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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3: 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏

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Pairing: Choso x f! Reader

Summary: Things take a turn.

Chapter Warnings: Angst...

WC: 6.6k

Choso Art By:NC9__

**While not all chapters contain adult content, the themes of this story are targeted towards adults, so minors DNI please.

No one warned you just how difficult university would be.

Your first semester of college has been kicking your ass in all honesty. Between your art projects, extracurriculars and trying to maintain some semblance of a social life, you’re completely burnt out. It was quite the adjustment from high school where teachers stayed on you about your school work and assignments. You'd learned very quickly that now, one was responsible for you but you.

At 19, it was a true test of your maturity. And you were failing that test quite miserably.

“I have one last project due and then I’ll finally be able to breathe. This professor has been up my ass all semester. I can’t wait for winter break and to be done with his class.” You set your bags down on your desk before you adjust your cell phone between your cheek and shoulder. “Sorry to rant. How are you all doing?”

A deep voice rumbles on the other end of the line with a laugh that makes your cheeks warm every time you hear it.

“Hey, it’s no problem. I’m just happy to hear from you. At least you’re letting me know what to realistically expect when I start school next year.” You hear shifting on the other side and you know he’s getting comfortable, probably in bed. “Yuji’s good. He’s also getting ready for winter break so he’ll be home most of the time. Eso’s been struggling with algebra, but Kechizu is surprisingly good at it. He’s been helping him study and–”

You listen closely, hanging on every word falling from your friend’s lips as he catches you up on his brother’s lives. It’s been a few months since you’ve spoken to Choso over the phone. While you’d keep in touch after the summer months until you were back on the beach, you’ve both been busy with your new normal. You haven’t seen Choso either, your first year of college being surprisingly more difficult than you’d expected so you opted for summer classes in hopes to maintain your GPA instead of taking your annual trip with your parents.

It was the first time since you were 9 that you hadn’t gone back to the beach. Your parents reluctantly returned without you your first summer in university, only after you had pushed them to enjoy a romantic vacation together for once. You remember the pictures you’d received from your mother the night they got into town. She was quick to spam you with pictures of your little pink haired friend who had grown even taller since the last time you’d seen him. She’d also sent a photo of all four of the brothers sitting at your dinner table, just as they always did on your first night in town since you were all kids.

It was reminiscent of all the summers you’d spent together growing up, except there was a noticeable gap where you’d usually be sitting, right between Choso and Yuji. As your eyes roamed over every detail, every way the boys had grown and changed, you couldn’t help the pang of disappointment you felt from missing out on this. You wanted to see them, hug them, be with them and enjoy your summer together. But you couldn’t. And it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

It hurt that you wouldn’t spend days and nights at the beach. You wouldn’t be taking Yuji all over the town with you and spoiling him rotten like you always have. You wouldn’t be climbing out of your bedroom window to sneak out to parties. You wouldn’t be working the summer at Panda’s, closing shop and sitting at the shoreline to watch the sunsets with Choso.

Choso…

Your eyes were locked on the tall figure in the photo and you found yourself pinching your thumb and index finger together, pressing them to your phone screen before expanding and zooming in on the picture. He was wearing his signature tiny smile that he reserved only for you and your family. Those same pigtails that have sat atop his head since he was 10 years old were still there, but that baby face was long gone. He was all chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones now, even more handsome than when you saw him last summer, if possible, and your heart fluttered at the thought. 

You stared at those dark eyes that had peered into yours that cool summer night last year as he leaned closer, those soft lips that pressed against your mouth as you exchanged your first kisses with each other. Those lips…they consumed your thoughts. Those lips that uttered those three words that still kept you up at night as they echoed through your mind:

“Just one more.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, to the tips of your ears and you could hear the blood rushing through your body as the memories played clearly through your mind.

The slight tilt of Choso’s head as he deepened the kiss just barely. The way you gasped when his tongue gently ran along the seam of your lip. How he sighed, low and deep when he heard the little sounds you were making and all because of him.

Neither you nor Choso have spoken about your first kiss since it happened. He’d walked you home from the beach that night, hugged you tight one last time and then you spent the remainder of the night clutching at your chest, desperately willing your heart to calm down.

“You still there?” Choso’s voice pulls you from your trip down memory lane and you clear your throat to buy yourself time to gather your thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just…I’m sad. I’m glad everyone’s doing well, but I almost feel like I missed a part of that because I didn’t go back to the beach for the summer.” You fall back onto your bed with a groan. “I miss you.”

The words fall from your lips easily, though your eyes widen when you realize what you’ve said. While you had never been one to sugarcoat your words with Choso, you couldn’t help but feel as though those simple words held more weight since the kiss.

Choso doesn’t seem to be having the same thoughts, because he quickly replies with an, “I miss you, too.”

And just like that, the conversation picks right back up.

It’s easy with Choso. It’s always easy. You sometimes forget just how easy it is.

- - - - - - - -

That breather you thought you’d be getting for winter break? Yeah, that didn’t happen.

Could it be because your first year of college hadn’t gone according to plan which resulted in you ending the year with a lower than desired grade point average? Who could say? That wasn’t important anyway. The important thing was that you’d opted to take Winter classes as well. Because your life wasn’t already hell Monday through Friday during the spring and fall semesters. Not to mention the summer classes you’d taken earlier in the year that had kept you from being able to tag along on your annual beach trip.

College was turning out to be more of a drag than anything. Luckily, you had made plenty of friends here that made the fact you were missing out on these things a lot more bearable.

It was during the Winter semester that you’d met Iori Utahime, a beautiful young woman with a curious scar across her face that somehow only added to her stunning looks. The two of you had quickly hit it off, both wanting to take your studies seriously and needing someone to hold the other accountable for reaching their goal. Utahime wanted to pursue a career in music and while your majors differed, you were still artists just the same. 

Your similarities didn’t end there either. You shared core classes and unfortunately also shared struggling GPAs, which only brought you closer to each other. So when you found yourselves paired up for a project for one of your Winter courses, you soon found yourselves together more often than not.

And she’d introduced you to more friends as time went on.

There was Satoru. Satoru was goofy. That was the best way to describe him. He never took anything seriously, because everything was easy for him. Seriously. He was a genius who never needed to study because he just knew he’d ace his exams. Because of this, he was all about enjoying the college experience.

You could catch Satoru at every party, the center of attention everywhere he went. He was Mr. Popular. There was no one on campus who did not know who Satoru Gojo was. Almost every student on campus either wanted him or wanted to be him. And although you didn't share the same desires as them, you could see the appeal. 

Satoru was tall. Way too tall. And had the strangest hair color you’d ever seen– stark white and so messy. He claimed it was natural, though you had your doubts. In a way, his hair reminded you oddly of Choso, if only because you could only think about how it was the total opposite of your friends. And his eyes…they also reminded you of Choso. Because they were as blue as the ocean you’d sat in front of many times with him. As blue as the waters that had brought you to Choso in the first place. 

But that was where the similarities ended. Satoru was carefree, going with the flow whenever he could. He never planned for anything, he just let things happen. And he bugged Utahime in a way you couldn’t understand. It’s not really like he had to do much in the first place to get under her skin. All he needed to do was breathe within the same vicinity as Utahime and she was going ballistic. And Satoru seemed to love that.

There was Suguru, Satoru’s best friend. Or more? You could never quite tell with those two. He also reminded you of Choso in a way. Not physically, but general demeanor. Suguru was quieter, more observant than Satoru. He was thoughtful and kind, not abrasive at all; soft spoken in a way that made you feel as though he truly cared for you. And you liked that about him.

When out, you’d often find yourself next to Suguru. His presence was warm and comforting, almost familiar. You felt safe and protected with him and you knew that if Suguru was with you, you could just count on him to look out for you. You’d grown close fairly quickly and had established a friendship outside of your immediate friend group. You spent a lot of time together, but there was never any connection between you two aside from friendship.

And then there was the last of your group – Shoko. Clearly there was something going on between her and Utahime. But if you asked either of them, they'd quickly deny it. None of you were dumb, even with your low GPAs. The stolen glances, the touches they thought you all didn’t notice, the way one always ended up leaving exactly three minutes before the other decided to call it a night.

You found it very amusing, the way they thought none of you knew what was going on.

Their situation made you think more about Choso and how he –

Wait.

Why were you thinking about Choso so much? Why did everything suddenly remind you of him? You couldn’t think about any of your new friends without comparing them to Choso. Even after all this time.

After your last summer vacation, Choso had spent a good amount of time on your mind. But it’s been almost two years now. A second summer vacation was coming up and you were once again abandoning plans to go to the beach with your family and opting to take more summer courses to boost your GPA.

And it wasn’t as though you’d spoken to Choso much, either. Between your studies and his own life happenings, there wasn’t much time to chat. You carve out time when you can and appreciate the usual nightcap you both share every so often. But you're busy with your studies and Choso…well…

When your second year of college began, that was also when Choso had broken the sad news to you that college would be put on hold for him indefinitely.

“It’s my dad,” he’d told you. “Fucker just up and left and we haven’t heard from him since. Not that I should be surprised. I guess I'm only shocked it took him so long.”

You could hear the words come through gritted teeth, how he’d tried to hide the venom that dripped from each syllable. He was beyond pissed. You knew Choso better than you knew any other friend. There was no better way to get on his bad side than to mess with his beloved siblings. 

But you knew more than anything that Choso was disappointed, crestfallen even.

For Choso, getting out of that small beach town and getting an education was his path to a better life for himself and for his brothers. His father taking that from him felt like the ultimate betrayal. What could you even say to lift his spirits at that point?

“I'm so sorry, Cho. Fuck, I'm sorry.” 

It didn't feel like enough.

You checked in with him when you could. And he checked in with you when he could, but he was busy working. He’d accepted a full time position as a manager at Panda’s and had even told you a spot would be there for when you returned the next summer.

But it looked like someone else would have to fill the position this year.

You missed your vacations back to your second home. You missed the warmth of the sand beneath your feet and the smell of the salty ocean air as you all spent your days at the beach. You missed scooping ice cream at Panda’s and doodling the horizon in your sketchbook from your spot behind the counter when work was slow. You missed sneaking out to bonfires and having Choso toss you his sweater the moment you landed in his arms in nothing but the shorts and bikini tops he so hated.

You missed Choso.

That last night at the beach revealed to you for the first time that you may have feelings for your best friend that are more than just friendship. Freshly 18 year old you with almost no prior dating history hardly knew what those feelings meant. But almost 20 year old you, well it's been loud and clear for some time that this has slowly become more than some childish crush. 

You like Choso. 

The whispered call of your name pulls you from your spiraling thoughts and you look up to find Satoru’s bright eyes staring questioningly at you from across the table. You’d all met up in the library to study for your exam coming up at the end of the week. Of course he was checking in because you’d zoned out in the middle of your cram session to daydream about your long distance crush.

Except, that wasn’t why Satoru was checking in at all.

It’s only when Satoru waves his hand next to him that you see another tall figure standing beside the table. Your eyes roam up his form until they land on his face. And it surprises you when you feel your heart kickstart and begin racing.

Because you thought only Choso could get that reaction from you. 

“This is Kaito,” Satoru introduces him and Kaito smiles, eyes locked on yours and you think you can hear your heart pounding in your chest.

Kaito is tall, slender, but not in the way Satoru is. If anything, you’d say he has the same body type as Suguru. He’s lean. You can tell from the way his clothes accentuate his form that he’s fit.  And he’s got the most beautiful smile, teeth so brilliantly white that you’re nervous to see how brightly they shine in the sun. Gorgeous emerald green eyes sit beneath long black lashes and wow, he is really fucking good looking.

He politely introduces himself, running his hand through a messy black wolfcut as he takes the seat right beside you after Suguru heads to his next class. 

You all resume studying shortly after Satoru’s friend’s arrival. Kaito seems to fit right in, quickly becoming friendly with the rest of the group and you. But you soon notice that Kaito has taken quite a liking to you.

Again, 20 year old you is not as clueless as you used to be and the attention he focuses on you is giving you an insane amount of butterflies.

You catch his little glimpses at you from the corner of your eye, the way he’s quick to lean over and help you resolve an equation you were stuck on, the way he never breaks eye contact with you when you’re speaking with him. Like every word that leaves your mouth is the most important thing he’s ever heard.

“So yeah, that’s why hot cheetos are like the best chip there are.” You finish your rant, beaming because you finally got to tell someone your true feelings about this.

“Absolutely…fascinating…” Utahime comments sarcastically. She’d stopped listening to your rambling ages ago, nose buried in her textbook.

Shoko and Satoru had left to get refreshments so unfortunately for them, they'd missed the entire thing.

But Kaito, you’ve got his full attention. “No, really. It’s truly fascinating. I’d love to hear more.”

His grin has your tummy squeezing, that sweet tickle returning and you find yourself smiling right back despite your little epiphany about your feelings regarding your childhood friend just moments before Kaito showed up.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

A loud slurping can be heard from across the table, effectively popping the little bubble that you and Kaito had suddenly found yourselves in. On the other side of the table sits Satoru, back from his trip to the cafe, guzzling a sweet juice while he watches you and Kaito talk over the rim of his glasses. Next to him, Utahime’s face is twisted into a look of pure hatred and disgust. Satoru ignores it.

“Y’all should go out,” Satoru suggests casually, like he’s talking about something as unimportant as the weather. “Talk about animal crackers or whatever the hell.”

Shoko snorts as she discreetly slides a snack over to Utahime while no one is looking. Except everyone sees it anyway because these two are so fucking obvious.

“Yeah, go out,” Shoko also chimes in. “Think you two would make a great couple.”

Your face ignites with heat, the sudden idea making you want to kick Satoru and Shoko under the table.

But Kaito smirks, eyes holding your gaze like they have been this entire time and he says, “I’d like that. Can I?”

You glance at Utahime who stares at you in surprise. 

“Um…can you what?” You question, trying to buy yourself time to think.

“Can I take you out? Like, on a date.” His response is quick. It’s so easy for him. He just spits it out and says what he wants. And you’re sitting here still freaking out just over Satoru’s suggestion.

“I…”

“If I bring hot cheetos with me, would that make it more tempting?” He’s so charming, and cute, and sweet and–

Ugh, what reason do you have to say no to him?

The sudden vision of pigtails flashes through your mind. And suddenly, the excitement you were feeling seems to fall away. And Kaito seems to sense it, because his grin falters a little, becoming just a small smile on his lips and he simply nods and gives you a “sure” when you ask him, “Can I get back to you?”

- - - - - - - -

“I met someone today,” you speak quietly into the phone, lying in bed after leaving your study date with your friends. You’re nervous. Probably because you’re testing the waters here. Probably because your walk back to your dorm after Kaito had asked you out was eye opening. 

Can you really open yourself to date someone else seriously when your thoughts are plagued by another man? Can you open yourself to the possibility of being with someone else when the person you want to be with is hundreds of miles away, in some little beach town?

Because that's what you've come to realize. You want to be with Choso. 

You just need to know if he feels the same way you do. You have an idea of how Choso feels about you based on the last time you’d seen each other. But that doesn’t make you feel any less like digging a hole in the ground and burying yourself in embarrassment thinking about bringing any of this up. 

“Oh yeah? Another new friend?” Choso asks distantly. He’s currently at Panda’s closing shop, so he’s got you on speaker while he completes his nightly tasks. You were happy (maybe too happy) when he'd answered your call tonight. 

“Sort of a friend, sure…He’s nice…”

You’re hoping he’ll take the hint quickly here.

But when Choso just gives you an absentminded “that’s cool”, you know you’ve only got half of his attention. And you want all of it.

“Yeah. His name is Kaito. Really nice guy.” And it’s true. You think Kaito is nice, but you think Choso is nicer. That's not to say you're not into Kaito either. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested in him. But you’d also be lying if you said you weren’t interested in Choso as well. Maybe more than you are Kaito. Because for you, you’re pretty sure it will always be Choso. Even though you've never had anyone else, you know you don't need to. It's Choso for you.

That is why your thoughts have been consumed with him. This revelation has been so freeing.

You just need to know if he feels the same. 

“Glad you’re meeting new people.”

He’s still distracted, the sounds of him pushing the chairs around the store’s lobby echoing through the phone. You didn’t want to have to show your hand so quickly, but you’re tired from a long day of studying and tired from years of beating around the bush. It’s been over a decade of your feelings slowly building for Choso and now your heart is ready to burst. You have no choice but to push this conversation along a little faster.

“Yeah, his name is Kaito. He asked me out on a date actually.”

And finally, you get an actual reaction from Choso. Not a grunt, not a hum in reply or some offhand comment. Instead, you hear him shuffling around, then the sound of tapping on his phone, likely taking you off of the speaker. His voice comes through, crisp and clear now.

“Sorry,” he apologizes through quick breaths. “What was that?”

