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ohmygoodnessgraciouss · 3 years

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Reality Check - Chapter 5

Here we are once again! Check out the #Reality Check Masterlist tag on the bottom if you need the other chapters. A new masterlist will be created sometime this week! Enjoy! <3 I love you all 3000

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023. The two bonded over the loss of their partners. It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend. Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

Notes: Y’all are going to lose your minds. There are no warnings. I can’t spoil when we’re this close. Just know that this has been in mind the entire time. I couldn’t let you all know the entire plot so early on ;)

Just as you were finishing up breakfast the lights went out. The only light now was the sun peeking through the windows of the kitchen, illuminating the room with a soft glow. The bacon was still sizzling in the pan and you groaned. Suddenly, the water pipe burst in the sink as well, causing water to spray everywhere. “Can this day get any better?!” You ran over to the water pipes underneath the sink, turning the valves until they shut off completely.

Water continued to drip from the counters, soaking everything near it. Just as you were grabbing towels Loki walked in, his eyes still showing signs of sleep in them. “What happened? I heard you yelp,” He asked, concerned.

“The power went out and the water pipe burst. A great combination if I do say so myself.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as Loki brought a few more towels over, covering the floor and stomping on them to soak up the water.

“Don’t worry about it love, these things happen.” He smiled a little, trying to help you feel better about it.

“Well, look at it this way,” You said, walking over to the other side of the counter. The plate of pancakes and bacon sat there, perfectly made, unharmed from the water. “Fate gave us a break with breakfast.” You grinned, holding up the plate to him. He laughed lightly and pulled out two smaller plates from the cupboard.

“A not-so-perfect start to the day, but a start nonetheless.”

You placed the plates in the sink once you were done, completely forgetting that you couldn’t clean them up just yet. You thought about what you could do and decided it may be best to go see if Wanda or Geraldine were having similar issues. It would be a chance to get out of the house and find out if the entire neighborhood was having these problems too.

“Loki, I’m going to go out and see if anyone else is having problems. It could be better than asking an electrician to come over just yet.” You stated, putting your shoes on. Loki walked over to you before responding.

“Alright, stay safe, my love.” He kissed the top of your head. You smiled at the affection but you were slightly confused.

“I’m just going out around the neighborhood. I’ll be alright, I promise,” You laughed a little. Loki’s concern seemed so out of place for him. You didn’t remember him ever being that protective of you. Then again, how long ago would that have been exactly? “What’s got you so worked up lately?”

“It’s nothing much. It just feels like so much is changing so quickly. And it feels like you’re changing with it. Not-” He quickly stopped himself, “Not in that sense. I mean, it’s changing you in a way that I’m worried will harm you.”

“Things may be changing, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It’s good that there’s change. Maybe it’s something we need here.” You smiled. “I’ll see you later, hon.”

You walked out the door and down the street. Oddly enough, there weren’t many people outside. Taking a peek into their windows you could see that it was all dark. Not a single light shone in them, nor did a person walk by. It was like they were frozen in time.

As you made your way to Wanda’s house, you noticed Agnes and Vision talking. It looked like Herb was next to Agnes. The three of them seemed to having a nice discussion as they laughed about something. What you found odd, however, was the man standing across the street watching them. His black hair was slicked back and he was in a suit. It was Scott.

You waved over to him and walked across to say hello. After the ordeal that went down with him yesterday, a part of you was just drawn to him. You weren’t sure if you wanted to apologize for being rude or find out what he was going on about. Either way, he noticed you and smiled, breaking your train of thought. “Y/N, how lovely to see you.”

“Hey Scott, what’s with the suit? It’s a Saturday, who goes to work today?” You asked, laughing a little. He looked down to the ground quickly before meeting your eyes again. A kind of sadness seemed to loom in his eyes.

“I had to go into the office today to take care of some work. The boss apparently decided that I needed to get something done by Monday if I wanted a promotion. It didn’t take long, but it ended with a meeting so I had to make sure I dressed properly.”

“The boss needed you on a Saturday? Well, I can’t say much, except that I feel sorry for you.” The two of you shared a laugh which she seemed to catch Agnes’ eye momentarily. You noticed the quick glance she gave the two of you before resuming her discussion. “Well, aside from that, how are you doing?”

“Well, I’m... Alright, we can say. I was actually looking for you, so I’m glad to see you.” He said. Your head tilted in confusion.

“Me? Why were you looking for me?”

Something in his eyes seemed to change again. You couldn’t place your finger on the emotion though. He hesitated before he responded, as if he was trying to choose his words carefully before replying. It was like he needed to know what the right answer was to a simple question. “I wanted to check on you. Gossip spreads around this town faster than you think. Agnes had already mentioned you running off from the talent show to me. I wanted to check on you.”

“Check on me? Oh, that woman. She’s so nosy, it drives me up the wall sometimes. I swear if you ever mentioned what you told me to that woman, she’d let the entire town know in less than sixty seconds,” You shook your head. He chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“Yes, I know. That’s why I trusted you with that information and not her. However... I wanted to apologize for that. That was a lot I asked from you in such a short amount of time, especially when we had just met. Could we start over?” He asked.

“Absolutely, Scott. I wouldn’t want anything else.” You grinned.

“Wanda, are you sure you want to go here?” You asked, looking down at the address she had written down. She nodded, watching you grab the car keys and pull on a jacket.

“Vision wanted me to go there. He wanted me to see it. Even if he’s not there to see it too.” She looked down dejectedly. You brought her into a hug before pulling the address up on Google Maps.

“Alright, let’s go see this place.”

