faster if it’s in motion, and right now, you think maybe he’s at risk of losing a finger or two if he doesn’t get some circulation back.

He steps on the gas and the car pulls away from your home. It’s the first time you’ve ever been in his car without there being some sort of music playing, whether that’s historically just been the radio or a tape he put together with the help of one of his older friends. (The tapes that always had your first initial on them. The tapes that he never failed to ask your opinions on when he dropped you home – as if he’d compiled them with only you in mind.) The silence feels jarring and you can hear every rumble of the engine, every squeal of the brakes he definitely needs to get serviced. 

But the car does warm through, and you sigh out relief as the bones in your hands move a little easier, as your fingers curl and uncurl to less resistance from your taut muscles. Chan feels it, too; his body relaxes, his breaths stop coming out in fractions, his face gets some colour back. The timing feels a little less awful when you finally say, “go on, then.”

Chan glances over at you as he drives down an unlit street. Only for a second, like he’s checking you’re still there, before his eyes train back on the road. He’s going to one of your favourite spots. It isn’t a lookout – it’s somewhere completely shut off from the rest of town, hidden by the trees near the railway tracks, somewhere you’ve never had to worry about being seen or heard. Maybe he’s anticipating a screaming match. Maybe he’s expecting something else. Maybe, even, he just cares about how much you love it there. 

“I didn’t know you heard that conversation,” he starts, sheepishly. You want to roll your eyes, reach over and thump him, ask if that makes what he said okay, but you don’t. You stay looking out the front windscreen too. Waiting. “I… all right. I was out of my ass drunk.”

You click your tongue, pressing it afterwards against the inside of your cheek, but again, you stay quiet.

“I don’t think you heard what you thought you heard, though,” he goes on to say. “‘Cause– ‘cause it wasn’t…”

But you can only be quiet for so long in the face of this mess. Especially when he’s apparently working towards a doctorate in beating around the fucking bush. “I heard you tell your friends that it was never gonna happen with ‘movie girl’.”

Chan’s face brightens, and you can’t help but wonder what on Earth is wrong with this man. Why does he find that funny? Why is his chest moving like he’s trying not to laugh?

“And you… thought you were movie girl,” he says, nodding. “Okay. Okay – shit. I’m sorry.”

You look at him properly, now, as he indicates to the right and takes the turn that leads him down the lane to your spot. “What are you talking about?”

“I get it,” he says. “You work at the–... but you’re not movie girl. Not that movie girl.”

“Stop talking in riddles before I get out of this car, Chan. It’s too late for this shit.”

He holds a hand up as if to apologise and settles back against the head cushion, suddenly looking far more comfortable than he did thirty seconds ago. He clears his throat, running his tongue over his lips, before sucking in a breath and letting himself go on.

“You’re not movie girl,” he says again, successfully clarifying nothing. “There’s this chick I used to dance with — years back, before… God, when we were in school, like, forever ago. She moved away when we were sixteen.” As he talks, he reaches your destination and sets the car into park, before he unfastens his seatbelt and turns to face you. You do the same, shifting your weight to tuck one leg up beneath you, and with your undivided attention, he goes on. “I ran into her recently. She’s back in town now, I guess. It was like, two weeks—?”

“I’m gonna be all-over grey by the time you finish telling this story,” you interrupt, raising an eyebrow. “Can you please give me the short version?”

“Not if you want it to make sense,” Chan shrugs. Begrudgingly, you let him keep talking. “She said it would be cool to hang out, maybe catch a movie or do lunch or something — and look, I didn’t know she was asking me on a date, I thought she was just being nice, y’know? Trying to be friends, but… you weren’t working that day, it was when you had that… that stomach thing going on? And I brought you the soup my mom made, remember?”

You nod; of course you remember. At the time, you wondered why on Earth this grown man’s mother was making you food — you asked yourself whether he’d told her about you, or if she thought it was for someone else. In the end you decided he must have just been bringing you leftovers. But you’d been too worn out to start asking questions; instead, after you’d eaten, you let yourself fall asleep with your head in his lap as he patted your hair and hummed his favourite songs. You hadn’t let yourself think too deeply about it since. 

“Anyway. We were sat watching the movie and she, uh,” he glances down at his lap, tips of his ears burning pink. “She put her hand, sorta, on my thigh? And then I was like, shit, I didn’t read this right, like… at all. So I moved it off and she took the hint — and after it ended I said to her, you know, I was flattered, right? But I wasn’t interested. And then I went home and got that soup and—… yeah.”

He came straight to see you. To look after you. Hell, you didn’t even fool around that night; in retrospect, it was all uncharacteristically domestic. And slowly, the pieces you’ve spent days struggling to fit together start to fall into place. It makes sense. The only question that remains is do you believe him?

Well, tell a lie. 

There is one more. 

“You said there was someone else,” you add quietly. 

You’ll die before you admit it, but this is secretly the part that was hurting you the most. 

You can’t even look him in the eye, right now; your cheeks are burning with the embarrassment of even caring. As much as you want to tell yourself that the only reason you’re pissed is just because of the dishonesty, you can only stare at yourself in the mirror and point-blank lie so many times. Someone else. You hate it. 

Just the thought of him seeing somebody else, taking them out on dates, smiling at them, laughing with them, kissing them the way he kisses you, touching —

A shiver runs the length of you and you cross your arms, thrusting your sleeve-covered hands under your armpits. 

Chan takes a deep breath in and exhales it slowly, like he’s blowing smoke out of his lungs. “There is,” he admits, nodding slowly, avoiding your eyes, too. “There is someone else.”

“When were you going to tell me?” You ask. 

Chan doesn’t respond straight away. You don’t notice, but eventually his eyes do land back at you; it’s only when he clears his throat to get your attention that you look at him long enough to realise he’s quite deliberately staring. His lips are lifted on the right in a lopsided smile, his eyes soft as he reaches across the seats towards you. You stare blankly down at his hand until he wiggles his fingers, and you think briefly that this is the most fucked up ending to a situationship you’ve ever been through. 

You drop one of your hands down and let him hold it, though, staring at his face as his thumb brushes over your knuckles and you wait for him to finally say it out loud. For him to announce that he’s fallen for somebody and that he can’t see you anymore. To put the nail in the coffin. Don’t tell me their name, you think. I don’t want to know anything about them. Please, just don’t.

“For someone so frustratingly smart, you’re really fucking dumb,” Chan says, finally, swallowing around his words and squeezing your fingers. Whatever stoic expression you had forced onto your face at the start of this conversation dissolves into irritation and you snatch your hand away from him again, letting his own fall and collide with a thunk against the handbrake. 

“Oh, sorry that I didn’t realise you were sneaking around behind my back when that’s the one thing we promised we wouldn’t do,” you snap. “God. The only stupid thing I’ve done here is get involved with you in the f—”

“You’re the someone else.”

Oh. 

Oh.

“I’m—?”

“You.”

The admission hangs heavily between you, as does your nonsense, unfinished insult. Neither of you really know what to do with yourselves except sit perfectly still and try to somehow deal with your increasingly dry throats. When Chan moves, it’s only to turn down the heating dial when his cheeks burn a bit too hot; you appreciate it, in part due to the bead of sweat currently running down your back, but you don’t say so. 

“You could have started with that,” you say weakly, wrestling with all your strength to keep even some of your cards close to your chest. It’s not working though. Your attempt to conceal your elation is a bit like throwing a single leaf on top of a bison and calling it camouflage. 

Chan commits to laughing, finally, your sentiment breaking him too. Now, you do crack that smile, albeit mostly just at the sound that comes from him. It’s bright and airy, lighting his whole face up as he drops all the way back and leans against his car door, pushing his fingers through his hair. “I was trying to build to a moment! It’s not my fault you hit every branch of the anti-romantic tree on your way down.”

“I am not anti-romantic,” you scoff in protest. 

“Yes — you are.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“No, you’re just an idiot.”

“Says she who didn’t realise her fuck-buddy had feelings for about six months, Jesus.”

“Chan—” You start, your voice laced with a playful warning. 

“Here I was thinking I was making it completely obvious,” he rambles on. 

“— oh my God, just shut up and kiss me.”

“Dropping hints left and r—” … “Huh?”

He stops short a fraction of a second after you finish, stumped and silent, frozen with everything but a little buffering symbol above his forehead. Kiss me, you said. Chan, […] just shut up and kiss me. All right, you’ve asked him to do that before, but not like this. Not as if you’ll wither away should you not get a taste of his lips this instant. It takes him some time to process it, but he does move in first, eventually. The way he always does, closing the distance between you like he’s been shot out of a cannon, one hand either side of your face, crashing feverishly against your mouth. 

Every now and again, he’ll be happy to let you take charge and set the pace: mostly just if he’s feeling lazy or especially generous. Tonight isn’t one of those times, however. He holds you and kisses you possessively, like you’re his, like this is how he finally gets to lay claim on you, licking between your gasp-parted lips after he moans straight into your mouth. He’s spearmint sweet, edged with that one cherry flavoured chapstick he stockpiles as he grins up against you, rolling his body fluidly with every separation for air, every changing angle. 

He pulls your sweatshirt up over your head and throws it down into the footwell on the passenger side, straight away hurrying to kiss you hungrily again, hands cupping your neck. His tongue is in your mouth once more, there’s no way you could possibly differentiate your breaths from his: you’re one, in every way you can be with your clothes still on, but it’s not enough. 

“Want you,” you whimper as he nips at your bottom lip and pleasure rushes through you from head to toe. 

“You’ve got me,” he groans with his eyes still closed. “I’m all yours.” 

“No,” you insist, whimpering when his cute little nose drags across your cheek until he’s pressing hot kisses to your jawline. “I— fuck—”  He suckles on the sweet spot below your ear and your spine tingles, head tilting to give him better access. “Chan, I want you.”

Chan settles back from you, his usually bright, sparkling eyes now darkened with desire. All he gives you is a singular glance sideways, but you know exactly what he’s suggesting. You nod, breathing deep, biting the inside of your cheek; he turns off the headlights and it’s all systems go. 

There’s a rush to scramble into the back of the car. Chan takes the keys out the ignition and climbs through the gap in the seats; you opt for the less hazardous approach of getting out of the vehicle entirely and re-entering it instead. Not that it bothers him — no sooner is the door closed behind you, Chan’s hands are on your hips and he pulls you on top of him, your leg knocking the dahlias off the leather and onto the floor in the process. You gasp and glance down but he averts your attention with two fingers under your chin, guiding you to look back at him. 

“What? You think this is the last time I’ll bring you flowers?” He asks, capturing your lips as he leans up to you; at the same time, his hands drop low and he starts to slide open the buttons down the front of your pyjama shirt. “Baby, m’gonna get you so many more.” 

You sigh at the affectionate name, at the change in its use; until now, Chan has only called you baby while he’s buried inside you, bruising you inside and out with sharp thrusts and rough-gripping fingers. But as much as you can feel him growing hard against the inside of your thigh while you try to get comfortable, one knee planted either side of his hips, you can’t help but feel as if this time, it means something different. 

(He’s had feelings for six months: it always meant what it does, now. You know that, deep down.)

Somewhere in amongst the never-ending sloppy kisses and constantly travelling hands, you manage to strip both his jacket and T-shirt off him and you’re pressed bare-chest-to-bare-chest with Chan, feeling every little hitch of his breath in his lungs, every thump of his heartbeat, every tiny increase in the temperature of his skin. Your desperate search for friction between your legs has you rolling your hips down against his hard-on, drawing grunts and making him squeeze at your tits when you rock against him the right way. His head eventually drops to your chest and he replaces one hand with his mouth, freeing his fingers to slide down the front of your pyjama bottoms. 

It’s honestly rarer for Chan to get straight to the point than it is for him to tease you a little first, so when he flattens his palm against you and brushes his fingertips over your already aching clit, you let out a squeak of surprise. He shivers, releasing your nipple from between his teeth for a moment; once he’s collected a little more arousal to ease the friction, he continues to rub at the bud, slowly building the pressure inside you.

“No panties?” He asks, struggle clear in the roughness of his voice. 

“I was in bed,” you gasp, eyes rolling back. It’s for the best that it happens out of pleasure, really, because you’re not sure you’d be able to stop yourself rolling them in exasperation at his remark otherwise. You shuffle a little, lifting yourself up on your knees more, breath hitching when he uses the newly granted space to dip his hand lower and press a finger against your hole. “Please, Chan — this can’t be comfy— just…”

“S’fine” he argues, shaking his head, despite the fact that the angle of his wrist is actually kind of painful, right now. The truth is that he can’t bring himself to care: not when he can smell your fabric softener on the shirt still hanging off your shoulders, the shampoo in your freshly washed hair, all so pretty mixed with the damp scent of your desire. Not when you clench around him as he slides his finger in and out of your cunt. Not when he could get you to soak all the way through these pretty satin pants. 

Your arms snake around his neck as he dips a second finger inside you to join the first. The way your thighs tighten around his hips could — should — be embarrassing, the fact his sturdy lap holds you open enough for your pussy to be toyed with even more so. You almost always do this too music, too — for what might be the first time ever, you can hear every single wet sound your body makes, every hitch of your own breath, every grunt he gives even though he’s not the one being pleasured. 

You don’t even realise how you’re rocking up and down against his hand until Chan licks from the base of your neck to your jaw, smirking over your pulse point and says, “gonna ride my cock this good too, baby?”

And if it was anyone else talking to you like this, you would be embarrassed. Mortified, at being so needy you’re here doing all the work for him. At the cry you give as he splits and scissors his fingers to stretch you out. But instead? You feel another rush of arousal drool out of you as you press your nails into his shoulders and nod, bouncing harder and watching how his bicep tenses up solid with the effort of keeping his arm steady for you to use. 

“Wanna,” you gasp. “Want it so bad, Chan—”

Despite your pleas for this to move further, when his hand pulls back out of the elastic of your waistband, you feel like you could throttle him. The urge ebbs away when his soaked fingers press to your lips and he quirks an eyebrow at you, though — you end up suckling them clean, licking up every trace of your own slick. You lock eyes with him as you do, slumping on your thighs so your drenched core sits right over his tweaking length, the seam of your pants giving just enough friction to your clit for it to feel good as you grind down on him again. 

“Get those off,” he instructs, trying to sound hard and dominant. Which would work, perhaps, if his voice didn’t crack in the middle of the sentence. “Now.”

Even though you’re overcome with a need to tease him, the desire you have to be split open on his length outweighs it, so you do as you’re told and hold it in for later. It’s not easy, but you manage to manipulate yourself in his lap to work the satin down your thighs and past your knees. He helps you tug them the rest of the way past your ankles and feet, shoves them onto the floor — Chan’s hands settle back on your hips and yours skim down his stomach at the same time, fingers grazing over the little hairs that trail from his bellybutton down into his jeans. 

“Can I?” You ask, playing already with his belt buckle. 

He hums assent and you slip it all the way open, tugging as he moves his hips underneath you so you can pull it free from the loops. Between you, you manage to get his jeans unfastened, to pull both them and his boxer shorts down over his ass and to his knees; finally, fucking finally, his cock sits pretty and leaking and free between your stomach and his. It’s getting cold in the car now the heating isn’t on, but you’re already burning up in anticipation for him to ruin you; the way his abs ripple as he takes his shaft into his hand and strokes himself a couple of times to prepare tells you he’s in the same boat. 

It’s like clockwork, from here. You shift into position as easily as you settle into bed after a long day. Chan rubs his tip through your folds, feels the warmth of you and hisses through his teeth with fluttering eyes. Just like always. This never changes. He can’t ever get enough of that first feeling of his cock against your pussy: it’s like the first hit of a blunt, like the first sip of a cold beer, the first full-body stretch early in the morning. He’s sure it’s what arriving at the gates of heaven must feel like. 

You sink down onto him slowly, fluttering around his tip and stilling to give you both a moment to get used to the feeling. He’s thick inside you. Thicker than his pretty, dainty fingers have ever been able to stretch you enough for. Even as wet as you are, you still need to suck a deep breath into your lungs before you can relax your hips further and let your heat swallow him all the way to his base. 

Chan’s head is tipped back in pleasure, he’s biting his lip at the sting of your nails pressing hard into the back of his neck. He loves it, though — loves how the pain shoots in waves down his spine, how it tingles in his brain, how he knows you need to anchor yourself this way or you’ll lose control. He kneads at your ass as you sit against his thighs, listening to you whimpering at how deep he is inside you.

“So fucking tight around me still,” Chan groans, focusing all his willpower into keeping his hips down on the leather beneath him. “Shit, baby — you feel so good…” His neck softens and his head drops forward again as you start to move, rising and falling over and over. He kisses your throat and down to your collarbones while you work up to a rhythm, sliding his palms up your back, hugging you close to him. 

He isn’t even the one putting in the hard work, but within minutes of this, his soft, fluffy hair clings to his forehead. A light sheen of sweat makes him radiant under the moonlight breaking through the trees. He’s breathing heavily, the top of his toned chest painted a soft pink — you don’t think he could possibly look prettier. Not until he cups your jaw with his hands and you look upwards: you land on his smiling face, those plush, swollen lips, his devilish but sweetly glittering eyes. The sight of him, looking at you like you’re some kind of Goddess, makes your pussy tighten and your tiring hips stutter. You slip your pyjama top all the way off your arms and curl your fingers into his hair, meeting him in an open-mouthed kiss, through which you’re both just beaming. 

You’ve never kissed him this much. When it all started out, you sort of had a rule against it, but now? Neither of you can stop. As he starts to fuck up into you, taking the reins and letting your burning thighs rest, he keeps your face steady with his hands and freely allows his lips to slide against yours. It’s not refined. It can’t be. Not with how hard and fast his movements quickly become, not with the onslaught of curses and moans and babbled praise coming from the both of you. One particularly sharp thrust makes you yelp out a squeak of his name and he just swallows it down, making a point to keep aiming for— and hitting— that same spot inside you. You’re a mess. 

He could do this all night. When your orgasm bubbles inside you and he starts pinching at one of your nipples, sending you over the edge, he’s nowhere near finished. Even though your cunt massages at his length, throbbing and pulsing through your climax; even though your voice is so high by now that only dogs can hear you; even though you nearly collapse on top of him with almost all your weight in his lap, and he has to work twice as hard to keep this going, he barely slows. He definitely doesn’t stop. 

“You can gimme one more, right sweetheart?” He asks, grunting into your neck. “Always feels so fucking good when you come.” You choke up an ‘mhm’, to which he responds by slipping a hand between your bodies and down to where you’re connected. His thumb presses against your clit again — not moving, just applying enough pressure to make you stutter when you say his name. 

Your thighs are still twitching when you try to lift yourself a little, try to meet his movements as he chases his orgasm too. The “problem” with Chan is that his stamina is otherworldly. You couldn’t keep up if you wanted to. 

“Relax,” he says, tensing his jaw, doing the opposite himself. “Fuck — lie down.”

It’s pretty cramped and hard to move, but you lift yourself off him and only slightly lament at the sudden emptiness between your legs. There isn’t time to get too upset, however: moments after you get comfortable on your back, Chan shoves his jeans the rest of the way down and stands with one knee planted on the seats, lifting one of your ankles up to rest it on his shoulder. He slips back inside you easily then, gripping around your calf to keep you both steady. From the word go, his pace is relentless. You scrabble around for something to hold onto but the entire car seems to melt away; you ball your hands into fists at your sides instead, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. 

“Mm-mm. Look at me,” Chan hums, tightening his grip on your leg. “Wanna see those pretty eyes.” 

You obey, opening your lids to look up at him while he pounds into you hard enough to make the car shake. Over, and over, and over, and over. Rougher. Faster. For how long? Who even knows. All you’re truly aware of is how good it feels. How the windows grow foggy with the  steam of your laboured breaths. How his sweat mingles with your own. 

When his fingers on the other hand get reacquainted with your clit, when he bites down on his bottom lip, when his thrusts start to get messier and more erratic and the veins in his arms start to bulge out, you know he’s getting close. He doesn’t need to tell you out loud. The smirk he wears speaks for itself. 

“Where d’you want it, baby?” He asks you, pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle. 

“In— mmh, in-…side me—” you stammer, hips jolting as you near your second orgasm to match his first. “Please, Chan — want it all…”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah—”

Well, he must’ve been holding himself back something spectacular, because a few thrusts later you watch all of his muscles contract as he tips over the edge, and you go hurtling with him. It’s all so much. All your nerve endings feel like they’re on fire and your vision starts to blur at the edges; it’s not long before you have to close your eyes to shut one of your overworked senses out, completely. Your muscles are sore. Your throat hurts. Even your lungs ache. 

God, he hasn’t gone that hard in so long, you don’t know what to do with yourself. You can barely speak — it’s going to take you a week to recover from this, minimum. 

He stills deep inside you, feeling his cock throb with the last pumps of his release. Your leg slips off his shoulder and your foot lands down with a thud onto the car’s (thankfully clean) floor; he bends forward to kiss you, still breathing heavily against your lips. You’ve come over completely boneless and reaching up to thread your fingers into his hair again feels like running a marathon at sprint pace. You’d fall asleep right here, right now, if you could, but with sweat cooling rapidly against your skin, you know that’s probably not up there as one of your finest ideas. 

“You really think getting involved with me was stupid?” Chan asks, nudging your nose with the tip of his own. He’s never been less serious than this in his entire life, which stops you feeling too bad when you lightly slap at his rock solid chest and try to push him off you.

“Yes,” you lie, attempting to reach to the ground for your pyjama shirt while he grips your chin and attacks you with tiny little pecks all over your face. “Stupidest thing I’ve ever done.”

(Chan chuckles to himself and thinks that he’s quite happy to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, really. He can stay that way, as long as you promise never to stop.)

thank you so much for reading. i hope you enjoyed it - likes, feedback, comments, reblogs are all so appreciated.<3

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how to be a latin lover ♡ h.js (teaser)

♡ synopsis: the dreadful semester has started — meaning your summer vacation has come to end, and so has your summer fling…or has it? ♡ genre: summer fling au ; big dummy dumb idiots to lovers ; ta x student dynamics. ♡ pairing: spanish ta!joshua hong x chaebol!fem!reader | side pairings: lee chan x jung haerim (weki meki) ; wen junhui x lee saerom (fromis_9) ♡ word count: 2.4k | full fic: tba because i don't fucking know. ♡ rating: 18+. minors do not interact, i beg. ♡ warnings: honestly, a little toxic if you squint. lots of pining. hella slow burn. [official warnings: joshua and y/n are absolute idiots. i'm talking the dumbest mfs you've ever encountered, you'll want to scream at them through the screen.] ♡ what to listen to: otro atardecer - bad bunny, the marías ; get to you - mac ayres ; more to come.

Friday, September 16th.

It'd been a little more than a week since you met with Joshua in the library.