“I said Kaito asked me out on a date…this weekend.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” you reply cheerily, hopefully driving the knife a little deeper. Immature, sure, but at this point you’d do anything to get Choso a little closer to saying whether or not he has any feelings for you, if he wants you in the same way you want him. “Probably dinner at his place. Maybe a movie. Not sure yet.”

Choso hums quietly. “And you like this guy…that you just met…today…Kaito…” He says his name like he’s testing it on his tongue.

“He’s really nice.”

“As you’ve said.”

You’re about taken aback by the sudden bite in Choso’s tone, but you ignore his snarkiness. “I don't know how I feel about him yet.”

“Clearly you like him enough to be telling me about him.”

More bite behind his words. Still, you push forward. “I mean, is that bad?” You adjust the phone, moving it to your other ear as you get comfortable beneath your blankets. “You’re my friend, right?”

“Sure, but we don’t talk about stuff like this.”

And he had a point. Even during your summers entertaining Mahito, Choso never wanted to hear about any conversations you had with him. And it’s not like you had that many interactions with him anyway since Choso seemed to always be there whenever the silver haired boy was near you. And you had friends back home to talk about your school girl crushes that never resulted in anything with. 

Aside from your first encounter with Mahito, Choso had also never discussed whether or not you were ever interested in anyone romantically and you had never thought to ask him either. Granted, you only saw each other over the summers and during the year, school kept you both so busy, you couldn’t worry about dating. Your parents were never against it and you'd gone to a movie or two with people who had asked you out, but it was never serious. You didn't care enough to commit to anyone, too focused on trying to get into a good school.

In the summers, the last thing on your mind was asking Choso if he had feelings for anyone else. Most of the time he was with you, anyway. And when he wasn't, he was with his brothers. 

You'd never given thought to Choso…desiring anyone.

Suddenly, the thought of Choso with someone else makes your stomach churn, has your head spinning. Choso in someone else’s arms, hugging someone else, kissing someone else’s lips.

Oh, it has your blood boiling in a way you’ve never experienced before and you try not to sound too petulant when you finally mutter, “Yeah, but I want to talk to you about it now.”

“But why?” He sounds thoroughly confused. You try not to sigh into the receiver. 

“Choso…we’ve literally kissed before, but talking about crushes is where you draw the line?”

It’s the first time either of you have ever mentioned the kiss, now a memory that continues to plague your thoughts and your dreams. 

“Even weirder reason to talk to me about this,” you hear him mumble on the other end.

“How? We’re adults! We can talk about things like that. Besides…” you fiddle with your blanket, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. “It’s really not weird at all…unless the kiss meant something…more to you?”

You’re met with silence. A long stretch of silence that has you fidgeting anxiously. You almost want to laugh, say “I’m just kidding!” and hang up. But then Choso surprises you. He speaks so quietly, you almost don’t hear it over the thundering of your own heart.

“Did it mean something to you?”

Of course it did. What a stupid question. That silly little first kiss and those lips of Choso’s have been eating away at your brain for almost two years. Saying it meant something to you felt like the understatement of the century. You want to scream out loud that that kiss meant everything to you and you’re sorry it took you so long to stop being an idiot and realize that yes, the kiss was more than that. It opened the door for you to realize exactly how you felt about Choso. 

But even so, you still answer with a very quiet “yes”.

And because it’s Choso, who has never lied to you a day in his life, he responds without hesitation. “Me too.”

Finally! The confirmation you were waiting for! The kiss meant something to Choso, too. You weren’t crazy!

“I’ve been thinking about it since it happened. A lot,” Choso confesses.

“Me too. Probably way too much.”

Choso chuckles, which makes you laugh in turn. It’s the answer you wanted to hear from him, but now that that’s out there and your heart is calming down just a bit, it gives your brain enough time to catch up. And now, you’re a little confused.

“Wait. Why’d you tell me I should go out with Kaito?” You laugh again; half from nerves, half from feeling so silly that you used the guy as bait instead of just outright asking Choso how he felt.

The silence has suddenly returned and any semblance of humor seconds ago has now vanished. Now, you feel nervous again. Like your gut is telling you to end this call immediately. This is the calm before the storm and that knife you were twisting into Choso’s back to try and urge an honest response from him soon finds its way into yours when Choso says, “Because you should.”

The knife twists.

“You like him, don’t you? Go on a date with him.”

“Ha ha.” It’s all you can think to say, because it’s keeping the pain at bay for just a second longer. Only a second longer.

“I’m being serious.”

Another twist. And the sting begins to settle in.

“Choso…”

He says your name back to you. “Do you like him?”

“I like you.” It’s the first time you’ve openly admitted it to him. A few seconds pass by with no response, so you keep talking, if only to fill the silence. “Obviously you feel the same way or that kiss wouldn’t be on your mind two years later, right?”

Choso sighs softly. How can he be so calm and collected when you’re sitting here just now realizing that you’re shaking, nearly vibrating out of your skin.

“I like you, too,” he finally admits. “Have for a long time. Couldn’t tell you when it started, but it’s been for as long as I can remember. So yeah, I feel the same.”

“Okay…” You should feel calmer now, confident in the fact that your feelings for each other are out in the open. But that sharp sting of rejection is slowly starting to build, the knife in your back ready to bury itself deeper. “But?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you. There’s a but coming…isn’t there?”

Another bout of silence and you’re starting to lose your mind having to sit through it. This is not how you expected this conversation to go. And you blame yourself for the way it feels like your heart is going to beat straight through your ribcage and fall flat to the floor.

“But I can’t do anything about these…feelings.” He spits the last word out like it’s bitter. “There’s no future where we could ever be together.”

The knife sinks in.

“Why not?”

“Because–”

“And don’t give me some bullshit reason, either.” You cut him off. Because you don’t want excuses. You want honesty, like Choso has always given you.

“What’s a bullshit reason to you?” His tone is snippy again.

What is a bullshit reason? You don’t know. All you know is that you have feelings for this man who once pulled you from certain death over a decade ago. And he has feelings for you, too! He just told you so! You want to be with him, but he doesn’t seem to want to be with you even if he hasn’t said so yet.

Ironically, all this makes you feel like you’re drowning all over again, struggling to pull your head above the water but going nowhere. It's Choso holding you under instead of pulling you out this time.

“...I don’t know,” you finally answer.

“I do,” Choso responds tersely. “I can give you a reason. Hell, I can give you two, three, maybe even four reasons why we can’t be together.”

“Cho–”

“But I don’t need all of those reasons. I only need one – I’m no good for you.”

You roll your eyes. “Choso, you’ve been my best friend practically my whole life. I cannot think of a single person better for me than you.”

He sighs your name, calling for your attention, but you keep going. “And you know me better than anyone else. I know you better than anyone else–”

Choso says your name again, a little harsher this time. You keep on.

“Besides, you said yourself how that kiss stays on your mind. It’s always on my mind too and we can–”

“Stop!” Choso’s harsh voice cuts through your droning. This time, you can’t ignore the snippiness. Never, in all the time that you’ve known Choso, has he raised his voice at you. At least, not in anger or annoyance. Maybe when you were kids, because kids yell. Kids are loud and bossy and Choso was both of those things as a kid. He was always yelling. But he had never yelled at you the way he just had.

You’re so shocked, your mind so suddenly frazzled, that you can’t bring yourself to respond.

“Why are you insisting on this?” Choso sighs, trying to calm himself, but his voice is still coming out a lot rougher than it ever has in your direction. And it’s hurting you in ways you hadn’t known possible, your little heart beginning to crack within your chest.

“I...I just thought –”

“Thought what, exactly?” Choso asks, a dry chuckle following. “Thought that we’d confess that we have feelings for each other and then we-we’d talk about our futures, make plans to be together forever and ever and then sail off into the sunset?”

“I mean–”

“No.”

That’s all he says.

“No?” You’ll need more than that.

“No. There will be no talking about futures together, making plans, sailing off into the sunset…none of it.”

Those little cracks in your heart start to spread, slowly chipping away. That sharp knife you were twisting into Choso’s back is now lodged deep into your own and it’s fucking killing you slowly.

“I don’t–” Your voice is quivering now and you have to take a deep inhale to steady yourself. “I don’t understand. If I have feelings for you, and you have feelings for me…you said the kiss meant more to you!”

“And I meant that.”

“Then why?! Why are you doing this? Is this because of Kaito?”

“Yes!”

“ I–I barely know him! I only brought him up being childish. I was hoping you would realize you had feelings for me. That’s it! I want to be with you!”

“But you should be with someone like him.” Choso’s voice is quiet now, the harshness of it finally gone. “It wouldn't have mattered if it was Kaito or Utahime or whats the other guy? Suguru? I can’t give you what he– what anyone who isn’t me can.”

Now you’re lost. “What?”

“I can’t be what you need me to be. I can’t be the boyfriend you need, the support you’d need if I were to become your boyfriend…”

It’s embarrassing how quickly you feel the tears brimming along your waterline. How your heart shatters into pieces as he lists off the reasons he isn’t good enough for you.

“Look at my fucked up life. No mother, a deadbeat piece of shit for a father, three brothers that I’m solely responsible for and have been for practically my entire life…” He says your name, like a plea, begging for you to listen to him. Like you should take his word for it and simply accept it.

But you won’t accept it.

“I know all of that, Choso. I know you and what you’ve been through – what you’re going through – better than anyone else. And I still want you.”

Now you say his name like a plea, begging for him to hear you and your words. You don’t care about his struggles, about how he’s had to keep his family together his entire life, forced to grow up too quickly and become the glue that holds everything together. You were there for all of that up until recently. And even through it all, you always found your way back to Choso. That won’t change now.

The quiet drags on, just dead air hanging between you two and when he finally speaks, he surprises you. “And I want you, too.” He tells you, lifting your spirits ever so slightly.

Then just as quickly, he breaks you. Again.

“But I’m doing you a favor, so please. Just go date whoever you want, whoever’s good to you.”

“Choso–” Your voice breaks, your lip trembling as you try to fight the sob threatening to crawl up your throat.

“Please.” You hear the way Choso’s voice cracks in a similar manner. Like he has a sob to match your own trying to escape as well. “You…God, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Don’t waste it on someone like me. You have everything going for you. I have nothing going for me. Just some loser working a deadend job in the same deadend town I’ve always been in and will probably always be in. And I refuse to drag you down with me. I’m looking out for you…Like I’ve always tried to do.”

Your protector.

Even when you don’t want him to be. Even when you wish he wouldn’t be. Even when it hurts you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you,” Choso tells you. “I do. Fuck, believe me when I say that. I would love nothing more than that because I've wanted it for so long…but you deserve so much more than this.”

“You are not a loser, Choso. Just…stop. I think we can–”

“I have to go,” He interrupts. “Need to finish this stuff up and head home. Yuuji has a project due tomorrow that I need to help with.” He’s quiet again, but you can just make out the sound of him sniffling, choking down that same sob before he says, “I’ll talk to you later.”

Choso ends the call abruptly, before you can even say goodbye, and the shakiness of his voice stays with you for the rest of the night. Even as you shower, numb to the excruciating heat of the water. As you brush your teeth and crawl beneath your sheets where you finally allow your heart to fully crumple. Even then, you hear the clear tremble of Choso’s words.

It hurts. This is a pain you don’t have any experience with. You don't know what to do with it. This is a pain you’d hoped you would never have to feel. And you never expected your best friend to be the one to cause it.

But you’re hopeful that you two will be able to patch things up. That you two will be able to go back to normal, even if things are awkward for a bit. Because you don’t want to lose Choso. He’s your very best friend, long distance or not. He means way too much to you for your crush to get in the way. You just hope you haven’t ruined things between you two.

Besides, he did say he would talk to you later. You take solace in that, finally letting sleep take over even as your tears still fall.

If only you’d have known that when you opened your eyes the next morning and opened your phone to send an apology text to Choso, that your text would fail to go through. 

If only you’d known that you would go to check Choso’s social media pages only to see blank screens because he’d apparently blocked you. You'd search through every account he has on every social media platform and find yourself no longer able to see any of his information.

“I refuse to drag you down with me.” Those words play on a loop in your mind.

He really meant it.

[daengtokki]

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: 710

rating: fluff

Day 1 of Seungmin's birthday oneshot countdown!

It’s bitter cold tonight. This is the kind of cold that goes straight through you, right down to your bones, and makes you feel like you might never be warm again. That’s a little dramatic, but you really, truly hate winter. Most of all, you hate waiting for the bus in winter, because the sun has long since set set by the time you’re running for your stop.

Usually, you make it on time, but today you got held up by a classmate. You missed your usual bus, and froze for an extra twenty minutes until the next one came. Not only is this one unfamiliar, but the trip is a little longer, and it’s much, much busier. You always go for one of your two regular spots on your usual bus, but that’s not an option this time—you have no option at all, actually. Every single seat is taken; standing room only…just barely. You grab something to steady yourself as the bus starts to move again, and drop your gaze to the floor. You can start up your podcast, check out for a while, and you’ll be home in no time. It’ll be fine.

Before you get your earbud back in, you hear a soft voice…

“Sillyehamnidaaa”

You ignore it, pop your earbud in, and unlock your phone.

“Excuse me”

It’s muffled this time, but it gets your attention. You look up and forward, move your eyes left to right before committing to a more dedicated search, but nobody else within eyesight is moving, either. Everyone is very clearly into their music, or their books, or each other.

“I’m sorry, do you speak Korean?”

Finally, you look to your right and make eye contact with the soft voice. He smiles and waves, and it’s a little awkward—he’s a little awkward, but he’s too good-looking to be acting awkward.

“Byeollo johji anhda”

He laughs sweetly, and you see his mouthful of braces before he quickly closes his lips again. You’re not sure if he’s laughing at your awful pronunciation, or if he’s just glad you finally answered him. You wouldn’t blame him for laughing at you, though. Three months into classes, and you sound terrible.

“Would you like to sit? I don’t mind standing.”

“I’m fine, but thank you”

The stranger chews on his lip, obviously thinking of his next line, and you wonder if he’s just being nice, if he’s bored, or if he’s actually attempting to flirt. You’d rather not deal with flirting on a cramped city bus, usually.

He pushes some of his pretty hair away from his eyes and lets out a little sigh, sort of a laugh. Laughing at himself, maybe. “Can I stand with you?”

Suddenly, you’re warm enough to melt right through the floor. He is definitely flirting, and the best part about it…nobody around you is paying any attention. Still, you’re a little embarrassed. “Stand with me?”

He smiles again so you can see his braces, and you wonder how much younger he is. Not that he looks young, because he really doesn’t. But the braces and the carefree smile make him look a young, his big, warm coat makes him look young, and the blonde streaks running through his bangs do, too.

“Mhmm,” he nods. “You can tell me no, and I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

You’re not sure if you want him to get up and attract attention, but you don’t exactly mind his flirting, either. Two of your younger classmates have already done this, tried to get a date, and it wasn’t nearly as affective. Maybe it is time for a new friend. You look out onto the street and attempt to orient yourself, and you do very easily—this is almost the same route as your other bus, and you know there’s a coffee shop a few blocks away.

He’s watching you very intently, so your nod lights him up…he throws his backpack over his shoulder, and he’s next to you a moment later.

“I’m getting off in two stops”

“Me too”

“Do you like coffee?”

“Yes, very much,” he grabs the pole, brushing his hand against yours as lightly as possible.

“Well, if it’s not too late—“

“No, not at all”

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Seungmin”

[ateezlovely]

Good luck kiss

pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)

genre: fluff + racer san

description: struggling from lack of sleep you end up going to the racetrack and meet a dark-haired boy with a lip piercing that captures your heart (1.8k words)

note: that gif of him makes me think of him as a street racer so i had to indulge in those thoughts ^-^

—

Feeling yourself bump into someone else you turn to them and mumble a sorry as you continue hurrying down the hallway. Only having a passing thought about the boy with dark hair and lip piercing that you bumped into.

Waking up this morning was especially hard, you had not been able to fall asleep until five in the morning, and the class you were rushing to started at eight. It wasn’t unusual for you to be late to class or even miss class because of how badly you struggled with sleeping. You slow down and try to catch your breath as you approach the classroom, trying to not look like a mess.

Music appreciation was not your favorite class but it wasn’t the worse either. It really didn’t help that the eight am class was the only one available and usually you didn’t wake up before 11 am.

Luckily there was a minute until class started and a few other people walked in at the same time as you. Walking to the back of the classroom, just in case you fell asleep, you took one of the few seats left. As you are getting out what you need to take notes someone sits next to you but you don’t pay attention because the professor stands up to greet the class.

Only ten minutes into the lecture, you struggle to keep your eyes open and stay conscious so you lean against the desk laying your head on your folded arms. Drifting in and out of consciousness you only wake up when you hear the loud shuffling of everyone leaving. You feel confused for a moment before you start gathering your things and realize someone had opened your notebook and written notes of today's lecture. None of your friends are in this class and you’ve only talked to a handful of the other students, so you aren’t sure who wrote the notes for you. Deciding not to worry about it you head back to your place so you can get some sleep before your 1 pm class and your shift at work.