The drive itself was quiet, the radio muted as you listened to the directions. Neither of you spoke a word on the three-hour trip. It was all the way over in New Jersey, which confused you. What was so special about this place?

You drove into a town that seemed run down. People still lived in it, clearly, as you saw them walk down the cracked pavement following the street. Some sat down in front of restaurants as others spoke in hushed whispers, clearly confused by the visitors coming to their town.

You turned down countless streets that all looked the same. Houses lined up next to each other with busy lawns, filled with weeds and trees that grew to monstrous heights. Some of the homes didn’t seem to be very well taken care of, leading you to believe they had been abandoned there for years. “Are you sure this is it?” You asked her once more, breaking the silence.

“Yes, I’m positive.” She looked down at a paper that she had finally pulled out ten minutes ago. You couldn’t look down to see it, but out of the corner of your eye you saw red markings on it.

“If you’re sure. Then, this is it.” You pulled up to an empty lot that sat between houses. You stopped the car, watching her take a deep breath. You finally looked at what the paper was. It was a deed for the land. The red markings were a heart, with a small message from Vision. You smiled sadly at the note.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for doing this.” She said, her voice failing her towards the end. You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as she unbuckled.

“Do you need some time here alone? I need to go get gas anyway for when we leave. I can come pick you up in a few minutes.” You offered. She contemplated it for a minute before finally nodding. By the downward turns at the corners of her lips you could tell she couldn’t say anything. She got out of the car wordlessly and walked to the center of the lot.

You drove away, watching her with sad eyes through your mirror. You knew she needed this moment and you hoped it would only help her move on.

You drove about a mile outside of town to get gas when you noticed the bright burst of energy behind you. You could only watch in amazement as the red magic filled the air, creating a huge barrier. You recognize it immediately as Wanda’s magic.

Instead of getting gas you got in the car and drove back to Westview, reaching the barrier. Its magic swirled and the energy radiating from it was warm, almost trying to drag you in with it. You walked slowly to the barrier, looking for anyone else around. There wasn’t a single soul.

You knew you should’ve called someone, anyone, to help you. You had no idea what this magic would do, but as you pushed your hand through it you knew it was too late. You were immediately pulled into the barrier and you blacked out.

“Y/N, may I ask you a question?” He asked, watching Agnes talk to Vision once again. You followed his eyes, noticing the strange aura that seemed to float around them. It looked tense, as if they were about ready to start fighting about something.

“Of course, what is it?” You asked.

“Do you remember the time-” He stopped himself. “Nevermind, it’s not important.” He saw Agnes look over at him, a deadly glare in her eyes. Whether it was from fear or anger, her eyes seemed to send a chill down his spine involuntarily. “I should get going. There is some more business I must take care of and I’m sure you were on your way somewhere too.”

“Oh, yes! I was going to see if Wanda or Geraldine had power. It seems like the power went out in a few parts of the street, so there’s your warning. You may go back to a dark house!” The two of you shared a laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” He began to walk away as you walked across the street. Vision and Agnes were tense, so maybe you could break the ice.

“Hey neighbors, how are you all doing?” You asked. They turned to you, their faces breaking out in wide smiles.

“Hi hon, what are you doing all the way over here?” She asked.

“I wanted to see if Wanda was having any issues with the power as well. It seems like something knocked out the power down the street.” You smiled. Agnes nodded understandingly.

“Unfortunately my house got knocked out too. I just got it back though, so you may be in luck when you get home,” She turned to Herb once she finished her statement.

“Well either way, hello Vision, how are you doing?” You asked, turning to him now that Agnes clearly didn’t want to talk anymore.

“I’m doing just fine, Y/N, thank you for asking. Well, I could be better.” He said, looking over to the house momentarily.

“Why’s that? Something wrong at home?”

“Well, no not exactly. Wanda was pregnant and she just had our two sons, Billy and Tommy.” He said it proudly, but then his mood took a turn. “I’m just not prepared for it. I’m worried something will go wrong.”

“Wanda was pregnant?!” Was the first thing to come out of your mouth. The last time you saw her was just yesterday and she wasn’t showing at all. How did it happen so quickly?

“Yes, she was. It was a surprise to us all, I can assure you of that. A happy surprise, of course,” He chuckled, trying to ease his worries himself.

“Oh, don’t start with that Vision. This will be wonderful! You two have an even bigger family now. And you know everyone around here is going to be super supportive of you two the entire time. We’re all neighbors, we’re here to help whenever you need it.”

He smiled, looking at the ground. “Thank you very much, Y/N, it means a lot. Wanda and I will probably need it every once in a while. Handling one son would be a handful, but handling twin boys will be a challenge we didn’t expect.”

“It’s nothing you guys won’t be able to handle, I’m sure. Is she feeling alright? Could I go see her?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. I’m sure she would be delighted to see you,” He smiled, stepping aside. “I have to discuss something with Agnes anyway, so I will see you inside.”

You smiled and nodded, walking into the home. There you saw Wanda and Geraldine holding the babies. “Well isn’t this a joyful surprise,” You commented. Wanda turned around quickly, her eyes lighting up at your presence.

“Y/N! Welcome, come in, come in,” She smiled, looking down at Billy in her arms. “I want you to meet my boys, Billy and Tommy.”

Geraldine smiled softly and handed Tommy to you. His eyes were shut but you could tell he looked just like a perfect mix of Wanda and Vision. He fit in your arms perfectly, snuggled in his blanket. “They’re beautiful, Wanda.”

Tommy slowly woke up, his bright eyes staring up at you in curiosity. You were surprised to see newborns be so active, but what did you know about babies? Maybe they’re just a little different.