And since the two of you officially acknowledged that you'd slept together. What you didn't know was, while he was having his own feelings about the history that weighed the two of you down, he wasn't going to force you to return his affections. In fact…he even felt a bit silly, liking you so much off of three weeks of getting the full experience of…well, you.

Better yet, he wasn't even going to tell you there are any residual feelings on his end. If he knew anything, it was you and your type. If he came off too strong – flowers, a date, chocolates and the like, he'd scare you off even more. You were skittish, like a deer, and he had to either slowly gain your trust…

Or irritate the living hell out of you every chance he got.

Subtle flirting, double entendres, maybe the occasional lingering look. He knew that if he wanted a chance, and man did he want it – he was going to have to work for it. No problem, though. You were definitely worth the wait.

"So, as you can see, the proper conjugation is hablar, not hablando." His laser pointer is steady at the bottom of the projector screen, and he looks up to see half of the class staring intently and the other half jotting down notes. You were neither of the two – your head was resting on Chan's shoulder, eyes low. He cleared his throat, your head jumping up and a wince crossing your features.

Joshua knew Chan was really no threat. The fraternity really liked him, and he was set to move in this weekend. According to Chan's Instagram story, you'd been at his dorm the night before helping him pack up. Saerom had also been there, and Soonyoung – another Beta Tau member. You had been holding a can of Red Bull and in one of the following videos, you were shotgunning another.

"Any questions?" He calls out, and Haerim shoots her hand up. "Yes, Haerim?" "Since this is a conversational class, how would we ask someone out? Or, for their number?"

The classroom fills with childish snickering, and Joshua just smiles as he shakes his head. "Well, I-" "I don't think this is an appropriate question, to be honest." Your voice is heard from the back of the classroom, and Haerim turns in her chair, a wicked smile crossing her lips as Joshua rounds the desk, perched on the edge of it. "And why not, Y/N?" She asks, and Joshua can see you shift uncomfortably in your chair.

"This is Beginner Spanish Conversation, not Coffee Meets Bagel. Flirt on your own time, at your own pace." You scoff, and Haerim's smile only grows wider. It's like she knows something about you, and Joshua notices you begin to bristle slightly. "Why are you so uptight about it, Y/N? It's just a question." "I'm paying for this class, as is everyone else. I think I'd like to appreciate my money's worth by learning something I'll actually use." "Alright, ladies. Honestly, Miss Y/N is partially correct. This is not Café y Rosquilla, but I do think that this is…a learning moment. Asking someone out does involve conversation, you know." Joshua attempts to diffuse, but he can see your subtle annoyance at his siding with Haerim. "So, for example, if I wanted to ask out…" He looks around the room, before a flash of diablerie crosses his eyes. "If I wanted to ask out Miss Y/N, I'd have to make conversation. I'd say…eres muy bonita." "Yeah?! What else?!" You hear Myungjun shout from the far left side of the room, and you can feel Chan's knee bumping yours. You scowl at him, earning a smile as he hides in his hoodie. "I'd say…" Joshua scans your face, and he knows you're probably embarrassed. Embarrassed, but enjoying his subtle attention. He pushes off the desk, pacing in front of the students. "Hm, I'd probably say I like her dress, or me gusta tu vestido."

He watches you cross your legs, tucking the extra fabric of your black dress under your thighs. "Okay, but how do you ask her out!?" Haerim interrupts excitedly, and Joshua is on the first step of the stairs before he catches your eyes again.

"You don't just ask someone out flat out like that. You build repertoire, you make conversation." He rolls his eyes playfully, and you think you're about to get off without any further embarrassment when you hear Chan speak up next to you. "How much repertoire can you even build at this point? Psychology says it only takes two minutes to decide if you like someone." Joshua sees you gape at Chan, before pinching his bicep. Chan pouts in your direction, rubbing his arm as Joshua holds back a laugh. "Psychology also says that there are five components to figuring out if we will have a crush on someone. Physical attraction, proximity, similarity, reciprocity and familiarity. Miss Y/N is very pretty, so physical attraction is checked off. Proximity is also checked, as we see each other three times a week for this class." "What about similarity?" Myungjun pipes up again, making you sink lower in your seat. Joshua is enjoying making you squirm a bit, and he steps up a few more. "Hm, I think that's something I'd have to figure out. Tell me, Miss Y/N, do you enjoy…long walks on the beach?" Your eyes are full of fire, and you'd be almost scary if he didn't notice the way your lip wanted to twitch into a smile. Haerim shouts for you to answer the question, making you send her a scornful look – and she just sticks her tongue out at you like a child. "I do…enjoy long walks on the beach."

"What a coincidence, so do I! Now, we have a similarity. Miss Y/N is familiar, because again, I do see her quite often. Now, it's about reciprocation. This is when you ask the question, this is when you try and make a move." "Shua, how do we make the move!?" Chan asks, and you kick his shin, about to tell him to shut up when Joshua finally reaches your row. He's looking you dead in the eyes, his hand gently wrapping around the edge of your desk. He leans forward, and you can hear the stupid woo-ing of your classmates. "Señorita Y/N, ¿le gustaría salir conmigo?"

Somehow, this all feels like some stupid romcom for the both of you. The class is egging you both on, and Chan is next to you with the most idiotic smile you'd ever seen. You huff, the class is now chanting for you to agree to said…"fake" date.

"No." You say quietly, and Joshua feigns pain. He holds his hand to his heart, a pained expression on his face. "You wound me, Miss Y/N."

He turns to the class, all of which are giving you the dirtiest look ever. "Now, now. This was just an example, don't look at her like that." He scolds, and the class turns back to face the front as he barrels down the steps, checking his watch. 

"Shit, it's already ten past noon. You guys are free to go, and if any of you are taking Psych with Professor Seo Jungkwon, tell him I fulfilled his lecture for the day." This earns a laugh from the class, except you. You're angrily stuffing your laptop into your bag, the class eagerly exiting the room. Chan is holding your arm, apologizing most likely, but you don't seem like you want to hear any of it. By this point, Chan looks a bit like a kicked puppy as he quickly takes the steps down, with you following slowly behind him.

Chan is out the door by the time you make it to the last step, and the classroom is empty.

You arms are crossed as you approach the desk, where Joshua is quietly shutting down the projector. His eyes don't meet yours as he disconnects the machine from the wall, winding the cord up to tie together. "Y/N." He calls gently, and you huff angrily. He bites back a smile.

"Why do you insist on embarrassing me? The first week, it was you running your mouth to my best friend. Last week, you practically held Jeonghan at gunpoint to apologize to me. Today, it's putting me on blast in front of an entire classroom with people I will continue to see for the rest of the year."

"Oh? Was it embarrassing?" He's nonchalant as he looks up, tucking the wrapped cables behind the projector. Your eyes are narrowed, and it seems you've caught onto his little game. "Do you get off on this or something? Knowing you fucked one of your students?" "Hm, not necessarily. And none of what was done was done to embarrass you, per say. It's just decent honesty, and we both know you deserved an apology for Jeonghan's behavior." He states matter-of-factly, making you purse your lips. "What about your behavior? You asked me out in front of all these people!" You gesture to the empty room, and Joshua gives you a small smile. "And you rejected me in front of all of those people. The way I see it, it's a teaching moment."

He's on the same side of the desk as you now, resting against it as you complain. HIs smile seems to be getting under your skin, because you grab his shirt by the collar, pulling his face close to yours before you speak through gritted teeth. "Use someone else as your stupid guinea pig. I don't want to be with you, Hong." You're holding him so close, your lips just barely brushing his. He can't help but scan your face quickly, his hand reaching to brush a stray curl off your face. Your eyes follow his fingers, feeling them tuck the hair behind your ear before he swallows carefully. You can feel your stomach flip slightly as his hand drops, ghosting over your hip as he pushes off the desk, making you slightly stumble back. His fingers grab you gently, pulling you flush to him before his nose is touching yours. "Tell me you don't want me," He whispers, his breath hitting your lips making your lashes flutter closed as you press your lips to his. A whimper escapes his throat as he kisses you back, his grip tightening as your hand lets go of his shirt, your palm resting against his stomach as your other hand holds his waist. The kiss is slow but desperate, your tongue licking into his mouth in the way that drove him crazy over the summer. 

He can't help himself, his hand moving to tangle in your hair, moving his lips down your jaw and exposed neck. A sharp inhale from you as he reaches one of the many sweet spots he'd discovered, a soft whine sounding in his ears making him feel dizzy as he nips at your skin. Pulling back, he holds your face close to his as he speaks again. "Tell me you don't want me, and we can stop this right now. I'll be nothing but professional for the rest of the semester."

He can tell that wasn't what you were expecting. Your eyes are wide and full of mixed emotions, but overall, they flash with a bit of fear. "I…" Your hands move to rest on his hips, a frown on your lips as you let go, and he does the same. His arms cross with an expectant look on his face, and you grimace.

"Stop embarrassing me in front of people, and if you don't have a good reason to talk to me or be near me, don't engage at all." 

He gives you a nod, his smile reappearing as he reaches to wipe your lip gloss from his lips. "That being said, I'm guessing you will not be attending office hours tonight?" Huffing, you look away. "No. I have to help Chan move into the frat house with you and your hooligan friends."

"So I'll see you tonight anyway." He speaks with a grin, and you tongue your cheek. "Leave me alone, Joshua."

You spin on your heel, but his arm is on your elbow before you can walk away. He pulls you back, pulling you into a hug, pressing his lips to your hairline as you hesitantly wrap your arms around him. He speaks against your hair, "One more. For the road."

"Joshua." You groan, trying to hide the giddy feeling spreading in your stomach. He smiles at you, planting a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Just one, and I'll let you slam out of here like we were arguing."

You roll your eyes, but let him slot his lips with yours, the minty taste of him still lingering from the previous kiss. This one is much gentler, the warmth of his body against yours comforting as he pulls away with a chaste kiss. And another. And another.

"You said one." You grumble, swatting at his side to make him let you go. He smiles, his thumb coming to wipe at your lips. Your lipgloss is gone entirely, just glitter remaining. "Mmh. I'll see you later." "Whatever." You pull away from him, and he watches as you slam your way out of the classroom, a few students from your class still lingering in the hallway catching his eye. They look questioning, but he just shrugs as the door closes. He sighs as he looks around the empty lecture hall, a glimmer on the third step up calling his eyes. 

Making his way towards the steps, he sees the gold plating of a seven-pointed star, a message engraved in the back. 

For my brightest star, Y/N.

Picking it up, the diamonds mock him.

He feels slightly stupid to think this is fate, while knowing that once you realize it's gone, you'll be panicking. It seems nothing is really going right for you these days – your car being hit, fighting with Saerom, not being able to stand your ground against him…and now your necklace is 'gone'. He wants to be selfish and say it's because you're being a bit of a jerk to him.

So he'll believe that.

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[pinky-the-elephant-room]

The trouble with liking older men

♋AN: It's a new year which means more AM smut

♋Warning: All Might x Younger Fem Reader (she's in her 20s), age gap, age difference, daddy kink, explicit smut, and rough sex. Read at your own discretion.

♋Summary: You met your idol for the first time in your life. There was no way you were gonna let this chance slip out of your hands.

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It all started when she was out on patrol with Fatgum. She was his loyal sidekick for a couple of years now. Technically she still counted as a rookie and had learned so much under the tutelage of Fatgum. 

Imagine her surprise when a routine patrol of Fatgum’s favorite family restaurants ended up with a standoff against villains plus with All Might of all people coming to help.

“That was good work,” Fatgum managed with his mouth full of food. “Want some?” The rotund yellow hero held out a skewer of yakitori to All Might.

The symbol of peace shook his head demurely. “I’m alright. Thanks for the offer.”

Fatgum shrugged and shoved the skewer into his mouth before taking it out, stripped of all the meat, and with ease chucked the empty skewer into a nearby trashcan.

“E-excuse me,” Y/N called from behind Fatgum.

“Oh, there you are, Y/N-chan. Where’d you go?” he said as he turned around to see Y/N standing there. 

“I was here the whole time,” she murmured.

“Young lady! Are you alright?” All Might asked; he stepped closer, not seeing the flustered reaction on her face. “You took quite the hit from that villain.”

She felt dizzy. The All Might asked if she, a lowly sidekick, was alright. Suddenly it felt like oxygen was being deprived, and she was suffocating.

“Breathe.”

Y/N immediately felt her chest convulse and her heartbeat resume thumping behind her chest. She watched wide-eyed as All Might clutched and rubbed her hands. 

“Maybe she needs medical attention?” he fussed.

Fatgum chuckled, “She’ll be fine. Just let go of her.”

“Oh,” All Might let out an embarrassed laugh and, with a blush, quickly let go of her. Y/N felt disappointed as his large hands were no longer encompassing hers. 

She was numb as All Might and Fatgum exchanged a few more words before the symbol of peace disappeared into the crowd. The crowd surrounded him, his laughter evident even amongst the high-pitched screams.

Panicked, she turned towards Fatgum. “Wait! He’s leaving?”

“Of course,” Fatgum swallowed a moment before munching on the seasoned meat again. “He says he has business to attend to in Musustafu.”

“Already? But I didn’t even get a chance to say thank you.”

Y/N only managed to embarrass herself in front of her role model. No biggie. 

“You’ll see him again soon. We’re going out for drinks later tonight. His treat.”

“That’s good… Wait tonight?!”

“That’s what he said” Fatgum tossed another empty skewer. “Just don’t drink too much like last time.”

The last time meant when she got shitfaced from one shot of sake, but in her defense, it was really strong.

“I won’t drink at all!” she vowed. 

She won’t let herself be embarrassed again. 

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Most women her age were into pro heroes like Best Jeanist or Edgeshot if you were looking for a bit of adventure. And according to some gossip article she happened upon online Hawks was the number one hero women in their 20s wanted to ask out.

She didn’t necessarily agree with any of those sentiments despite being in her 20s.

Y/N watched with lidded eyes, circling the top of her beer glass as All Might threw his head back and laughed, uninhibited in his joy.

No, her tastes were a little old school.

Adored by the masses, All Might’s core fandom consisted of the older population and young children. 

She would know she grew up with an All Might fanatic in her mother. Maybe that’s why even now Y/N couldn’t get him out of her mind.

If someone were to look at her past lovers, they all varied in different combinations of buff with blue eyes and blond hair. You could say that she had a type. 

She let out a sigh and tossed some bills on the table.

Who was she kidding? All Might and her?

The no. 1 hero and a sidekick of no.58. That sounded laughable even in her head. 

She sent a text to Fatgum, letting him know she was leaving, and hoped to see him bright and early for their patrols. Not wanting to disturb his and All Might’s conversation, she left as inconspicuously as possible.

You wouldn’t think it was nearing 2 AM from the bright city lights and crowded streets, but this was late for someone who liked to be in bed by 11 PM. 

“Y/N is your name, right?” a voice asked behind her.

She jolted out of her thoughts and turned around to face All Might, who seemed curious about her.

“All Might! I thought you were still in the bar with Fatgum.”

“I can’t quite stomach a long drinking session like I used to,” he sheepishly remarked. “Though Fatgum seemed like he was going to do another round when I left him.”

“Ah, yes, I’m L/N Y/N. Please take care of me,” Y/N said as she bowed.

He returned her greetings with, “Likewise.”

They stood awkwardly next to each other, not knowing what else to say.

“Umm, I’m-”

“Do you mind-” They both began at the same time. 

She giggled nervously and gestured for him to start instead.

“I wouldn’t feel right letting you walk home alone. Do you mind if I walk with you?”

“That’s not necessary at all! I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”

He waved her off. “It’s no trouble at all. It’s the least I could do since I failed to stop the villain in time, and you had to take the blow for it.”

Why was he apologizing to her? It wasn’t his fault she failed to notice the villain's plan in time. She’d been a sidekick for years and still kept messing up at crucial points. 

Maybe that’s what separated the symbol of peace from other pro-heroes. All Might took on tremendous responsibility even when it wasn’t his burden.

Y/N glanced at him from the corner of her eye; he changed into casual clothes for the evening- looking devastatingly handsome. 

How many people could say they had the privilege of seeing this side of All Might?

“So,” he began. “I heard from Fatgum your quirk is called balloon anima. What exactly does it do?”

She wished that Fatgum would stop talking her up in front of his colleagues. It was sweet but embarrassing. In this case, however, she was happy to talk about herself if it meant spending more time with her favorite hero.

“Basically, I can enlarge and animate balloon animals.”

He blinked and then mouthed ‘balloon animals’ as if he didn’t know what to make of her quirk.

She waved her hands around in a panic. “It sounds lame, don’t get me wrong, but it has so many uses. I can use them as helpers, for protection, and even get them to rescue people!”

“Hmm. That sounds like a quirk that would be popular with kids. I can see it now.” 

“Y-you think so? 

“Of course!”

Well, Y/N supposed All Might would know a thing or two about being popular with kids, so who was she to argue?

They continued their trek until the city lights faded, and nothing but stars shone above them. The crowds dispersed until it was just the two of them walking along the sidewalk.

“Well, this is my building,” she said, pointing to the building. “Thank you for accompanying me.”

“It was my pleasure,” All Might said with a grin. “I’ll wait here until you get inside.”

He motioned with his hand as if he were ushering her inside.

Y/N bit her lip uncertainly. Was she making a mistake?

Nevertheless, Y/N stepped forward until she encroached on All Might’s space.

He looked at her curiously. “Is something the matter?”

She lifted her hand and paused before grabbing his shirt and yanking.

His lips slanted against hers, and she felt him jolt and stiffen. But she didn’t lose her nerves and stood on the balls of her feet to pull him closer.

She exhaled through her nose and firmly pressed against his mouth.

A moment later, his arm snaked around her waist, almost lifting her in his embrace.

Y/N was trembling; her hands shook as her fingers curled in his shirt. He hadn’t pushed her away! And more than that he was responding back!

Enthusiastically, she might add.

A loud moan was prompted by him when he bit down on her bottom lip gently before sucking. 

Oh god. It was too much. Y/N couldn’t control herself as she eagerly jumped and snared her legs around his waist.

He caught her with ease with one hand and caressed her face with the other as he took his opportunity to enter her mouth and cajoled her tongue into playing. 

She felt absolutely electrified. All her life, she had dreamed of this moment as soon as she was old enough to know what kissing meant, and even then, it paled in comparison to reality. 

He was so firm and warm against her body. It made her want to take all his clothes off and lick/nibble to her heart’s content until he was panting with desperate neediness. 

“Mmm,” he groaned against her. “So good. Such a good girl, Y/N.”

Y/N writhed against his pelvis, completely frustrated that her jeans had no friction.

Then Y/N remembered they were publicly making out in front of her apartment building—she with the most famous and recognizable pro hero in Japan. 

She abruptly let go with a gasp and tried to separate herself.

“W-why did you stop?” All Might panted, his lips still wet and shiny from their kiss. He looked stricken at the distance between the two of them now.

“Maybe we should go inside to continue?” she half-asked and half-pleaded. Hoping All Might wouldn’t want to end the night prematurely.

There was no need, though. He nodded eagerly and held out his hand for her to take.

“Ok. Where to?”

She smiled, flattered that he seemed to want this as much as she did. 

Her apartment was on the third floor, so she headed straight toward the elevator. It was more than relieving when they encountered no one and could make their way to the lift without complications. 

As soon as the elevator’s doors closed and the corresponding button was pressed. All Might cornered Y/N against the elevator panels.

To anyone, he merely looked like he was tenderly embracing his lover. But Y/N felt his heavy breaths against her neck and his blue eyes piercing her own as his hand made its way down her jeans.

She let out a tiny broken groan when her panties were pushed aside and felt his tentative fingers breach her pussy.

He shuddered, discovering the sticky wetness that coated her inner thighs and panties.

All he did was skim the outer lips and, every now and then, teased her clit in a circular motion.

Her heart was thudding against her chest. If All Might were aware of anything but caressing her cunt, no doubt he would have known his effect on her poor heart. 

Her pleasurable torture ended when with a ding the elevator stopped and slid open.

All Might reluctantly removed his hand and pulled away from her.

Y/N took a moment to gather herself before showing her companion the way to her apartment. 

It took a couple of tries to get the key into the keyhole and open the door with her nervousness.

But she managed and let him into her meager dwelling.

Quickly perusing the surroundings, she didn’t see anything embarrassing lying around that she didn’t need to hide. 

“So, what’s your poison?” he asked, quickly appraising the apartment and turning his attention toward Y/N.

“Huh?” she so eloquently replied. 

Why was he asking about alcohol? They just came back from a bar.

“For the first time, it makes sense we should do it on the bed,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. “But it also doesn’t fit the mood.”

His pants were discarded on the floor. 

“M-mood?” Y/N stuttered and gulped when she saw him start to reach for his boxers. “What do you mean by that?”

“The kind of mood you have sex until you pass out and not be able to walk tomorrow.” He smirked and left his boxers alone, instead taking off his shirt.

All Might firmly grasped her throat and walked backward until the back of her legs hit her sofa and pushed.

“We’ll start here and make our way to the bedroom,” he said, standing over her and pulling off his boxers. “Sounds good to you?”

She nodded, eyeing his semi-erect cock. 

“Any objections? Or questions?”

“Just one, can I call you daddy?”

“I would be disappointed if you didn’t,” he grinned while trying to unbutton her jeans.

She lifted her butt so he could maneuver her jeans down her legs and remove them altogether.

Her jeans plus her shirt both joined his clothes onto the floor.

Y/N reached back to remove her bra, but he halted her. Instead, he pushed the cups up and revealed her chest - making it look obscene. He couldn’t help but bend down and taste. She whimpered at him softly, lapping at her pebbled peaks. 

He didn’t need to do this. She was more than ready, but the way he was enjoying her, slowly tasting and grinding heatedly into her hip. She was being savored, and his eyes watched her religiously, the sight of her slowly becoming undone. 

Y/N got flipped around; her hands rested on the sofa arms while her knees were bent on the seat. She felt All Might crowded behind her and pulled down her jeans. 

She felt him caress her bottom still covered by her silk panties before they too were pulled down.

Her garments pooled around her ankles, and she didn’t even get a moment to kick them off before she felt him line up his cock near her entrance.

Y/N let out a startled gasp at the size of his cock. Or at least what she could feel of him rubbing back and forth languidly. 

Then without warning, he entered full throttle and stayed there.

She choked on the hiss she let out prematurely and bore with the sudden burn.

He set a rigorous pace. Never before has a man made her feel so small physically. At over 7 ft, he engulfed her in his heat. His chest-baring down on her back. She should feel suffocated, unable to escape. Instead, a part of her felt cognizant. The fact she was being held down and used as a sleeve, essentially for his cock made her insides stir and burn.

“Daddy,” she gasped. “Harder.”