It was busy at the coffee shop you worked at even though it was Friday afternoon. You enjoyed working the busy afternoon shifts because it meant you didn’t have any time to stop moving and feel how tired you were. It was fun working with your coworker Wooyoung, he was energetic and always making you laugh. You also became close friends with him outside of work and shared some classes with him.

‘’So any fun plans this Friday night?’’ Wooyoung asked as the both of you were cleaning up the shop to close for the night.

‘’Well, I have a very comfy bed and homework waiting for me at home’’ you sigh and immediately Wooyoung starts booing at you.

‘’That’s so lame! It’s Friday night you should do something fun’’ he exclaims while tugging on your arm, ‘’Oh! You should come with me to see my friends.’’

“Oh…I don’t know’’ you wearily say walking out of the store and waiting for Wooyoung to lock the doors.

“I swear it will be fun, we are meeting at the racing tracks!’’

“The racing tracks? What do you do there?’’ you have heard of people talk about going to the racing tracks on the weekends but never were intrigued to go. It wasn’t any official racing but it wasn’t illegal.

‘’My friends compete in the racing, we just hang around having fun’’ Wooyoung hooks his arm with yours and you walk with him to his car thinking that it might not be a bad idea to go. Since you aren't able to sleep early, staying out late won't be a problem.

‘’I won’t be intruding or anything? I haven’t met any of your friends before’’

‘’Don’t worry about it, it isn’t some closed thing’’ he assured you and you nodded getting into his car. Although you didn’t have trouble making friends or talking to people you didn’t know, you found yourself feeling nervous. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or because it wasn’t a familiar setting.

The racetrack was not what you had imagined. It was a normal-sized racetrack with barriers along the outside of the track but that was it. There were four cars on the actual track and many other cars in the parking lot. As soon as Wooyoung parked his car he hopped out and started shouting and laughing at his friends. You got out and followed him to where a group of people was standing near the starting line on the track.

You stood near the group of people whom you assumed were all of Wooyoungs friends because you heard familiar names that you remember Wooyoung saying before.

‘’Hey Wooyoung, who did you bring with you?’’ the tall man with yellow and red hair asked, suddenly bringing all the attention to you.

‘’This is my coworker and friend y/n, this is their first time here!’’

Shyly you wave and introduce yourself and Wooyoung giggles at how shy you are acting. He starts to tease you a bit and you roll your eyes before joining the conversation. One of the boys, you think his name is Yunho, asks if you want a drink and you nod eagerly.

Taking a few sips and standing facing the barrier you look at the cars on the track that seem to be getting ready to start the race. It is loud with everyone talking and revving of the engines.

While you were wondering how safe this was, a voice next to you startles you out of your thoughts, ‘’Do you enjoy watching racing?’’

Looking over at the person talking to you, it’s a boy with dark hair and lip piercing you say ‘’Huh? Oh, well this is my first time watching actually…’’

‘’Really?’’ he seem surprised for a moment before smirking, ‘’I guess that makes sense cause I definitely would have remembered seeing someone so pretty like you before’’

You look away for a second but look back at him and lick your lips. He is leaning against the barrier with his body facing you.

‘’I bet you say that to all the new pretty people that come here,’’ you tease with a smile.

A small playful gasps leave his pouty lips, ‘’What do you take me for? Some creepy guy that flirts with everyone?’’

This makes you laugh out loud, ‘’Well I don’t know you at all so maybe you are’’

‘’I promise I am not some creepy guy that hits on everyone, I only hit on the really pretty people that catch my eye’’ he says staring into your eyes that make you feel like you have met him before.

‘’Hmm…well I can’t be sure of anything yet,’’ and then you realize something, ‘’I mean I don’t even know your name.’’

‘’It’s San, and yours is y/n’’ he smiles and you are shocked for a moment, not knowing that he knew your name.

‘’You know my name?’’

‘’I do…hurts me that you didn’t know mine though.’’ He pouts again and you look at his soft pouting lips wanting to feel his lip piercing against your lips.

‘’C’mon that isn’t my fault’’ you whine a bit and you feel slightly bad that you didn’t know who he was. But this makes San giggle and you can’t help but look at his side profile as he laughs, thinking that his smile makes him look pretty.

‘’So how do you know my name?’’ you ask nudging his arm.

‘’Well actually…’’ suddenly San looks bashful and he bites his bottom lip, ‘’I saw you today in class, I sat next to you while you slept and took notes for you. Your name was written in your notebook’’

‘’Really? I was wondering who did that!’’ you exclaim with wide eyes.

‘’Mhm I did that, you looked really peaceful sleeping so I took notes for you’’ San shrugged as if it was no big deal. You smiled at him and thought that even though he looked like a tough guy on the outside, he was really sweet.

''Thank you for doing that...maybe I should probably stop sleeping in class''

''Besides the drool, I thought you looked pretty sleeping but you should try to get better sleep'' San teased and you blushed.

''Hey! I didn't drool!'' you whined lightly hitting his arm, ''I have trouble sleeping so I can't help but fall asleep in class sometimes''

''Well if you ever need someone to help you sleep, you can call me'' he winked and you smiled laughing at him.

The cars on the track all started up and everyone started to yell and cheer, the race was starting now. Two of the guys on the track came up to San and started talking to him about something you couldn’t hear.

You started to wonder the reason why San came to the racetrack when he hopped over the barrier and turned to you saying, ‘’It’s my time to shine now, will you wait for me after the race is over?’’

‘’Maybe I will wait if you win the race’’ you reply teasing him, except San takes this seriously.

‘’I will win just for you sweetheart’’ he winks and starts to walk backward away from you but stops to ask, ‘’will you give me a good luck kiss?’’

A blush blooms on your cheeks and your heart starts to beat fast, ‘’how about I give you a kiss if you win’’

‘’Oh baby, there's no if, I’m going to win!’’

Watching as San gets into his car you feel as though your heart is going to leap out of your chest. Wooyoung comes next to you and teases you that he watched and heard everything that happened between you and San. The redness of your cheeks deepens and you shove Wooyoung telling him to be quiet. You barely acknowledge Wooyoungs teasing as the race starts and the four cars take off going fast on the track.

‘’Hm…that does seem fair’’ and as soon as you say that San leans over the barrier, your faces so close you can smell his cologne and see how pretty the color of his eyes are. There is a soft smile on his lips as he brings one hand to the side of your face and closes the distance between you two.

His lips are softer than you imagined and his lip piercing briefly feels cold against your mouth. You can’t help but sigh out of bliss into his mouth and San smiles against your mouth.

He pulls away softly and whispers a ‘’pretty,’’ before he hops over the barrier again so he can pull you even closer and tell you how he is going to kiss you forever and never going to let you go.

[pierrotsmoon]

Heaven (Brian x Reader)

Chapter 3- Be My Baby 1 2

The date; the aftermath.

(warnings- fluff, cuteness, dates, frat bros Ben and Jeff, mentions of anxiety and dread near the end)

this is either my magnum opus, or the worst thing I've ever written

Moonlight filtered through the antique Victorian windows;  the house was still, an hour before most of the young men would wake up. Brian swept his hands through his hair, his lavender button-down pristine against his pale skin. Flipping his hair over once more, he allowed the short locks to fall naturally over his forehead.

“You look about ready to explode.”

Brian jumped, and he glared back at the figure of Tim, already dressed and leaning against his door frame. The taller boy slowly walked towards his friend, holding up a pair of blue flared jeans.

“This, or the black, straight-legged ones?”

Tim smiled;  he had never seen his friend so anxious to meet a girl.

“The black ones, you're not David Bowie.”

Brian found himself smiling back, newly noticing his friend’s lack of pajamas.

“What are you all dressed up for?”

Tim rolled his eyes, clearly bored.

“I've gotta meet the old guy who owns the place, remember?”

Brian looked at Tim with pity in his eyes, leaning over to pat his back.

“Sorry about that man.”

Tim suddenly looked at the open window.

“So, you do realize you have five hours until this date, right?”

Brian fell back onto his bed.

   ★

Y/N waited by the inner seating of the cozy little coffee shop, her leg tapping nervously against the linoleum floor. She was excited to finally talk to that cute boy from her math class, and her roommates were excited that she’d finally shut up about him. 

“Brian! Hey, sit down!”

The blonde came up from behind her, and she beamed up at him from her chair, watching as he took the seat in front of her.

“Do you know what’s good here?”

Brian leaned in a little closer, grabbing Y/N ‘s hand and holding it between both of his, she broke out into a vibrant smile.

“Caramel macchiatos, I'll go order them, don't worry your pretty little head.”

Brian’s eyes went wider, pretty?

“Ready to order?”

The black haired boy in front of her looked focused on manning the register, he wore a burgundy shirt with a moss green apron, a badge on his shirt said ‘Helen’ in neat print.

“Could I get two caramel macchiatos, please.”

The young man smiled, looking toward Brian.

“Coming right up.”

   ★

The two young adults talked into the afternoon, getting to know one another closely. Y/N looked down at their finished coffees, and Brian went to throw them away.

“We should go to that park across town, it's a little far, but I think we can make it.”

Y/N nodded and smiled, getting up and brushing off her clothes. 

★

"So you've been living in that frat house for three years and you're still getting picked on by freshmen?"

Y/N laughed as Brian crossed his arms.

“Listen, those annoying kids just get on my nerves, that's all, I don’t have anything against them.”

Brian practically whined at her, the colder season brought on longer nights, and around four pm, the sun began to dip.

The two knew their time was soon to end, and Brian began to walk her home. His hands intertwined with hers; his eyes kept steady on her face, studying the lines, curves, and bumps—all of them beautiful.

  ★

Y/N shivers as the warm light of her dorm welcomes her. Brian had dropped her off minutes ago, but it felt like years already. She realized at that moment that she was head over heels. His perfect eyes, pretty smile, and friendly demeanor had completely wooed her. She sat on the stool beside the kitchen island, her elbows on the marble and her chin in her hands. She looked like a scene out of a rom-com.

“Thinking really hard, aren't you?”

Whipping around, Y/N met the eyes of one of her roommates, Jessica, leaning against the doorframe with a peaceful smile on her face, arms crossed against her wrinkled brown work uniform. Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but quickly broke into a grin, giggling to herself.

“Yeah, I am.”

The noise of their conversation must have been a little louder than they thought, because soon the sound of clamoring footsteps made the wooden floorboards creak. The two girls looked further into the eggshell hallway when suddenly a flash of black hair zoomed out of the farthest room.

“THE DATE! OH MY GOD HOW DID IT GO?”

Jane quickly enveloped her sitting roommate in a bear hug, her tall, lanky figure able to practically wrap her up. The excitement on her pale face was evident, thick eyeliner creasing from the sheer excitement, black lips held in a wobbly nervous smile.

“It went wonderfully! He’s such a sweetheart.”

Jessica playfully rolled her eyes, sauntering closer to the two girls near the kitchen island. 

“We got that the first twenty times you told us.”

Y/N beamed up at her, gently hitting her arm, before returning to her position with her hand on her chin, leaning against the kitchen table. Jane immediately leaned on it, turning towards the sitting girl.

“Maybe for your next date, I can do your makeup for you.”

  ★

Brian shook off his warm jacket, pale cheeks reddened from the cold, by the time he was home, all the way across campus, he was aching for the warmth of his bed. Looking down at his watch, he knew the night was still young, Tim’s meeting was over by now, and he looked forward to talking about his date with him. Before he could walk up the stairs, a familiar blond bedhead ran down.

“JEFF! HE’S BACK!”

Ben looked giddy, grabbing the taller boy by the arm and sitting him down. Brian didn’t have any room to think before Jeff came downstairs too, trapping him against the couch.

“Tell us everything.”

Jeff and Ben sat down on the opposite couch, the wooden table separating them couldn't put any balm on the invigorated stares of the younger boys. Brian leaned back, visibly annoyed. 

“I’m not telling you anything, where’s Tim, he should be home by now.”

Ben looked nervously at Jeff, who leaned forward.

“Tim isn’t here yet, he called about four hours ago and said he would be late.”

Brian leaned in to meet Jeff’s eyes, a slight fear swelling in his heart.

“That’s worrying, did he call after?”

Ben shook his head, silence filled the room, and Brian took a deep breath.

“I mean, while we’re here, I guess I can tell you a little.”

The freshmen broke into cheers, before finding their seats again and staring intently at Brian.

“She really is such a wonderful person, God, I fumbled around like an idiot during our date, but she ignored it. She just focused on me.”

The three guys looked like they were at a slumber party swapping gossip, but the giddiness and childish wonder really made Brian feel good about himself. The three talked on the couch for another hour, when they heard the rustling of the keys on the front door. 

“I’m back.”

Tim stood near the open doorway, he swayed slightly as he staggered forward. He looked like he was in a trance-like state, with dulled eyes that were red and puffy with dried tears.

He looked like a shell of a man.

Tim started his way slowly up the stairs, ignoring the murmurs of the freshmen on the couch. Brian immediately leapt off the couch, following Tim up the stairs at his pace.

“Are you okay man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

As they reached the top of the polished oak staircase, Tim stopped.

“Let me talk to you alone, okay?”

The young men walked to the end of the furnished hall, walking into Tim’s bedroom. Brian guided him to sit down, taking the place next to him on the plaid sheets. 

As soon as Brian’s hand fell on Tim’s shoulder, Tim broke down, head in the crook of Brian’s neck as he held tightly on to the taller man, sobbing. 

Brian immediately wrapped his arm around his friend. He had seen this before, usually whenever Tim’s mother called. Tim often had difficulty breathing when he cried, sobbing so hard he sounded like he was choking. 

“Tim, Tim– hey! What’s going on?”

Tim stared up at Brian, with the same fear filled gaze as a scared dog, before taking a shuddering breath and breaking the hug.

“Brian, I-I did something, I did something really bad. He made me do something horrible.”

[bottomburt]

gonna be a big venty post about a lot of things im sad about

its not gonna be everything obviously

also dont worry, im ok, im absolutely terrified of dying so my life isnt at risk or anything

i honestly hate my apartment, i wish i didnt have to pay 2000+ dollars a month for what feels like a hotel room. i wish i could be in a house. i want to live in a place that feels like where a person would spend their life in, and this apartment just doesnt feel like that. i hate having to use a community laundry area. i want my own laundry room i want a place that feels like an actual fucking home and not a pair of rooms joined together with some extras like a bathroom and a kitchen. i want an actual living space. i want a front and back yard. i dont want to have to climb 2 flights of stairs just to get back home. i hate living in this place. theres roaches every now and then and im scared theyre gonna keep coming back. i hate not having a garage. i hate having a closes thats barely enough to fit most of the things i have. i dont like the general feeling of the people around me. i dont like being around university students. i hate living right next to a shopping center when its loud as fuck late at night. i wish i had chosen something different.

i hate feeling so lonely lately. 3 out of the 7 days in a week im just at my desk or in my bed just waiting until i feel ready to stream and talk to fucking no one for hours on end. i dont want a roommate though because i like the experience of having to take care of myself. it only sucks when im by myself with my own thoughts and nothing to do and everything to think and the sound of my own voice in my own head gets so grating i just want to hear another person speak to me for once. and the days i do have social interactions are just classrooms where im so burnt out from the classes that i just dont have much to say.

my classes are so fucking stressful. im more stressed out about classes than i ever have been. it doesnt help its adding onto the stress of renting an apartment but the classes feel so much more time consuming and exhausting this semester. one of my classes requires 10+ discussion posts on full chapters of reading and i really just am not motivated to do any of it. the in class time is honestly really good and i like my teachers, but the time outside of class just feels like a 30 ton weight on my shoulders that i just have to drag around until may.

i miss inky so much.

i keep ordering food and it really bothers me. i have the greatest opportunity to cook for myself but i either keep ordering food or the times i do cook for myself end up feeling unsatisfying. i feel like im fucking up cooking rice. i dont even know how thats possible. the rice keeps getting weirdly soggy and gross every time i make it and it just hasnt been the same since the first time i made it. i dont know what im fucking up. its so annoying trying to make rice that just doesnt want to turn out how i want it to.

i have so many boxes that i need to throw out but havent had time to. i know it'll make me feel better if i do but i just can never get any sort of motivation to do it.

the light strips i have put up have been barely hung up for months now. theres a big section of the light strip that i havent put back up so like half of it has just been hanging off the wall and honestly ive just been hoping itll fall on its own so i finally have a reason to put it back up properly. itll just stay like that i guess.

im generally unhappy with my streams as of late. its the same feeling ive felt before where i put in so much effort to my streams and it just never feels like it pays off. i could never quit though because i absolutely love streaming, but even just having a tiny piece of the interactivity that other streamers have would be nice.

i think thats all im really sad about, it felt nice to put it somewhere

[scaranoiia]

MORE THAN A FEELING.

pairing: kamisato ayato x fem!reader

genre: fluff, light angst, suggestive, could be anxiety inducing

word count: 1,941

cw/tw: reader is referred to as a woman and has breasts, reader is a commoner compared to ayato, established hidden relationship, domestic!ayato, lots of petnames, slight bullying, ayato gets taken advantage of

“Just one kiss won’t hurt, Mr. Kamisato.” — reader ventures out in the night to find her lover after he failed to return home early from a business event.