He stuck one of his arms out of the blanket, pressing his hand up against his eye as he slowly woke up, trying to rub the tiredness out. He cooed a little and you could see the love in Wanda’s eyes as he did. “Hey there, little guy,” You smiled, holding up your hand near him. When you placed your pinky in his hand he immediately grasped it. It was such a simple act that made your heart skip a beat.

You giggled and slowly moved your finger away from him. “Oh, Y/N, could you please go grab something from my bedroom upstairs. I have a book up there on the shelf. It’s the second door on the right. It’s a baby book and I want to know what else to expect from these two,” She said, pointing up the stairs.

You nodded. “Of course! Here, Geraldine, can you take Tommy?” You gave her Tommy and started making your way upstairs.

You found the door and entered. It was a simple room. The bed had a dark frame with white sheets. The red comforter was tucked in neatly and the pillows were underneath. The bedside tables had matching lamps, a clock on one side. To the right you could see a closet hidden by two doors. A bookshelf stood next to the closet. That must have been the shelf you needed.

The bookshelf was littered with different colored books of all sizes. One was a dictionary, another was a fiction novel, another seemed to be on some sort of philosophy. It was almost like you could pinpoint whose book was whose.

The one book stood off to the side. A baby blue cover, a little binkie on the front. The title was simply “What to Expect: The First Year.” It had a small red glow around it, much like the items in the store just yesterday. You picked the book up and the glow dissipated. You flipped through the pages lightly while beginning to walk out of the room.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud crash come from downstairs. You ran towards the stairs, hiding immediately when you saw the large hole created in the wall. Wanda stood across from it, the eerie red glow surrounding her hands. It had to have been Geraldine who had gone flying through the wall. She wasn’t there anymore and the hole was large enough for a person.

You watched in amazement as Wanda began moving her hands around, the wall repairing itself. It was like magic. The red glow faded from her hands and she straightened out her dress. She turned back towards the twins.

To avoid raising suspicion, you began walking down the stairs. “I found it!” You said, handing the book over to her. She smiled and thanked you for it, opening the book to a specific chapter. “Where’s Geraldine?” You asked, looking around innocently.

“She had to go. She didn’t belong.”

Oh yeah. You have to get out of there.

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Scott walked up to the house, knocking on the door. He straightened out his suit as he waited for an answer. This had to be the right house. No other house was like it on the street. If it wasn’t, he was about to be in big trouble by the boss.

Loki opened the door, a gentle smile on his face. “Hello-” He was immediately cut off as Scott walked in, taking his shirt collar. He shut the door and slammed Loki up against it. Loki’s eyes widened at the action. “What are you doing?”

A knife was quickly placed against his neck. Scott glared at the man before him with steely eyes. “Who are you?”

“And why are you pretending to be me?”

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pagingdoctorbedlam · 3 years

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Hello again! Now that I know who you write for, I'm back with a request! Can I please suggest Sanji x Reader (if that's okay) with the following summer theme prompt? I'm actually really curious to see your take on Sanji. 😳

“some asshole left their dog in the car in the blistering heat and we both noticed and are debating on what to do” au

Thank you so much for doing this! 🥰

Hi Luxi, and thanks for bringing me my first-ever askbox fic prompt! (the prompt list is here for anyone interested)

The idea for this fic sprung into my head soon as I read the prompt, so I hope you enjoy...

"Dog Days: A Sanji x Reader Fic"

You hadn't even made it halfway to the store when you noticed the dog. Not that it was hard to ignore; the poor mutt surveyed the entire parking lot from the window of a jacked-up pickup, and its baleful barks escaped the tiniest crack in the window. The day was hot enough that you were sweltering soon as you stepped outside; you couldn't imagine how bad it must be for a fuzzy dog, much less one trapped in a truck.

Soon as you heard the mutt, all plans derailed. You couldn't just leave it there, and who knew how long the owner might be gone? You racked your brain for a plan, but you had to think fast. The dog's whimpers were already getting weaker.

When you strode up to the car, someone else had the same idea. A tall blond strode up to the opposite side of the truck, eyes so narrowed they looked about to shoot lasers. The truck was large enough that it had running boards to reach the doors, but he hopped right up with a water bottle. The dog shuffled over at the sight of a human, and as the stranger dripped cool water through the crack in the windows, the dog eagerly lapped it up. Its tail still barely wagged, even that exertion too much in this heat.

"This dog can't stay in here," you said as you stared at the locks. The truck didn't have a keypad, thank goodness...and as a matter of fact, it had one of those manual locks on the inside, the sort you pulled up to unlock the car. Which would've been perfect if you weren't wearing sandals. "Hey. Weird question, but are you wearing shoes with laces right now?"

The blond looked at you through the truck window. "Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"I think I can get the truck open, but I'll need to borrow a shoelace."

You figured the guy would refuse, or at least ask questions as to why you needed his darn shoes. Instead, he hopped down from his side of the truck and ambled over to you. He was a handsome guy, now that you got a good look at him. Tasteful button-down shirt and slacks even in this weather, slick blond hair with bangs that covered half his face in a way that looked more mysterious than old-school emo...the curly eyebrow was a little odd, but in a quirky way. Made him more handsome, in an odd way. Especially when he put one foot up on the running board and unlaced his shoe, sliding the string out and handing it to you with a determined nod.

You formed a small lasso with the shoestring, then slid it into the crack in the window. All you had to do was lower it onto the lock, tighten the loop, and pull.

"You happen to be a master thief or something?" The blond asked, simultaneously curious and impressed.

"Nothing so fancy. I'm just real bad about leaving my keys in my car. Keep an eye out in case the owner comes back, okay?"