There was a pause in his rhythm. Almost as if he was considering Y/N's request. It was only a moment, yet she held her breath, hoping that he would oblige. 

All Might gripped her hips tightly, and she prayed that he would leave bruises for her to admire later. 

Then he started battering her insides like she owed him and he was looking to collect.

Y/N’s screams were muffled amongst the sofa’s cushions.

She felt him tug her hair, firm but not harsh.

“Let me hear you, Y/N”

A chill went down her spine; she let out her sobs unrestrained and wild.

The sofa itself started edging toward the wall due to the strength of All Might’s back-and-forth movements.

Feeling herself building an imminent crescendo, she reached down to touch herself.

“You’re close?” He groaned in response.

His pace became faster and more ruthless to assist in her efforts.

Y/N was helpless to resist. Her pleasure washed over her and her body contorted due to the intensity.

Her eyes rolled back and her teeth clenched as wave after wave prolonged her climax.

“Oh, Daddy,” she chanted. “Yes!” Nonsense spilled out as she reached back and grabbed his face to kiss.

They kiss until a deep bone fatigue replaced her earlier ecstasy. The exhaustion from her activities caught up to her.

Y/N let go of All Might and collapsed onto the sofa, trying and failing to catch her breath. 

All Might watched her with pride and satisfaction while retreating from her body. His cock wet from her exertion still jutting outwards.

“It’s not over yet,” he said as he picked Y/N up and carried her to the bedroom.

She gulped and hoped she would somehow still be able to walk tomorrow.

[kpop---scenarios]

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Pairing: Chan x Reader x Felix

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Previous Chapters

“Please!” You cry out. “Please don't!” Panic sets in as Seojoon walks closer to you, his hand gripping onto something. Your eyes are having a hard time focusing as you watch him get closer with each step, Mia standing off to the side giggling while she watches you trying to rip the chains from the ceiling. You're not strong enough, your shoulders ache so badly as you struggle, trying to swing your legs up to kick him as he stands in front of you. You look down, seeing a long whip in his hands and your stomach sinks.

“Please.” You whisper. “Don't. What do you want from me!?” You scream.

“Well.” Mia starts. “I'd like for you to start minding your goddamn business. If you're told to stay out of something, that doesn't mean keep meddling!” She shouts. Her fists clench as she stares at you. You look between her and Seojoon, he stands there chuckling, looking down at her hands.

“Hit her.” He says. “It'll help relieve stress. You'll feel better.”

Mia looks at him, she's surprised he even suggested that. She opens her mouth to say something but closes it, instead, pulls her arm back, swinging at you, hitting you directly in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you.

You hang there coughing, trying to catch your breath as she cocks her arm back again, this time hitting your face as you're gasping for air.

“Wow.” Mia chuckles. “It's working.” She smiles, raising her hand, slapping you hard across the face. Your stomach and face burn, you can feel blood dripping from your lip or nose, you have no idea which one.

“You gotta let me have some fun too.” Seojoon chuckles, setting down his whip. “This is gonna be for the three absolutely agonizing years I had to fucking suffer through with you.” He says, hitting you with a closed fist, directly in the nose. You scream out loudly as you begin to cry. You desperately prayed that Wonho told Chan what had happened, he was your only chance at getting out of here.

“God. So many times I had wanted to do this to you. Being with you was so insufferable.” He chuckles, grabbing a chunk of your hair, pulling your head up. “Look at me when I'm talking to you.” He scoffs. You try to focus your eyes but you struggle to look at him or Mia, your head is spinning.

“Please stop.” You whisper, spitting blood from your mouth.

“You know you wouldn't be in this position had you just listened to us.” He laughs. “I wish your father had asked me to be with you.” Seojoon smiles, looking over at Mia.

“You are now, that's all that matters.” Mia giggles, walking closer to him.

“That's right, baby.” Seojoon says, pulling Mia in for a sloppy kiss.

“He's fucking married.” You cough.

Seojoon hits you harder than last time. “Do you ever fucking learn?” He snaps. “Try minding your goddamn business.”

“I know he's married. I don't care.” Mia tells you.

“What about Felix?” You whimper.

“What about him?” Mia scoffs. “He's part of a job, nothing fucking more. Once Chan, Felix and Mr. Lee are out of the picture, Seojoon will leave his wife.”

Seojoon coughs, stepping back from Mia, looking through the tools laid out on the table. “Right?” She asks.

“Now's not the time for this bullshit, Mia.” He snaps. “Are you gonna let the wedding happen Y/N and stop getting in the fucking way?” He asks.

“You think…I'm gonna let Felix…marry that cunt?” You gasp. “Think again.”

“I say we just fucking kill her.” Seojoon spits, reaching in the waist of his pants, pulling out a gun. He cocks it, pointing it at your head.

“Mia?” You hear your dad calling.

“Don't say a fucking word.” Mia says to you.

“Coming daddy.” She yells, looking between you and Seojoon. “Don't do anything until I get back.”

You watch as Mia goes up the stairs, leaving you alone with the psychopath.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Seojoon huffs. “Clearly beating you isn't getting the message across…what is it gonna take?” He sighs. “Maybe…” He trails off, turning around. He grabs a knife from the tray, turning back to you. He grins as he jabs the knife into the fabric of your shirt, cutting it all the way up until it hangs open, exposing your bra. “You know, these really were the only good things about you.” He chuckles. “You've always had great tits.” He says, his hands resting on your waist.

“If you don't take your fucking hands off her, I'll blow your goddamn brains out.” You hear from the stairs. Your head snaps up, seeing the shadow of Chan through your blurry and swollen eyes.

“The fuck are you gonna do about it?” Seojoon scoffs, turning to look at you before back at Chan.

“You think there's nothing I wouldn't do to protect this girl?” Chan asks. “I've been to prison.” He chuckles, walking closer to Seojoon. “And I'm not fucking afraid to go back.”

Seojoon runs back the way he originally came out but Chan doesn't chase after him. He rushes towards you, grabbing a chair for you to stand on before he starts working on breaking the chains around your wrists. You sob as he releases one wrist, the relief and the pain was too much.

Chan gets your other wrist free, causing you to collapse onto him. He holds onto you tightly, picking you up and carrying you up the stairs.

“The wedding is in a few weeks…” You barely hear your father say before trailing off. “Y/N? Chan?” He gasps, rushing towards you. “What the fuck happened?”

“Why don't you ask your other daughter?” Chan growls.

Your father looks at Mia, who sits there trying to act innocent. “I told you a little bit!” Your father snaps.

“It was mostly Seojoon.” You mumble.

“Seojoon did this?” Your dad asks. His voice was calmer than it had ever been, and that was always so much scarier.

“Daddy… I can…” Mia trails off.

“My office, now.” He says.

Chan doesn't say anything, instead takes your limp body out of the house, placing you in the backseat of the car and peeling out of the driveway.

You must have passed out, when you came to, you were back in Chan’s arms, being taken into his house.

“What happened?” You hear a deep familiar voice.

“You're future fucking wife happened.” Chan snaps, taking you upstairs to his room. He walks in, closing the door behind him before laying you down on his bed.

“You saved me.” You mumble.

“Of course I did.” He laughs.

“Thank you.” You whisper, groaning as you try to get comfy in his bed. Your body ached and throbbed.

“I'm going to get you some medicine.” He whispers as you doze off, finally feeling safe.

Over the next week, Chan never left your side, bringing you everything you needed and wanted to help your body heal. Your bruises had almost faded, and the rest of your body was close to being fully recovered.

“How are you feeling?” Chan asks.

“So much better.” You smile. “I can't thank you enough.”

“For what?” He asks.

“For everything. For saving me…taking care of me, nursing me back to health… for it all.” You smile. “I've never had anyone care this much for me.” You say, as he comes and sits next to you on the bed.

“I'd go to the ends of the fucking earth for you.” Chan says. “I'd do anything you asked of me.”

“Why?” You whisper.

“Because I'm so fucking in love with you.”

[awkward-walking-potato]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests for Deadpool and I thought it be super funny if he met a reader who could keep up with him (weird inappropriate comments/ humor/ pop culture references) minus the 4th wall breaks ofc.

If this isn't up your alley feel free to ignore this, ty 🖤

Killing Me Softly

I hope you enjoy ☺️

The warehouse was dark, damp, and perfect for an old-school showdown. Deadpool swaggered in, humming the theme from Mission: Impossible, pistols twirling in his hands like a kid who found his mom's nunchucks and figured out that laundry day was a myth. He scanned the shadows for his target, the very high-profile CEO of a very high-profile company that no one cared about. His orders were clear: terminate with extreme prejudice. Or, at the very least, with a strong dislike.

But instead of the balding businessman cowering behind a crate, he found something else. Or rather, someone else.

“Hey there, Red,” a voice purred from behind a stack of crates. A woman stepped out, dressed in sleek black leather, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her outfit screamed "I'm here to kick ass," but the smirk on her lips whispered "and maybe take names if I feel like it."

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Catwoman’s cooler cousin,” Deadpool quipped, cocking his head to the side. “Let me guess: you’re here to pick up my leftovers? Sorry, but I don’t share my Happy Meals, even if they come with a toy.”

She laughed, a sound that danced between sultry and psychotic. “Sorry, Red, but I’ve got dibs on the target tonight. And if you don’t step aside, I might have to take you out instead.”

Deadpool’s mask crinkled as he grinned beneath it. “Oh, I’m shaking in my combat boots. Really. You sure you can handle this much Deadpool? I’m like Taco Bell at 2 a.m.—a lot to digest and with a real kick on the way out.”

She twirled a knife between her fingers, eyes narrowing. “I’ve handled worse. Besides, aren’t you a little old for the whole ‘merc with a mouth’ shtick? I thought the red was just to hide the gray hairs.”

“Ouch, right in the ego!” Deadpool clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back a step. “But baby, this mouth is still as fresh as morning breath after a night of garlic bread and Netflix. And this face? Well, it’s why I wear the mask. Wouldn’t want you falling for me too hard before we even have our first death match.”

She raised an eyebrow. “First? Honey, I’m aiming to make it our last. Unless you’re into that whole ‘till death do us part’ thing. You strike me as the clingy type.”

Deadpool shrugged, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Only when it comes to chimichangas and Hugh Jackman’s biceps. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m not the guy who buys flowers after the first fight. I’m the guy who leaves you a ‘sorry I tried to kill you’ card. Hallmark doesn’t make those, but they should.”

She rolled her eyes, finally lunging forward with the grace of a panther. Deadpool sidestepped her attack, spinning around to face her as she whipped a leg toward his head. He ducked, blocking her next punch with his forearm.

“Nice moves. Did you learn those in a ballet class, or are you just naturally graceful?” he teased, grabbing her wrist and twisting it just enough to throw her off balance.

She flipped over his arm, landing on her feet like a cat. “Funny, I was just about to ask if you got your fighting style from an old Jackie Chan movie, or if you’re just winging it.”

“Why choose?” Deadpool replied, spinning on his heel to deliver a roundhouse kick. She blocked it, the impact reverberating up his leg, but she didn’t flinch.

Their dance continued, the sound of their clashes filling the warehouse. Each strike was met with a quip, each dodge with a flirtatious grin. It was like foreplay with more bruises and less wine.

“Hey, how about we call a truce?” Deadpool suggested as he caught her wrist again, their faces inches apart. “You, me, a bottle of tequila, and some nachos? We can watch Die Hard and argue about whether it’s a Christmas movie. Spoiler: it totally is.”

She smirked, twisting out of his grip and pressing a knife to his throat. “Tempting, but I think I’ll take my chances finishing you off first. Though I do have to admit, you’ve got a way with words. Ever consider a career in romance novels?”

Deadpool froze, then slowly raised his hands in surrender. “Well, this took a turn. But, since I’m a gentleman and all, I should warn you—if you’re gonna slice my throat, be prepared for a lot of red. And not the romantic kind. More like ‘OMG, what did we do to the rug’ kind.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. “Noted. But how about we skip the throat slitting and go straight to dessert? I’m more of a ‘death by chocolate’ kind of girl.”

Deadpool blinked. “Are you… are you flirting with me? Because I gotta say, it’s working. But I’m contractually obligated to kill your boss, so…”

“Contractually obligated to kick your ass,” she countered, though the knife hadn’t moved an inch.

“Touché.” He slowly lowered his hands, his fingers brushing against her wrist, almost gently. “Tell you what, you let me finish my job, I’ll give you a head start on your next gig. Maybe even throw in some pointers—how to out-Deadpool the Deadpool. Could be fun.”

She tilted her head, considering it. “And here I thought you weren’t the sharing type.”

“I’m a man of mystery. Keeps things spicy. Besides,” he added, winking under his mask, “I wouldn’t mind having a nemesis who can keep up with my banter. Makes the whole killing-each-other thing way more interesting.”

She chuckled, finally lowering the knife. “Deal. But don’t expect me to go easy on you next time, Red.”

Deadpool stepped back, giving her a mock bow. “Wouldn’t dream of it, darling. Until we meet again—same time, different corpse?”

She sheathed her knife and backed away, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. “Looking forward to it. Don’t miss me too much, Deadpool.”

As she disappeared into the shadows, Deadpool couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Oh, I definitely won’t. But I might just send a postcard.”

He turned toward his original target, whistling as he went. “Now, where were we? Ah, right. Extreme prejudice…”

The end. (Or is it?)

[anton-luvr]

hii! i actually have a new riize fic blog myself but i thought it'd be fun to req you hehe, i love your stuff so far! <3 can i please request a college!au with swim team captain!anton teaching fem!reader how to gain confidence in the pool? she's not a strong swimmer but she wants to learn, and who better than the captain of the swim team with his reputation for being kind and understanding in his lessons? plus, he's super cute, it's no wonder he's so popular despite his shy personality~

in case you'd like to be moots or check out my blog, my riize user is antoniefic !

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𖦹 swim team captain!anton x fem!reader | fluff | college au 𖦹 note ; ahhh tysm!! this is so cute… this is also perhaps the longest fic i've ever written so enjoy!! + reqs are opennn

If you had to swim another lap, you think you were going to pass out.

“Okay, no more,” you gasped to your best friend, Sungchan, as you clambered out of the pool. “50 laps are too much.”

Sungchan frowns in response, looming over your panting figure with his hands planted on his hips. “If you keep giving up like this, you’re not gonna win the competition y’know.” he tuts. “You still need to work on your form too.”

You groaned, rolling over to get up from the hard tiled floor.

“I kinda don’t care ‘Chan.” you sighed, picking up a towel to dry off.

Your best friend scoffs, whacking you lightly on your exposed shoulder. “Don’t care?” he echoed. “Your scholarship is at risk here. It’s either you win the competition or enslave yourself to years of student loan debt.” he continues dramatically.

You grit your teeth at his comment, knowing that he’s unfortunately right.

Opening your mouth to attempt a witty retort, you’re interrupted by Sungchan’s sudden shout.

“Anton! Anton, over here!” he shrieks.

Anton?

He was known all over campus as the college’s swim team’s captain.

As the proud owner of countless medals, trophies, and certificates, swimming competitions weren’t the only things Anton won.

His signature shy smile was something girls talked about almost every day, giggling and swooning whenever he strode past lecture rooms effortlessly cool.

Not just that, he was well-known amongst teachers for his A* grades and respectful demeanor.

“Anton, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet Anton.” Sungchan chirps, tugging the popular boy towards the both of you.

“Nice to meet you.” he says softly, respectfully sticking his hand out for a shake.

“Hi.” you greet back flatly, too tired to really care at the moment.

“So,” Sungchan starts, throwing an arm around Anton’s shoulders. “I’m sure you know about the swimming scholarship event that’s being held next month, right? The one that’s going to be held here.”

Anton nods, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and confusion.

“Yeah, why?”

Sungchan chuckles at this, now throwing his other arm around you. “Well, my friend Y/N here needs that scholarship. But she’s also not the best at swimming. So I was wondering if you could help her out.” he says nonchalantly.

You’re flabbergasted, staring morbidly at Sungchan.

“Um, sure.” Anton replies, smiling. “I don’t mind.”

“Wait, no I didn’t agree to this I don’t really need help on my swimm-“

“Okay, fantastic! I’ll see the both of you here every day after classes. Bye!” Sungchan cheers, cutting off your rambling. You don’t even get the chance to say goodbye to Anton as Sungchan pulls you away with him to the locker rooms.

“Bro, what was that all about?” you sputter in disbelief. “I’m already bad at swimming, I can’t ask someone that talented to waste their time trying to help me!”

Sungchan mimics you talking, picking up your duffel bag and throwing it at you.

“He already agreed, so don’t worry. Now go and shower and change, and we can talk about it over tacos. I’m starving.” he complains, sassily walking out of the locker room.

You groan, resting your forehead against the wall.

What did your best friend just get you into?

Staying true to his word, Anton would show up at the swimming arena every day after classes.

Today was no different as the two of you treaded through the pool.

"You need to remember to keep your legs together and straight when you kick, or else you'll mess up your form really quickly." Anton says, using his fingers to visualize it for you.

"Alright, go ahead and try it again. I'll be right behind you to check your form." he assures.

You nod, taking a deep breath.

With a few seconds to prepare yourself, you push yourself off the wall of the pool and start swimming.

All the noise of the swimming arena drowns out as it becomes just you and the water. You try to keep Anton's words in mind as you swim your way through, your legs propelling you through the crystal clear water.

"How was that?" you ask, catching your breath when you resurface at the end of the pool.

Anton runs a hand through his wet hair, shaking his head. "There's improvement, but you still need to straighten them more. You can't swim as fast as I know you can if you don't." he sighs.

Maybe it was because you were more tired today, but his words pierced a bit at your heart. Tears fill in your eyes as a sense of hopelessness and exasperation pounds at your heart.

"I'm trying," you mumble, sniffling. "I just can't do it."

Anton's pretty eyes widen when he hears your sniffle, quick to move closer to you. "Are you crying?" he asks, concerned.

"No, I'm laughing." you snap sarcastically, turning away from him to hide your tears.

"Hey," he calls softly, turning you to face him. "It's fine. We still have time to improve. And practice makes perfect! I'm sure you'll get it by the time of the competition."

"But what if I don't?" you ask weakly.

Anton shushes you immediately. "Y/N, you got this. The first step to winning is to believe in yourself. Maybe you don't believe in yourself, but I do. I know you got this."

Your heart melts when you look up to see how sincere he's looking at you, eyes full of genuine care and concern.

"Thank you." you mumble, wiping your tears away.

Anton grins, hugging you. "Don't give up. I know you can win this." he says, rubbing your shoulder.

You smile at his words, nodding. "You sound like those... motivational life coaches." you joke.

Anton chuckles, rolling his eyes. "You're welcome then."

"Hey, keep swimming!" Sungchan hollers from the chairs, looking like an upper-class mom with sunglasses perched on his nose and his arms folded. "The competition is in a week!"

Both you and Anton burst out laughing at this, the curly haired boy treading backwards away from you.

"Okay, another lap! Remember, keep your legs straight and believe in yourself!" he calls.

You flash him a thumbs up, taking deep breaths.

And with that, you dive right back into the water.

Embraced by the peace of the water, you can't help but think about how much closer you became with Anton over the past few weeks.

From shy 'good jobs!' to dinners together after practices, he was truly as nice as people said he was.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when the dark blue wall of the swimming pool comes into view, signalling the end of your lap. Resurfacing, you pull yourself out of the pool.

"So? How was that?"

This time around, Anton looks at you with a stunned face.

"What?" you asked, laughing awkwardly.

"Did you just become The Flash or something?" he questions, dumbfounded. "You swam so fast! And your legs were totally straight the entire time! You did it!" he squeals excitedly.

For a moment, you suspect Anton's lying, but Sungchan running over to you while cheering assures you that he's not.

"Only two minutes! That's almost college record timing!" he screams in disbelief, squeezing you in a hug.

You'd hug Sungchan back, but he pulls away, disgusted. "Oh ew, chlorine water on my t-shirt!" he whines.

You giggle at this, turning back to face Anton.

He's laughing too, and your heart skips a beat at the sight. His bright eyes curved into crescents, a soft glow on his pink cheeks while water dripped off his slicked back hair.

"Do it again!" Sungchan urges you. "If you get two minutes again, I'll treat you to sushi, promise."

You raise an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. "You better keep your promise." you threaten.

"Because she'll definitely get two minutes again." Anton adds on, his hand stretched out for you to get back into the pool.

God, he was so sweet.

Taking his hand, a wave of newfound determination and hope washes over you.

You got this.

Game day came sooner than you could imagine.

"Come on," Sungchan screeches, excitedly waving around a sign that had your name printed on it. "Swim faster!"

Anton sat beside him, nervously biting his lip as he watched you glide across the swimming pool.

The girl beside you was going slightly faster, threading through the water with perfect form.

Time was closing in fast, and if you managed to swim faster than her by around two seconds, the scholarship would be yours immediately.

The crowd roared in nervous excitement as you caught up to her, now only a mere ten meters away from the endpoint.

Down in the water, your mind raced with thoughts about Anton. He worked so hard to help you; you couldn't let him down now.

So with one more kick and a surge of adrenaline, you pushed forward and swam faster - hitting the end of the pool almost immediately.

Screams and cheers flood your ears the moment you resurface, and when you see no one out of the pool yet, you let out your own scream of joy.

You won; the scholarship was all yours.

You've barely gotten out of the pool when college officials rush up to you, congratulating you and wrapping a towel around you.

"We have a winner!" you hear the emcee announce. "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the annual swimming scholarship! Contestant two!"

The crowd cheers for you, and you see Anton cheering along amongst the crowd, happily jumping up and down.

"I knew you could do it!" He mouths to you, beaming.

A warm and unfamiliar feeling settles in your heart as you smile back, waving.

"Coming through! Make way for the winner!" Sungchan announces loudly, shoving his way through the crowd. You and Anton follow after him, giggling.

Sunlight hugs your body the moment you step out of the swimming arena, but it doesn't feel as warm as Anton's arm that was around your shoulders.

"I'm so happy for you!" he gushes, excitedly skipping his way to Sungchan's car. "It's all thanks to you, honestly." you laugh, slightly embarrassed.

Anton clicks his tongue, waving his finger 'no' at you.

"You believed in yourself," he says. "That's why you could win. And you took the initiative to try to win, so you should thank yourself, really."

"Hey, where's my thank you?" Sungchan scoffed as all of you got into his car.

"Thank you." you laugh, buckling up.

"But seriously," Anton says, slipping his hand into yours. "You need to thank yourself. I'm glad I got to teach you."

Your cheeks warm at his words, and you grin as you squeeze his hand.

"And I'm glad I got to meet you."