Dating Ayato had its downfalls. As if being in a secret relationship wasn’t hard enough, you were stuck on the sidelines always watching him court other women to fancy dinner events and meetings when needed. You knew you weren’t enough in the high-class men’s eyes to court Ayato yourself, and maybe that’s why he never bothered to ask you. It’s as if you were a nobody compared to him and his business partners. But he never treated you as someone less than he was. Just the others did. And when he came home at nightfall, you were safe in his arms, wrapped in his comforting sheets, listening to the crashing of the waves outside of the estate. 

However, this particular night was different. Ayato had gone out to an event and promised to return as early as he could. Yet it was nearing eleven o’clock and he was nowhere to be seen yet. You had wandered outside multiple times within the past hour to check down the trails, but there was still no sight of him anywhere. Growing worried, you had asked a few of the guards around. Nothing though. The better decision would’ve been to head inside and wait another hour or so, but other plans had come to mind when you felt like something was wrong. 

You found yourself in Chinju Forest, then your home, Konda Village, and you began to grow tired. Walking to the city wasn’t a good idea at night, especially with no one to protect yourself. But you needed to find Ayato. You needed to know he was okay. 

You were a short way from Komore Teahouse, hoping to find Thoma there to see if he knew anything about your partner’s whereabouts. Except, it was eleven at night. Thoma was no doubt asleep. There was no way you could disturb him at this time. And so you kept wandering farther into the city. 

There was total silence. The vendors and shops were all closed up for the night. There was no one there to talk to, no one to ask questions to, no one to help you find your way around, no one to help you find your Ayato. And now you were lost. You were fucking lost. In the middle of a city with only the moon to light your way. 

If you passed the bridge, there’d be guards there. Maybe you could speak to one of them. But they didn’t know. They didn’t know about your relationship with the commissioner and they wouldn’t believe you if you were to tell them either. You were beginning to grow hopeless. Why did you venture out here? How could you have been so stupid? 

Sudden talking made you snap your head towards the bridge. You rushed there. It surely sounded like Ayato’s voice, but you couldn’t be sure until you got closer. When you passed over the bridge and continued walking up the steps, your heart stopped once you reached the top. 

Ayato was there. But he was hand-in-hand with some woman and she was looking at him rather too fondly for your liking. You noticed other businessmen and women around, and you also took notice of Ayato’s guards. The thought of being safe with his guards vanished when you heard the woman next to Ayato speak. 

“Just one kiss won’t hurt, Mr. Kamisato.” 

“I must be getting home now. It is late. I have someone waiting for me there,” he replies to her. He removes his hand from her grasp a bit harshly and she visibly steps back before reaching up to put a hand against his chest. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately. What was she going to do? 

A loud gasp slips past your lips when she tries leaning in to kiss him and both of their heads, along with the other businessmen and guards, snap their heads towards you. When Ayato’s eyes lock with your tear-filled ones, his expression falls sullen. 

“My love-,” he takes a step forward and the woman next to him sneers before grabbing onto his arm. 

“Love? You cannot possibly be in love with a commoner, Mr. Kamisato. Look at her,” she chuckles rudely and Ayato’s eyes darken as he rips his arm away from her. 

“Keep your hands off of me. Guards!” He calls out. And the woman is being dragged away while sputtering about you and Ayato. You gulp loudly as all eyes are on you now, even more than before. Ayato steps forward, but you’re frozen. 

“Mr. Kamisato, this is rather a big surprise,” a tall man with perfectly styled hair gently grabs his shoulder. 

“A surprise that is quite frankly none of your business, Mr. Fukuda. Now, if you all will excuse us,” Ayato steps forward to grab your hand before guiding you down the stairs. You feel ashamed. And so, so embarrassed. Angry too. How dare that woman try to kiss him after he refused her offer? You were growing more and more upset as Ayato tightened his grip on your hand and kept walking. Your body was trailing behind him with each big step he was taking and you could hear his guards behind you trying to catch up to you both. You knew you messed up by going there tonight, but if you hadn’t shown up and caused a scene, would she have kissed him? Would he have pushed her away? You were stuck, upset even. The thought of him being taken advantage of all because he’s of high wealth had crushed your heart. You wondered if this had happened before. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he says softly. Your eyes flicker up to his face and you just stare for a little bit. “That was the third time I’ve been stuck with her. She certainly doesn’t take any sort of refusal for an answer,” he huffs and kicks a small stone as you continue walking. 

“Has she done that before?” You ask quietly. 

“Done what before?” 

“Tried to kiss you?” 

You dreaded his answer. Why did you even ask this question? 

“She’s gotten close. The last time I had to court her, she almost kissed my cheek when we were sitting at the conference table. I stood up and excused myself to leave just in time,” he says. 

“Oh,” a quiet, almost pathetic, chuckle sounds past your lips, “I understand.” 

“You’re upset,” he says lowly, his eyes looking into yours for a brief moment. 

“What gave it away? The tears or can you just feel it?” You say bitterly. 

“My love,” he says softly, “I have never let another woman touch me in the ways you do. I will never allow that to happen. I stand by that.” 

“I believe you, Ayato. It’s just the thought of someone taking advantage of you like that really hurts me,” your voice cracks, but you remember to pull yourself together because his guards are right behind you both. 

“Well, we won’t have to worry about that anymore. We’ll be courting each other properly from here on out,” he says firmly, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. That last sentence alone is enough to make your throat close up. 

“Mr. Kamisato, you surely need to think about this-,” 

Ayato stops in his tracks and turns around to face his guards, specifically the one who spoke. “I feel I’ve done enough thinking recently, Mr. Nomura. My decision is final. If someone apart of the commission dare to say something about me doing what is right, there will be consequences. That’s final. Now, we’re almost to Chinju forest. You all may back down for tonight. I’ll be bringing her back to the estate with me and an announcement will be made tomorrow, be expecting it.” 

“Yes, Mr. Kamisato.” All five guards bow to him before turning to bow to you. You notice Ayato smirk before he straightens his face and turns back to continue walking with you. 

When you get to the estate, Ayato guides you to his bedroom immediately. You stand still, watching him, your mind and heart racing so quickly that you think they’ll explode any minute. When you attempt to collect your thoughts, you step closer to him. 

“You didn’t think to ask me how I felt before saying that to your guards?” You ask when he sits down at his desk. 

“Our guards,” he corrects you. 

“Ayato, baby, I- I don’t know if I’m ready for our relationship to go public. Surely there’s going to talk around the island about me, about us, and-” 

“And I will simply execute anyone who dares speak ill of you, my love.” 

“It’s not that simple! Word is most definitely going to reach Lady Kokomi all the way in Watatsumi Island, so you know everyone will be talking about us.” 

“Why, does that bother you? I have islanders talking about me day and night, year-round,” he argues. 

“I haven’t ever experienced that. I wasn’t bred into wealth like you were. I’m just a commoner, Ayato,” you say defeatedly. 

“You are not just a commoner. You are mine, [Name]. And I promised to protect you with my life from day one and I will do so. I understand that you’re nervous and scared, but you will be with me more often, I will protect you. My guards will always be there to protect you. I promise,” he takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs soothingly over your knuckles as your eyes grow teary, “my love, I couldn’t bare to live with myself if I let someone hurt you.” 

“Okay,” you say quietly, your eyes looking into his before he holds your hips and pulls you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and sniffle. 

“I will take tomorrow off so we can have the day together and then make the announcement the day after, alright?” He says softly. You nod before he gently wipes a fallen tear off the apple of your cheek. 

“I love you,” you tell him. 

“I love you too, precious. Now, let’s get ready for bed, yeah?” His hands give your hips a gentle squeeze before they’re moving up to pull at the ribbon securing your robe. When he pulls your robe apart, you drop your arms to your sides so he can let your robe fall to the floor. His fingers undo the fastening of your shorts and they’re soon joining your robe. “Turn for me, love.” 

You do so and then feel his fingers wrap around the clips of your bra, and he’s sliding the straps down your arms seconds later. He stands up behind you and his arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. A soft kiss is placed on your jaw and you smile fondly before turning around in his arms. 

“Your turn, master,” you say softly before giggling. 

“Don’t excite me,” he chuckles. You giggle again and reach to push his jacket off, setting it on his chair behind him before untying the ribbons on his vest. He helps you remove his vest and then his robe and gloves. Your fingers swiftly unbutton his slacks and you unzip the zipper before kneeling to pull them down his legs. Your eyes focus on getting his feet out of the leg holes and then you look up at him, your hands find themselves resting on his thighs before you cheekily slide your fingertips underneath his boxers. 

“Are you looking to start something, love?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you nibble on your lip. 

“It has been a while,” you say quietly. 

“Let’s get to bed then." 

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[lovelybarnes]

baby blue- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, tony stark bruce banner, steve rogers, sam wilson warnings: child bucky, language, this is long. why is this so long about: requested by @cherry-season (apparently can't tag you)! bucky turns into a baby/toddler and is clingy a/n: okay so i know virtually nothing about three-year-olds. can you tell? thank you so much for requesting!! I had so much fun writing this <333

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bucky’s day wasn’t particularly fantastic to begin with.

he was already exhausted when he woke up in the early lights of the morning, his nightmares had kept him up all night-- which you theorized was due to the mission the day before that took place in one of the same hydra bases bucky had been held in. you had frowned when you realized it the day of, turning your attention to bucky and making sure he was okay with it because if he wasn’t, you would make sure someone else took care of it. he had insisted it was fine, even though the next night proved him wrong. you had done what you could, running your fingers through his hair and humming lightly until you fell asleep and he refused to wake you up, resigning himself to a sleepless night.

his morning started with his flesh arm reaching out to feel your side of the bed, hoping to find your soft, warm skin to pull you closer, but instead being met with the unkind sheets that missed the gentleness of your body. he had frowned when he realized you had already left for a meeting with some important hotshot in space with carol (you couldn’t find a better excuse to go get breakfast at your favorite alien restaurant with your favorite aliens) and wouldn’t be back for a solid few hours too long. groaning, and with no real reason to stay in bed for any longer without the excuse of getting to feel you for a few more hours, he dragged himself out of bed.

it didn’t get much better from there, because he was greeted with the sight of sam eating the last bowl of the last box of cereal in the whole damn tower because everyone rejected to go grocery shopping. since bucky refused to eat any of the frozen breakfasts tony loved so much and the stark kid swore were “the best thing ever,” he grunted at sam and walked away without eating, knowing he’d regret it later when his stomach would growl and you would immediately know he skipped breakfast.

for some unknown reason, tony had found out about bucky’s lack of things to do, and with a few winks and manipulative large-worded engineering phrases, convinced him to join him in the lab, which bucky had only really been able to see through the clear glass that separated the lab from the rest of the tower, and from the occasions where he would take food and drinks to you while you locked yourself away inside, building something alongside tony.

being inside, so close to the various machines and objects bucky cant begin to figure out the purpose of, his memories of being in school and at the top of his math and engineering classes bubble to the surface, filling him with the pride he remembers having every day at school. the thought that he could probably understand everything if you or tony explained it to him passes through his mind and urges him to ask tony to do just that, but tony beats him before he can get the chance.

bruce is eyeing them wearily from the other side of the lab, attention mostly on the test tubes in front of him. he gives bucky a smile when he comes in, but seems to ignore him for the most part until tony shows bucky to bruce’s work station, pointing out a blue liquid in a test tube marked TESTING. bruce’s neck snaps to them when tony open his big mouth, “you know, y/n was actually supposed to test something out for me today,” tony begins innocently, a suggestion laced in his words that bucky catches but decides to ignore because of the high he feels from understanding the equations scribbled on the clear glass, “do you know where she is?”

bucky narrows his eyes at him, then looks up at the clock, realizing it’s still a while before you get back, “not even on earth,” he recipes blandly, slyly sneaking a glance at the liquid for any indications of what it could be.

tony sighs dramatically, his shoulders sagging, “oh no, how do i test this now?” bruce shoots tony a warning glance that is blatantly ignored.

bucky’s shrugging before he can help it, the reminder that since you were going to do it, what could be the harm if he did? “i could do it.”

tony claps, “great!” he gestures to a door behind him, “please go in there to sign non-disclosure agreements and wash your hands.”

bucky’s shoved inside before he can fully understand the implications of his stupid offer.

-

the thought of asking the basic questions he should have asked before he agreed to test an unidentified liquid comes to bucky nearly an hour later, when the small vial of weird blue liquid sits in front of him, waiting to be drunk. tony and bruce sit in chairs a couple of feet away, clipboards in both of their hands, and interested expressions settled on their features.

“what does this do again?” he asks, squinting at the vial that he doesn’t notice tony isn’t looking at, furrowing his eyebrows when tony waves him off, “something super smart. no side effects or anything.” bucky’s eyes flit down to the little vial again, before they nearly bug out of his head at the humongous laser that is rolled into the room, “what the hell is that.”

“ah,” tony grins, bouncing from his seat to stand next to his invention proudly, “this is what you’re testing out.” bucky cocks his head at the man, “i thought i was drinking blue water. y/n was going to drink blue water.” tony shakes his head, adjusting some dials on the machine, “yeah, no, it was this. pretty sure i told you.”

“you didn’t-” bruce is looking at tony in concern, about to tell him to slow down so bucky has a chance to think all this through again and maybe ask if there is any chance the laser will melt him, when tony clicks a large red button and a bright white light clouds bucky’s vision just as he sees the clock on the exact same time he saw an hour ago, realizing the clock in the billion-dollar lab is broken, and you’re probably getting home any second.

“tony!” he hears bruce yell before his vision goes dark.

it’s only a second until he can pry open his eyes again, a hand curling into a fist, ready to pound stark into tomorrow when he can suddenly feel the nails of his hand digging into his palm. the surprising feeling of it where his vibranium arm should be forces him to look down at a small arm, fully skin and thin. he looks around, noticing his surroundings suddenly have grown very large around him, and the sound of his voice is higher when he tries to speak again.

“what the f-” he mumbles, cutting himself off when a sudden memory of his ma yelling at him to wash his mouth out if he wants to talk like that floods his mind, and he stares down at himself, eyebrows furrowing when he spots his short stature and the tiny hands and feet that look up at him. realization floods him like a wave, raising his chin at the two, tall, gobsmacked men in front of. “was that supposed to happen?” bruce asks quietly, nodding slowly when tony shakes his head, “no.”

there’s a light knock at the door, your hand pushing it open before anyone can stop you, and your tired face peeks in, a glowing smiling adorning your face and your eyes searching for your boyfriend, “hey, do you guys know where bucky is-” your voice cuts through the stunned silence, pausing when you catch the little boy’s eye. at first, you stare at him, your eyebrows pulling together as you get a good look at the familiar cerulean of his eyes and scan the clothing you’d seen on bucky before. for a second, everything is silent, bucky’s eyes are wide and staring as yours bore into them, searching for something you’re nearly touching until you gasp, “bucky?” you choke, reaching for him when he nods, his legs already trying to reach you as fast as they possibly can but they buckle. bucky realizes just then how old he must be now. “oh, baby,” you murmur, gathering him up in your arms before he can fall to the hard ground of the lab. “what the hell did you idiots do to my boyfriend?” you demand, turning to the two scientists who are going over tony’s notes.

bruce glances at tony, tilting his head at him as if to say him. you roll your eyes, not having any more information than when you asked, “tony?” you growl, walking over to the man, not missing the way little bucky’s hand grabs onto your shirt.

“it didn’t- that wasn’t supposed to happen,” tony defends weakly, a lazy shrug pulling at his shoulders. your eyes flash with velvet red, and, without moving a finger, tony’s pulled in front of you, wrapped in red swirls bucky can’t help but gawk at.

“fix it.” you order. tony nods, pursing his lips, “we’ll do that.” bruce looks a little taken aback, looking up from tony’s scribbles and equations. “i don’t think it’ll last more than a day,” he offers helpfully, “whatever it was tony was trying to do wasn’t either.”

bucky’s eyes start to droop, which he assumes is an effect of the sleepless night he just had on his infant body, something that usually wouldn’t affect him in his one-hundred-and-six-year-old self. he hums when he realizes the irony, leaning his head against the welcoming crook of your neck and catching your attention. you turn to him for a moment, softening a little before turning back to tony and glaring at him, “fix it.”