The stranger nodded and hopped back onto the running board to peer over the top of the truck. Meanwhile, the mutt inside crawled up to the front seat, curious at this new development. It thankfully seemed smart enough to recognize that it was being saved, and didn't bat at the string. Just a little more, and...there! You tightened the loop and pulled the lock up with a satisfying click.

Three things happened at once.

You pulled the door open.

The mutt leapt into your arms with such force, you fell off the running board.

And the car alarm blared with the fury of a thousand hornets.

You clutched the mutt tight to your chest and prepared to hit the pavement, but you instead fell into a pair of sturdy arms. The wind hit your face as you opened your eyes; the blond was bolting full-tilt through the parking lot with you and the dog in his grasp.

"Where's your car?" He shouted.

"Left it home! I took the bus! Where's your car?"

"I walked!" His shoes slapped against the pavement, and you belatedly realized that the shoestring had been left behind in the chaos, still looped around the lock in the still-open door of the truck. Your imagination ran wild with cops somehow tracking down your prints from the shoestring and chasing you down for kidnapping a dog.

"Are we being chased?" You asked.

"Don't know! Not looking back. But if I ever see this dog's owner, I'm kicking his ass!" The blond took a sharp turn, narrowly avoiding a collision with a gaggle of college students. "I'm taking us to my work. There's food and A/C there for the dog, and we can figure out what we're doing from there."

You couldn't think of a better plan, and you wouldn't abandon the mutt at this rate, especially as it licked your face in appreciation. So you nodded and wondered where this bizarre day would take you next.

You'd heard of the Baratie, never had a chance to eat there. Not for lack of funds or interest; it just never came up. So imagine your surprise when you found yourself at the local favorite restaurant before opening, sitting next to a mutt happily lapping up water, the blond stranger humming nearby as he cooked up a meal in the kitchen. Because when he said "get the dog food", he didn't mean ordinary dog chow, but serving up the dog a homemade feast to make up for the ordeal it had just endured.

You had no idea what the dog's name was, or if it had one at all. It had no nametag, just a cheap metal choke-chain you'd swiftly removed. The dog seemed healthy enough, but there were patches in its fur and the scrapes of a rough life outdoors. You decided that, even on the off-chance that someone chased you down for dognapping, you'd refuse to give the mutt up. It deserved a far better home than the one it came from.

Still. "I can't believe I just stole a dog with a random stranger," you said aloud.

"Well then, let's fix that," the blond said as he wandered out with a pair of plates. "I'm Sanji, and here's lunch. Can't be strangers with a name and a meal together, huh?" He set one down in front of the dog, who happily immediately dug into a feast of meat, brown rice, and assorted canine-safe veggies. The other, he set on the table in front of you. You blinked; he'd asked you off-hand questions about your food preferences when you'd arrived, but you hadn't expected him to actually cook for you too.

"I...thank you. And nice to meet you, Sanji." You gave him your name, and his entire face brightened as if it were music to his ears. "Look, this is really sweet, but I don't have a huge amount of cash on hand."

"That's fine. This is on the house, for your heroism and quick-thinking." Sanji took the seat opposite you with a soft smile. "If you hadn't come along, I don't know what I would've done. My only plan was to break the window, but that might've hurt the dog."

You took a bite of your meal. A medley of flavor danced across your tongue. "You know, reasonable folks would've...I dunno, gone inside and had customer service call over the intercom. Or called the cops. Made it someone else's problem."

Sanji shrugged. "Maybe. Think I would've stuck around anyway, saw it through to the end. Had to know if the little guy was alright." There was a softness in Sanji's eye as he looked down at the dog, who chowed down on its meal as if it had never seen food in its life. It was a look of understanding, the sort that came with a history one didn't ask about lightly. Made you curious about this handsome stranger, one who'd drop all plans and leave behind his own shoelaces in order to help someone in need.

You said, "Thank goodness for the unreasonable people of the world, then. Speaking of which...what're we going to do with the dog? I could try to smuggle it into my apartment, but the owners don't allow pets, so I'd have to be careful."

Sanji's gaze flitted up to the ceiling. "My apartment's right over the restaurant. I can keep the dog here."

"Your landlord won't mind?"

"Not if he wants to keep his best chef around. Besides, he's a sucker for underdogs. If the old owner comes back for this little guy, Zeff will toss the guy out by his ears." Sanji winked and turned to the dog. "What do you say, huh? Wanna' stay here with me? Fresh food every day and no choke-chains." The mutt barked in approval, tail wagging at full speed.

Sanji turned to you again. "You're free to visit, if you'd like. I mean, I can't take the dog out during work hours...but like, on breaks, or before we open?"

You smiled at this handsome stranger, with his heart on his sleeve and a sparkle in his eyes. You realize that yes, you'd be more than happy to see him again. "I'd love that. Besides, I'm pretty sure I owe you a new pair of shoelaces..."

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vs-redemption · 3 years

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Omg can I get scenarios about how you think Fatgum and Mirio would react if they found out that their crush thought they didn’t like them?? 😭😭 ty!!!!! ❤️

From Cindy: Wowzer! I really liked this request but it took me a couple days to get some ideas worked out in my head. I’m happy with the way they turned out, and I hope you are too anon!!

A Crush?! (Fatgum x Reader) and (Mirio x Reader)

FATGUM

When Taishiro Toyomitsu first opened his hero agency in the lively city of Osaka, his first priority had been to hire a cook to work there. Because his quirk relied heavily on the amount of fat stored up in his body, it was important to have a constant source of food available. Snacks and small meals between and during patrols did little to keep him fully powered, so finding someone who could meet his extreme dietary needs was of the upmost importance.