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[jokingmisfit]

Not Yet Forgotten

Platonic Future Hamato Brothers x Neglected Reader

Warnings- Angst with Happy Ending, Reader is Casey Jr's Sibling, Neglectful Parental Figures, Severe Injuries, Mentions of Blood and Broken Bones, Near Death Experience, Hurt with Comfort, Head Injury, Mention of Reader having Mystic Powers

Notes- I may make a different version from 3rd person pov to show how bad the boys felt. I don't know anything about medicine so please forgive me for any incorrect everything. Wrote this right before therapy and I think it shows. Lol, Enjoy!

Your breathing was fast, but muffled through your hand. It felt like your lungs were on fire. You don't know how far you've run, but you hope that it's far enough.

Only an hour earlier, Krang dogs surrounded you and your crew. The rest were already dead... You were frightened and angry. You knew that if only they'd taught you how to fight as well as they had Casey, then you wouldn't be in this situation. They didn't care for you. Your brother being far too important, apparently, for you to be cared for at all. 

Made sense in your mind. You didn't look like your mother like Casey did. Didn't share a name or even blood. Just another "stray" she'd picked up, but she loved you. In her own way. Too bad when she died the knowledge she left you with was all you'd be given. No sessions with Leonardo. No kind words from Michelangelo or Raphael. No scolding on health or knowledge from Donatello. It was like you were invisible. Unimportant. 

You and your team had done so much. Achieved amazing things, but every achievement was overlooked. Every injury was ignored. Perhaps you did learn a few things... Fending for yourself. That didn't help now, though.

Climbing the rubble. You could feel the parts of your body move in ways they weren't made for. You were strong but how strong would you have to be to defy death itself. You had sent out the SOS so long ago, yet it seems as if nobody will come.

Your blood stained broken concrete rocks. You prayed to whatever higher being was above that, just this once, they wouldn't overlook you. That the people who were supposed to care the most would save you.

You finally collapsed at the top of the heap. Only small peaks of the red sky could be seen. You were safe, for now, but you were bloodied and broken. Your stash of medical supplies were carried by a dead man. You wouldn't last, not long, at least.

You hit the alert again seeing as the purple light went out. Hitting the button over and over as your breath thinned. It felt harder to breathe with every second. 

An alert came back to you. A communication. You heard April once say it was like a phone call. Whatever that was. You pressed the button to hear the voice on the other end. It was Donatellos.

"Are you there? Can you hear me?" His voice was wavering. Something you'd never heard before.

With a raspy tone you whispered out your response. "You got... got te loc-location right?"

He sighed on the other end. "Yes we have it. A rescue team has already found the rest. Where are you hurt?"

"Hehe." Your laugh is cut off by coughing. Blood bubbling up in your lungs and throat. Looking at the gashes and stuck out bones, you answer. "Every- Everywhere..."

Silence met you on the other end. Silence and the clicking of the keyboard.

A deep breath, and you talk again. "I know... I- I know you all... Probably don't- don't care... but I don't wanna die... I don wanna die." A sob escapes your mouth, cutting off your sentence.

The pain and fear causing tears to cascade down your face.

The clicking stopped at your words.

Donatello responds after a few seconds. "They're almost there... I- You need to stay awake and you'll be fine. We- I won't let you die."

"I'm- I'm so sorry..." Your breath stops in your chest. "I shoulda- should of done better... I try- tried so hard... Was never good enough. I can't- can't breathe." Your words are heavy and painful as you sob them out.

"HELLO!" You heard Leonardo yell.

Before you had a chance to answer a light came from your gear. The communication line ending and sends an alert to the other mutant.

Footsteps could be heard from multiple beings. Talking and panic is heard as you stare at the broken roof with blurry eyes.

Raphael's face coming into view before anything else. If you weren't in so much pain you'd smile at him. Instead you stare as he picks you up gently. His words sound soft but melt in your head making them unknown. He holds you close and moves quickly. 

A whisper escapes you. "you came..." The statement soft and broken from your lips. The only evidence he heard you being the tilt of his head as he stares with worried eyes.

You held on tightly to your consciences. You held on for however long it took to be laid on a table. Long enough to have something put over your face. Long enough to feel a hand pet your head slightly as your eyes finally close.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It hurt. Everything hurt. Your eyes flutter open, but they're unfocused.

"They're awake!" You heard someone yell.

You flinch at the noise. A whine escaping the back of your throat from the pain.

"Be quiet. They're not going to react well to loud noises." You heard another voice scolds matter-of-factly.

You huff out heavy breaths. You try sitting up only for a large hand to, gently, hold you down. You blink several times to try and see better. Figures, shapes, and colors bounced around but nothing appeared sensical. 

"How are they?" A voice says nervously and stern at the same time. Their footsteps stop towards you.

The hands that were moving on and around you pause for a moment before an answer. "They're discombobulated."

"What the hell? English, Donnie." The voice answers.

Your voice is scratchy and comes out in squeaks. "Don- Donnie?"

Your question goes unanswered, but you were glad you finally knew who one of the voices belonged to. You were with Donatello.

"They had a head injury, so their brains jumbled. They can't see straight... At least we can be sure that they can hear fine." He answers with distaste.

A hand sets itself on your head and plays with your hair. The voice above you talks nervously. "So shouldn't we be talking to them? They're probably so scared right now. Aren't you?"

You realize that the end was directed at you, but you lost the energy to answer. You tried to speak, but nothing came out, as if your body didn't agree with your mind."

"Mikey’s right," The deep voice spoke. "We need to comfort them right now."

You wanted to tell them not to force themselves. That you knew they were only here because you were hurt. That once you were better they'd go back to the way it was before. But you couldn't speak, and the feeling of actually being cared for felt so nice.

The weight in your chest may have been painful, but it felt so good to be loved. If your head wasn't so fuzzy you might have cried.

Your name was called, almost urgently. You hadn't realized you weren't listening. So caught up in your own head that you forgot to listen.

You looked slightly to the person calling out to you.

"You still in there, kid? Lost ya there for a second huh?" You could hear the smile in his voice.

That was Leonardo right. He's the one to smile when things are bad. That means the deep voice was Raphael... All four of them were there for you.

You wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Maybe you were imagining things?

"You need to relax. Your heart rate is spiking..." Donatello tells you strictly.

Raphael's voice picked up from the foot of your bed. "Don, I don't think they can necessarily control that... Y'know?"

"Sigh," Donatello answers him. "I'll fix it myself."

You felt the bed adjust, setting you up slightly. You felt his hand on your arm fiddle with something sticking out of it.

You felt calmer, almost, instantly. Surprisingly, your vision cleared slightly. Things still blurred but you could make out their faces so much more.

A crowd of turtles that left no space to see what room you were in. The lights still felt too bright, yet they were dimmer than any room you’ve been to. The blue lights gave you more of a clue. The screens lights bouncing and reflecting off the men. Was this Donatello’s lab? It had to be.

With your eyes now clearer you were able to hold them onto the figures separately. Their blurred faces held concern, fear… It was definitely a sight.

“You feelin’ better?” Raphael asked sweetly. He loomed over the edge of the bed, yet still he managed to keep a distance.

Despite the medicine making you feel better your head and chest still layed heavy on the bed. The only response you could manage was a broken noise from the back of your throat.

Leonardo laughs sadly. “Y’know maybe we shouldn’t ask them too many questions, heh.”

If you could shake your head in agreement you would. The other three certainly did, or at least it looked like they did. 

You took a deep breath in and out letting everything sink into your skin, into your bones. You had your own list of questions you wanted to ask them. Like, how bad is the damage? Why are all four of you here, there’s more important things to do? Did any of the others live?

You could feel all four eyes on you. Feel them stare like you were the only thing worth looking at. It confused you, so you turned your eyes to the only one who you knew had all the answers, Donatello. 

“Right, well I suppose you want answers. Yes?” He asked, oddly nervous. “Where to start,” he whispered to his screen before sighing. “You have a major concussion, obviously, you have two broken ribs, a broken leg, a sprain in your right arm, you have large lacerations on your abdomen, and you had punctured one of your lungs.” He lists off easily. “All of which have been cared for, however you will be immobile for quite a while. I estimate approximately 12 weeks and 3 days. Do you understand?” He asks you calmly.

You huffed at him, hoping he would understand that you were listening. He seemed satisfied with your response and went back to typing on the screen. Of course you were slightly confused by this as you hoped he’d elaborate on why they were all there.

Clearly noticing your confusion Raphael talks with guilt. “I think they’re confused on why we’re here…”

He says it like he can read your mind. 

“Why would they be confused about that?” Michelangelo laughs out shakily.

“Probably, because we’ve neglected them for years.” Donatello answers within seconds.

Leonardo being the next to speak, like they were taking turns. “We really fucked up that bad, huh kid?”

You couldn’t hold his gaze. The guilt was so evident on his face. You’d never imagined they’d realize what they’ve done. You pictured you’d grow into an adult and leave the Resistance without anyone knowing you were gone.

“Listen, I know- We know we should’ve done better for you…” Leonardo sighs. “You are just as important as everyone else. As the Resistance. As Casey Jr. I was always so caught up with him and being a leader I forgot that I had to be there for you. You always seem to have a hold on everything. Always seemed so sure. So confident… I never thought you might need help to. It was such a terrible mistake and I should have known better, should’ve been more and done more for you,” He leans over and grabs your hand gently. “I promise to never act like that again. I will never let anything hurt you like this. I will never leave you alone again. I swear on my life kid I will do anything, everything to make this up to you.” Tears from his eyes fell onto your clasped hands.

You couldn’t hide the shock from your eyes as you were crying too. It was like your body finally jump started and tears fell so freely.

“You were always so strong,” Raphael starts. “I don’t think any of us thought that our lack of attention would hurt you so much. You always shined so brightly on your own.” He chuckled sadly. “I never thought you’d need us so much, Jr’s strong too, but he relied on your mom more than you so when she died we- I thought you could handle yourself. You’d never seemed to waver. I’m so sorry.” 

The regret he held in his words weighed heavy on your mind causing more tears to fall from your eyes.

“My turn already?” Michelangelo laughed, tears in his own eyes. “Heh, I remember this one time I was talking to one of your group members, she seemed so excited to join your team. I remember I asked her what she was so excited for… It was you. She told me that she had seen you and your team fight. Saw how well you worked together, but she was mesmerized by you. She told me years ago she idolized me for my mystic abilities,” He laughs quietly. “But she admitted in this conversation that she idolized you even more. Because you were more like her than I was and your mystic abilities were so strong…” He pauses with a sad silence. “A part of that conversation fortified in my mind that you didn’t need anyone. You were able to figure everything out all on your own. Lead your own team. Fight and save lives like a pro. I should have taken into perspective your feelings. I used to be so good at feelings, but it seems I’ve lost my way a little bit. But I promise not anymore. You’re never going to feel left out again. I guarantee it!” He ends off happily

Silence fills the room. The only thing truly heard was the buzz of machines and various sniffles.

The silence was cut off again by Raphael. “Donnie… Are you going to say anything?” He asked both encouragingly and authoritatively.

“Sigh.” Donatello stated tiredly. He turned to face you more. “I’m not good with emotions. They were never something I could grasp fully. I’ve worked hard on fixing that, but I see in some areas I have… failed. I personally assumed if you needed help you would come to me, however looking back it’s clear you had and I pushed you away.” He states uncomfortably. “As an adult I should have been more prepared and I wasn’t… You were just a child, you are a child, and you’ve experienced so much on your own. I can assure that we plan on remedying that.” He ends sincerely.

After listening carefully to all their words your heart swelled with happiness. You were still afraid that they may not be true, but you were hopeful and so glad to finally be seen. The love you felt radiate off them in blissful waves made you smile. You forgave them as soon as their words left their mouths. As soon as they told you they cared. There was nothing better than feeling true love for what felt like the first time. You couldn’t help but be happy.

“Get some sleep, Kid,” Leonardo says. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

[yuna542]

💫Drabble Challenge💫

By @3rachasninja 🩵

„I‘m here“

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Genre: ANGST, Fluff, Comfort, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: fluff, comfort, angst, family issues, anxiety, insomnia, overwhelmed/stressed, burned out reader, trauma, mentions of alcohol, yelling, strong language, sexualising and offensive jokes, dark thoughts, depression, domestic violence

Word Count: 7.2k

Note: I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you for joining my little challenge. I really tried to include everything you wanted and I hope you‘ll like it. <3

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You heard a crackle from your phone as Chan flopped down on his bed, the neon lighting behind him bathing his face in a bluish glow.

"I'll pick you up later and we'll go to the movies. Felix and Minho went to this new horror movie and said it's great. So I have to go with you."

You looked up from your notes and at Chan, who was smiling happily at your screen.

"Sorry Channie, but I have to study..." you sighed, rubbing your hair with the heels of your hands. You were dead tired, the next exam was already in a week. You wanted nothing more than to go to the movies with Chan, but you couldn't make it.

Disappointed, he pouted and ran his hand through the thick curls you loved since school.

Chan and you went to high school together and became soon best friends. When he became a trainee for JYP, you lost touch because he needed so much time to train and focus on his career.

But after his debut, he had contacted you again and you found out that the apartment you lived in with your dad since your parents separated was only a ten minute drive from his dorm. You met again more often. You got to know his members and became friends with them. They were all awesome and reliable friends by now.

Soon it was as if no time had passed and you and Chan were as inseparable as before. However, much had changed with you over the last months.

Your parents had separated and after a bad and toxic marriage and an even more disgusting divorce, your mother had simply disappeared from your life. At first she called every day. Then she called once a week, and by now you weren't even sure she had the same number anymore.

Chan sighed, but nodded in understanding. He knew how much you cared about your studies. You studied day and night to graduate and finally stand on your own two feet.

But he didn't know that you were doing all this to disappear. To leave this life behind and build your own, independent and above all happy life. Without a father who could no longer control himself. Who was drunk day and night. Since your mother had left, he had changed. By now you just couldn't imagine that she had once loved him.

He had become dependent. Working as a mechanic after his company went broke and now that your mother was gone, you had to take care of everything.

On the one hand, you worried because he couldn't even do his own laundry. Especially in moments when the old loving father shone through. Mostly when he was sober or when friends were visiting. Then he showed his best side. Polite, loving, trustworthy.

But this illusion disappeared as soon as the last guest had left the apartment. He lost himself everyday a bit more and you couldn't do anything. You could just watch.

"Really? All evening?"

You nibbled unconsciously on the back of your pencil and looked up from your Laptop to see that Chan had been watching you the whole time.

"Yeah... It's really a lot to learn."

"Okay... I can come over too and I'll help you study."

He didn't want to bother you or press you, though he had noticed how you had changed lately. Back in high school, you could be found at every party. You were always surrounded by friends and when you entered the room the attention was on you. But lately you hardly ever left your room, you were quieter and more reserved. Except when you were together. With Chan you were as he knew you. Open, loud and self-confident.

Chan had always liked that about you. No one managed to get you down. You fought on and on, with a grin on your lips. He suspected that it was because of your studies and all the stress that you had withdrawn.

At his question, you thought of your father lying on the couch just one door down, drunk and commenting loudly on the baseball game.

"No, it's okay. It's late anyway."

Chan glanced out the window. Dusk had not yet set in and the birds were chirping loudly.

"But you're coming to the party with me tomorrow?" he asked, now for the hundredth time this week. Directly, your heart pounded louder.

Chan had asked you last week if you wanted to be his plus one for a celebration for the release of a new campaign by an expensive brand. When he had asked you, you had frowned, while leaning your head against his chest and cuddled up under the covers. Completely confused, you had sat up and the movie you were watching had slipped into the background.

"What?" you'd asked, and Chan had just smiled softly.

"I get to take someone with me, so I thought it might be fun if we dressed up and pretended to be arrogant snobs for an evening."

Looking into Chan's eyes, you felt like it too. It sounded exciting and you realised again that Chan lived in a completely different world than you.

"So what do you say?"

You had looked down at your hands in confusion.

"I'll need an expensive dress, shoes.... Oh God... Are you sure about this? Not that I'll embarrass you there."

He had laughed, wrapping his arms around your stomach from behind and leaning his head against yours.

"I think I'm more likely to embarrass us. Fashion and clothes suit you more than me..."

You had to grin. In fact, you were very interested in fashion. You went shopping a lot, especially with Felix and Jeongin. When you showed Chan your outfits afterwards, he was happy, but with the best will in the world he didn't understand the difference between a cardigan and a wool jacket.

Chan wore hoodies outside of work, simple shirts, and the occasional pair of jeans when he was exerting himself.

Still, you remained indecisive and leaned against his chest, sighing.

"But don't worry. There are no cameras and no paparazzi. We're completely free there."

That made you feel increasingly relieved, and you nodded.

The very next day you had dragged Felix from store to store to pick out a suitable dress. You wanted to surprise Chan and maybe even to impress him. Finally, you had settled on a black cocktail dress that fit snugly at the waist. It was simple, chic, and looked expensive.

Felix had clapped his hands enthusiastically. "That's sexy as hell! Chan's going to go nuts."

He'd laughed and you dismissed the little comment as a joke. After all, his members were always joking about the two of you. Secretly, they didn't believe you that there had never been anything going on between you and that was quite funny to you.

-

"Well, sure. Nobody can stop me from going with you to that expensive Party full of expensive people," you answered him. Chan grinned with satisfaction.

"I can't wait to see the dress. Felix won't even tell me the color and has been raving about it all along."

You smiled and hid your red cheeks behind your book.

"You'll see soon enough."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow then."

"All right."

In the brief silence, you heard a demo playing in the background. So Chan was still working, too.

"I'm excited. But I'm scared," you finally said. Neither of you wanted to end the conversation and hang up.

"Me too... But this should be fun."

You nodded and rolled onto your back, holding the phone above you. Chan looked at you in silence for a while. Your hair was spread out around your head on the bedspread and your eyes were shining happily. How he wished he could be with you right now, touch you and not just the stupid screen.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Channie."

He smiled and winked at you.

"See you tomorrow, princess."

With a flutter in your stomach, you set the phone aside as his face disappeared.

--

"That's how you're going out? You look like a hooker! You want to get laid that bad?"

The words stabbed at you like knifes directly into your chest. You were just on your way out the door. Chan had texted that he was leaving and you wanted to stop him from ringing the doorbell and running into your father. He had come home smelling of whiskey and upset that you hadn't put enough cheese on the spaghetti you had put out for him in the kitchen.

Immediately, insecurity overshadowed your actual joy. You clutched your purse and looked down at yourself as your father looked over at you from the couch.

You had your hair up, put on a little makeup. The red lipstick went perfectly with the black minidress and black high heels that made your legs look even longer than they did anyway. When you had been in the bathroom and seen your reflection, you felt like a princess. Your father had managed to make you feel like a slut with just a few words.

"What ... I thought..." you mumbled, tugging uneasily at the hem of your dress. That's when you saw a cone of light appear through the window and Chan's car pulled up to the street in front of the house.

"So you don't have to wonder when men get assaultive... Revealing your ass and tits like that. It's cheap," he rumbled on and before you could give the tears a chance, you muttered in an occupied voice:

"I'm leaving."

But you grabbed a jacket and pulled it tight around your body. You tried not to let on how hurt you were as you walked toward Chan's car.

He was already leaning on the passenger side. He looked incredibly handsome in the black suit that stretched tightly around his broad shoulders. His hair was a little too neat for your taste. You loved his messy curls, but right now it matched the expensive look.

His whole face lit up at the sight of you and your heart immediately lightened a bit.

Arriving at his place, you just wanted to quickly get in the car and get out of here. Your father's words kept circling in your head and you wrapped your arms tighter around your body.

"What's wrong? Let me see your outfit," Chan said, stopping you with his hands on your shoulders.

"Can we just leave?," you muttered dejectedly, and that's when he frowned in wonder.

Directly he nodded and held the door open for you to get in. On the ride, he tried to distract you with chit-chat and change the petrified look on your face. But even when you arrived at the location, you didn't dare to take off your jacket. After you parked the car and stood in front of the pompous entrance, he took your hand and forced you to look at him. You almost instantly burst into tears when you saw his worried expression.

"May I see the dress you choose for me?"

You swallowed hard. Afraid that he would react the same way your father did. Chan's opinion mattered to you more than any other, which is why you clasped his hand uncertainly. He carefully stroked his hands up your arms, under your jacket and looked at you questioningly. You nodded curtly and that's when he slid the jacket off your shoulders. His eyes got big and his mouth was instantly open as he finally saw what you had been working on all evening.

"Wow you look amazing..." he gasped and his eyes kept wandering up and down your body. Finally they lingered on your face and you smiled in relief. His honest enthusiasm lifted the weight off your shoulders.

"Thank you..." you whispered, and that's when his face suddenly hardened again. He threw the jacket into the car and put his hands on your waist.

"Did anyone say anything else?" he asked seriously and you nibbled uncomfortably on your lower lip.

"You don't think it's too revealing?" you asked instead, anger flashing in his eyes. Whoever had said something that made you feel even slightly less beautiful than you were, he would loved to punch the stupidness out of that asshole.

"As long as you feel comfortable, you can wear whatever you want. Anyone who says otherwise is a idiot and has the manners of a primate," he assured you, gently pulled you at your waist closer. Your heart leapt as your faces hovered close to each other. You lost yourself in his eyes, as you had so many times before, and put your hands to his chest. Again and again you knew that you shouldn’t react like that because of the touch of your best friend, but you couldn’t help it. He was kind, always there for you and looked incredibly hot right now.

"You're going to outshine everyone tonight... I really want to show off with you now," he whispered and your stomach did somersaults.

"Then let's go," you replied and as you smiled honestly again, Chan almost burst with happiness. He offered you his arm and you took it nervously.

Together with Chan, the party was really fun. You drank expensive champagne, you met many of his colleagues and friends, and you did some nonsense with Chan, while playing rich and arrogant.

With him everything was so easy and all the worries seemed to be forgotten. Chan made sure you were comfortable the whole time, never leaving your side and giving a warning look to any man who looked at you for a second too long. You caught yourself pressing the back of your hand to your cheeks to cool them down as Chan put an arm around you during a conversation. A handsome young man Chan knew from his days as a trainee had approached you. He wore a very expensive suit, and a watch that was probably worth four times as much as your apartment.

"Chan your companion looks really gorgeous. How long have you been together?"

Chan froze, and you had just smiled sheepishly.

"We're just friends."

The dark-haired one had directly raised his eyebrows and looked at Chan in surprise. From that point on, he had flirted with you shamelessly, complimented you, and when you had chuckled at one of his jokes, Chan had cleared his throat and wrapped his arm tightly around your waist. Since then, his hand had been tight on your hip and it seemed almost possessive. One look at Chan's face had been enough and the guy was gone. His jaw twitched, so tightly because he clenched his teeth so tensed, and when the guy was finally gone, Chan pulled you along.

"Finally. I thought he'd never stop drooling over you."