-

steve catches you when you walk out of the lab, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he spots the toddler in your arms, “holy shit, that looks exactly like bucky,” he breathes, scanning the dark mussed-up hair and stepping back when bucky opens his eyes. from next to him, sam looks from bucky to you, “did you two have a kid and not tell anyone, because this-”

“is bucky. that’s bucky.” you interrupt, looking at the toddler, “tony messed up with something and… this happened, i don’t completely… bucky’s a baby.”

steve raises an eyebrow, squinting at his best friend, “ha,” he laughs, “wow, he looks exactly like his pictures. he must be about three years old.” bucky blinks at him. “his ma said he was chatting up a storm at that age, though,” steve informs, looking back up at you. sam grins, “has he said anything? i kinda want to hear if he still sounds old.” bucky frowns at him, his pout deepening when sam bursts into laughter, “his grumpy face is the same!”

you look at your boyfriend, tilting your head and smiling a little when you realize he’s right, “you’re cute,” you coo now that you get a good look at him, “you’re so cute,” you murmur, poking his nose with your finger. bucky can’t help the blush that comes to his cheeks. but he slaps away sam’s fingers, scowling at him, “no.” he argues, “no.”

sam frowns, “no old man voice.”

“i hate you,” bucky says to sam, and you laugh, “i think we should leave for now. i need to figure out what will make three-year-old bucky not as grumpy.” sam looks at bucky’s furrowed brows and the same two little lines between them, his eyes flickering back up to yours, “i think that may just be a bucky thing.”

-

you bring bucky to the living room, sitting him down at the edge of the couch and crouching in front of him, watching him and his little crossed arms, bottom lip jutted out against his own will. bucky isn’t used to the emotional control of a child who’s three and can’t control the frustration that’s coursing through him at the moment. the only thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want you to leave him again.

“bucky?” you start, looking deep into the wide blue eyes that let you know it is bucky you’re speaking to. “what do you want to do? are you hungry? d’you want to sleep?” bucky shakes his head stubbornly at you, “i want tony to fix this.”

you sigh, “i know, baby. i do too, but until he finds a cure to this, you’re gonna stay small for a couple more hours.” he pouts at that, and you smooth your thumb over his cheek, “no pouting. we can do whatever you want, buck.”

just as he’s about to reject any idea you have, his stomach rumbles loudly, directing your attention to the arms that guiltily cover up his middle. “bucky... did you eat breakfast today?” you query, a lecturing tone sneaking into your words. “sam ate my cereal,” bucky grumbles, crossing his arms.

“bucky!” you exclaim, standing up to turn to the kitchen, “that’s no excuse. i told you you needed to eat--” you’re barely three steps into the kitchen when you hear the pattering of his feet towards you, grubby hands pawing at your legs.

“don’t leave,” he whines, hugging your ankles and sitting down on the floor, “you left all morning,” he mumbles, smushing his cheeks against your calf.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, bending over to brush away the hair that falls over his eyes. “c’mere,” you murmur, reaching down to pick him up again and bounce him on your hip while you head to the kitchen. “what do you want to eat?” bucky thinks about it for a minute, before smiling, “i want pizza and ice cream.” you frown at him, “i don’t think three-year-olds can eat that. actually, i don’t think anyone should.”

after consulting google on what three-year-olds should eat, you have bucky’s head resting on your shoulder, refusing to let you put him down even as you made him the mac and cheese he had agreed to, still a little upset over the fact you wouldn’t let him eat all the other things he wanted. the only time he let you not carry him was when he was eating, still insisting you sit right next to him to watch as he smeared cheese all over tony’s expensive table.

“okay,” you whisper breathlessly after watching him eat his third bowl of the meal, “i think that’s good.” you shove the dirty dishes in the sink, washing bucky’s hands and wiping at him cheeks with a warm cloth to get the mess he managed to create off. “did you forget how to eat?” you wonder aloud when you finally fnish cleaning him up, watching his small shoulders shrug.

“what do you want to do now? anything you want,” you propose.

“i want you,” he says, reaching his stubby arms out, “cuddles. ‘m sleepy,” he yawns, making grabby hands at you when you take too long to pick him up. “bucky,” you chuckle, complying with him and bringing him into your chest, where he leans his head on your shoulder. “you sure you don’t want to play or something? you don’t want to…” you trail off, trying to think of what three-year-olds do, “walk or read or something?”

bucky grunts in your ear, his eyelids already closing again, “cuddles,” he repeats, balling your shirt up in his little hands.

“okay,” you sigh, bouncing him gently while you walk to your shared bedroom. you pick up a stuffed animal you brought for bucky from one of your most recent missions, “did you sleep last night? is that why you’re so tired?” bucky hums, cuddling further into your chest when you lay down with him on top of you. you hand him the little dog plush, pressing a kiss to his head when he takes the gift, hugging it with you. “honey, i’m sorry,” you frown, gently threading your fingers through his short hair, humming the same song bucky sings to you when you can’t get to sleep. it doesn’t take long to lull him into the calmness of rest.

you only wake up when the weight on you is suddenly multiplied, completely taking your breath away, “bucky!-” you exclaim, rolling from underneath him to meet his closed eyes. you shake your head with a light laugh, drawing a strand of hair behind his ear before you press your lips to his cheeks, snuggling in with him again, “sweet dreams, darling,” you murmur, placing the stuffed animal he dropped on your dresser.

[perfectlypanda]

Do you have a zutara fic recommendations list?!!! I love ur art so much!!!! U seem like an awesome zutara fan so i figured u must have some awesome fic recs as well!!

Thank you, that's so sweet of you! ♥ I do read a lot of Zutara fanfic, but whether or not my fic recs are awesome will be up to you. ^_^; I don’t maintain a public recommendation list, but here are some fics from my AO3 bookmarks/ recent history.

Note: I am a bit picky in what I’ll read since there are certain things I’m just not interested in reading (although getting less picky as I run low on stories on AO3 and have to broaden my horizons to find new Zutara works to read...). It’s also kind of rare that I follow a wip, unless the author has a good track record of updating fairly regularly and finishing multi-chapter fics (sorry, I know it’s terrible. In my defense, I can’t handle tv shows week to week either, I almost always wait for the full season to be done).

Quick list of titles and links (same list but with descriptions under the read more!):

Waffleosophy by lettersfromnowhere (G, Modern AU, 3,427)

(Don’t) Follow Me Down by eleventy7 (G, vaguely Hades/ Persephone AU, 9,180)

Half Past Closing by damagectrl (T, Modern AU, 18,661)

The Art of Holding on and Letting Go by evergreenonthehorizon (T, Modern AU, 22,604)

my arms will hold you (keep you safe and warm) by imfallingforyoureyes102 (Not rated, married Zutara, 1,944)

The Plan's Gone Up In Smoke by FictionIsSocialInquiry (M, Aang fails AU, 11,342)

Smoke & Mirrors by seraluci (M, blutara, 49,769)

The Sun, the Moon, and the Truth by senlinyu  elithien (M, 10,970)

Picking up the Pieces by ifyouwereamelody (E, modern au, 1,721)

Lost and Found by Smediterranea (M, 76,598)

Those Who Do Not Learn...Are Doomed to Repeat by HomeAgainRose (M, 189,137)

Down the Road and Back Again by Mauve_Avenger (T, wip)

Waffleosophy by lettersfromnowhere (G, Modern AU, 3,427):

Huu's Diner has a little more in store for regulars Zuko and Katara than the "Good Cheap Roadside Eats!" it advertises. After all, when you're not-so-secretly pining for your best friend, you can use all the help you can get. And if that help comes in the form of novelty diner waffles at midnight... Well, it'll do.

As fluffy as the waffles mentioned in the story.

(Don’t) Follow Me Down by eleventy7 (G, vaguely Hades/ Persephone AU, 9,180)

Katara is the dread queen of the underworld, ruler of the dead, destined to reign her cold kingdom alone. Until a sun god catches her eye.

Half Past Closing by damagectrl (T, Modern AU, 18,661):

In the middle of her last year at the Fire Nation Royal University, Katara’s classes and part time job consume most of her time. Coming home late one night after the library closes, she takes a shortcut to her new apartment and passes a small tea shop in a back alley. Even when the sign on the door of his uncle’s tea shop is turned to say ‘closed’, Zuko still has to to clean up before he locks up. Alone in the small, old luxury tea house wedged in the back alley of Souzin Building One, he is confident no one sees him as he puts on some earbuds and sweeps as he unknowingly dances along to the music. As he innocently goes about his cleaning, singing along, he turns around and finds himself looking into the crinkled blue eyes of a giggling university student on the other side.

Tea shop AU. Adorable.

The Art of Holding on and Letting Go by evergreenonthehorizon (T, Modern AU, 22,604)

Aang watches his first love fall in love with someone else.

Highly recommend, even though it’s a different vibe than the others on this list. How Aang’s crush on an older girl would have more realistically played out in a modern setting. Everything feels really in character and age appropriate, and Aang has a nice growth arc.

my arms will hold you (keep you safe and warm) by imfallingforyoureyes102 (Not rated, 1,944)

Zuko and Katara are in bed and he's out like a light - he rises with the sun, she rises with the moon, right? It's Katara that keeps prodding him awake, asking him ridiculous questions about their future, and Zuko sleepily plays along - until one question catches him completely off guard.

Adorable married fluff.

The Plan's Gone Up In Smoke by FictionIsSocialInquiry (M, Aang fails AU, 11,342)

"It was the next day they saw the posters... They hadn’t seen death announcements before; a new tradition for the Phoenix King to go with his new title."

When their friends fail, and they are the only survivors, what kind of life is left to a traitor prince and a waterbending enemy? How do they pick up the pieces of this life when the plan goes up in smoke?

Really sad. Really good.

Smoke & Mirrors by seraluci (M, blutara, 49,769)

Katara doesn’t know exactly what will come of her vigilante adventures with a masked counterpart in Ba Sing Se, but what she does know is that there’s something magnetic about him; and something that’s almost comfortingly familiar. Even if the mysterious Blue Spirit, enemy of the Fire Nation, doesn’t speak or show his face. Blutara AU.

I’m enjoying the sequel even more, and it’s a wip that I follow.

The Sun, the Moon, and the Truth by senlinyu, elithien (M, 10,970)

The war is won but after years, rebuilding is still slow and tenuous.

Katara feels homeless. Everyone else has found a place for themselves after the war. Zuko is the Fire Lord. Aang is the Avatar restoring the Air Nomad nation. Toph has founded a metalbending school in the Earth Kingdom. Sokka has taken the lead beside their father in the Southern Water Tribe’s rebuilding and modernization process.

It seems there’s no place left that needs Katara.

Picking up the Pieces by ifyouwereamelody (E, modern au, 1,721)

The room is in chaos; a muddle of empty bottles and puzzle pieces here, a skewed lampshade there...

‘Everything okay?’

Katara spins towards the door, and there he is. Shirtless. Because she’s wearing his shirt.

Memories of the night before come back to Katara in fragments. God, they really messed up that jigsaw puzzle.

I actually had a sketch done of this one when someone was doing commissions in exchange for donations to India’s Covid Relief Fund.

Lost and Found by Smediterranea (M, 76,598)

Chief Hakoda and his men are out on patrol when they encounter a surprise: an injured boy alone on the ice.

Hakoda brings him back to the South Pole, but keeping this boy alive may be dangerous in ways Hakoda had not anticipated...

A canon-divergent story where Zuko comes of age with the Southern Water Tribe with his only two friends in the world: Sokka and Katara.

Twist Me to the Left by GrapefruitTwostep (M, modern AU, 91,518)

So here Zuko is, with no family, no band, and no more record contract. Just another punker with a guitar who thinks he's got what it takes. Then he meets Avatar, the band breaking all the rules. They've got everything going for them, the rising star, and they're everything Zuko isn't. But maybe, just maybe, they want a new guitarist. As long as the pretty keyboardist with the blue eyes doesn't murder Zuko first.

One of the very first Zutara art pieces I shared was a manip inspired by this fic.

the crooked thing by emletish (m, 6,832)

Katara and Zuko have a thing. a thing that they do. in the early days of Zuko's reign, they have to keep the thing a secret. Zuko has too many feelings about the thing, but he doesn't have a name for it. but he finds one in the end. shameless, fluffy smut

The only fanfiction.net story to make the list, because it’s one of my favorites and adorable.

Those Who Do Not Learn...Are Doomed to Repeat by HomeAgainRose (M, 189,137)

Something bad happened after the Hundred Year War ended, but no one remembers until Zuko gets his scar and Katara frees Aang from the ice. They are now the only two with the knowledge of the next thirty years. They have to work their way through their own trauma, and their own memories to change key events to keep the Bad Things from happening once more. Book 1 of 3

One of the rare wip that I follow. The first book in the series is done, but the second is in progress. I can't emphasize enough how addictive this story was. I stayed up way too late many nights as I read it.

Down the Road and Back Again by Mauve_Avenger (T, wip)

After a messy divorce, Katara finds herself on her own for the first time in thirty years. The road ahead looks daunting, but with some help from her friends, Katara begins to rediscover a part of herself she thought she'd lost.

Another rare wip that I’m following.

[spilledkauffie]

Dating!BaronZemo HCs Pt.2

Gimme, gimme, gimme a— sugar daddy!! Part 1 HCs

(Sorry, I meant to post these last night, but life lol)

Wrapping yourself in that stunning jacket— obviously if you’re somewhere and you’re cold, without hesitation, he’ll set it around your shoulders, holding you close with one hand. Other times it’s more so to get his attention or tease him. And walking around in nothing but your underwear/lingerie and his jacket definitely works to get his attention fast!

Similarly, dress shirts— when you wake up and don’t quite feel like getting dressed, you’ll just grab one of his dress shirts, button it up halfway and call it a day. The lingering scent of his cologne and the softness make you feel safe, cozy, and a little bit sexy all day.

↳ you didn’t think it was that big of a deal, until you were making breakfast one day. He walked past the doorway, giving a causal glance your direction and a “good morning, darling,” but stopped after a few steps. Retracing his steps backwards, he leaned back to see if what he thought he saw was actually what he saw. Looking you over he walked towards you, two fingers pressed to his lips; you gave an expression that innocently asked ‘yes?’ / “Is that…mine?” he questions, you look down yourself, but before you can answer, you got a very sudden, deep kiss.

Sweet Tooth— Baron has a sweet tooth, which means you get to try all different kinds of decadent desserts, literally imported from their origin country so they can “taste as they’re meant to, directly from their loving creators.” Whenever he comes home from a different country, you can always expect some kind of local treat. It’s also his best excuse for when he’s gone longer than expected. You cross your arms and put on your best upset face, only to be met with him saying, “but I brought back chocolate.” Trying okie himself, he walks towards you, you try not to smile knowing exactly what he’ll say next. Slipping an arm around your waist, holding the chocolate box to his side, he tilts his head, “want a taste?”

Learning to drive stick shift (if you don’t know)— it’s an absolute mess at first, of course. It was like a stop and go game, but not on purpose! The first time you nearly had a breakdown you were so upset at yourself for not getting it right. Staring at the steering wheel you were moments from crying when he tucked your hair behind your ear and placed a finger under your jaw, turning you to face him, “you’ll get it darling, like all things practice and patience is required

Flowers!!— you get showered with flowers constantly. It’s not just a dozen or a few bouquets it’s literally a room full of arranged flowers with different colours, types, and arrangement patterns. You’ve woken up to a bed covered in rose petals. He also tends to leave a rose on your nightstand when he gets up before you.

↳ he’ll walk into the flowered room casually, morning coffee in one hand. Circling the room, his fingertips stroking petals, “wow, someone must really have a crush,” he says, before looking back to you, as if he had nothing to do with it. He just loves to see you uncontrollably happy and smiling, nuzzling against the soft flowers as you breath the scent in.

Vintage films— vintage and classic films are some of his favourites, they have the perfect combination of class, romance, and charm. You snuggle up, leaning back against him, with a blanket over your legs, his arm around you, and watch. You have to smile to yourself every time he tells you “this is my favourite part,” because it’s precious, plus he says it about three times every movie.

Poetry— he’s actually a great fan of classic poetry, so it’s no surprise that you get it recited to you a lot. It’s sweet and romantic; one of your favourite times to hear it though is when you’ve had a long day and just want to calm your nerves. Wherever he is, you’ll cuddle yourself next to him and ask for some poetry. Stroking your skin, he’ll either grab a book of poetry, or just go off memory, softly, but meaningfully reciting it, as you close your eyes.

Walk in closet— the man has a great taste in fashion, so there’s not a chance you’re going to be left out of his fashion doting. Silk, velvet, lace, vintage, jeans, shoes galore, literally anything and everything! When you come home from shopping, it’s a routine that he gets a glass of alcohol and finds a seat, whilst you show him everything you got. And when you ask his opinion he actually gives it, not just an “oh that’s nice,” but legit fashion opinions. “I think that would go best with,” type suggestions.

↳ occasionally you get a pause, followed by “I think that would look best on the bedroom floor,” from him. To which you say, “okay, good to know, that one turns you on then” with a smile, biting your lip as you twirl your hips.