The first few people he’d brought onto his team hadn’t worked out so well. Even though he had no complaints about their food, they just couldn’t seem to keep up with his immense appetite. They got too caught up in the presentation, plus the portions were just too small. When the BMI hero finally hired you right out of culinary school, he was relieved to find your approach to his food conundrum much more satisfying.

He never had to worry about going hungry when he got into his agency anymore. Not only did you made sure there was plenty of food readily available for him, but you also kept his diet balanced with healthy foods that contained enough calories to fatten him up for his patrols. The food itself kept Taishiro’s stomach happy and full, but the effort and care you put into your work definitely started having an effect on his heart too after a while. Your dedication to keeping him in top shape drew his attention until he found himself starting to look forward more to seeing and talking to you than even eating your delicious food.

Taishiro wasn’t the type to lie to himself about his feelings. He knew perfectly well that he’d developed a little crush on you. He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about confessing though, or if he even should. His schedule didn’t leave much time for dating, and he didn’t want to start something if he wasn’t going to be able to dote on you the way he was starting to desperately want to.

Little did he know, on the other side of things, you were struggling to deal with the feelings you had for him too. You had always thought your boss was a nice guy, but after seeing his jolly and friendly behavior every day, you couldn’t help the crush that had creeped up on you. You tried your best to put it out of your mind, assuming there was no way a great hero like Taishiro could return your feelings. It wasn’t as if he did anything to make you feel otherwise. He was as kind and encouraging to you as anyone else you’d seen him interact with. It was just that you knew the nature of your job made your personality come off a bit too overbearing to really spark a romance. You constantly berated yourself after each and every interaction you had with him, physically cringing as you remembered the nagging comments you’d made.

“I know you need the calories for your quirk, Taishiro, but don’t forget to eat some fruits and vegetables too.”

“Eat another bowl of rice, Taishiro. You never know when you’ll need that little extra push when fighting a villain.”

“Taishiro, don’t forget to take the leftovers with you in case you get hungry out there! It’s better for you than all that street food you’re always picking up on patrol.”

When you thought about it, you really pestered him way too much. Sure, it was your job to feed him, but still, he was a grown man. He didn’t need you bothering or lecturing like he was some kind of kid. The only reason you even acted the way you did was because you cared and worried about him, but how it came across was probably annoying and patronizing. This is why you were confident he’d never like you the way you liked him.

Eventually, the combination of your feelings for him and the concern over his impression of you becomes too much and you decide to confront him. You get to the agency early one day and make him some fresh jelly filled donuts.

“Hey! You hardly ever make stuff like this!” Taishiro chuckles, “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s my way of saying thank you for putting up with me,” you shrug awkwardly. “I know I’m a bit of a nag sometimes.” Your words take the hero by surprise.

“I don’t think you’re a nag at all!” He sounded upset to hear you say that. “I hope I never gave you the idea that I did.”

“No,” you shake your head. “You didn’t… I just figured you were nice to me just to be polite.”

“What?” Taishiro shakes his head, “You couldn’t be further from the truth. If I’m being honest, I’ve actually developed quite the soft spot for you.” You look up into his eyes, a feeling of hope spreading through you.

“Yeah,” Taishiro laughs and scratches the back of his head bashfully. “I guess you could say I have a bit of a crush on you.” The conversation had definitely taken an unexpected turn, and you couldn’t be happier.

“I…” You hesitate for a moment but then give in. “I have a crush on you too! I have for a while. I never dreamed you could feel the same way.” The smile that stretched across the hero’s face warmed your heart.

“How could I not feel the same way?” He chuckles while patting his large belly. “I’ve never met anyone else who could keep both my stomach and my heart so full.” His words were music to your ears. And now that you both were on the same page about your feelings, you could sit down together and start discussing important questions about the future, like where he was going to take you on your first date.

MIRIO

Getting a job as a server at the mundane little diner on the outskirts of town had only meant to be a temporary gig to help you save up some extra money for school. Your campus was just a short train ride from the restaurant, and your apartment was even closer. It wasn’t glamorous or anything, but it paid the bills. Besides, it was just a stepping stone in the path to your dream job, so you were more than willing to deal with it until a bigger more fulfilling opportunity came along.

What you hadn’t expected after starting the job was that you’d be terrible at it. You didn’t realized how bad your short term memory was until you found yourself forgetting people’s orders, or taking meals to the wrong tables. If that wasn’t bad enough, you also had a hard time balancing plates of food and were always dropping glasses and silverware accidentally. Luckily, your boss was a pretty chill and forgiving person and hadn’t felt the need to fire you yet. You really didn’t want to go through the trouble of finding another job, so you continued doing the best you could each and every day.

A few weeks after being hired, you started to feel the tiniest bit more confident about your abilities as a server. At the very least, you were getting better at remembering orders. Thankfully, there were a lot of regulars that got the same things every time which made your job easier. You were just starting to get into a comfortable routine when life decided to throw you a curveball. There was no way you could stop yourself from tripping over your own feet and almost spilling some poor customers breakfast all over the floor when you saw the pro hero, Le Million, walk into the diner with one of his hero friends. Thankfully you managed not to fall on your face or drop any food. Your relief was short lived, however, when Le Million walked right over and took a seat at a table in your section.

You knew it was going to be a disaster as soon as you walked over and forgot what you should even do. Being so close to Le Million was triggering a meltdown in your brain. He was your favorite hero and you honestly had a huge crush on him. Having him looking right at you with those cheerful blue eyes and wide friendly smile was extremely overwhelming.