You had to grin, trying not to think the whole time about Chan's thumb circling over your hip bone.

"Are you jealous?" you teased, poking him in the side with your index finger.

"I'm not... No."

He quickly averted his eyes from yours, because otherwise he would have said something stupid.

"You're my best friend, and I don't want you getting hit on by random guys."

You walked to Buffet together and all the stares that followed you made you uneasily play with the strap of your purse.

"I thought that was a friend of yours?"

"So what? You're worth twice what he could give."

You had been eyed curiously all evening. No one had expected Chan to show up with a female companion.

At the buffet, you really tried hard not to look too disgusted. You couldn't even identify most of the food. There were little morsels of strange colors and shapes, and even if you knew how to eat them, you probably wouldn't be skilled enough.

You held Chan's arm in a panic and whispered:

"I can't do this... The food looks like aliens brought it."

To your surprise, he had to push back his laughter with all his might.

"Yeah I know."

By now, many of the people were whispering about you and you didn't miss the envious and deprecating looks. You didn't belong here at all. You were not an idol, a rich girl or from an elite university. Looking around uneasily, the air grew thinner and thinner, you clung to Chan until he pulled you away from the buffet.

"What are you doing?" you whispered as he took your hand and clasped it tightly with his.

"We're getting out of here. I need something you can actually eat."

Together you sneaked away from the party and ran to his car giggling like kids who had done something wrong.

As soon as he started the engine and drove away, you breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was exciting, but don't ever ask me to come to something like that again!"

Chan laughed and immediately you felt warm.

"I promise."

Even though you looked beautiful, like a princess straight out of a movie, he loved even more that you just didn't fit there. You didn't care about status, money or power. You looked at him the same way you did when you were in school, and Chan increasingly realized how much he needed that in addition to his work and growing fame.

"Where are we going?" you asked, looking out the window with a bright smile.

"Burgers and fries?" he asked, and you were overcome with deja vu. Always after the last hour of math that week, you had gone to the fast food joint behind the school together and shared a meal.

"In this clothes?" you asked with raised eyebrows, and he shrugged.

"Well, sure.“

So a few minutes later you were sitting in the fast food restaurant in your expensive suit and dress, devouring your burgers. People were staring at you, but you didn't mind. You laughed as you mocked the arrogant guests at the party and made fun of the hairstyle of the older lady who had talked shit about you and thought you didn’t hear. It was refreshing and easy with Chan.

That's why it was even harder for you to get out of his car that evening. At your front door, he hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you for being with me today."

You smiled and wished you hadn't let go of him.

"Always. But next time we do a normal movie night again, okay?“

You both chuckled and he nodded.

„Yes sure. The dress was okay, but you know I love you in ugly sweatpants.“

Snoring you rolled your eyes and opened the door.

He waited until you disappeared into the house before sauntering back to the car. As he did, he grinned stupidly and hummed to himself.

-

A week later, he had received nothing but terse messages from you. Actually, you were going shopping together to make your own pizza and watch movies. Just you and Chan, as it had become a habit by now.

But you had canceled at short notice, with a terse message, and hadn't contacted him since. Chan had a queasy feeling in his stomach and had been staring at his cell phone for hours to see if maybe you had written something. He just couldn't concentrate on his laptop even though he had lots of work to do.

His thoughts kept drifting to you. By now he was wondering if he had done something wrong or if something had happened.

Groaning, he threw himself backwards in his chair so that he rolled away from the computer and pressed both hands to his face. Then he tapped your number and waited for it to ring. After the first beep he threw it on his table. He didn't mean to be annoying or clingy, but the disturbed look on your face when he'd picked you up wouldn't let him go. He had never seen you so rattled. Surely there had to be a reason for this?

"Hello? Chan?" he finally heard from his cell phone on the table. Your voice sounded weak, shaky, like you'd been crying.

He quickly scooted back to the desk and leaned over the cell phone.

"Hey... I just wanted to ask if everything was okay?"

There was silence for quite a while until Chan guessed you had hung up, but that's when he heard your breathing going rattly.

"Y/N?" he asked cautiously.

"Chan I can't talk right now. I have a lot to do."

It sounded almost choked, like someone was squeezing your throat.

Completely perplexed, Chan grabbed his cell phone as if he could reach you better that way.

"Wait! You canceled so suddenly and I haven't heard from you in days. Are you sure everything's okay?"

There was a rustling on the other end of the line, as if you were switching rooms. Again no answer, just your breathing, and Chan began pacing restlessly up and down his room.

After a while, you cleared your throat.

"Everything is fine, Chan. I'll be in touch soon."

It sounded like a sentence you had memorized and played all over again. Chan was about to say something back and winced when a door banged in the background near you. Then a man yelled your name. Chan could hear your breath catch and froze in motion.

"I have to go."

You sounded rushed, agitated, and your voice was busy.

"Y/N! Do you want me to come over?" he asked directly and you had to press your hand over your mouth to keep from sobbing out loud.

"No! No please don't. I'll text you."

Then the line went dead. Chan stared at his phone for a full minute, trying to find an innocuous explanation for what he had just heard. But he had to convince himself that you were all right. Otherwise, he wouldn't sleep for a second.

He got into his car, it was raining cats and dogs and you had to drive slowly to see anything at all. He held his jacket over his head until he reached your front door, but the wind was so strong that he was soaked in seconds.

He rang the doorbell and it took a while for the door to open a crack. He could see your face through it, slightly illuminated by the flickering light in the hallway and at the sight of him you froze.

Panic-stricken, you opened the door a little more but did not let him in. Your eyes, which usually shone and infected everyone with their energy, were dull and red. You had dark circles under your eyes and your lip was split open because you had bitten it so many times. When you were nervous, you always nibbled on your lower lip. A habit with which Chan always teased you because it looked so cute.

But right now the sight frightened him.

"I told you not to come," you whispered, and he barely understood you through the pelting rain. You avoided as much as possible that he could take a look inside.

"I know. But you sounded so weird on the phone. I wanted to make sure everything was okay."

You pushed back the tears with all your might and opened the door a little more so you could look at him better. His hair was wet and by now the rain was dripping from his chin. You wanted him to come in, to get him dry and warm. Feel his strong arms around you and bury your face against his chest, tell him everything, snuggle up to him until you forgot everything. Instead, you said:

"It's okay. Really."

You tried to close the door and thus escape the piercing gaze, but Chan stopped you by putting a foot in the crack.

"What is it?"

His gaze was lower on something behind the door.

"What?" you asked nervously, almost panicked, trying to hide your hand behind your back. But Chan had pushed the door open wider and since he was stronger, it was an easy grab of your arm.

"On your wrists?"

In the flickering light he looked at your wrists and all color fell from his face.

"It's nothing," you tried to dismiss it. Your voice trembled with shame and you quickly pulled your hand away. But he hadn't imagined it. There were clearly deep blue marks on both of your wrists as if a large hand had grabbed you there. Just the sight of it was painful.

"Who was that? Y/N?"

Chan's voice was icy cold, cutting like a blade through the rumble of the thunderstorm. His face was intimidatingly tense. In his usually loving warm eyes, only raging anger. You could not answer. Instead, a single tear rolled down your cheek which you furtively wiped away.

"Y/N? Who's at the door? I told you to clean the kitchen damn it! You're good for nothing!"

Your father's voice rumbled throughout the house and you winced violently. Chan looked more and more intimidating and he suddenly seemed a lot bigger as he clenched his hands into fists.

"Please Channie. Just go!" you pleaded, pushing him back out into the rain. The begging and fear in your voice made him completely lose it. His mind went blank and he could only shake his head as he gradually realized everything. Your strange behavior the last few weeks wasn't because you had so much to learn and were stressed. He blamed himself for not noticing it sooner. Now he remembered all the signs he just hadn't noticed. When you wore hoodies on sunny days, avoided his touch on your arms, or the time you flinched because he jerked his arm up to celebrate his win at Uno against Felix. He had never put all that together into a picture. But now he realized, and there was nothing he could do to undo it.

"Who's there? Answer fucking hell!" your father yelled and now you could clearly hear him slurring his words.

"It's only Chan! He brought me something I forgot at his place" you shouted over your shoulder hoping he would just shut up.

"Chan? Were you going to run off and sleep around?"

Chan couldn't see it, but the older man's voice was closer now. He seemed to have come into the hallway behind you.

"No. I was going to study. Chan will be gone in a minute."

It broke Chan's heart how scared you sounded.

"Don't talk shit! The way you walk around, dressed like a hooker, you're probably trying to get any of Chan's friends into bed!"

Chan wanted to tear open the door, beat the disrespect out of this idiot until he begged for forgiveness. But your shaking hands and pleading look stopped him. He would only make things worse and he didn’t want to hurt you further.

"We're just friends. He‘s leaving."

Your father grunted deprecatingly and you could hear him just throwing an empty beer can on the floor.

"I hope so! You've got plenty to do in the kitchen. The excuse that you have to study doesn't count."

Instead of snapping back, as Chan knew the confident girl he adored so much would, you hung your head and said:

"Yes."

When your father disappeared again, you didn't dare look Chan in the face. It hurt too much and if he looked at you with even a little pity, you would collapse on the spot.

"Y/N, what..."

But that's as far as he got, as you were already shaking your head. Tears in the corners of your eyes and your eyes fixed on the ground in front of you.

"Please just go and don't make it harder for me..."

Then the door slammed shut and Chan ruffled his hair. He wanted to help you, to be there for you, but he didn't know what to do without making everything worse for you.

-

A few days later, you finally called him. The conversation was tense and he tried not to bring up the subject because you obviously weren't ready yet. But he was somewhat relieved when you asked him if he wanted to help you studying.

Your father was obviously not there and so you were alone.

Chan sat on your bed next to you, quizzing you with index cards or having the topics explained to him. It didn't take long for you to get lost in teasing each other again, fooling around, and it almost felt like normalcy. However, Chan just couldn't manage to banish that evening from his mind.

It resonated like a dark shadow and you could feel it too. But you didn't know what to say to Chan. It was all just too much.

You hid the bruises on your wrists under your thick hoodie and only sometimes did it slip back and Chan's smile disappeared immediately every time he saw a glint of it.

When the front door slammed, though, you jumped from the bed, startled.

"Shit! He said he won't be back until late at night..."

"Y/N! Where are you?" he was already yelling through the apartment by then, peppering his keys on the dresser. Chan's expression darkened directly and you put your index finger to your lips.

"Just stay here and be quiet"

Before he could respond, you had rushed out of the room and to your father's side so he wouldn't get any angrier. You just had to see the glazed eyes and you knew he had been drinking on the job.

"You're here already?"

He nodded and pointed to the pile of clothes next to the iron that he had thrown there this morning.

"I told you to iron my shirts," he said.

"I haven't gotten around to that yet. I have an important exam tomorrow and Chan is helping me study," you tried to calm him and that's when you saw Chan already standing in the doorway behind your father. His brow was furrowed in concern and you shook your head, barely noticeable.

Your father took a beer from the kitchen counter and opened it with the lighter in his pocket. You could see his nostrils twitch. He was furious and whirled around to face you:

"Bullshit. You're good for nothing! And this guy is just a bad influence. Ever since he's been here all the time, you've been dressing like a whore, always at his place, and an ungrateful brat!"

Gradually, anger overshadowed your fear of what might come. In the last few days it had become worse and worse. Suddenly your father had become handsy and much more easily irritable. He was drunk by noon and you suspected that he had lost his job. When you had called him on it, he had freaked out and grabbed your wrists too tightly that they still hurt.

"Chan has nothing to do with this! He's my best friend and you're not going to stop me from seeing him!"

It was the first time you fought back, but he wouldn't take away the only thing that was good in your life. Chan gave you strength to go on until you were ready to leave it all behind.

"Are you contradicting me?"

His voice rumbled like a thunderstorm and he looked at you like an insect to be squashed. Chan gritted his teeth and literally pierced your father with withering glances.

"You're just as ungrateful as your mother! I let you live here for free, take care of you, and you act like you take it all for granted! Your are a fucking disappointment.“

Anger clawed at your chest and tore at you painfully. Chan's presence gave you the strength to look your father in the eye for the first time. It made him even angrier, but there was also despair. Despair that he could no longer control and intimidate you.

"Mom was clearly smarter than me when she disappeared," you hissed belligerently, pressing your hands against your thighs so he wouldn't see how much you were shaking and afraid of him.

"What the fuck did you say?" he yelled, smashing the full beer can onto the kitchen floor. Your eyelids fluttered, but you didn't jerk back.

"You're pathetic, disgusting, and a shitty person! I'll never forgive Mom for not taking me with her when she finally left you!" you snapped at him, and his head ran so red you feared it would burst. There was a burning feeling of satisfaction when you finally spoke what you could have said a long time ago.

"You stupid bitch! I guess you need to be taught some manners!" he growled aggressively and when he raised his hand and you just saw him lash out, you regretted opening your mouth. You squinted your eyes, yanked your arms protectively up and waited for the blow to hit you, but nothing happened. The next time you opened your eyes, you heard your heart pounding so loudly in your ears that you didn't even hear Chan's voice. He was standing in front of you, his broad shoulders protecting your body, and in record time had caught the hand that would have hit your face. Hard, he pushed back your father, who staggered a few steps.

He stood like a wall between you and your father, not moving a bit and fixing your father with such a coldness in its eyes that you shuddered.

"Touch her again and I'll kill you!"

The threat sounded deadly serious and even your father was completely thrown off until he shouted again:

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? I‘m not!“

Chan was so calm it was really scary. He tilted his head a little, his features softened, and he actually smiled. However, the smile didn't reach his eyes. If he had looked at you like that, you probably would have dropped dead.

"Yes of course. Someone who is that stupid and doesn't realize what a special daughter he has can only be that dumb"

This only fueled your father's aggression even more. Chan's calm and intimidating manner caused the temperature in the room to drop.

"You son of a bitch! Get out of the way!"

The main artery on your father's neck stood out dangerously, but before he could take a step, Chan stood so close to him that their noses almost touched. His eyes snapped open in surprise, and his lips vibrated in overwhelm.

"I definitely will not! You'll never touch her again, or even speak to her, until you realize what a hard-working, loving, intelligent daughter you have! You're lucky she's here and I want to spare her the sight of me beating the shit out of you, because I really really want to…“

There was indeed fear in your father's eyes. You had never seen that side of Chan. He was always friendly, in a good mood and attentive. But now he was really intimating while protecting you and you could only watch as he tapped your father on the shoulder. It was clearly a warning and without breaking eye contact, he said:

"Let’s go, Y/N. We‘ll leave!“

You couldn't say anything. You were in a trance. Your feet carried you all alone to your room where you packed some clothes, your toothbrush, your laptop and a few important things.

In the living room, your father sat silently on the sofa, not daring to look in your direction. Chan was leaning against the door with his arms crossed and his whole attitude was different again. He looked at you with such gentleness and took your backpack directly from you. Together you walked to the car in silence. Only when you had left your house far behind, he asked:

"How long has this been going on?"

By now it didn't matter anyway. You didn't know if you'd ever go back home, so you told him everything.

"Since mom left. But in the last few weeks, it's gotten worse."

"Did he hurt you?"

Chan's fingers tapped restlessly on the steering wheel. You tugged at the sleeves of your hoodie.

"Not really... Thanks to you."

He nodded, and as soon as you arrived at the guys' dorm, you froze in front of the door.

"The others aren't here. They won't be here until later."

Gratefully you nodded and just as he pulled the door shut behind you, everything burst out of you. A big stone fell off your shoulders and all that pent-up tension found a way to get out. You buried your face in your hands and painful sobs shook your whole body.

Immediately Chan pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly and rocking you back and forth soothingly. You were infinitely grateful to him for not saying anything and just being there. You cried until your body was exhausted and your tears empty. Chan was still holding you. His warmth and body soothed you and you sucked in his scent, which gave you a sense of security that your own home did not. When he felt that you were no longer crying, but only sniffling weakly, he let you out of his tight embrace. His hoodie was wet from your tears where you had pressed your face against his chest and he lovingly cupped your face with both hands. With his thumbs, he brushed the tears from your flushed cheeks and a few strands of hair from your face.

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something?" he asked caringly and you held onto his arm for fear he might just disappear.

"No. No please just stay with me."

Quickly he nodded and intertwined his fingers with yours. Directly everything didn't feel so heavy and hopeless anymore.

He led you into his room and lay down with you under his blanket. You snuggled up close to him. He gave you warmth, comfort and hope. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were where you belonged.

He pulled you closer to him until you were lying on his chest, your legs intertwined and your cheek right over his heart. He stroked through your hair and with his other hand under your hoodie over your bare back. His touches were like little lightning bolts, channeling energy back into your body.

You let your fingers circle over his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"How come you never said anything?" he asked, and you could hear him blaming himself for not noticing something sooner.

You rested your chin on the back of your hand and looked him in the eye. Your noses almost touched and his big hands left a tingle on your skin.

"I was scared and I was ashamed. I thought I could do this on my own."

He wrapped a strand of your hair around his finger, enjoying your body heat and your weight on his. Everything about you made his life so much better and he was glad you were now with him and safe.

"You're not alone, though. I'm here.“

The corners of your mouth lifted and when you smiled, Chan's heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

"Thank you Chan."

He smiled as well. His dimples charmed you and you couldn't stop looking at his features, which you knew by heart. He lost himself in thought, stroking his finger down your temple to your cheek.

"You are important to me. I can't imagine life without you, and you deserve to be happy, to be loved, and to be treated with the respect you deserve."

His words touched you and thanks to him, you finally understood that.

When his finger reached your chin, he stroked your lower lip with his thumb. Thousands of butterflies fluttered up in your stomach and you could only stare at him with your mouth slightly open.

"Stay here. As long as you want."

The affection in his eyes, his gentle touches and his body so close to yours, made you forget all caution. You couldn't help but finally listen to your feelings. You just had to lean forward to overcome the distance and touch his lips. You kissed him cautiously at first, but when you felt his hand on the back of your neck and how he pulled you closer by the waist, you moved your lips more intensely against his.

All the despair, anger and fear dissolved into thin air and all you felt was Chan. He complemented you where you needed him and now that he returned the kiss, you melted in his arms with relief.

He let his tongue glide gently over your lower lip and when you opened your mouth and he let his tongue slide against yours, you asked why it had taken you so long. He was in your life all this time and only now you had the clarity to see how much he really meant to you.

The kiss was slow, sensual and healing. When he released you after a while, you were both beaming from within and grinning at each other.

"I've been wanting to do that for ages," he murmured, and your cheeks were all rosy.

That's when you heard the front door open and the loud chatter of the boys echoed to you. Before you could climb off of him, he held you by the waist once more and pressed his lips to yours almost panicked. He just had to make sure he wasn't imagining it. Quickly burying your hands in his hair, you returned the stormier kiss until you broke away from each other, panting.

He grinned broadly, his eyes sparking.

"Let's go tell the guys that my girlfriend is their new roommate."

"Girlfriend?" you asked, surprised, and inside you were jumping up and down excitedly.

He pulled you onto his lap and pressed a kiss to your nose.

"Well, I hope so. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

You didn't have to think for a second before you nodded vehemently.

"Yes... Yes that would be nice."

Chan breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around your body so tightly that you could hardly breathe.

When you told the others about it, they actually were a little too delighted. At least Hyunjin clapped his hands loudly and was given money in each hand by Changbin and Seungmin. They've been betting for months when you'll finally get it. Obviously everyone around you knew it, except for you.

While Chan chased Jisung around the kitchen for congratulating him, saying that if it had taken longer he would have asked you out himself.

It had felt like you had lost your family, but now, in the midst of eight boys and with Chan by your side, you realized that you had been building your own little family all along.

That night, before you fell asleep in Chan's arms, tight in his arms and exhausted from the day, you heard him whispering by your ear.

"I love you... I'm here. Always."

And you immediately knew everything will be fine.

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If you’re experiencing domestic violence or any kind of assault please talk to someone. You’re not alone!

[nikki-152006]

tokyo rev characters replying to comments on a fanfic!

Smiley: I'm so used to it, me and Mikey single handedly carry all the simps of Toman. Mikey: That's soo true. We're partners in crime and the crime is breaking hearts. Draken: *stares hard at the ground with his hands folded at his chest* sure, absolutely, but might I just mention that Smiley has been hit on the face by a girl with a pan and Mikey has been slapped by one. Meanwhile you and Hina: *sneeze in another room*  Hina: That's definitely Akkun and Takemichi You: we better teach them a lesson for bitching about us later Hina: totally .

Ameliorate - [Tokyo Revengers Various X Reader]

Reference to what Draken said:

In chapter 8 of the fanfic, Smiley steps out of the line with a comment of his because he has no filter. The reader has only recently met him and he hasn't put on a good impression of himself.

So, when he steps out of the line while the reader is washing dishes, she slams the pan to his face (not hard enough to break his teeth, come on).

The reader is introduced to the twins, Baji, Chifuyu and Mitsuya from Toman and the following group chat takes place (after Smiley gets hit, just adding it here for fun):

Baji-san : Nice shot! 10/10 Matsuno-kun: (Name)-chan He looks pretty this way Mitsuya-kun : I've never seen anything more satisfying (L/N) Btw Mitsuya here  And yes, I'd want that red spot to stay there forever

Smiley mf: Fuck off Not-Angry : It's gone maroon now YOU: Sorry i hit too hard  😅 Shouldn't be a problem for a "strong" guy like you ig Baji-san: Just me or is it sarcasm intended Matsuno-kun: Mikey-kun almost died laughing when Smiley told him  what happened and Draken had to lecture him about holding his tongue  when talking to a girl YOU: He did say sorry tho and it was fine really Smiley mf: See?? I even told the little shit to  give me a punishment if she wants to she didn't

Baji-kun: I'm telling Draken about last night too Mitsuya-kun: How about no? He'll lecture me* too And it was an accident from my side BTw (L/N)-san, I am sorry YOU: It's okay Mitsuya-kun I know it was some other mf's fault plus who is this Draken and why  would this person lecture you Baji-san: He's some mf who drinks a glass full of  respect women potion every morning Mitsuya-kun: Yes. Smiley. Learn. Smiley mf:  Fuck off Mitsuya I told you it was a mistake YOU: It was actually and it's fine plus I'm sorry if I hit too hard I hope your teeth aren't damaged Baji-san: LMFAO I need to see toothless Smiley!! Not-Angry: He's good with teeth ig Matsuno-kun: (Name), wanna hang out later? Are you free today?? YOU: No guys Someone beat up my friend and  now I need to take care of him Baji-san: 😲😲 Name the mf we'll beat him up YOU: this mf won't tell me who that mf is Smiley mf:  Have you tried threatening him? YOU:  Lol I even told him I'd whip him. (seen 8 minutes ago) Hello?? Baji-san: That's not very threatening you know Smiley mf:  Try more like "I'll get you bet up by Smiley" type of threat YOU: Why do you think you're that popular? I doubt he knows you Mitsuya-kun: 😲 I guess he might Smiley is* popular for being a crazy mf YOU: Lol, suits him But what do I say? I'll get you beat up for not telling me who's beating you up? Not-Angry: Try to tell him you need to know because you care YOU: You need to learn from your twin sometimes Smiley I tried that actually

Matsuno-kun: Get him drunk? YOU: Underage Baji-san:  Get him sleepy Guys lose their senses when a pretty girl asks them something when they're sleepy Mitsuya-kun: 😲😲😲😲😲 Not-Angry: 😱 YOU: Nice idea, he's asleep Where do I get a pretty girl from Baji-san: 😲 Matsuno-kun:

😲 Smiley mf: You're trolling, right?? You: uhhh??? Baji-san:  nevermind that fucker Try yourself, you're his friend, right? I guess he'll answer to you YOU: okayy Thanks guys lemme try that Mitsuya-kun: Good luck Just tell us once you get to know Matsuno-kun: We'll make sure the fucker's dead YOU: Can't say that's what I want, but thanks. Baji-san:  NP Good luck!!