More cute nicknames— he calls you his “little dove” / “darling dove.” When you come home late, you typically make straight for the bedroom to absolutely just fall face first onto the fluffy duvet cover. Hearing a familiar footstep come down the hallway, you lift your head and wait for his appearance. Glass in one hand, he leans against the doorway, “I thought I heard a little birdie come in,” he smirks, making you smile, as he walks to the edge of the bed, sitting, he reaches his hand to rest on the other side of your body, “how are you, my dove?”

Top of the shoulder kisses— it’s just a habit he has when walking past you. It can be super sweet or super erotic, there is no in between. It’s either a soft press of his lips against your skin, maybe lingering a little, or it’s an intense, nearly love bite, sensation. When it comes as a total surprise, you silently inhale, pushing up onto your tiptoes for a brief moment, but just enough for him to notice. 

[neonponders]

It’s not a secret that the Harringtons are Jewish. It’s just not really on anyone’s radar since they have their own lives, and non-Christian holidays pass by unnoticed compared to the capitalist-driven Christian ones.

Billy noticed that Steve would be out of school for some days at a time, appearing totally fine so he assumed the guy was just skipping. But then in gym, he notices a flash of gold on Steve’s ankle before a tube sock covers it for gym class.

Then, like clockwork, he comes to school on Monday with a lunch that is weirdly extravagant. His sandwich is made out of a chunk of soft, braided bread.

It doesn’t click for Billy until they’ve already graduated. He’s combining lifeguard duty at the pool with community college classes to get ahead before transferring to a bigger school later. But that religions course is eye-opening. So is the bakery their professor takes them to, hosting a class in the yeasty, sugar-filled space.

The bread is called, Challah. And it’s delicious. Soft, eggy, and mildly sweet, Billy bought a whole loaf for himself to snack on while he worked on assignments. And if he took note of Steve and his mother shopping every Friday evening for their Saturday shabbat, then Billy kept it to himself.

Until Steve is working Saturday night at Scoops. Billy walks right by, and then backpedals like a hotwheels car. “Working alone, pretty boy?”

Steve turned a glare at him while the sailor hat of all things spun round and round on his fingertips. “Covering a shift for Robin. Do you want ice cream?”

“I thought you weren’t aloud to work on Saturdays?”

A brow lifted. “Only if you’re Orthodox. But good luck telling my manager that I deserve every Saturday off.”

Billy licked his lips and let his smirk turn warm. “Then what are you doing for fun after work?”

Trying not to sound too pathetic, Steve sassed, “I’ve got a date with electric heated sheets, homemade pasta, and wine.”

“Can I come?” Billy crooned.

Steve frowned, but he blinked as thoughts moved behind his eyes. “Really?”

Billy’s eyebrows quirked up. “If that’s allowed.”

Steve eased off the counter, sounding unsure but willing. “It’s allowed, but...we’re not friends.”

“I can be friendly.”

“I’m not sure you know what friendly means.”

“Am I coming over or not? What time do you get off work?”

Steve’s eyes rolled under a long blink. “Mall closes at ten. Things are slow, so I can start my clean-up early and be out of here by a quarter after.”

“I’ll be around to follow you, then.”

It’s not that Billy didn’t expect Steve’s parents to be home. He just wanted to not be in his house with his parents. An opportunity for free food and to harmlessly flirt wasn’t so bad, either.

But the house is alive when they pull up. Mrs. Harrington is a proper hostess and opens the door before Steve even tries to unlock it. “Mom, this is Billy. Is he okay?”

“ ‘Course he’s okay! Billy, are you allergic to anything? Have you eaten yet?”

“No, ma’am. Fresh off my shift at the pool.”

“Wonderful. We had a late lunch so we could wait for Steve to get home. Wash your hands, boys. Steve, change your clothes and set out an extra plate.”

Steve diverted Billy’s attention with the offer, “Do you want something other than swimming trunks?”

Billy glanced down at himself and figured he should probably look better for what is technically a religious dinner. “Yeah.”

Except Steve gave him sweat pants.

Sweat pants.

“Aren’t I supposed to look...presentable for this sort of thing?”

Steve peered at him from beside his dresser and remarked, “No? For some families, yeah, I guess. But shabbat is a day of rest. It’s a family day. You don’t have to be your Sunday’s best on a day of rest.”

Billy breathed slowly, as if his exhalations would be too loud to hear the way Steve said that word. Shabbat. The correct way, full of air and soft.

So he donned the sweat pants, and used the hall bathroom to wash his face and arms of sunscreen, thankful for the lotion provided to guests. Feeling fresh and hungry, he went downstairs to find Steve and Mr. Harrington at the table, the latter pouring wine from a decanter.

“Is red wine okay for you, Billy?”

“Yes, sir. I’m not picky.”

“Have a seat and help yourself to the challah. There’s a knife if you want a slice for butter, but we just tear it off usually.”

“Thank you.” Billy didn’t want to sit yet. No one else was sitting, so he sliced off the end of the loaf, smearing butter and jam on it while he participated in the family’s chatter.

Soon, Mrs. Harrington announced, “Okay, gentlemen, grab your plates and load up.”

It was more decadent than Billy ever ate in his life. Homemade pasta with a tomato sauce that was so light that Billy asked for seconds later on. Vinaigrette salad, wine, challah, and some sort of crumb cake.

He plunged his fork into his meal, only to pause. Isn’t there a song or something sung before eating? Some kind of food prayer?

But the Harringtons were already chewing, so Billy didn’t hesitate further.

After wine, food, and more carbs than he ate in a month, Billy made a show of falling backwards over Steve’s bed. “Wow.”

Steve laughed but cornered, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting on those electric heated sheets. Is this the dial here?” He reached for the thing standing on the nightstand with two cords: one disappearing under the bed, and the other toward the electrical socket.

“Don’t you have to go home or something?”

Billy grinned for nobody but himself. “Finally, no. No curfew. Just don’t knock anyone up, and I’m good.”

Steve snorted and took the dial from him. He flicked the switch On, and went across the room to pick a movie for his television. Billy teased, “It’s not that cold at night yet. Are you really cold natured?”

“My parents sleep better with the AC on blast,” Steve replied while sliding a tape into his VCR. “But I can’t stand wearing socks to bed.”

And with that, he removed said socks, and Billy’s eyes landed on the glint of gold...

A tiny star of David hanging from a gold chained anklet. Billy almost said something, but then realized he didn’t have much right to with his own pendant around his neck. Even if he wore it for his mother instead of any religion.

His train of thought got cut short by Steve bodily shoving him across the bed. “You’re a rough date, Harrington.”

“Move over. It’s my bed.”

Things were said. Sass flew around. Billy passed out within fifteen minutes between a full stomach and a toasty mattress beneath him.

He showed up for the next Saturday after that.

And after that.

And then on Friday evenings to help prep the food. He heard Steve sing with his mother for the first time. He began seeing that anklet up close whenever Steve picked him up from the pool for his weekends off - much to the dismay of his pool regulars.

A couple of holidays passed. Holy days featuring more food because, in Steve’s words, “The Temple people can fast. I’m a growing boy. I’ll have my four meals a day, thanks.”

Then one day, after dinner as they sat outside with wine-warm bellies to enjoy the cold, late, autumn evening -

Billy glanced down at the little gift box, shimmering with blue and gold wrapping paper. “What’s this?”

“Chanukah came early this year.”

Billy’s eyes widened at him, but the gift didn’t vanish, so he began to pluck the taped ends. Steve chuckled, “You’re one of those people. You can just tear through it. It’s fine.”

“Shut up. It’s my gift.”

“Oh. Okay.”

It was a keychain. A little menorah that took stupid little silver dubloon batteries for the candles to light up when Billy pushed a button. He liked it a whole bunch.

Day two came with a dreidel pin. “You can stick it into the visor of your car, like a good luck charm.” 

Days three and four were ‘borrowed movies.’

“They’re not gifts if they’re loaned, Harrington.”

“They’re my favorite movies. Take ‘em or leave ‘em.”

Days five and six were records of Billy’s favorite albums. Glossy, black, and new. “I don’t have a turn table. That’s why I use tapes.”

“Save up for a player then.”

“Jee, thanks.”

Day seven was a Friday. Billy got to use the Harrington’s record player all day along with their library to choose the music while they cooked.

Day eight was Saturday, and a potted plant. Billy had noticed it on Steve’s dresser, but now he frowned at it when Steve held it out; not out of dislike, just perplexity. Billy wasn’t sure what part of him gave off plant vibes.

“Chanukah’s about a lamp that kept burning. So...a bouquet of cut flowers seemed disrespectful. The tag says it’s an ‘ornamental pepper’ plant. I got it because the chilis look like Christmas lights. And because you’re spicy.”

Steve smiled his dopey, happy grin, and it was just too much for Billy.

He took the damn plant out of his hands to hold out of the way, and kissed him.

The first second was long and cold.

Then, like a flame bursting to life, Steve leaned into his mouth, tilting his head just right. Billy stretched his arm out blindly, putting the plant on the dresser so his hands could be free. Steve tasted like sweet wine and peppery sage bread pudding. Billy wanted to kiss him all night.

Steve let him - after using the toothbrush Billy brought over for himself.

Along with a couple pairs of underwear and his go-to night shirts.

Washed with a container of his own laundry detergent so he could still smell like himself when he stayed over for the weekend. Steve admitted more than once how he liked Billy’s smell.

And he liked Billy’s breakfasts: sourdough toast, fried eggs, topped with the bacon bits that, turns out, weren’t actually bacon.

Wearing the pajama bottoms he got in a matching set - even though Billy hadn’t given Steve the other pair yet.

Just like he hadn’t given Steve the gold Star of David necklace that he found at a flea market.

Eight things, give or take.

Some they already shared, and some Steve would have to wait for Christmas to get.

[rek1s-headband]

Oh oh! Can we get some hedcanons about cherry adopting a girl who is around miya's age. Like how close would they be and how would others feel about her being his daughter now. Bonus points if uncel Joe and little missy mess with daddy blossom

Xoxo love your work so far, keep it up💙

➯ A/N: This was such an amazing request, I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy :)

Also, i started watching Your Lie in April today, and its AMAZING! So much more than what I was expecting

➯ With a daughter

➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki with a young daughter. Reki, Langa and co. are mentioned throughout!

➯ Warnings: none:)

Having a child had never crossed Kaoru’s mind before, but when Joe had teased him about how “you treat Carla better than you would a child!”, the idea kind of stuck with him. And so, he’d spent countless nights awake, wondering to himself if it was something he truly wanted?

He’d pass parks, seeing parents with spewing babies and toddlers throwing tantrums, wondering if he could actually put up with that? But as he passed the shops, he came across a mother and her daughter, who looked around 12. He watched them pass, a grin on the child’s face as she looked into her shopping bag, examining her haul for that day. And so it was settled

He wanted a baby girl he could spoil absolutely rotten

And the search for a child carried on, and this time instead of baby shops and websites, he was browsing the shelves of Claires and other tween clothing stores. It had only occurred to him over a bottle of wine with Joe, as they were discussing if Kaoru was truly ready for something like this. Instead of a crying baby or a messy toddler, he could simply adopt someone a bit older!

It made sense too. For a single parent, an older child seemed much more doable. Of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Joe was always telling him how he’d help out, yknow, if he actually went through with the damn thing.

Not to mention, the older you get, the more difficult it is to get adopted. Babies and young children will get adopted left right and centre, whereas the child he will take home will have been there for a while. Finally, they will have a place to call a home

He spent months trying to get the approval for adoption, and one fateful day he finally got the letter that yes he could go ahead and take one home. He was ecstatic, spending the next few days finding out the location of every orphanage around his area of Japan. He messaged every single one, asking when their next visiting day was

And so it was set: Kaoru would not rest until he had found his perfect little girl

He went through orphanage after orphanage, searching for someone he could call his own. However, none of the children were lighting that paternal flame inside him. It wasn’t their fault of course, they just didn’t click with him, staring at him any time he tried to talk to them. Visit after visit, he’d go to Joe’s, ready to tell him about his recent fail.

It wasn’t until Joe came up to him with a phone number, asking if he’d been to this particular orphanage yet. Apparently they had a few children aged 12 and up, and were available for visit that Saturday. And so there he was, packing a bag and getting ready to travel to the house. This time felt different, somehow. He could feel his palms sweat, as if he could sense he would take one of them home

When he finally made it to the house, he was a nervous wreck. The lady of the house let him in with a smile, telling him the children were in the backyard playing while she bounced a baby on her hip. Cherry winced as the baby gurgled at him, glad he opted for an older child

She led him outside, gesturing at the children who were sprinting around in the vast field, hiding behind trees and bushes. It was clear they were playing a game of hide and seek. He smiled as he scanned over them, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed one little girl sitting on the step, head in her lap while her shoulders gently shook with tears

He walked over to her, bending down with a soft smile. He didn’t know where this sudden calmness came from, but that was his last priority right now. A little gash sat on the girls knee, caked with blood as it trickled down her shin. He frowned, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe it. She jumped, wincing with shock from the fresh wave of pain, and surprise. Kaoru gently wiped at her knee once more before looking up at her to attempt a conversation

“Hello, is your knee alright?” She shook her head frantically, wiping a tear away from her face. A small breathy laugh escaped him as he watched the child stand, gesturing to her leg

“Nope, not at all. I think its broken, if you ask me. All cause of that stupid thing!” She threw her arm out, gesturing to a pink board Kaoru hadn’t noticed before. A skateboard.

That’s when Kaoru realised it: I want this one

Suddenly he felt a new sense of importance, like he had to make a good impression. He walked over to the board, tutting as he looked down at it. “This is what hurt you?” He looked at it with disdain as the little girl nodded her head violently. Kaoru could see how she hurt herself, the thing was massive, especially for someone her age. It looked around the size of a board he would use.

Grinning, he picked up the board. “Well, want to see something cool?” She watched in wonder as kaoru stood on it, pushing off and turning quickly, popping an ollie over a stray toy. The little girl jumped, throwing her arms up as she cheered Kaoru on. He finished with a flourish, coming back to stand beside her. “What did you think?” She was speechless, simply moving her hands, saying scattered “wows” and making various sound effects. Kaoru smiled, certain that he could teach her more.

When he realized visiting time was coming to a close, he proposed the idea to the girl, who’s name he had come to know was Lily: he’d come back next week, and he’d bring his board. He even promised to find her a smaller boar perfect for her to learn on, saying he knew a friend who could make her one. From there he would teach her the basics of skateboarding, even a couple of tricks once she got that down. She was delighted, bouncing up and down and declaring she couldn’t wait, all the energy of someone much younger than her. Kaoru found he couldn’t stop smiling himself either

He made his way back through the house, Lily skipping alongside him. He explained the plan to the Lady, that he would come back next week for another visit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the lady to request one final thing from her

“Make sure no one snatches her up from me while I’m gone, yeah?”

Needless to say a bottle of wine was opened at Joe’s that night in celebration of Lily, the potential daughter

And so the weeks turned into months, and Kaoru returned each week with his board and some sweets for her and the other children, teaching her everything she needed to know about skateboarding. After a month or so she could confidently ollie without bailing, and next time he visited she displayed it with delight, watching Kaoru’s face light up with pride.

She had taken a real liking to Kaoru, according to the Lady. She refused to pay any other visitors any notice, declaring they “simply weren’t Kaoru.” This is what finally made him realise that maybe it was time to ask if she’d like to live with him from now on, where she could practice with him every day.

When he asked her, Kaoru could’ve sworn he actually saw stars in her eyes. She simply lit up, throwing herself at Kaoru, tears streaming down her face as she shouted yes, of course she would. she wasn’t the only one crying, Kaoru could barely see from the tears in his own eyes, the lady dabbing at hers with a tissue

Once the paperwork was complete and Lily was his, he felt a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had packed her a new change of clothes the day he went to collect her, bringing Joe along with him for emotional support. Lily came flying at him the second he got out of his car, wrinkling her nose at Joe

“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Kaoru” she stuck her tongue out at him from over his shoulder while they both tried to convince her that no, they weren’t a couple, before she ran upstairs to get changed. Joe turned to Kaoru, an almost offended look on his face

“Why were you so adamant that we weren’t together??” “I dont need her worrying she’s going home to a Gorrila” “HEY”

Once they all got home, they threw a little party at Joe’s who had closed a little early specially for it. Kaoru didn’t let her out of his sight, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable with all the new people. Of course, it was only Joe, Shadow, Reki, Langa and Miya, all of whom she would meet eventually, but he still worried in case she got overwhelmed.

She made quick friends with Reki, who was ecstatic from the moment he realised she could skate. The two bonded over it, talking about tricks they’d learned, Reki shouting over at Kaoru because why hadn’t he taught him anything??