“Uh…” You stood there blankly with the pen and pad in your hand.

“I think we’re going to start with something to drink!” Le Million speaks up with a light laugh which sparks you back to life.

“Ok, right!” you shake your head and try to focus. “What’ll you have?”

“I’ll have coffee,” he says before gesturing to his companion. “I think you usually take hot green tea right?” The friend nods so you write the order down.

“A hot green tea and a coffee for Le Million,” you mumble without meaning to.

“Oh, I’m on my lunch break!” he corrects you with a grin. “So, you can call me Mirio.”

“Right,” you nod excitedly. “Mirio”

You do your best to function as you continue to serve him. You somehow bring black tea instead of green, but Mirio just waves off the mistake with a wave of his hand. You swear you write down the correct order for him word for word, but humiliation consumes you when his friend points out that there were tomatoes on his hamburger even though he’d asked for none. You offer to bring him a new plate but he tells you it’s unnecessary. He doesn’t even pick off the tomatoes before taking a huge bite.

When Mirio and his friend finally leave, you feel yourself deflate. You were thankful the embarrassing experience was over, but part of you wished you’d made a better impression. The universe must’ve been out for you because the next day, it decided to grace you with a second chance. Mirio walked back into your diner with his friend, taking the same table as the day before. You tried to do a better job at serving him this time but you still fumbled a few things. This continued for a few weeks. For some reason, Mirio kept coming back and sitting in your section. You had no idea why since he must be sick of your horrible service by now. You tried to think of a logical explanation for a while, but always came up empty.

“Um, Mirio,” you tell him one day as he hands you the money to pay for his bill. “I know I’m not the best server in the world, so you don’t have to sit in my section every time.”

“But then I wouldn’t get to talk to you!” Mirio replies instantly, looking taken aback by your words.

“Oh,” you hadn’t expected a response like that. “But I always mess up your order.”

“That’s all right!” Mirio perks back up, “As long as you keep doing your best, that’s what matters! Plus, I’ve been sort of biding my time, looking for the right moment to ask for your number. I think you’re really cute.” He winces a little bit as if preparing for rejection. The confession startles you and you somehow end up missing his hand while giving back his change, causing coins to scatter across the counter. Mirio just smiles and helps you pick it all up.

“I can really give you my number?” you ask in shock once the money is back in his hands.

“Yeah!” He assures you, “As long as I’m allowed to call it!” You felt yourself blush, but managed to stay calm enough to grab a napkin and scribble your number down. Mirio thanked you before heading out with his hero friend to go back on patrol. It was less than a minute later when your phone buzzed in your pocket with a message from your hero crush.

It said, “I can’t wait to see you again tomorrow!”

You’re still in a state of shock as you hug your phone to your chest. You’d initially taken the diner job as a way to save money for school, but maybe fate had brought you here for something else entirely.

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ayatosmlktea · 4 years

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A/N: The things you think of while cutting tomatoes. @bakugoustanaccount this is for you because you deserve some Bakugou fluff. Sorry if it’s kinda shit. Getting back into writing was way harder than I thought. Culinary School Bakugou AU

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: None, fluff

Pairings: Bakugou x reader

Disclaimer: I know nothing about culinary school. So don’t roast me. I tried my best!

Tags: @babybabydoki, @thesecretnerd27

Bakugou was not a man of words, at least not when it came to expressing his feelings. Sure he had no problem giving people a piece of his mind when they pissed him off or when things were not up to his standards. But talking about his actual feelings, like the crush he’d harboured on you for a little over a year? Not a chance in hell were the words coming out of his mouth.

In all honesty, Bakugou wasn’t sure why you stuck around him. He had been such an ass to you the first month of classes, constantly ragging on you for your lack of coordination and time management in the kitchen. In his defense, you were amateur at best and probably shouldn’t have wasted all that money to get into one of the finest culinary schools Japan had to offer.

‘It looked like fun’ was all you had to say. Your reasoning had shook the blond to his core, and he had been certain that you’d drop out within the first week or two if he was being generous. However, much to his surprise you’d been persistent in trying to succeed.

You eventually got fed up with his incessant criticisms and had bit the bullet to ask for his help. Bakugou wasn’t sure what to say, the image of you clearly distressed and face slick with sweat, chef’s coat covered in stains tugged on heartstrings he didn’t know existed. Begrudgingly he agreed, after all it was a boost to his ego.

He held it over your head ever since, constantly bringing up the cause for your sudden improvement due to his culinary genius. The two of you somehow grew closer after that, more often than not you found yourself over at his apartment until almost four in the morning coming up with new recipes, trying out different flavour combinations and inevitably eating way too much.

“I think this is the best one so far” you manage to get out in between bites of cake.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, dumbass.” He grumbles, flicking your forehead roughly. Sticking your cake clad tongue at you burst into a fit of laughter as Bakugou cringes.

“That’s disgusting,” he muttered carrying empty plates to the sink and running hot water over them.

“Seriously Bakugou, I think you’ll get an A plus with that cake.” Scoffing loudly Bakugou is grateful his back is turned so you can’t see the huge blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Shut up and help me clean up, brat”

“Always so eloquent Katsuki” you grin unaware of the way the sound of his name rolling off your tongue sent his heart into cardiac arrest.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

You were always clumsy, something that Bakugou knew all too well. The amount of times you’d almost cut yourself trying to catch your knife that was about to slide off the counter was enough to guarantee early heart failure in the explosive blond.

You shared the same workstation as Bakugou and while he was always one to throw himself head first into their assignments for the day; he was finding it harder and harder not to get lost in watching you bite your bottom lip while you read the day’s recipe.