(I won't be explaining the references in the chat though yeah, Reader's neighbour Akkun got beat up by Kiyomasa and he wouldn't tell her)

Other than this, there's mention of "Max" who is the reader's brother and so also neighbour to Sendou Atsushi

[openconceptpanicroom]

The Secret Life of Songbirds

(Chapter One) - How you met

Iori Utahime x fem!reader

Summary: A collection of brief (and not-so brief) glimpses into the love story between you and Utahime.

Notes: reader is a queer menace, Utahime is having a gay panic, mutual pining, awkward flirting, fluff, angst, references to implied homophobia.

April, 2003- That’s a Pretty Girl

You were the second sorcerer in your family. And a late-bloomer too. One day you were just a regular girl going to school in Tokyo, the next… this. For three years now, you were a part of this strange world. Trained by an uncle you never knew you had, as he had been the first sorcerer in your family.But nothing, not curses or brutal training regimens, could have prepared you for her.

Your first day at Tokyo Jujutsu High, was when you first saw her. She stood so still, hands gripping her hakama with white knuckles. Unlike the rest of your new classmates, she wore the clothing of a shrine maiden. Her dark hair was neat and tied into two loose ponytails. A round face, bright eyes. And she was staring right back at you.

“Oi, what’re staring at?” your uncle elbowed your back. Had he been talking? You would never know. Startled, you blurted out the truth. Loudly.

“Pretty girl!”

The shrine maiden, and many others waiting to enter the school for orientation, heard you. Your hands went over your mouth and you watched that “Pretty girl” turn bright red. Once your uncle saw who you were referring to, he yanked you back and gave you her name. Iori Utahime, a member of a well-respected Jujutsu clan. Not someone you should be loudly declaring you find attractive, even if you weren’t both girls.

You shrugged, “A pretty girl is a pretty girl, uncle. You know I’ve got a weakness!”

“I’m tryin’ to keep you alive, kid! I meant it when I said I don’t care that you like girls, but she’s an exception,” he shook you slightly at the shoulders. Dramatic old man. Though you still heard snickering from your new classmates, you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you thought you would. In fact, you started to turn your head to see if she was still there.

“Utahime, huh? That’s a nice name—“

Your uncle grabbed your face in one hand and made pushed his face close to yours, “Do you only listen to every other word I say?!”

His rant only drags on, with him shaking your face in his hand while you daze off. Utahime.

May, 2003- On the same team

In the first few weeks of school you learned a lot. You went home to your uncle exhausted most days, bruised body and tired out brain. At school, some of your focus was taken up by that pretty shrine maiden you weren’t supposed to get too close to. For a sorcerer from a respected clan, she sure acted like a regular girl.

Utahime liked a lot of modern music, especially sports. She was easily startled, and even easier to anger. You watched from your seat as she berated a boy who tried to accuse her of being a crybaby. While she was crying over some baseball player being traded to another team. It kinda made you laugh, at first. When the boy didn’t let up, you stood, “Don’t make fun of her just because she knows how to show a fucking emotion.”

Again, far more people had heard you than you intended. Heads turned, curious. The silence was long. Ah, maybe your reaction was a bit strong?You cleared your throat and said, “Lay off Iori-chan, eh? She can cry if she’s sad.”

Utahime wiped her cheeks, “I… I do not need your help!”

Right, you almost forgot about it, Utahime’s bizarre dislike of you. From the first day onward, she just didn’t seem to like you. She would actively ignore you sometimes. You assumed it was because you embarrassed her. But jeez, it had been weeks. All you could do was sit back down as class began.

Later that day, students were divided into groups of three. Each trio, or duo, would be set that way for their entire time spent at Jujutsu High. These partnerships may even last after graduation. You were a bit nervous to hear who you would be placed with, but were pleased by the results.

You, a reserved girl named Mei Mei, and Iori Utahime.

At lunch, you gathered your new team together. Mei Mei was all class. Beautiful but cold and with the confidence of a grown woman. Hard to believe she was the same age as you or Utahime. Mei Mei didn’t hide what motivated her, money. You could respect her honesty. Utahime wasn’t offering up any information. Only eating her bento with her back hunched as she sat beneath the cherry blossom tree with you both.

“So, what’s your special technique?”

Utahime put both hands in her lap and crowed, “My technique allows me to amplify the abilities of my allies tenfold through the art of dance!”

She was cute like this, chest all puffed up and proud. You grinned at her, “Dance, huh? You must be really good at it.”

The earlier tension in her shoulders had eased. Utahime looked at you without turning her head, as if trying to hide the fact that she was talking specifically to you. No offense taken on your part. Plus, you were starting to get the hint that she was a bit jumpy.

“I suppose so…” a hint of pink was already spreading across her face.

You leaned in closer to her, “I’m a shit dancer. Maybe you could teach me sometime?”

Utahime jumped to her feet, “I will not teach the Iori Clan’s ancient techniques to someone like you!”

Unfazed, you said, “I can settle for watching you dance to make me stronger, then.”

A chocked guffaw left her mouth as she declared, “I’ll never dance for you!”

“Why not?” There was a pout on your lips that kept drawing her eyes there.

“Because… because… you’re so… ugh!” Utahime grabbed her half-eaten lunch and stormed back inside.

Mei Mei let out a soft laugh, amused by the free show. You turned to her, “Was it something I said?”

Smoothly, Mei Mei collected her things and stood as well. She looked down at you through pale lashes, “You’re both hopeless.” Mei Mei ignored your begging to explain herself as she left you beneath the cherry blossom tree.

[lokislytherin]

言わざる // speak no evil

pairing: byelingual!park jonggun x waiter!reader

summary: yamazaki yuzuru, also known as park jonggun, is trying his damned best to learn korean for csat. despite his best efforts, his favourite bartender doesn’t seem too impressed. in other words: park jonggun hwaiting~

tags: crack, pre-canon, gun is korean by birth but raised in japan but jailed in korea so he doesn’t even know how he identifies himself anymore, canon compliant, gun might be ooc bc he’s not fighting this is calm gun

gun’s first thought upon seeing you is - damn, you’re gorgeous.

he’s been to this izakaya several times before, but he has never seen you behind the counter. maybe it’s your first day. maybe you’ve been here for a while, working the wednesday night shift, and he has just never been here on a wednesday. it’s a school night, after all. he has his csat to study for, even though he thinks he’ll fail. his korean isn’t quite up to par. he’s spent too long in juvie, and even longer in japan.

gun isn’t the only japanese person here. well, technically gun is korean, but he’s been yamazaki yuzuru, shiroi oni for so long it feels like he’s japanese instead. when he’d fought that straw-haired asshole, kim joongoo, the dumbhead had downright refused to believe gun was korean by birth. no way, he’d said with a mocking grin, hand over his jaw where gun had almost knocked his entire bottom row of teeth out, your accent’s fucking atrocious.

gun would’ve gone for round two of a fight if goo hadn’t smashed a staff into his face and almost broken his skull as well as his nose.

anyway, back to the izakaya. where gun speaks japanese, because it’s so much easier than korean to him.

gun’s been here often enough to start to recognize the regulars - hattori-san with his raspy kansai-ben, who always orders cheap beer to go with his equally cheap cigarettes and starts flirting with the whoever’s pouring his beer whenever he gets too drunk; miyamura-san, who had been sent on a year-long business trip from tokyo to seoul and drinks sake to cover up how dearly she misses her family; and there’s park jong gun himself, who always orders the same gyoza dish because it’s damn tasty, alright.

today, it’s a different person behind the counter. it’s you, who speaks kindly to miyamura-san when she weeps about homesickness. it’s you, who doesn’t hesitate to call a drunk hattori-san a cab and manhandle him out of the shop yourself when the taxi arrives. you’re around gun’s age, japanese by birth, but both your japanese and your korean, which you showcase when a korean couple wander in in search of ramen, are both better than gun’s. you don’t seem too wary about gun, either. you’re always bringing him his signature gyoza with a sweet smile, offering him helpful tips on learning korean when he brings his notebook in to study for tests. gun-chan, you tease him sometimes, study at home, not here. he doesn’t answer, too busy wondering why you don’t fear him in the slightest.

because you should.

gun is the most dangerous person in this small izakaya. you’re strong enough to manhandle hattori-san, who is drunk and balding and somewhere in his late fifties, but your wrists are thin, your legs long and slim. you’ve got that doe-eyed innocence to you too, like a newborn fawn. you’d be able to please him with your body if you didn’t break under his rough hands first.

or maybe that could be the foreplay. you’d look good, struggling not to let gun break you, fighting back with all you’ve got.

gun has no alcohol with him, but his cheeks feel a little too flushed for his own comfort. he finishes his gyoza in silence, pays you a hefty tip and refuses to take the change, and then leaves.

he’ll keep you a secret, for now. choi dongsoo doesn’t have to know about you. and neither does gun's asshole of a housemate, kim joongoo.

he comes to the izakaya once every two weeks almost religiously just to see your pretty face. every time, you greet him with a smile. at some point, it becomes a running gag between the two of you. tadaima, he’ll say as he steps in, all evidence of his, ah, after-school job carefully hidden away. okaeri, you’ll say in response, your usual gyoza? and gun will say yes, because this place, this banter, is starting to feel like home to him. nothing has ever felt like home to him. it’s hard to find peace when gun lives the life of a hired gangster.

of course, of course, peace never lasts.

because one day, after school, kim ‘fucking dumbhead who can't read social cues’ joongoo insists on following gun to the izakaya. “i’m hungry,” he complains, “it’s your cooking day today, and since you won’t cook, i’ll just get dinner with you.”

he really doesn’t want to let joongoo meet you, but joongoo's a tenacious bastard who refuses to let go even when gun is trying to choke him out in the middle of the street, so gun ends up with no choice but to bring him to meet you.

he's still squabbling with joongoo by the time he steps into the izakaya. "okaeri, gun-cha-" your eyes widen. "ara ara, gun-chan, you brought a friend?"

"yes," joongoo says at the same moment gun says "we are not friends."

you giggle, eyes bright. "okay, gun-chan and gun-chan's not friend."

"gun-chan," joongoo mouths in awe. his knowledge of japanese is limited to anime and "omae wa mou shindeiru".

gun gives him a noogie because he's too polite to get blood all over your meticulously cleaned counter. "usual gyoza for me," gun mutters to you in japanese because he knows joongoo won't understand, "and the least popular item on the menu for him."

you laugh. "hai, hai!"

you end up placing two dishes of the same gyoza in front of gun and joongoo. gun blinks. "you're kidding, right?"

"gun-chan, you're literally the only one who orders this."

joongoo digs into his gyoza with a hearty "itadakimasu!" and you laugh when he gets sauce on his stupid glasses. gun feels overwhelming jealousy gnawing at his insides. you're his. you shouldn't be laughing at joongoo unless you're mocking him.

"just between you and me," you whisper to gun over the counter, "your friend reminds me of some of the tourists i used to get at the famiresu i used to work at in japan. they'd try to speak in japanese, but their accent wouldn't be right. it's sweet to see them try."

it's all too easy to imagine you in a cute apron and matching hat, cheerfully shouting "irraishaimase!" at new customers. it's too easy, like it's a memory instead of a fantasy. "which one did you work at? denny's?" back when he was fourteen and living the overpowered tween gangster life, he’d almost gotten attached to a denny’s worker who had actually tried to help him with his schoolwork and learning korean in particular. they were sweet but authoritative. they knew how to order him around and get him to do things, and that might have been the beginning of gun’s masochistic streak, actually. gun hadn’t seen them since he got arrested and sent to juvie in korea, but now that he thinks of it, they might have looked a little like you.

maybe he’s just projecting.

“yeah! i did work at denny's, actually.” it’s only thanks to gun’s years of experience as a trained thug that he doesn’t let his surprise show. did you read his mind? “why ask?”

“i was just curious. i grew up in japan.”

“yeah, i guessed. your japanese is excellent, but your korean… you make the same mistakes as one of my old regulars, but he was fourteen and you’re what, nineteen? you mix up the i, geu, jeo words too, just less often than he did.” you hum, a distant smile on your face. “it was easy for me to remember. it’s almost the same as koko, soko, asoko, isn’t it?”

gun nods. yeah, that was how the waiter from back then taught him to memorize i, geu and jeo too. gun just messes it up nowadays when he tries to think in korean instead of japanese. you flit off to help another patron and strike up a conversation with them instead. gun had almost forgotten that he couldn’t monopolise your attention that easily.

joongoo nudges him with the most demonic smile of all time settled on his face. there’s a veggie stuck between his teeth, and oh, what wouldn’t gun do to punch it out of the way? punch joongoo so hard he chokes on his own shattered teeth? “someone’s got a crush~” he sings loudly. nobody hears him over the din of the izakaya. “i’m gonna tell the b-”

gun tips his chin up and forcefully shuts joongoo’s mouth. joongoo whimpers as he bites his tongue, but gun holds his mouth shut. “don’t you fucking dare.”

it’s not even a crush. it’s just a passing fancy. you just remind him of someone he used to know.

“we’re leaving,” gun hisses. he’s going to beat joongoo’s ass into next week. “yo, jagiya-”

joongoo chokes on a laugh, but gun can’t think of why. over here… isn’t it jagiya?

“it’s jeogiyo,” you say with a shit-eating grin. it’s cute on you, unlike on joongoo. “but if you want to call me jagiya i won’t mind either, gun-chan.”

gun remembers making that mistake, years ago. he’d mixed them up again - jeogiyo is ‘come here’, jagiya is ‘sweetheart’. joongoo laughs harder at gun’s slowly reddening cheeks. oh, he wants you so bad. he’d hurt you so good, make you cry as he calls you jagiya and carve his mark into your body the only way he knows how.

“or should i call you yucchan? yamazaki yuzuru-chan?” you lean in close, something dangerous on your face. good for you, gun is a dangerous man. “the white oni?”

gun freezes. “how-” no matter how he thinks of it, he can’t think of how you would know about shiroi oni. could it be the other patrons warning you against him? could someone have told you?

“you’ve always called me y/n-san, and i appreciate it. but do you know why i came to korea to study?”

gun shakes his head. you’ve always been y/n-san to him.

“my name is magami y/n. you killed my father. you hurt my little brother ken-chan.” gun remembers now - he remembers young magami kenta who idolised him, until he killed the patriarch of the magami clan. maybe you were sent away to the city to study, and that’s why you weren’t there. “did you really think i’d let you get away?”

gun stops you from threatening him the only way he can think of - he yanks you closer by the collar of your shirt and when you stumble, he’s there, waiting to swallow all of your protests with his lips. oh, he’ll break you.

he’ll break you until all you know is how to scream his name and beg him for mercy.

oh, you’d look so gorgeous.

[devinescribe]

Smile

Kyuma Ginji × Reader

Slayyy

Based off that request!

I love making you hurt

Warnings: Swearing, death, angst

"(N/N)-Chan~ You should really be nicer to me," he whined, hugging you from behind. You rolled your eyes. "Fine," you said, turning around in his arms returning the embrace.

He shut his eyes, and just enjoyed the feeling of you in his arms. The quiet of the world. The tightness of your hug, your skin on his.

If this was the life he had chosen, he had chosen correctly.

________

Everytime he completed a game. At night, he would go to the highest point of his game arena and look for your blimp.

The Queen of Clubs.

Everynight, he looked out, longing for your embrace once more. Your smile, for your eyes to meet his own. Your laughter.

He longed to be near you.

Everyday was uncertainty. But as long as he knew you were alive, he was fine. You gave him strength.

"She's still good?"

"Yeah.... She's good."

__________

"You're the person I'd want to spend my last moments with," you whispered, playing with his hair. He smiled, his eyes meeting yours. "Our last moments should be spent with the ones we love the most. They should be spent regretting absolutely nothing. You still want to die with me?" He whispered back. You nodded yout head. "Wel... I don't want to die. But if... if I had to I would want it to be with you," you mumbled, hugging him.

If he hadn't known physical touch was his love language, he would have learned it with you. Your touch was like feathers of an angel brushing against his skin. He loved it.

His hand reached for your face, cupping it in his hands. "I would be dying with one regret... if I didn't do this," he whispered, kissing you softly. You kissed back, a smile on your face.

"Not kissing me would be your only regret?"

"Of course."

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He once more climbed to the top of the containers. In the middle of his game this time. Just because he felt he needed to. You gave him strength and this was one of the strongest groups he'd faced.

But there was another feeling. A feeling of darkeness, pressing down on his chest and shoulders. Heavy sadness. He didn't understand why. Today felt different.

But you were there. You were fine.

He knew you, he knew you were strong. You would be ok.

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"Yo, Mira look!!" You shouted, showing the woman that you had taught one of the other citizens how to do a cart wheel.

Everyone laughed together. "Enji, its your turn," you said threateningly towards the boy. He shook his head. Kyuma watched you drag him from his spot on the floor. "Come on... if Kyu can do it so can you," you pleaded with the boy. He kept trying to break away, but it was never enough.

"Fine fine fine," you mumbled, fixing his hair. The boy laughed. "Better go tell your boyfriend you love him. He might get jealous," Matsushita laughed as you helped him up. "Nah. Kyu!"

He looked over with a smile.

"I love you!"

He didn’t think his smile could get wider. But it did.

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"Hey hey Jack of Hearts," you giggled, ruffling the boy's hair, using his newly acquired alias. He laughed. "He's waiting for you again by the way," he said. You nodded. "Stay safe kid. Remember... you're not always going to be the smartest in the room, yeah?" You said, a sad smile on your face. He nodded. "You too... you're worse than me somedays."

"King of Clubs," Kyuma informed you as you walked up behind him. You smiled. "What a coincidence. Queen of Clubs at your service," you said with a dramatic bow. He smiled, hugging you tightly. "You be safe. Don't be dumb. I'm looking forward to the next time I can see you," he whispered, kissing your forehead softly.

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His team was winning. So he climbed back up. To thank you. For giving him the strength and motivation to keep going. To keep playing, to keep winning.

He smiled at the sight of your blimp.

That smile was quickly wiped off his face when he saw the explosion. It head straight down, and he watched in shock.

Tears filled his eyes as he watched. (Y/N), his (Y/N)...

Was gone.

He went to the docks. To think. The be alone.

You were his only reason for his success in his mind.

That ballon was his only hope of seeing you once this was all over. Just like you two had promised.

Winning his game meant nothing now.

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You leaned your head on his shoulder, the other citizens talking amongst themselves.

"I'm excited for tomorrow. A bit nervous. But it is going to be ok. I know it," you whispered to him. He nodded. "Of course it will. We will be ok. And I promise when the players lose, we will see eachother again."

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Arisu had tricked him. But in a way, he was happy.

He had lived his life to the fullest. Until the very end. He had no regrets...

Except for one.

"And I shall die with no regrets. Except for one. That I broke my promise to her," he said, smiling at the other man. "Who? Arisu asked. "Queen of Clubs. (L/N) (Y/N). My one and only," he whispered. "Can I ask something of you Arisu?"

"Of course."

"Go to the Queen of Clubs arena... and even though she's not there.... you tell her I said... I love her, yeah?"

Arisu nodded. He felt like Kyuma was one of the most fair and kind people he had met so far. If only they had met in the real world.

Kyuma threw his head back, raising his arms, and awaited the laser.

And darkness.

Your smile was the last thing he thought of.

"Kyu... why are you crying?"

"Oh... (Y/N)... I thought... I thought I'd lost you."

"Well... you did for a bit. But we're here now, isn't that what matters? We're together... just like you promised."

Soooo... uhhhh... yay! Big sad, but kinda happy ending?

:)

[megu-meow]

siblings or dating? - megumi fushiguro

megumi x fem. reader

Request: Hey I love your works !! I have a request. Megumi along with his friends (maybe even his teacher) spot Megumi’s s/o hanging out with her brother (they don’t know that the guy is her brother) which led to a lot of funny misunderstandings.

TW: there are light mentions of anxiety, depression and similar mental health issues in this, please avoid reading if those topics make you uncomfortable!

Megumi respects and trust you with his whole heart. He knows your morals are unshakable, you treat everyone with thoughtfulness and consideration. The thought of you cheating on him has never crossed his mind and you never gave him any reason to think otherwise. It wasn't easy for him to get there either, he was closed off and unapproachable at first, it took a long time for him to warm up to you, but after he did he became the most loving and affectionate boyfriend you could have asked for.

Everyone knew you two were made for each other. His friends and his sensei all noticed how he became more sociable, he smiled more often and he learned how to express his feelings without having anxiety about it.

He made you less gullible and less trusting towards people you just met. He also helped you a lot with anxiety and low self-esteem, he never failed to ensure you about how amazing and strong you were, he assured you that he will always be by your side and make you feel better, if you were down.

The two of you were so in love sometimes Gojo started to worry that you would end up cursing each other, like Yuta did with Rika. He knew Megumi would break into pieces if something were to happen to you, just as much as he was aware that you would become depressed beyond return if you were separated from the raven-haired boy. Gojo had a reason to believe that love was the most twisted curse of them all. So when he spotted you with another boy sipping on a matcha latte at a romantic cafe, laughing, having fun, while Megumi was walking anxiously beside him, he believed it was best not to point it out to the ravenette.

"What's wrong, Fushiguro? You've been awfully silent all day." Yuji asks nonchalantly.

"Uh... It's no big deal... Y/n-chan didn't text me back since morning and I'm worried something might be wrong." he says, his voice is laced with concern and worry, which makes Gojo's blood boil. Why would you treat Megumi like that? The boy deserves all that's best in the world and up until that point, Gojo thought that was you, but he slowly starts to doubt it.