Miya was a bit standoffish at first, but when she saw the switch in his hand, the two were instantly bonding over who had better villagers in Animal Crossing, and who had passed more levels in Mario with three stars

As the months went on, Lily really settled into her new life in Okinawa, starting at school in Miyas class. The two were joined at the hip, Miya often coming home to Kaoru’s so they could practice together, or simply study and watch some movies. Reki constantly teased the shit out of the two, talking about how he heard “wedding bells”. This comment earned him a swift whack into the skull from Kaoru, warning him not to tease his little girl

Soon enough Kaoru was making her own skateboard with built-in Carla, who helped her skating improve insanely. As Kaoru said, she was definitely a chip off the old block. Langa and Reki would take her to the skate park with them, helping her land new tricks and would take videos of her to send to Kaoru

Shadow was like a chill uncle to her, bringing her flowers for her room and taking her out to get some clothes and ice cream. Joe was like an uncle too, but a much more untrustworthy one. Would he take her to the park, or would he take her to parts of downtown she definitely shouldn’t have been? Who knows, certainly not Kaoru...

Poor Kaoru can never get a minutes peace. Every second of the day she’s plotting something, waiting for him to let his guard down so she can pounce, scaring the shit out of him. When the others are around its 10x worse, all of them ganging up on him to pull pranks

As well as skateboarding, Kaoru tried to teach her how to do calligraphy. She ended up being awful, blotting the ink and smearing it with her hand. But hey, it was a fun art project that made it onto the fridge

At S, she was watched like a hawk. When Kaoru was competing,the others would be like her bodyguard, making sure no one got within 5 feet of her. She’d watch her dad with wonder, the look of awe never leaving her face since the first day she saw him skate. She can’t wait for the day she can compete, maybe even beating her own dad

The first time Lily called Kaoru “dad” was when he won a race, showing off some amazing skills and winning the insanely close match by a hair. He picked up his board, looking around for Lily. He saw her in the crowd, throwing her arms up and cheering “THATS MY DAD!! LOOK, RIGHT THERE, THATS MY DAD!” When she spotted him, a large grin spread across her face. “Nice job out there dad! You did amazing!! D’you think I can do that one day?”

Everyone was staring at her, she hadn’t even realised she had said anything out of the ordinary. Soon enough Kaoru was lunging at her, picking her up in a hug so she didn’t see the tears quickly forming on his face. With a smile he pulled away, his voice dripping with pride

“Of course you could. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?”

[messers-moony]

Wish | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: Five storms out to time travel after an argument with his wife and comes back to an unexpected surprise.

A/N: Five time travels at the age of 26 instead of 13

He was angry, that wasn’t mistaken, “ You aren’t listening to me! “

“ Are you hearing yourself?! What you’re about to do is dangerous! “ She yelled in response, and he scoffed.

They stood in the main room of their apartment. Y/n was placed in the kitchen leaning on the island while Five was dangerously close to the door. Both of them at the age of twenty-five. They had gotten married only a year before finding each other during one of his trips to Griddy’s with his siblings. He thought she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

Five stalked closer to her, “ You are so stubborn. “

“ I am the strongest one. “ His voice was dangerously low as they stood only a foot apart, “ I will do this. I don’t care what you say. Nothing will change that. “

“ Five, please. “ Y/n begged, “ I’m- I’m just worried about you. “

“ You don’t need to be. “ Five snapped, and he fast-walked to the door.

The male swung open the door, “ Five wait, please- “ But before she could finish, the door slammed, “ I’m pregnant. “

It was new news. She didn’t find out until a week earlier. She didn’t know when to tell him; there never was a suitable time. Now he had just threatened to fulfill a lifetime goal of his– time travel. Since he was a boy, he’s wanted to prove his worth. The only way Five could think to do that is by time-traveling into the future. He didn’t know what the future would entail. He definitely didn’t plan to get stuck in an apocalypse.

So for nine torturous months, Y/n endured a pregnancy. She was carrying a child of her presumed to be dead husband, which she didn’t believe in the slightest. Five Hargreeves was alive, and she knew that regardless of what anyone told her. She had a baby boy who she named Malachi. The same bright, alluring green as his fathers.

Despite his birth father not being around, Diego was a significant help. Diego stepped in where Five couldn’t. He was there for all of Malachi’s firsts and everything in between. But he was always Uncle Diego. A constant reminder that this man wasn’t his father. As far as the little boy knew, he didn’t have a father.

Things got more tricky as he got older. Malachi realized that a father figure was more common than not, which brought raising questions. She answered to the best of her abilities, but nothing was ever valid. None of her answers could be a hundred percent true because she didn’t know either. It was killing her to see her son this way.

He longed for a father. Wanted nothing more for a father-son relationship. Every birthday, every Christmas, he wished for his father to come home. It was killing Y/n because she understood his pain. The amount of dread, guilt, and sadness.

Maybe if she had told Five sooner, he would’ve never left. The guilt ate away at her. It was like an insect slowly crawling its way under her skin into her bones and nibbling them until they were gone. It didn’t help Malachi was an exact replica of his father. The dark, almost raven hair parted to the side, the glittering green eyes and a defined face.

No matter how long Five was gone, Y/n never took off her rings. She was a married woman until proven otherwise. Malachi had never even seen photos of his father. That was normal to him. All he knew was that his Uncles and Aunts told him he looked the exact same. Despite the same appearances, they had clashing personalities.

Malachi was the sweetest guy you could ever meet. Kind no matter who the person was. Wise beyond his years and intelligent like no other. His strong suit was English while he struggled in math. The irony was amusing. His father excelled in math, but he couldn’t do a two-step equation if he tried.

In the grand scheme of things, this didn’t matter. He got all the way up to high school. He was seventeen, to be exact, in his junior year of school. It was the summer before his senior year, and he couldn’t be more excited. As the years went on, the hope of meeting his father diminished to the point where he didn’t even think about it anymore.

He had his mom, and that’s all that mattered. His mom was his rock, his number one supporter, and his best friend. Malachi loved his mom more than anything and would give anything to keep her safe. Diego had grown to be like a father to him, but it was never the same. Malachi was sitting at the island doing homework while Y/n was cooking.

“ Hey, mom? “ He called, “ Yeah? “ Y/n turned to look at her son.

Malachi fidgeted with the pencil in his hand, “ Can I- Can I see your rings? “

“ My rings? Why? “ She asked, “ Well, dad gave them to you, didn’t he? “ Malachi replied.

Y/n nodded, “ Of course he did. We were married, technically we still are married. “

“ I just wanted to see what dad gave you. “ He murmured.

Hesitantly Y/n twisted both her engagement ring and her wedding ring off her left ring finger. She set them down on the granite island before her son so he could look at them. Gently he picked the engagement ring up and looked at it. It was the only time he’s ever seen the ring this close. She never took them off.

“ We got engaged in the snow. “ Y/n informed quietly, “ I really wasn’t expecting it. He never seemed like one to settle down. “

Malachi listened intently, “ Regardless. It was almost Christmas, and he took me to go Christmas shopping at one of the malls which was outside. “ She chuckled, “ Why he did that, I don’t know, but it was amusing. We got hot chocolate despite his love for coffee, and I made him wear a Santa hat. “

“ He was never into festivities before meeting me. Neither were your Aunts and Uncles. I started making holidays become more festive when you were born. Eventually, they got the hang of it. “ Y/n continued, “ Why was dad's name a number? “ He interjected.

“ He never got a name like the rest of his siblings. “ She answered plainly, “ Why? “

Y/n sighed, “ His father, more specifically your grandfather was a cruel man. Still is a very cruel man, which is why you’ve never met him. Reginald made the Umbrella Academy, where he adopted your dad along with his other siblings. “ She explained, “ They endured long days of training without breaks and horrid living environments. They were treated as experiments rather than children. “

“ They all got names, but Five didn’t want one. He rejected it because it didn’t matter. Name or anything. Their numbers would always define them, and Five was the only one who understood that. “ She finished.

“ What really happened to him? I know you’ve given me vague explanations, but I think I’m ready for the real thing. “ Malachi stated, “ I’m seventeen now. “

“ I know. Your father had powers. His others siblings do as well. They all do certain things. Five could travel through space and time. “ Y/n began, “ Growing up, he always felt the need to prove himself, to be better than everyone else. “

“ So, one day, he told me he was going to time travel. It was a big argument that definitely didn’t need to happen. At the time, I was a week pregnant with you, and I didn’t know how to tell him. “ She swallowed the emotions arising after remembering Five’s glare,

“ When I told him, it was too late. He was already out the door and gone. “

Y/n walked forward and took the rings back. She placed them back on her ring finger carefully as her son watched every movement. He knew she was upset. Malachi couldn’t help but be a bit resentful towards his father. All this to make a point? It seemed far-fetched.

“ That solution seems a bit absurd. “ Malachi commented, “ That's what I was trying to tell him, but he was very prideful and stubborn. “ Y/n replied.

A knock echoed through the apartment. The room felt tense. It wasn’t right; something felt off. Malachi felt it immediately cause he stood up and began walking to the door, wanting to protect his mother if a threat was there. Secretly Diego may have given him some defense classes, but that didn’t matter.

The boy opened the door to see almost the exact same face staring back at him, “ Who are you? “ Malachi snapped.

“ More importantly, who are you? “ The man retorted.

Every hair on Y/n’s body stood up. She knew that voice, and she knew that tone. It was him. He was back. It took everything inside her not to scream or cry but seeing Malachi hold his defensive stance against his own father was worrying her.

“ Malachi. “ She called, and he turned to her as she began to walk to the door, “ I need you to go to your room and promise not to eavesdrop. “

He wanted to protest, “ Please, sweet. I’ll be okay. I promise. “

Reluctantly Malachi backed away from the door giving the man a harsh glare that made the man evidently tense. Y/n waited for Malachi to be fully retreated in his bedroom before looking at the man in front of her.

“ Well. It looks like you’ve moved on. “ Five murmured, “ No- please. It isn’t what it looked like. “ She pleaded.

Her hand took his, and he recognized the rings on her finger. The same rings Malachi had just been examining. The same rings he took months to search for to find the perfect fit for his perfect girl. Everything seemed so colorful in his greyscale world now. His wife was still his.

“ Who- Who is he? “ His voice trembled as his lingering suspicion felt more accurate than ever, “ Come in and sit. We need to talk. “ Her voice was gentle and held no malice.

Five entered the now unrecognizable apartment. It wasn’t the same as when he left. In fact, everything seemed moved out of place. Y/n walked to the stove and turned off the burner that she was using. Five had peered at the papers on the island that were math worksheets and took a seat beside them.

“ Where did you go? “ She asked, “ The future. “

“ No shit. What did it look like? “ Y/n retorted playfully, “ It’s not as I hoped. It’s an apocalypse, love. “ His voice held so much pent emotion it was almost radiating off him.

She sighed, “ Okay. We need to talk about that- “

“ I- I want to know who that kid is. “ Five interrupted, and she gave him a knowing look, “ Malachi, can you come out here. “ Y/n called, and instantly he was out of his room.

The boy stood beside his mom, still not comfortable with the unfamiliar man. This time Five got a chance to really look at the teenage boy in front of him. The defined face, the almost raven hair, the same sage green eyes. His posture was protective and territorial, obviously for his mom.

“ Y/n… “ Five began as he swallowed the tears in his throat, “ Is- Is he mine? “

She nodded, “ Five Hargreeves, I’d like you to meet your son, Malachi Hargreeves. Malachi, I’d like you to meet your father, Five. “

[mkaugust]

Stardust

“Stardust? A twenty four hour bar, Lily? Really?”

“Not a bar, Remus! Well I mean it is a bar, but it’s more of a lounge?  A coffee shop, but cozy?  I don’t know if they even serve alcohol during the day. I think that’s just at night.  Come on, Remus, it's supposed to be really nice!”

“Doesn’t sound like a great place for studying, but fine, I suppose we can check it out.  We’re going back to the library for our study date next week though!”

“Yes, a one time exception, I swear!  Unless we really like it or something, you never know!”

“You're killing me, Lily.  Alright, I’ll see you there at three.”

Remus waved goodbye to Lily and headed to his next, and final, class of the day.  After this, it was studying with Lily, then he could finally head home.  Hopefully, before his light headache turned into a full blown migraine, but that might be asking for too much.  Coffee might actually not be a bad idea today.

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Remus walked into the bar, and looked around for Lily.  There was no sign of her yet, so he took his time looking around.  Luckily, it wasn’t crowded and it was even fairly quiet.  Louder than the library, sure, but not as loud as an actual bar.  What word did Lily use to describe it?  Cozy.  Yes, he supposed it was a bit cozy.  A good mix of the typical tables you’d expect in any coffee shop and couches and softer armchairs like were becoming popular in more trendy coffee shops.  Definitely seats you could lounge in.  There was even a large fireplace, currently unlit, in one corner, and what looked like a small stage in another.  Remus picked a puffy looking armchair in front of a coffee table to sit at and was pleased to find that it was soft, yet supportive, not overly broken in yet like he was worried it might be.  No stains either.  Maybe this place wasn’t so bad.

Remus reached into his bag for a book, thinking he’d get started on some reading for next week’s class and wait until Lily got there to order a drink.  As he straightened back up, he locked eyes with a tall man clearing the next table over.  Before he could look away, the man gave him a blinding smile and immediately walked over.

“Hello!  I’m James, one of the owners of Stardust.  Have you been in here before?”

“Uh, no. No, I haven’t.  I’m meeting a friend. To study. Here.”

Remus was mortified to realize he was rambling and quickly shut his mouth, desperately trying to keep his eyes from wandering.  He would not blatantly check out this insanely attractive man right in front of him.

“Awesome! Well, welcome!  There’s menus on the tables as well as by the counter.  You can order by there whenever you’re ready.  Or…just let me know if you need anything.  Yeah, definitely that, let me know if there is anything I can do for you.”

With that James winked and walked off, leaving Remus perplexed.  Was he flirting? Surely not.

“Hey!” Lily surprised Remus out of his concentrated effort not to watch James walk away.  Nope, he definitely had not looked at his butt or anything while he walked away.

“Hello!” Remus greeted Lily back.

“Wait, who are you looking at?” Lily asked, turning not nearly as subtly as Remus would have preferred.

“What? No one! My book!  Hey, look there’s a menu on the table, what do you want to drink?”

“Yeah, alright.  Yeah, I’ll definitely let you order, gives you an excuse to see that guy up close, right?”

“There’s no guy!”  Remus couldn’t help glancing at the counter while Lily laughed at him, and sure enough he was right.  Well, sort of right.  James was not behind the counter, but the person who was…Remus was definitely not opposed to looking at them either.  He was maybe a little intimidated to talk to them actually.

“Sure, whatever you say.  Will you order me this?  Ooh, sounds so sweet and yummy!”  Lily pointed to some absurdly named drink on the menu.

Remus took two deep breaths before getting up and heading for the counter.  He watched the frankly beautiful person behind the counter hand a cup of something caramel colored to another customer before they turned to him with a smile in their eyes.

“James told me to watch for you. I’m Sirius.  What can we do for you?” Sirius’ expression could only be described as sultry, and Remus was immediately overwhelmed.  

Another customer stepped up to the counter with a loud “excuse me,” interrupting before Remus could speak. The look on Sirius’ face changed immediately when they turned away from Remus to handle whatever problem had arisen.  Whatever it was, Remus certainly didn’t have it in him to pay attention, was dealt with quickly and the sultry look returned to Sirius’ face when they looked back at Remus.  This really seemed like flirting now!  From two people, who both worked here, at once?  Remus didn’t know how he could possibly respond.  Was he supposed to pick one?

“Sorry about that.  What was your name?  I’ll need it for your order of course.”

“Uh…Remus.” Remus cleared his throat.  

“Remus.” Wow, the way his name sounded coming from their mouth really did things to him. “What can we get for you, Remus?”

“Um. I just need um caffeine you know? Lots of it probably. Oh! And my friend, for her a uh. Crap she told me…it was the sweet one?”  Remus gestured to a menu board, any memory of Lily’s order details completely forgotten.

“Alright, no problem.” Sirius replied with a laugh. “An cappuccino for you then maybe?  I’ll make it a double shot?  And the sweet one for your friend, of course.” Another laugh.  Remus was weak at the knees from that laugh, having to lean a little of his weight onto the counter in front of him.  He’d embarrassed himself enough already without actually falling over.

“Yes, cappuccino, perfect, thanks. I don’t know why I didn’t just say that.”

Like a moment out of one of Remus’ nightmares, James walked over to join Sirius behind the counter as Remus was finishing his sentence.  James looked immediately to Remus with a tremendous smile again, while simultaneously slipping his arm around Sirius’ back in a very intimate gesture.

“Hello again!  Sirius taking care of you alright then?”

“Uhh yes, yes of course.”  Remus closed his mouth quickly fearing he would start drooling or something ridiculous at the picture of the two of them together in front of him.

“Just getting Remus all settled with a cappuccino.”  Sirius winked at Remus.  

“Perfect! We’ll bring it right over, on the house.  For, uh, new customers.” Another wink from James this time.  Did they expect Remus to survive this?