The dark circles under your eyes a testament to how hard you’d been working to catch up with the rest of the class. Bakugou probably wouldn’t directly tell you but your pairing skills had drastically improved since the first month of classes.

Your knife work was becoming more seamless and uniform and the smile you’d flashed him when your instructor had complimented you on it made his stomach clench with butterflies.

“Thanks I guess” you smirked later that evening. It was now routine for the two of you to hangout after class, going back to either of your apartments to try and get ahead for the next lesson. Plus it helped that you always managed to whip up dinners that rivaled any pricey restaurant you’d ever been taken out to.

“You guess? If it wasn’t for me your ass would be failing” Bakugou retorts hottily, his gaze watching your fingers as they glide a potato across the madalin a little too carelessly for this liking. Your eyes were focused on him, attention not on the extremely sharp blade that was capable of slicing your fingers in half.

“Watch your fingers dumba-” before he can even finish his sentence you yelp in pain pulling your hand back dropping the potato and cradling your fingers against your chest.

“Fuckfuckfuck” you hiss repeatedly squeezing your fingers together to try and stop the blood from seeping out.

“I fucking told you to be careful!” Bakugou growls grabbing a paper towel and running it under water before wrapping it around your fingers.

“I was being careful!” You shot back through gritted teeth. It was obviously a lie, but you were in pain and your pride was hurt at being called out on your bullshit.

“Tch you’re bleeding all over my floor dumbass, this is careful to you?” Your recklessness annoyed him, and the fact that you weren’t taking it seriously made him even more angry.

“Okay whatever! I’m an idiot, glad we worked that out” you snapped back, the painful throbbing of your fingers was making it hard to match Bakugou’s sarcastic energy like you usually did.

You didn’t want to look at your fingers as he unwrapped the soaked towel from around them, the sight of all that blood was making you light headed and before you knew it you were hyperventilating.

“Oi, stop freaking out! It doesn’t look that bad! I don’t think you need stitches.” He shouts and while it would have made anyone else freak out more it helped you calm down. If Bakugou was calm, something was definitely wrong.

“Hold this tightly” he grumbled before disappearing into the bathroom.

Against your better judgement you looked at the gash across your pinky and ring finger. They were fairly large cuts but at least you couldn’t see your bone...right?

“Didn’t I tell you to hold it?” Bakugou’s voice makes your shoulders jump, a guilty smile on your face as you press the wet towel over your fingers. It made you squeamish but you knew that bleeding out was far less appealing than a few minutes of pain.

“Since when did you get a first aid kit?”

“Since I became friends with your clumsy ass” he muttered under his breath.

“Did you just call us friends? Wow, I truly have peaked. Thank you God”

“Shut up or I’ll kick you out”

“You wouldn’t dare” you were right, he wouldn’t have. But you didn’t need to know that.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

Throughout the next year your friendship with the blond only grew. You had met his close group of friends who he would never call his family, but you had learned to read between the lines with Bakugou. Mina often commented on you being the only other girl he’d managed to get close to in his life, and while you blew her off every single time it made your stomach flutter with butterflies at the possibility of something more.

Bakugou paid attention to a lot of things, even if it didn’t seem like it. Small pieces of yourself that you revealed in passing casual conversations stuck to his brain like glue.

The longer you stuck around him, the harder it was becoming to push down the growing feelings he had for you. There were only so many times he could watch you bite your lip without imagining tugging it between his own teeth. It was the last class before you would have two weeks of in between semesters. Two weeks where Bakugou wouldn’t see you on a daily basis, he wasn’t even sure if you wanted to keep practicing together although he hoped you’d ask him to rather than having to bring it up himself.

“My fingers are about to cramp in this position forever” you huff, adjusting the grip around your knife before continuing to peel potatoes. A stray piece of your hair had fallen from your bun and without thinking Bakugou reached out and tucked it behind your ear.

You stopped mid-sentence as the tips of your ears turned bright red. When his brain finally caught up to his actions Bakugou didn’t speak to you for the rest of the class, the pounding in his chest was almost painful. He had left before you had finished cleaning up your station.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

He ignored your texts and calls, he needed to sort out his feelings. He hadn’t expected to let you this close to him, to worm your way into his heart and become a part of his routine. He didn’t want to fall in love with you, but everything about you that he had found annoying quickly turned into everything he loved about you.

The crinkle of your nose when you didn't understand something, the way you wandered over to his station to steal extra pastries off of him. Your compliments always made his heart skip a beat, it shouldn’t have been so important to him but Bakugou found himself craving your praise more than your instructor.

Slamming the door closed a little harder than was necessary he dumped his bag on the floor and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He needed to get your smell off of him, his fingers still tingled with electricity if he thought back to the feeling of skin under his touch.

Bakugou couldn’t deny that he had more fun with you than when he was working alone. Even if you did get distracted every five seconds. It was stupid, you occupied every waking thought he had. He couldn’t even cook without turning to you to get your opinion on a recipe before realizing you weren’t there.

The empty pit that dropped in his stomach every time he thought about messaging you only grew as the days dragged on. You hadn’t messaged him since last week and it was a little pathetic to admit that every notification ping had his heart racing, hoping that it was you.

But why would you do that when it was him who had started this war. Bakugou’s pride was going to be the death of him, he would have rather died than admit that he was in love with you. His stubbornness wouldn’t allow himself to admit that he needed you more than he had wanted to believe. So what if time passed slower without you, he’d find things to fill the void. So what if he missed the sound of your laugh, it didn’t matter. He had other friends.