"Let's just ask her, she's right there!" Yuji point you out in the cafe and Megumi turns in the direction the pink-haired idiot is pointing in record speed. His shoulders slump and his slight smile drops upon seeing you with someone else. The worst scenarios start to play in his brain, how you must have fallen out of love with him and were too scared to break up, so you found consolation in someone else.

"Ok, before your crazy mind goes somewhere it shouldn't, please consider the fact that Y/n loves you with her whole heart and she would never cheat on anyone, especially not you. That shaggy haired bastard must be a friend or a relative." Nobara says and Megumi slightly relaxes, he knows the redhead is right.

"I am conducting thorough research on her Facebook page, I'm gonna find that Baka!" says Gojo with his phone in his hands, so concentrated with the task at hand he even pulled his blindfold down to see better?!

"I don't understand why don't we just ask her? She's our friend, she would tell us the truth." Yuji says and Kugisaki rolls her eyes from the boys gullible demeanor.

"Gojo-sensei?" Megumi says quietly.

"What's up?" he looks up from his phone, looking into his student's sad eyes.

"If it turns out he is her secret lover, can you please use Hollow Purple on him? It would make me feel better."

"Of course, everything for my precious Megumi-chan." the white haired idiot agrees without hesitation and Nobara has to physically stop herself from hitting her sensei on the head.

The raven-haired boy takes one more glance at the cafe and he notices how the two of you are gone. He panics slightly, but he doesn't really have much time to think about where you could have gone, he feels someone crushing into his side with force, their arms around his torso. Your scent reaches his senses and he hugs you back instinctively.

"Hi, Gumi! I missed you all day, what are you guys up to?" you talk fast, he can barely understand what you're saying, but he's gotten used to your excited rambling. You look him into his eyes with adoration, but pictures of you with the other boy flash through his mind so he looks back at you coldly and he steps away from you. He can see the glint of sadness appearing in your irises and he already feels bad, but he can't help it. "What's wrong?"

You wait for a response, but he just turns his head away from you coldly. You look at your friends and sensei expecting them to help you out, but they just look at you apologetically. Your blood starts to boil with anger and you turn away.

"I'll leave now, I know you don't want me here." you tell Megumi sadly "Call me if you are ready to tell me what have I done wrong. I will be with my Oniisan."

"YOUR WHAT?" Gojo and Yuji ask loudly and some people around you look into your group's direction with annoyed expressions.

"My brother. He's in town for work and asked me to meet me out here. I texted Megumi this morning about meeting with him, I even asked him to join, but he ignored me." you say looking at the boy questioningly, but he's only looking at his feet. He suddenly steps closer to you, his eyes still glued to the pavement and he embraces you tightly, as you hear a relaxed sigh leave his body.

"I'm sorry, pretty girl, I forgot that you texted me and these idiots made me think that you were on a date. I love you, please don't hate me." he whispers into your hair.

"It's okay, but I hope you are aware that I would never cheat on you, Gumi!"

"I know, sweetheart!"

"I love you, pretty boy!" you tell him and you leave a soft peck on his pink lips.

"Oh, maan! I really wanted to use Hollow Purple today!" Gojo wails with fake tears in his eyes and you look at Megumi expecting an explanation. He just shakes his head, signalling that it's nothing with the prettiest smile on his face.

[simpforchuchu]

hiii finally you open for request, can you do reader x tsukasa angst fluff please, thank you and have a great day💗💗💗

• Tsukasa x reader with Oya Boys | Part2

a/n: Hii! I didnt have any spesific angst idea -and you didnt give me any details- and i was planning to write a part 2 for this one.I know this is a very poorly written fic and very long... But I wanted to write the second part and I had a lot of ideas...The plot was a bit confusing and I had a hard time finishing it.I don't know if you like it, but if you don't, it's okay, you can send a request again.And it is a little late because I got injured, and I'm sorry about that too... Soo I hope you like it :')♥️

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: angst to fluff, oya high usual violence

Part1

No matter how hard Y/n tried, only a few days later she found herself in the middle of things.  Although she usually wanted to wear a hoodie and keep herself hidden, it wasn't easy as both YasuKiyo faction and Todoroki faction recognized her.

Even though Todoroki and Tsuji&Shiba chose to remain silent, y/n knew that Yasushi wouldn't sit still.And she was right...

She wanted to have a quiet day, but when 2 people she knew were from YasuKiyo faction blocked her way, she knocked one down with a hard kick without even waiting to listen to what they were gonna say.The other ran to her in anger, she punched him in the stomach and face, pushed him away and shouted.

"Tell your boss I'm not interested.And if they keep messing with me, I won't sit still like this any longer."

When the young girl shook her hands and wanted to put her hood back on, she heard a small applause. When she quickly turned to the direction of the voice, she looked at the person who was applauding her in surprise.

The famous king of Oya was looking at her with a smile on his face, as if he had just found out a new toy.

“Murayama-san…” Y/n whispered in surprise, Murayama smiled and gestured towards the stairs.

"Shall we go to the roof?"

Y/n didn't say anything.She did not know Murayama's intentions.She had some idea of ​​his character, but wasn't sure if he would hurt her.  But she knew very well how strong he was. So she thought it would be foolish to protest, so she put on her hoodie and followed him.

Everyone stared at them in the hallways they passed as Y/n quietly followed Murayama to the roof. Oya was strange enough to have a girl, and that girl was with Murayama ?

Murayama was watching the new freshmen's leadership race with interest.He was excited by the fact that there were many strong freshmen after Todoroki. And as this race started, he was as excited as he was surprised by the fact that there was a girl in Oya right after.

He didn't like it when he learned that she was hiding as much as possible and that some factions were targeting her. He wanted to get to know her better and find out her purpose. He also wanted her to appear with him.No one should dare to touch the person next to him.

Once they got to the roof, y/n slowly unbuttoned her hood and looked seriously at Murayama and around. The view from above was quite pleasant.She smiled:

"Nice view"

Murayama laughed and shook his head.

"I hope you don't think I invited you here to show the view"

Murayama smiled as Y/n nodded seriously.

"Y/n-chan, right?"  Y/n nodded.  "It is quite interesting that there is a female student in Oya. It is very interesting not because it is not possible, but because no one has asked for it until now."

Y/n was seriously trying to figure out why she was summoned here.

"I was worried when I heard that there was a female student coming here. I was curious about her purpose. At first I thought she was an attention-seeking young girl, she wanted to play with boys. But when I saw that she was not interested in anyone and could fight, I gave up on that idea."

Y/n was listening to her Senpai with a very serious expression. She could not predict the outcome of this conversation.

"I thought you'd challenge the boys and enter the leadership race after seeing you can fight, but on the contrary, you don't care about it at all. Tell me, y/n-chan... why are you in Oya?"

Y/n was torn between answering or not.It didn't make much sense for her to say that her real reason was to follow the boy she loved to the most notorious school in the area.

"I don't have a reason, I just wanted to come. Senpai, I'll graduate without getting in trouble and getting involved in that shitty race."

Murayama smiled and took a few steps closer to the young girl. Y/n did not back down or was frightened.  Murayama realized that this young girl was quite daring.

"I don't think you can live here if you don't pick a side right now."

Y/n smiled

"I can protect myself, don't worry"

Murayama shook his head and again looked down from the roof at the view.

“Everyone who comes here has a purpose, y/n-chan. A purpose other than being a student… I also came here to be king. Todoroki and others too. And they fight for it, some succeed. Some fight alongside the strong, some are becoming the man. But you're not interested in power or being the king... Because you're here for someone, right?"

Y/n looked at Murayama, who turned to him with his last words, in horror. She knew he was strong and crazy, but he was also smart.How had he predicted this?

"You don't have to answer... It's also a good reason to care for someone and be with them."  Murayama took a deep breath and smiled.

"This place is not for you y/n-chan. Sometimes reasons are not enough, also ambition is needed. And you are not ambitious.You will melt away in these boys' war..."

Y/n knew Murayama was right.  She was angry with Tsukasa, but this was different.She had to show them that she was determined.

Y/n closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again and smiled.

"What if I prove to you that I can stay here, Murayama-san? Then will you let me stay?"

Murayama approached the young girl.He stopped right in front of her and smiled.He took a few steps towards the door without saying a word and called without turning his back at the door.

"Don't make them feel like you are weak.And… don't forget to come to me if things get too bad for you to handle."

Murayama quietly left the roof and y/n stared after him for a few seconds.She thought about what he had said and sighed deeply.She wasn't gonna give up, she was gonna keep fighting...

***

After thinking for a while on the roof, Y/n went down the stairs again and proceeded to one of the empty classrooms where she always hangs out, ignoring the people around her. When she turned the corner, she stopped her steps with the person in front of her and lifted her head.

Nakagoshi... she knew him.She knew that he was in this school and that he respected Tsukasa and wanted to follow him. But Tsukasa's refusal to enter this race changed everything. Nakagoshi thought he was afraid and said that he would beat Todoroki himself.

Everyone in Hope Hill knew her as Y/n was close with Fujio and Tsukasa.Yasushi and Kiyoshi in particular enjoyed dealing with her because of their past with Fujio and Tsukasa.

But Nakagoshi didn't see y/n as an enemy.On the contrary, he wanted her to be with him, so he finally wanted to talk to her.

"Y/n-chan, I have no intention of fighting. I just want to talk."

Y/n listened, never taking her serious gaze off the young boy's face.

"Oya is a dangerous place. And you're not on Tsukasa-san's side...If you don't join a faction when the leadership race is this fierce-"

Y/n sighed and approached the young boy with a bored expression.

"Naka-kun...I'm not interested in any faction as long as someone isn't fighting me or hurting me."

With Y/n's stern attitude, Nakagoshi excitedly replied

"Being alone will make you a target.Doesn't YasuKiyo already attack you every day because of Fujio-san?"

When Y/n remained silent, Nakagoshi spoke confidently.

"I can protect you y/n-chan."

Although Y/n was surprised at first, she smiled and adjusted her hoodie.She patted Nakagoshi's shoulder and started walking without saying a word.

As Y/n was leaving, Tsukasa came out from behind the wall where he was listening to them and came face to face with Nakagoshi. He didn't know his purpose but wanted him to stay away from y/n.

"Senpai...You don't stand up to Todoroki, so there's no one to protect y/n-chan. They're going to hurt her because you're a coward."

Tsukasa shook his head at what Nakagoshi said angrily.

"Y/n can protect herself. So you... stay away from her. Her not taking a side is the only thing keeping her safe."

Nakagoshi laughed and shook his head.

“Even I can be stronger than you in my current state. You disappointed me, your friends, and y/n-chan, senpai.”

Tsukasa was offended by the young boy's innuendo, but he didn't want to show it.

"I don't care about this race. I don't think Todoroki sees her as a threat. Instead of worrying about her, worry about yourself... and for the last time. Stay away from Y/n."

  Tsukasa quietly left after his words and didnt wait for him to say anything. And Nakagoshi's men followed him silently as he left too...

***

Y/n didn't look away when she walked into one of the classes she always hangs out.When she lifted her head, she was taken aback by the sight she saw. Todoroki was sitting on one of the desks. When he saw her enter the classroom, he turned his gaze to the young girl. Thinking that she was in danger, Y/n quickly turned around and wanted to exit the door, but Tsuji and Shibaman closed the door and didn't let her leave.

Y/n tried to push both of them but couldn't.She looked at the two who were blocking her way.  Both were quite tall and she knew they were both strong.Tsuji and Shiba were not like the losers Yasushi sent, she couldn't beat them both.  Moreover, Todoroki was also in this room, even if she defeated the duo, she knew that Todoroki was the strongest of Oya.

"Get out of my way!"

Todoroki spoke when the young girl said it harshly

"We won't hurt you, just want to talk."

Y/n sighed at Todoroki's words and cast her stern gaze away from the two of them.She turned around and smiled

"Why is everyone saying the same thing today?"

When Todoroki pointed to the bench in front of him, y/n pulled up the chair and sat down.She put her arms on the back of the chair and looked at Todoroki.

"What do you want to talk about? And when will your Bodyguards let me out?"

Tsuji and Shiba rolled their eyes at the young girl at the same time, while Todoroki smiled at her confident demeanor. He knew she wasn't afraid, and even if she was, she would never show it. But he wondered about her connection to Murayama.

"They're not my bodyguards. I can protect myself."

Y/n smiled and nodded

"I know, I heard you are pretty strong."

"What did you talk about with Murayama? Now that he's interested-"

"What makes you think I'm going to answer that question?"

She knew that Todoroki didn't care if anyone joined him or not. He was just jealous of Murayama's position.So the only thing he wanted to talk about was Murayama.

Todoroki smiled and looked the young girl in the eyes

"I really wonder why you're here. At first I thought you were an attention-whore teenage girl."

Y/n frowned as Todoroki continued.

"You didn't come here to hunt men. You don't compete for leadership either. You don't join anyone, but you don't fight anyone either. If you're not here for power or fame, what's your point y/n-chan?"

Y/n could tell from his eyes that he was making fun of her and despising her. Todoroki was very confident. This was not an unfounded trust.  He was as smart as he was strong.  But she didn't like him. He was selfish.

"You're here for someone, right?"

Y/n was trying not to change her facial expression with the question she heard.She shouldn't have given herself up.

"Nakagoshi? I haven't heard of him attacking you."

Seeing that there was no change in Y/n's reactions, Todoroki continued.

"I don't think it's Yasushi or Kiyoshi either. I also don't understand the hostility they have towards you yet."

Tsuji, who was listening to the conversation at the time, replied

"They used to fight with us too, but Fujio always protected you. That's why you're an easy target now, right?"

Hearing Fujio's name, she smiled.She missed him.

"Fujio? Tsukasa's friend you were talking about?"

Todoroki asked in surprise when Shiba nodded his head at Todoroki's question.

"Fujio isn't here. Why haven't I seen you together, even though I thought you were here for Tsukasa? Shouldn't you be with him?

Tsuji and Shiba looked at her in surprise when Y/n slammed her hand on the desk in front of her, but Todoroki was not surprised. He already had his answer.

"That's enough. This conversation is over. I don't care about your assumptions and guesses. I'm not a threat to you, you should take care of Yasushi and Kiyoshi instead of me."

Todoroki smiled and stood up from the bench. But just then, Yasushi's voice came from the speaker.  He was calling out to Tsuji and Shibaman. When Y/n turned his head and looked at the two of them, he saw that they were quite angry. Todoroki was also listening to the conversation seriously. Soon after, when one of Nakagoshi's men shrieked in pain, the trio left the room and y/n followed them.

***

After Tsuji and Shiba knocked out Yasushi's men, the two left the room and the five of them faced each other. But even more surprising, Todoroki calmly stood in front of Yasushi and said he could take the lead if he wanted to. And left without doing anything.

After Todoroki left, y/n came out from behind the door watching them and showed herself.  Yasushi grinned when he saw her and watched the young girl approach him.Yasushi thought she had finally come to fight, but y/n had something else on her mind.

"Congratulations, leader."

After what Y/n said with a suggestive grin, and with a slight bow, Yasushi knew that she was teasing him. Y/n left without saying anything, and Yasushi didn't do anything about it.It wasn't the right time to mess with y/n.

***

When Y/n heard that Tsukasa had left the school after the events, she was very angry. She knew that the boy she had known and loved for years was not coward and weak. Fujio's departure had literally devastated him, and she understood that he didn't want to get involved in these fights.  But she didn't understand how he was pretending to be defeated without even a fight.

She was quite tired from what was going on at school.She had stopped by the market before going home and was walking down the dark street towards the apartment. She had a favorite music in her earphones and thousand thoughts in her mind.

She was no more than 100 meters from the apartment, she didn't notice the person following her because of the music playing in her headphones, and she couldn't even react when someone suddenly grabbed her and threw her against the wall.

***

When y/n entered the garden gate, Todoroki realized that something was wrong when he saw the young girl trying to leave without looking around and trying to hide her face.So when he called out to and stopped her, y/n cursed her bad luck and stopped.

As the trio approached the young girl, Todoroki noticed the scar on her forehead and frowned.

"What happened to your face? Who did that?"

Y/n rolled her eyes

"A little fight and it is none of your business."

Y/n was obviously lying.This was very different from a fight scar.  Tsuji approached and looked at the young girl's face

"Do you remember who you were fighting with?"  Y/n was stunned by the question, while Tsuji smiled, "Someone attacked you last night, right?"

Todoroki was waiting for the young girl to answer. Y/n couldn't understand how they knew.

"Kiyoshi... someone stabbed him with a knife yesterday. His wound isn't bad, but this is serious." 

Y/n was also surprised by what Shiba said.Someone approached from behind and slammed her to the wall, and after she hit her head, there was a small fight. She knew the person just wanted to intimidate him, but she couldn't see the face of her attacker.She thought they were from Yasushi's faction, but her mind changed.

"Did you see who they were? I heard they were wearing masks."

Y/n shook her head

"No, they attacked from behind. Their faces were also masked. It was just two people."

Todoroki shook his head

"Let's take a walk, y/n-chan, let's go out to the backyard and we'll talk about this."

Y/n looked around, there was no chance of getting rid of these three. She grinned and replied.

"I don't have an umbrella, as you can see the rain has getting faster Todoroki-san"

Shibaman smiled and said, pointing at the umbrella in his hand.

"I'll share this with you, y/n-chan, don't worry. You're pretty small, it'll be enough for both of us."

Y/n rolled her eyes at what Shiba had said and the trio started walking to the backyard area. After talking about what had happened for a while, they saw the YasuKiyo duo at the end of the stairs.

"I guess you've been pretty busy after being a leader. What happened?" 

When Todoroki asked Kiyoshi, Yasushi snapped and immediately looked behind Todoroki at the girl next to Shiba.

"I guess you chose your side y/n-chan. Also what happened to your face? Didn't your friends protect you?"

Y/n smiled at the boy who was grinning and answered.

"I'm not picking a side, Yasushi-kun. I don't need anyone's protection either. I'll continue to be a lone wolf."

While Yasushi and y/n were bickering with each other, Nakagoshi stared at the scar on the young girl's face for a while.The attackers of Kiyoshi were Todoroki and the others, he couldn't understand why y/n was with them.

While he was thinking about this, y/n was back in school with Todoroki and the duo. Tsuji spoke while looking at the young girl.

“There is no evidence of Kiyoshi's stabbing, but I'm sure Nakagoshi had it done. They must have attacked Y/n-chan too."

Y/n looked at him confused.

"Me? Why would Nakagoshi have his men attack me? I am no threat to him. He also even told me to join him."

Todoroki calmly replied

"Maybe that's why."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"He may have just wanted to intimidate. He's the best choice for you to join. Besides… maybe you did something that pissed him off."

Y/n thought for a while. It didn't make sense.  But could he really have done such a thing just for her to get scared?

***

When Y/n learned that Tsukasa had not come to school again, she left the school to look for him and found that he was sitting alone by a river near his home.She sat a few steps behind him on the stairs, and as soon as she sat down, Tsukasa noticed someone came and turned around.

Y/n looked at him for a while with a serious expression and smiled.

"I heard you're leaving Oya."

Tsukasa slowly nodded and swallowed.He knew he wouldn't be happy at the end of this conversation.

"It's not the place for me. It's better for everyone that way."

Y/n laughed and nodded

"You're going to give up like this? You're going to let them win?"

"Y/n... I'm not who you thin-"

Tsukasa spoke, trying to remain calm. He didn't want to fight with y/n

"How many years have we known each other Tsukasa ? 4 ? 5 ? Quite a long time... I can't understand that you admitting defeat without even fighting... You're strong, i mean quite strong. But even I can beat you now as the person you are."

Tsukasa chose to remain silent.  Y/n wanted to fight him, yell at each other, but when she didn't get the reaction she wanted, she got angry and stood up.

"They beat up your friends.Those boys were trusting on you.... what a shame... It's so sad to see the boy I love turn into a coward... I thought you were just a coward when it comes to me..."

The young girl slowly walked away and returned to the school. Tsukasa was left alone with his thoughts and conscience.

***

Y/n was back at school after a while.  She was sitting on the stairs in the backyard and thinking. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned her head and saw Nakagoshi coming. She stood up slowly and looked at him.

"What happened to your face? I told you I could protect you."

Remembering what Tsuji had said, y/n laughed and shook her head.Nakagoshi stared at her in shock as she suddenly punched the young boy in the face.

"You had stabbed Kiyoshi and your men attacked me. And now you're saying that without shame?"

With Y/n's shouting, Nakagoshi stared at her with wide eyes.

"I didn't do anything like that. I have nothing to do with this. What the hell are you talking about? I would never hurt you."

Y/n was a little surprised at the seriousness in his voice but didn't want to believe it.

"They broke one of your men's fingers. And you wanted revenge. You probably wanted to scare me too-"

"Bullshit. I never fight dirty. Besides, I'd never hurt you y/n."

Y/n frowned and smiled

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because I like you!"

Nakagoshi lowered his voice as the young girl looked up in shock.

"I've liked you for a long time. Why would I hurt someone I love? Do you realize how worried I was when I saw your scar?"

"I..."

"Seriously, I really like you. That's why I want you by my side. I don't want you to get hurt y/n..."

Y/n was silent for a while.She didn't think he was lying.It was the first time she had seen him like this.

"I... I'm sorry. But I can't..."

Nakagoshi nodded and smiled

"You love him, don't you? You came for him."

Y/n smiled bitterly and didn't say anything. She walked up the stairs to the school again. There was no need to lie...

***

Tsukasa came back to school that day and spoke to Murayama. Then he ran to the roof with what Nakagoshi said and saw Yasushi had beaten his friends so bad.he was going to fight that day, but Jamuo stopped him...

He wanted to think about what to do for a while.  Murayama's words were swirling around in his head.So he got on the bus and went to Fujio.

They fought for a while, literally rolling in the mud. The fight didnt have a  winner but Tsukasa was able to gather his mind a little.

After a while, they were walking on the road towards home. Fujio was quite surprised when Tsukasa talked a little about what had happened.

"Oya huh? I never expected her to go to a school like Oya. Is she safe?"

Tsukasa hesitated a little and nodded his head.

"I hear she's been getting into fights, but she doesn't seem to be in trouble."

Fujio shook his head and thought for a while. He smiled at Tsukasa.

"How are you? I mean you didnt talk for a long time. But  I know she came to Oya for you."

Tsukasa smiled bitterly

"I'd say she made my mind up, but she's still mad at me-"

"And you? Don't you really have feelings for her?"

Fujio asked, knowing that his friend had been lying for years.

"I love her."

Even though Fujio knew the correct answer, he didn't expect Tsukasa to confess.Tsukasa smiled as Fujio looked at him in surprise.

"I was afraid of losing her. I was afraid that someone would hurt her or that things wouldn't go on as they were in the beginning. For years she neither confessed nor I could say anything. But she is not living a unrequited love.But I guess.... I guess it's too late now "

Fujio laughed and punched his friend hard on the shoulder.