Remus blushed hard and retreated quickly before he could embarrass himself any further.  He rejoined Lily at their chosen coffee table and, after a questioning look from Lily that he dismissed for now, Remus attempted to resume his reading.  When James walked over a few minutes later, he seemed to get the message that the two students were at least attempting to get work done.  He did not attempt further conversation, to Remus’ simultaneous relief and disappointment; he simply placed their drinks gently on the table in front of them and walked away with a smile a touch more genuine than professional for Lily and a long glance at Remus that bordered on outright leering.  Remus only managed to look away at the shortened gasp he heard from Lily.

Following her gaze, he looked down at his drink. His drink, which was placed on top of a paper coaster on which it appeared James had written his name and phone number, with a large x.  Remus could only assume it was an x as in a kiss.

Remus was avoiding Lily’s pointed looks by staring intensely at his books, though he had accepted that he would not be getting any actual work done today with all the distractions. He simply needed to look busy while he processed what was happening without Lily’s well meaning interference.  He was so busy looking busy that he missed Sirius heading their way until a cookie on a plate was placed on the table in front of him.  Startled, he looked up straight into Sirius’ eyes.  Sirius’ blue-grey, highly hypnotic eyes surrounded by eyelashes that should be illegal.  Sirius’ eyes that turned up in a smile as Sirius laughed lightly at what Remus guessed was the ridiculous expression on his own face.  

“Thought you could use it.  The cookie, I mean.”  With that and a final slow blink, Sirius turned on their heel and walked away, Remus staring after them until Lily cleared her throat.  Remus refused to look at her, choosing instead to pick up the cookie.  This was possibly a mistake as the cookie had been placed on a napkin, and on the napkin was, of course, Sirius’ name with a heart and their number.

Remus closed his eyes, took three measured breaths, and attempted to pull himself together.  He was not stupid.  He knew what was happening; he was now certain they were both flirting, and with another look towards the counter to see James give Sirius a light but slightly lingering kiss he was fairly certain he could confirm that they were, in fact, together.  Two more deep breaths and he was brave enough to give Lily a smile, though he immediately asked her a question about the book she had opened in her lap before she could say anything else.

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Remus managed a full two hours of this with no small amount of effort, keeping Lily from talking about it by distracting her with study related questions or comments every time she seemed ready to start in on him.  He did actually manage to get some work done once he had calmed down and accepted the realities of the situation.  Though neither James or Sirius attempted conversation with him again, it was clear that this was only out of respect for his apparent engaged studying with Lily.  Neither of them actually kept their distance.  There were water glasses brought to them by James when they finished their coffees that were kept diligently refilled and the small touches of Sirius lightly grasping his shoulder or tracing a finger down his exposed arm as they walked by to buss the nearby tables.  All of this accompanied by more lingering glances, intense though brief eye contact, lightly suggestive winks, and smiles.  Wow, did James ever have a blinding smile.

With a sigh, Remus began packing his books back into his bag.  As tempted as he was to stay, he knew the migraine he had been pushing off all day would make an appearance if he didn’t get home.  Lily packed up her things too and gave him a final questioning look that again went unanswered before they walked out side by side.  Remus was sure to lock eyes one last time with each Sirius and James on their way out.

Remus may be a bit overwhelmed, but he wasn’t stupid.  He didn’t know what this was or where this was heading, but he wasn’t going to pass this up so easily.  Within five minute of Remus walking out the door, both James’ and Sirius’ phones vibrated with text notifications.  A new group message notification, the both of them and a third unknown number.

Remus xx

[natsukitakama]

Headcanon : From friend to boyfriend

Author note : I’ve got nothing to say I’m fucking loser just enjoy it ♡ For my page setting I got the inspire from two blogs @/tokrev-roses and @/Tokyo-fukushu (go to see them they’re incredible they make such a wonderful jobs ♡ and if you guys saw it well I didn’t mention you because I didn’t want to bother you 👉🏻👈🏻) I didn’t know if it would work but I tried. 

Warning : Swearing - mention of fight - child it might be dangerous to be a thug so don’t do it I guess ?

Masterlist

Manjiro Sano - 佐野 ( さの ) 万次郎

I can see him dating his childhood friend, I mean the man actually likes them protecting them ? He would even get extra attention if he is dating you so why don’t give it a shot ?

Obviously your relationship didn’t start like this (I mean not entirely)

You were living quite close to him I mean like on his neighborhood and one day you just saw him walking around probably getting back from school. A lollipop in his mouth, his hand behind his head the little boy was walking as if he was ruling the city (he might but you haven’t known yet), as a child you were kinda curious to know him since he seemed to be around your own age.

So you walked to start a conversation with him, as expected the little boy was pretty chill about everything so it was easy to talk with. You two talks about everything and anything at the same time until the little boy’s tummy was yelling for foods, laughing at his state you decided to buy him something since he was your very first friends.

After asking him what he wanted you moved into a Konbini

That you discover that his favourite was Taiyaki and Dorayki

You two started to hang on frequently (every day to be honest, each time he saw you leaving school he either ran into you or yelled to go home with him). People sorting to think that you two were in love with each other even though you both claimed that you were friends (even part of the same crew).

You even started to go into the same martial class as Baji, knowing it was his grandfather ruling everything, so you could spend more time with your new friends and get to know him more.

He never failed to amaze you, and took great pleasure of doing so many techniques just to see you getting all impressed.

He also enjoys seeing you working hard to do the same techniques he does previously

Two buddies.

That was your label for a long time until you started to notice your own reaction around him.

It was pretty silly at first. When he was too close to you, you felt your cheeks coloured in red. When he was smiling at you you couldn’t help but smile at him too, you discovered you were weak for his pouty face. Also whenever he was touching you (brushing his hand at yours or even touching like when he is taking your wrist to look at him so he would pout to have his precious Dorayaki he was craving for).

Honestly you just thought that you were starting to be a fan or something which was a little bit embarrassing.

But nothing to be worried about

Then, You’ve started to feel that it was maybe more than just a friendship or at least you were loving him more than you should.

You realized one day that you were in love with him, when he decided to kick your bullies’ ass without telling you. Like you once told him about those teenagers who were bullied you and that you’ll work even more harder so you could kick their ass. But it wasn’t on Mikey’s taste like all he heard was « Y/N is in danger I must protect them » and so did he. He walked into your school looking for those bastards.

Once he found them it was already over for them, he quickly kicked them off and as expected they weren’t as strong as they thought they were just in groups. What he didn’t expect, was you looking at him beating the shit out of your bullies.

The way he was beating each of them, how he was easily taking them down, the way he was fighting for you to protect you. It was the last thing you needed to fall deeply in love with him.

Even if he was still a little boy, his aura was quite something from behind (though he is quite small) he looked like an adult. A true leader.

You couldn’t think more about it because he turns in head into your direction raising his brow « what are you doing ? Let’s go I’m hungry y/n » he then smiled at you.

During your walk into the closest Konbini he was acting as if he didn’t previously fight against teenagers while still being well a little boy. You two were as usual talking about everything and anything until you found the shop, then he proceed to whine about not having money to buy Taiyaki or Dorayki.

Since you couldn’t refuse anything at him when he was all pouting you proceeded to buy his favourite foods

But being the young baby you were you didn’t understand that all the feelings you were feeling, how you cheeks tend to be red around him, how nervous you were when you walked together, how worried you were sometimes when you saw him his covering with some bloods (even though you knew it wasn’t his).

It took you one year to actually understand that you fell in love with him, and that you might screw your relationship because of that.

In fact when you finally aged up to go into junior high school, you started to have other friends than Mikey (it doesn’t mean you didn’t talk to him anymore quite the contrary). And those friends were particularly interested on one thing « crush ».

You’ve never heard about crush before, I mean you were aware of the attraction between two people but as a child you weren’t interested in him especially since your close friends (Mikey for exemple) didn’t give a damn about it, so you did the same.

Talking with those new friends made you realized that you had a crush on your best friends

Things started to get weird between you two

Cause whenever Mikey was around too and a little bit too close to you, you started to freak out afraid that he might discover your secret. So you tried your best to be a little bit distant with him

Which honestly broke his little heart, he kept wondering « why Y/N isn’t walking with me anymore ? » Why aren’t we sharing foods anymore »

It didn’t help that he started to really miss you, and was craving for well, attention from you

He never realized it but he was craving for your praise or approval. Like whenever you were sipping over him being so cool, he couldn’t help but to flex his chest with a smirk looking at Draken (as if he didn’t give a shit about your praise)

Also he was starting to feel a little bit nervous ? Everytime you were riding his bike and put your hand around his chest or waist for support he couldn’t help but feel nervous and relax at the same time.

One time when you were daydreaming as Mike was driving you home after school, you nuzzled your head on the crook on his neck. Smelling his smell, and his warmth you were starting to feel sleepy. You didn’t notice it, but when you put your head on his neck he started to shiver, his ears were a little bit red too, his heart was beating like hell.

He didn’t expect you to get so comfortable around him, but was he concerned ? Absolutely not, he even enjoyed it knowing you were so good with him

But then it happens, he started to dream about you. Every night he didn’t spend on thinking about his brother and what he could do to protect him, prevent his death, his night was decimated to you.

One time you two were driving together talking about everything, on other time you two were sharing some foods on the beach his hand around your waist as you were putting your head on his shoulder.

He even once dreamt about you two kissing, like you were on a picnic date together he did some funny face to make you laugh and just feel it. He wanted to kiss you, and being the blunt guy he is he just put his hand on your cheeks and then kiss you. To his surprise you hug him as one of your hand moved to his hair so you could kiss him more.

He woke up that night his face all read, his index on his lips (as if he could still taste your lips on his).

Those dreamt kept coming again and again

So he knew something was wrong so he talked to Draken who just looked at him as is he was dumbest man of the world « Mikey you’re just in love with Y/n »

What do you mean just in love ? He was the god damn leader of a gang, he was Mikey the invicible and yet he falls in love.

How he wishes his brother was still here to help him

Because he didn’t any idea how to handle this ?

The real issue according to Draken was to know if you were interest in such relationships especially since you two know each other since you were a child. They were a probability according to him that you weren’t interested on him but according to his sister Emma they were a high probability that you were in fact into him. She couldn’t prove it though.

It took him so many days until one day he had enough, he just wanted to talk about it so he could dream peacefully. No one knows about his « weird » dream and honestly he couldn’t take the risk of Draken knowing about it he wouldn’t see the end of it

So one day he just drives into your school and was waiting for you, to be sure that you won’t avoid him pretending of not seeing him. He parks right into of the gate and was making so noise with his bike. Everything so you would notice him.

Of course you saw him, and since he looked straight into your eyes, you knew you will go home with him (not that it bothers you quite contrary but it was starting to be more and more difficult to keep a straight face around him)

So you didn’t try to escape or anything afraid he might be sad or worst angry against you, and you moved behind him on his bike so he could drive you.

Much to your surprise, he wasn’t driving you home, in fact he was driving into that forest where he kissed you in his dream (something told him he must go here to succeed so). Which was starting to confuse you like where were you going ?

Knowing when he got something in mind you couldn’t fight you just decided to wait until he would park to confront him about it.

But again you couldn’t manage to say anything, as soon as he parked his bike he was already walking into that spot the one he saw in his dream to confess. So you had no choice but to follow him knowing you couldn’t get home until he decided so

When you two reached the spot Mikey was looking for, he finally turned into your direction looking right at you.

He looked very serious, he got that face you know ? The one he got when he was ruling a Toman’s meeting. You got Mikey the invisible in front of you, and even if you were used to see him leading you still were surprised (and a little bit scared) when you were confronting the leader and not your childhood friends.

Unconsciously you gulped which Mikey noticed and couldn’t help but chuckled a little bit

« You know it’s not funny to make fun of me Mikey »

« You’re just too tensed it’s funny »

« No it’s not *sigh* you’re just so serious right now what’s happening ? »

« Are you afraid of me y/n ? »

« Uh ? What are you talking about of course not »

« Then why are you avoiding me so much ? »

« I-I’m not I just »

« Don’t lie to me Y/N »

« I’m not I swear I’m not avoiding you Mikey I just got so many things in mind I-i’m sorry if I hurt you in anyway » (of course you couldn't just straightly tell him that you weren't seeing him as much as before because your heart decided to beat like a damn drummer each time you were closed to him)

« Well that’s good then »

« Good ? »

« Yeah I couldn’t scare the person I love it wouldn’t make sense »

« (…) Wait what ? »

Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, you’re face was all read you didn’t even notice you high-pitched voice.

All you notice was Mikey holding his stomach with both of his hands, laughing so loudly tears rolling on his chest, his smile was so big.

Damn, I wish I could see him more like this was all you could think at that moment

When he finally calmed himself he just looked at you smiling and proceed to repeat himself « You hear me y/n I’m in love with you »

Before you could even realized, you ran into his chest holding him for dear life. As Mikey didn’t expect you to literally jump into his arm he couldn’t managed to catch and to keep his balance at the same time, so you just ended up laying on the floor, you on the top of him. He didn’t mind though, having you close to him relax him more than he could realize.

As you were mumbling something against his chest, he didn’t have any choice but to stand up a little bit while holding you so you two could be face to face. He then asks you to repeat yourself so he could hear you two.

« I love you too Mikey »

« *chuckle* Guess we’re dating each other now »

He didn’t kiss you that but he promised himself to do things like his dream, he wasn’t worried anymore he got you by his side.

[ye0ncore]

— enhypen as cliche romantic tropes

paring: enhypen x female reader

genre and rating: g, fluff

warnings: none! just a whole lot of fluff :)))

hi loves! i hope you guys are okay with all the reactions i’ve been posting! i really enjoy writing these! but not to worry, i have a heeseung fic in the making that should be out soon 👀 i really like how this turned out, so im hoping you guys do too! let me know what you all think, i always love hearing feedback from you guys <3

reaction below the cut <3

— heeseung as strangers to lovers

i saw this one and immediately thought of heeseung. you two would have had no clue the other existed, until you randomly bumped into him one day. he was on his phone trying to talk to jay about something and wasn’t watching where he was going. he looked up to apologize and froze at the sight of you standing in front of him. he was even dumb enough not to get your number or even your name. he was just waiting for the next time he bumped into you, and thankfully, that was soon. he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip past him this time.

— jay as workplace romance

it wasn’t a crazy job that the two of you would meet at. it was actually a smaller office job that the two of you worked at, in which your cubicles were right next to one another. your boss had asked you and jay to work together on a project, and the two of you meshed together really well. the project was done quickly and efficiently, your boss being quite impressed. from then on, you and jay only grew closer, your feelings for one another growing rapidly. sneaking glances at each other in the break room, small smiles every time one of them would begin to ramble. it didn’t take long for jay to make his move, and you were beyond glad that he did.

— jake as forbidden love

this one is probably the most cliché of them all, but it’s just so jake to me. your families had been enemies for generations. no one on either side even looked at the someone from your family. but when you and jake ran into each other in the garden in the center of town, it was over. before you knew it, you two were sneaking out of your homes, just so you could see each other. you knew you and jake could never be together, but the more time you spent with him, the more you were willing to risk. jake was worth all of the possible outcomes, the good and the bad.

— sunghoon as first love

you and sunghoon met each other in middle school. you were in the same math class, and the teacher happened to sit you two next to each other. the both of you were never very good at it, so you were always at after school tutoring together. the both of you grew quite close in a short amount of time, feelings beginning to blossom. but when high school came around, the inevitable happened. you two drifted apart, dated other people, and graduated. but everything changed when you ran into him at a local coffee shop. it was like you two never stopped talking, and you both realized that the feelings you had never went away. he was your first love, and hopefully, your last.

— sunoo as best friends brother

you and your best friend have known each other for a very long time. your parents were best friends, so you two had known each other practically since the womb. growing up, you always had a small crush on sunoo, but you never said anything. you were terrified to mess up the relationship you had with your best friend. however, she knew you better than that. she saw the way you looked at sunoo, so she decided to play wingman. after she mentioned everything to her brother, he was a lot more talkative with you, eventually telling you how he felt. you really did have the best friend on the planet, and now, the best boyfriend.

— jungwon as soulmates

the second jungwon showed you that little shape on his wrist that matched yours, you knew you two were meant to be. i mean, that’s the whole point of a soulmate mark, right? you and him had always been close, and you refused to show him your mark until he showed you his. you pulled down your sleeve, revealing the matching mark, his jaw dropping when he made the realization. you and jungwon were fated to be together. written in the stars. and you two were most definitely not complaining.

— niki as hallway crush

you first noticed niki on the first day of school. you were walking to your second period when you walked past him, having to do a double take to make sure you saw what you thought you did. his visuals were on a whole different level, and you ended up seeing him multiple times throughout the day. it eventually got to the point where you would actually look forward to going to school, simply because you got to see niki everyday. one specific day however, you were walking with your friend when you passed by niki. she shoved you into him, hoping that it would get you two to begin to talking. you apologized profusely, him simply laughing at your reaction. from then on, you and him talked quite often, your feelings for him only growing. little did you know that you were his hallway crush too.