"For you, she still goes Oya for you... I don't think anything is too late. Talk to her properly, you've both been broken enough."

***

When Tsukasa came to school the next day, he looked quite confident.He searched for y/n at school for a while, and when he couldn't find it, he looked for places she might be. He even asked Tsuji and Shiba. When he realized she wasn't at school, he thought of the steps by the river where she had been sitting a few days ago, and he quickly walked out of school.

When he got to the river side, he saw someone watching the flowing water where he was sitting a few days ago. He slowly descended the steps and stood next to the young girl. Y/n spoke without taking her eyes off the water.

"Have a sit"

Tsukasa sat next to her and silently waited for her to say something.Y/n handed him half of the chocolate in her hand.

"Here you go, you used to love these one"

Tsukasa smiled and took the chocolate.She still cared enough for him to even remember his favorite chocolate. He took a deep breath and looked at the girl who wasn't looking at him.

"Can we talk a bit?"  Y/n slowly turned to him and nodded

"You were right."

The young girl turned her gaze back to the water and Tsukasa continued to speak.

"I was scared. But not of them. I wasn't afraid to fight. Because I had already admitted in my head that I was already defeated. You were right about that. Thank you."

Y/n nodded slightly and turned to him.

"Then what were you afraid of? I mean... what are you trying to say you're afraid of?"

Tsukasa looked into the eyes of the young girl

"You."

"Huh?"

"You said i knew everything but said nothing to you. I admit it, I'm a coward. I admit that I was wrong. But I was afraid that things would get worse later. I was afraid that nothing would ever be the same again. I was afraid of upsetting each other, afraid of hurting you... "

Y/n averted her gaze, started watching the water again

"I'm wrong, I admit it. I'm sorry y/n, you didn't deserve this... But you're wrong about one thing. Your feelings aren't unrequited... I... I like you too."

Y/n turned to him with wide eyes. She was shocked, sad, angry...Tsukasa couldn't decide which one.

"Will you give me a chance? To fix everything?"

Y/n closed her eyes and couldn't say anything.  As a tear fell from her eye, Tsukasa extended his hand and gently wiped the tear from the young girl's face.

He caressed her cheek lightly and he withdrew his hand, thinking he had done something wrong.

"I'm sorry… I went too far..."

Y/n opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She wiped her eyes and smiled.

"If you want me to forgive you, I have one condition."

Y/n smiled as Tsukasa looked at her in surprise.

"We're going to show all those bastards who we are, okay?"

Tsukasa chuckled and nodded, smiling. Y/n smiled and took the chocolate she had just handed him and popped it into her mouth.

Tsukasa laughed at this and then smiled.He missed being like this with her. So fucking much...

[nowoyas]

Koi no Yokan 9: don't startle the stray (Nishinoya Yuu/Reader)

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A/N: MAN this chapter got away from me. enjoy some fluff!

Summary: The weekend at Nekoma comes to an end. You settle in for the ride home.

Warnings: blanket series warnings

Words: ~4400

The vibes are off and you're too tired to do anything but marinate in them.

Another shuffle of bus seats—three girls, two seats at most, but because it's at least daylight and you're alright with it, the others, including Takeda-sensei, have reluctantly allowed a single instance of co-ed seating on the bus, trusting that you'll hit Noya if he tries anything. (You'd gotten onto the bus after him, but you're pretty sure he threatened to fist-fight anyone who sat with him and took your spot. Taking the aisle seat didn't save you: he simply climbed over you to take the window seat.)

Surprisingly, he's not taken the opportunity to talk your ear off. He's kind of got the same vibes everyone else has had ever since this morning, the ones you can't place.

Tense, maybe? Moldy?

You try your best to sigh only internally, not fully willing to be forced to hash it out in an enclosed space regardless of who's decided to pounce on your mood. Instead, you stare at the same damn page of your book that you never got through on the way down here and don't process a single word.

Hinata… got too excited, you guess. Crashed right into Azumane because he wasn't paying enough attention to who the set was for. No one hurt, but then he started in about changing things (not a bad idea, in your totally-expert opinion as someone who has recently gained an entire half of an idea about how volleyball works but who also just spent the past day or so watching them lose), got totally shut down by Kageyama, and outright stated that what they're doing as a team isn't actually working. And ever since, this is what it's been: something pulled taut between the team, everyone on edge.

Something's gonna burst soon.

It's probably a good thing, you think? One of those throw-up-and-then-you'll-feel-better deals. They'll have, like, one big event that fixes everything, and it'll all go back to normal, and it'll be fine and the thing that gets you out of the house will stay fun.

Yeah. It'll be fine.

~

Mei had always been the weirdest Nishinoya sibling. Kaede was responsible (don't make trouble for Mom this month; she gets really sad around the time her ex-husband left); Satsuki was the troublemaker (I wouldn't have punched him if he weren't such a bitch). Yuu was the only boy, the baby, and only a bit less bad than Satsuki. But Mei?

Mei was quiet. She was a Nishinoya and she was quiet. Despite looking alike, the contrast between her and every single other Nishinoya sibling resulted in strangers assuming they were friends at best and that Mei was being harassed by strangers at worst. Jii-chan got to her too late, probably: all the shyness and all-consuming anxiety that Yuu learned to throw out, to set aside, to hold in for times when no one could see, remained her defining trait.

She didn't have any particular strong hobbies that she was willing to talk about. She cried seemingly at random. She spent long stretches of time doing what looked like nothing at all. She was smart and good at school, but where Yuu got to the test and found it almost impossible to focus long enough to finish in time, she'd sit down for an exam and be escorted out half an hour later, hyperventilating after talking herself into a panic attack. Where he'd learned to simply not give a fuck about academics because he was never gonna be good at them anyway, she was already good and stressed herself to tears.

It'd been Yuu who checked the college entrance exam results for her, Satsuki who screamed about her acceptance loud enough to wake the neighbors, and Kaede who baked a cake to celebrate. But before that, they had to bring home Soba.

Satsuki would kill him for saying it, but Mei was also his favorite sister. He had her to thank for teaching him to spot the onset of an anxiety or panic attack, and her to thank for being able to tell the difference between the two. It was Mei he learned simple, effective strategies for calming oneself for, and Mei who jumped to his defense when he brought home yet another shitty test score. It was hard to control his energy around Satsuki, just a year older than him and the most likely sibling to start or join a fight, and Kaede was kind and responsible but just didn't get it. Mei was the one he could sit silently with, decompress, just exist without feeling the need to be bigger than himself. He found that hard to do with anyone else, at any other time.

(It helped that Mei was the only sister who did not tease him for his height, being shorter than every single other Nishinoya sibling and the only boy.)

The day he found Mei crouching near an empty building in the pouring rain, he listened to her whispered instructions, and they stuck.

Don't push too hard. Crouch down, make yourself small so she doesn't think you're a threat. Let her smell you, but don't reach too fast or move too quickly. Don't shout or you'll scare her. If she hisses or shies away, back off. Be patient, and don't give up.

Admittedly, he's been trying to use the same methods that brought Soba home that first night to get close to you, and admittedly, he hasn't done a very good job with most of them, but you don't seem to have noticed when he breaks a cardinal rule by tackling you or shouting because he's excited to see you, and anyways you're not a stray cat and the two of you are more in the "befriending a nervous cat" stage, but the general strategy stands.

Mei's instructions after the two of them had gotten Soba home had been similar to the ones that got Soba out from under the porch she'd been hiding under, and following those instructions religiously were why Soba loved him and Mei and hated everyone else alive, save for you.

If she needs to hide, let her hide as long as it won't hurt her. It's not like we're trying to give her life-saving medicine, and we'll leave out the things she needs so she can access them on her own time.

Picture you, texting him multiple times in the middle of the night, asking for nothing but a picture of Soba with the sort of texting tone that indicated something was wrong. Picture you, refusing to explain what was wrong. Picture him, letting it go even when he can't shake the sense that you didn't just randomly decide you wanted to see his cat at four in the morning.

Try not to upset her routine. She's a nervous kitty, so doing things around the same time each day will help her get used to us.

This is how he justifies yelling your name and complimenting you every single morning. You're not quite as skittish as Yachi is, but he sees the way you walk yourself into conclusions in your head and he saw the way you spiraled directly into an anxiety attack that time you helped him Ryu and him study. And anyway, you smile when he tells you you look nice that day, so he's not stopping that anytime soon.

Let her come to you. Don't chase her down.

He's not sure near-daily marriage proposals qualifies for not chasing, so to speak, but he's really, really trying not to push any harder than you seem to be okay with.

This last one—other rules for acclimating the nervous new cat that he's decided also apply to courting the prettiest girl he's ever seen—is why, after the fortieth time since he slid into the bus seat beside you, he still doesn't ask why, exactly, you've been on the same page of your book for the past—he checks his phone—forty-three minutes, give or take.

There's no point to giving space to worry ninety percent of the time. If he can't change the outcome, there's no sense in worrying. It's not that he doesn't feel the worry—he just… sets it aside. It's easy to forget it's there if you switch focus to something else, and he's the champion of not focusing on anything at a given time. Shouyo gets too caught up in the game, he creates a new worry by smashing into Asahi's side, but no one was hurt, so forget about it—there's a set to play, a ball to bump, a point to keep in play until it lands on the other side of the net.

But here he is: four and a half hours on a bus, and his most frequent worry these days has been silent a different way from the usual. Yuu would like to think he knows the difference between your pleasant-quiet and your something's-wrong-quiet, and he would also like to think that this difference is fairly obvious considering how much of the past forty-three minutes of silence was you openly glaring at your book without reading it.

Part of let her come to you and don't chase means following cues and paying attention to how you react. You don't like when people worry over you. In fact, you do everything you can to make sure they don't have a reason to. It has the opposite effect, as far as he's concerned, but you take it to a new extreme. He even swears you try to hold in yawns until no one's watching you so no one thinks you're tired, even when the bags under your eyes are clearly running deep. And you're good at putting on a mask—he's seen you switch, the exact moments you decide to smile and talk sweet or otherwise mask some emotion you've decided doesn't have a place in the situation.

That being said, this latest glance worry-ways has him catching you before you sway into the aisle, a firm hand quickly grabbing your shoulder and guiding you back to safety.

Your eyes drift open as he tries not to laugh. "Mmgh?"

"You almost fell," he whispers. "Go back to sleep, we've got a while to go."

"Mmkay."

He shuts his eyes tight, presses a hand firm over his mouth to stop himself. Much like the first time Soba fell asleep on him, there's a life-changing pride that swells in his chest, spiking to what he's pretty sure counts as a cardiac event when you sway again, this time leaning over to rest your head against his shoulder.

"Uh—[name]-san—"

You turn your face into his shoulder wordlessly. You've already fallen back asleep.

Face burning, he shuffles to get comfortable, marks your page in your book, and sets it closed on your lap. Then, as an afterthought, he pulls up his phone's camera and starts a video recording.

"Before you fall back asleep, [name]-san," he whispers.

You wrinkle your nose, let out a tiny whine of acknowledgment.

"Marry me?"

You let out a breathy mumble that he's pretty sure is an attempt at the words stay still.

He won't argue with that.

~

You wake up with a sore neck.

You'd imagine it has something to do with the weight currently resting on your head, but you can't be sure and you're too tired to bother opening your eyes or moving. Instead, you listen to the ambient noise of the bus, which right now appears to be consumed with whispers more than anything.

"E-eh?" Yachi is saying to someone. "I-I can't just—that would be so rude—"

"Come on. You can always delete it if she asks when she's up."

"I-I'm sorry, Tanaka-san—"

"No worries. Here, let me just—"

You have a weird feeling about this. You shift, turn your face into whatever it is you've decided to use as a pillow for this bus ride.

This is about when you remember who you were sitting beside for the ride back.

"Got it! I'm just gonna—"

"Tanaka-senpai, if I open my eyes and I see you recording us in any form, I'm breaking your phone," you grumble, not bothering to unwind your arms from what you're pretty sure is Noya's midsection. You're also pretty sure that soreness in your neck has something to do with his head resting on yours, and you're absolutely certain that that's his arm around your waist. Put simply, any untangling right now is gonna wake him up if you're not careful.

All fine. You vaguely remember him catching you from falling into the aisle earlier. Given that he would appear to be asleep right now, you can't really blame him from shifting into a more comfortable position in his sleep, especially seeing as you can't see him moving your arms to wrap around his body in your sleep. That, and you know how often you wake up cuddling your pillow. For once, you're not going to kill him for something.

That being said, you're also pretty sure Tanaka can tell that you're not fucking around.

"Do me a favor and don't open your eyes yet, then," he replies simply. After a moment's shuffle: "Alright, now you don't have to break my phone."

Your phone—or maybe Noya's?—buzzes between you.

You'll bet actual money that he just sent whatever photo he took to one—or both—of you.

You open your eyes with a sigh, raising an eyebrow when you catch Yachi's sparkly look from over the seat back.

"Um." She takes a moment to collect herself. "Sensei says we'll be stopping at a rest stop soon, so everyone should be ready to get up and stretch their legs."

"'Kay."

Tanaka leers from across the aisle. "You can have the honors of waking your cuddle buddy up, [name]-san. Since you two are so close all of a sudden."

"I'm going to hit you."

"Lucky me, you'll need to wake him up to do that, and I'm pretty sure Noya-san will hold you back if you try."

You grumble. "Just watch me."

Finally, finally, you move to untangle yourself from Noya. Pat a hand on his chest in hopes of getting him to wake up. "Senpai. C'mon."

He shuffles a little. You shake him harder.

"Senpai."

He sighs sleepily, brings up his other arm to pull you against his chest in a crushing hold.

Tanaka stifles a laugh behind you. "By the way, he's got a bit of a death grip when he's still asleep. Good luck!"

"Don't you good luck me, help!" you hiss, wriggling in his hold.

"Promise not to hurt me for anything that's happened on this bus today?"

"Tanaka-senpai! After all I did for you—"

A hand reaches over the back of your seat, baps Noya on the head hard enough that it moves your head.

"Oi," Ennoshita says. "Get up. You're crushing [surname]-san."

A sleepy mumble. You feel the weight on top of your head shift, and you peek up at Noya, red-faced as you watch him process where he is.

Your one consolation is that he appears to become equally red-faced the moment he looks down at you. "Good morning, Senpai. P-please let me go so I can kill your best friend."

Impossibly, his hold on you tightens, sleep clearing from his eyes with frankly impressive speed. "What'd he do?"

"Irrelevant. I said please?"

He hums softly. "I'm not sure… we do need him for matches…"

Fuck. You need to get out of this before you combust. Not even just because this weird twist in your torso is starting to make more than just your neck hurt—every word from his mouth is rumbling through his chest, still sleep-tinged, and straight into you. "C'mon, Ennoshita-senpai can take his place, it won't kill you guys."

He studies you carefully, having apparently immediately grown used to the position where you've become a teddy bear. "Give me a strong yes and I'll think about it."

Alright, bet. Time to break out the big guns.

Looking at him with your best, sweetest puppy-dog eyes, you shift your voice into something just a touch cutesier than your usual. You'd normally never be caught dead with that tone, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right? "Senpai."

He blinks, expression going carefully blank.

"Please?"

He lets you go like he's been burned, and you immediately respond by launching yourself at Tanaka. Regrettably, Sawamura had sat across the aisle from the both of you as a pseudo-chaperone. He doesn't even look up when he sticks an arm out between you to block your path.

"The cleaning fees if you murder someone on the bus are ridiculous. All that hard work you and Yachi-san put in for donations would barely make a dent in it."

You frown, deflating a little. "I barely put in any work. Don't credit me for that."

He glances up at you curiously, but doesn't lower his arm until the bus pulls into the rest stop. "Tanaka, don't antagonize [surname]-san."

"Why am I getting yelled at? She's the one threatening me!"

Sawamura doesn't respond. You stick your tongue out and quiet down—Takeda-sensei's gotten up to address the bus.

"Alright, everyone, we're going to take some time to stretch and eat before getting back on the road. Feel free to get out, get some food, and everything, just please remember to be back at the bus in forty-five minutes."

Ukai nods along. "Don't make us hunt you down."

A round of affirmations stirs up in reply as your heart sinks.

You didn't bring any money.

No problem; you'll get off, bathroom break just so you can say you got off the bus, and then just get back on the bus and wait to leave. Maybe actually make progress on that fucking book you haven't been reading even though you've had at least six non-consecutive hours to read. It's getting ridiculous at this point.

You hop off the last step of the bus, scan the area until you find the large red and blue signs indicating the bathrooms. Before you can take more than two steps towards them, someone taps your shoulder.

There's Noya, grinning like always. "Where are you off to?"

"Bathroom. I'm pretty sure you can't legally follow, Senpai."

"Wanna grab lunch?"

"I'm not that hungry, but thanks."

He doesn't miss a beat. "I'll treat you."

"We've been over this, you don't have to—"

"Consider it payment for the exams I wouldn't have passed without you."

"You already got me chips and stuff."

"And now I'm getting you lunch. Come on." He guides you very deliberately towards the food court. "If you actually need to use the bathroom I'll let you escape, but if you hide there until we leave I'm picking food for you and buying it anyway."

"You're insane."

"You're stuck with me," he retorts, and, well, you don't have anything to say to that.

~

You get the Shunsai Curry and Noya gets a slice of pizza. He'd raised an eyebrow at you picking the cheapest thing on the menu, but let it slide when you pointed out it was a meal and you could have just refused to eat anything but gelato.¹⁸

He'd then insisted that afterwards, you get gelato. You'd insisted that he not buy you gelato. You've compromised, and now you're sitting across from him with a cup of gelato.

12:42. Be back at the bus in thirteen minutes. Give five minutes to walk, or three if you're willing to run, which Noya might be but you're not. Finish the gelato by 12:50. Easy enough, if you could make yourself take a bite.

"You alright?"

900 yen for the curry. 350 yen for the gelato. He's spent 1,250 yen on you in the past thirty-two minutes.¹⁹

Another glance at your phone. 12:43. You're going to be late getting back if you don't eat the stupid gelato, and you can't waste it. Not when he spent 350 yen on it.

This is so fucking stupid.

"[name]-san?"

A hand waves in your field of vision. You blink, snapping back into reality. Noya finished his gelato sometime between the walk from the stand to the table, while you haven't even tasted yours.

"Sorry," you mumble. You don't elaborate.

"I asked if you were alright. You're glaring at the gelato even harder than you were glaring at your book earlier."

"Oh. Sorry."

"One more apology, and I'm buying you a souvenir—"

"Stop," you snap, the anger startling even you. "Stop wasting money on me, Noya-senpai. You don't have to—I'm not a charity case, you know?"

He flinches a little, settles back in his chair. "Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"Aren't you? I'm not—I'm not destitute or anything, I just—I mean—Otoo-san has money, I could have just asked for money to spend on the way back, it's not—"

"I didn't think you were," he says slowly. "Poor, or anything like that. I mean, I've seen your house."

"Exactly!" you bite out as the first tears slip down your cheeks. "You've seen my house. You're probably just—I mean, everyone in the neighborhood probably knows that—"

He slips back into that gentle tone from before, the cat-coaxing tone like you're some scared animal. "Hey. Why are you crying? I'm sorry."

You drop your head, stab the gelato almost too hard with your spoon. "Do you seriously not know?"

"You're really going to have to elaborate for me to have any idea what you're talking about."

"…let's do this. Why do you go out of your way to be nice to me and buy me stuff?"

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen and I like being around you," he says, beginning to count on his fingers. "I'd say we've become friends, seeing as you actually started calling me Noya-senpai when I asked you to and we talk a lot, and I like doing things for my friends. Especially when they're pretty girls."

"…do you have a lot of pretty girls as friends?"

"Just the one!" He doesn't miss a beat. "Not only that, but a good senpai takes care of his underclassmen. It's my job to buy you and Shouyo ice cream and nikuman! Hm, what else… oh! Because I wanna spoil you! I said this before, but you've got a really nice smile, and even though you always try to stop me from spending money on you, you usually smile and you always thank me, which feels really nice."

Unbelievable. Actually unbelievable. Everyone in the fucking neighborhood knew about it. You spent weeks getting cards and flowers and fruit plates from well-meaning strangers. You stopped going to the closest grocery store because the owner kept giving you a pitying look and mysteriously forgetting to charge you for a few things. The only butcher shop you're willing to attend is because the owner has never even once commented on it, even though you're certain she knows. And Noya has no idea. "Is that seriously it?"

"Oh! Also because I don't think anyone should have to skip lunch just because they don't happen to have any money on them. I've got the extra to feed you, and Okaa-san and Jii-chan are both huge on the whole 'if someone goes hungry, you're failing them' deal. So right now I'm also feeding you because it's the right thing to do."

You study him carefully. You're not sure Noya can lie—he's refreshingly, frustratingly open at all times. He doesn't ever hold back. Even for stupid things like transparently trying to get you to let him try your cooking, he just admits to it when you confront him.

"…how good are you at keeping secrets?"

"Satsuki, my sister, has gotten into something like twenty fights in her lifetime and our mom has never heard of a single one of them. Does that mean anything?"

Fuck it. You've already broken down in public. "Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?"

He blinks slowly. "Yes. Absolutely. Why?"

"I… I'll tell you about it, but we really don't have the time right now, and I don't want to talk about it in front of everyone else in the club, so…"

"Dinner, then." He grins. Pats your head.  "Eat your gelato quick and try to get the sniffles out so we can run back to the bus without anyone asking any questions. I'll let you run my phone battery down with full access to the Soba albums once we're back."

You obey quietly: wipe your tears, eat your gelato. Noya checks his phone while you freeze your brain, and at 12:52, the two of you run back to the bus and pile into your seats at exactly 12:55.

Once again, you underestimated him.

Footnotes

18. In draft one of this chapter, I mixed up Nekoma and Shinzen's locations, so I laid out this whole itinerary for getting back from the weekend training camp to Miyagi and researched rest stops along the route they were most likely to take and settled on one in Tochigi before remembering that Nekoma was NOT the school based in Saitama and Karasuno would take a totally different route home. I had to re-write this section to accurately go off of what was available at the rest stop they would actually stop at, which makes me deeply sad for two reasons. One: the rest stop in Tochigi had lemon milk, which is now the second food item I have an aching urge to try someday as a result of research for this fic. Two: the sentence that originally started this scene was, "You get a karaage bowl and Noya gets the hamburger steak", which I personally prefer the general rhythm of. Unfortunately, neither of these items were on the menu at the rest stop they're actually at.

19. At time of editing, this comes out to about $8.55 USD. Just so we're clear about how much Noya's ruining his financial future with all this big spending. Prices taken from the menus on the linked site in footnote 18.

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