Nothing tasted good anymore, there was always something missing in everything he cooked. He couldn’t be bothered to try anymore, most of his nights ended with the kitchen in a mess and him cursing loudly in frustration. You were missing. He couldn’t fight it anymore, he needed to apologize. Everything felt incomplete without you. Classes were starting in a few days and he knew he needed to fix things before then.

Come over for dinner. At 8. If you’re late I’m not letting you in.

Wow, not even a hello.

It’s free food, dumbass.

Fine.

Bakugou’s hands trembled slightly as he put his phone down, it was far from perfect but it was a start. Throwing on his jacket he felt a surge of excitement and passion that he hadn’t felt for nearly two weeks.

He would make it up to you.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。..·

Your stomach growled as you stepped foot into Bakugou’s apartment. You were still mad at him for ignoring you but God if his cooking wasn’t enough to make your resolve crumble.

“7:59, you’re really cutting it close huh?”

“I was debating whether to come or not” you replied smoothly, hanging your jacket on the coat rack. Your answer felt like little needles poking him in the chest, this was going to be much more difficult than he had anticipated.

Bakugou noticed that you looked more put together than one the days he’d invited you to come over and cook before and he couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with your feelings towards him. Not that he was complaining, the outfit you had chosen hugged your body in all the right places, not to mention your lips were looking extra kissa-snap out of it. If he messed it up now there would be no going back.

It’s not a date. You repeatedly told yourself, and yet you had still put in more effort than you should have. Maybe you had worn your sheer lacy black top on purpose, it was just a confidence boost after all. And most definitely not because you were trying to give him a sneak peek of what was under it.

It had been far too long since you had invaded his personal space and the smell of his cologne had your body buzzing with nervous energy. You had hoped that after the hair incident something would have happened between the two of you. But you hadn’t expected him to ignore you. You shouldn’t have been surprised, it shouldn’t have hurt, but all the nights you had spent at his place had you feeling like maybe there was room for something more.

“Whatcha making?” You asked peering over his shoulder.

“It’s a surprise” he muttered, turning around to push you out of the kitchen.

“Well I can still smell it” you retort, swerving around him to turn on the oven light but before you could reach it Bakugou grabbed your waist and tugged you backwards.

“I said it’s a surprise! Don’t go and ruin it”

“You’re no fun Katsuki” you sigh, trying to act as nonchalant as possible while his palms burn their imprint against your skin.

“Trust me Y/N! Stop making this harder than it needs to be!” There was no winning against Bakugou when he was in a stubborn mood. Pouting you make your way back to the couch because you weren’t allowed to be in the kitchen until it was time to eat.

It felt oddly comfortable being in his apartment, you’d never really been left to entertain yourself before. If you closed your eyes it almost felt like he was your boyfr-nope. You were not going to go down that road. Every rational thought was screaming at you that it was stupid to believe he harboured any feelings for you, especially after what had happened two weeks ago.

“Oi Y/N! If you wanna eat, get your ass up” Bakugou shouted from the kitchen and you snapped out of your daydream. Definitely not your boyfriend…

You were ready to whip out a snarky comment but the words caught in your throat at the sight before you. It was...dare you say romantic. Bakugou’s eyes were watching you intently while you struggled to gather your thoughts. The room was dimly lit with a few candles, your eyes glued to the dish of pasta in front of you.

“Are you just gonna stare or are you actually going to eat?” Bakugou pulls out your chair and the cage that were guarding your butterflies was threatening to break open.

“I’ve never seen anyone make lasagna look so...romantic” You laugh, letting him push your seat in for you.

“It’s your favourite isn’t it?” He asks with a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. Your heart is hammering forcefully against your ribcage, in the entire year you’d been friends with Bakugou you’d only mentioned it a handful of times. To be honest you weren’t even sure he had been listening to you, the reasons behind his motives for making your favourite dish had your cheeks heating up.

“I didn’t think you’d remember that” you mumbled.

“I remember a lot of things” For some reason the way he says it has you clinging onto a hope you know you shouldn’t. Bakugou was not in love with you, it was purely coincidence that he’d made your favourite meal.

It didn’t mean anything.

At least that’s what you tried telling yourself, until he brought desert out. Conversation had eventually begun to flow easier than it had in the beginning, probably due to the two glasses of wine that you’d consumed. You weren’t tipsy but you were definitely feeling bolder than before.

“Is that what I think it is?” you gasp as Bakugou sets down a pie tin. The surge of pride he feels at your wide eyed stare was comparable to nothing else. You can feel your mouth watering as he cuts you a piece of cheesecake.

“Ohmygod Katsuki this is so good!” you moan as you take a bite of cheesecake. It’s salted caramel, your favourite. Something weird was happening, something you might not have had the balls to pursue under normal circumstances. Liquid courage igniting your veins, you force yourself to make eye contact with crimson orbs and ask the question you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to.

“Why did you ignore me?” You can almost see the wheels turning in his head, and for a second you wish you could melt into the floor and disappear. The silence was suffocating and you seriously considered just grabbing your coat and dashing out of his apartment.

“It’s okay if you do-”

“I have feelings for you”

His words shock you and for a moment you can’t tell if what you had heard was a figment of your imagination.

“What?” every nerve in your body is on edge, fight or flight system ready to bolt the hell out of his apartment if things go wrong.

“I have feelings for you, dumbass! For a whole year, and I didn’t want to deal with it because I’m scared to fuck it up! I’m not good with words, the only way I can express myself is through cooking.” It takes a moment for it to click in your mind but his amused scoff and eye roll when your eyes light up with recognition are almost endearing.

“Wait, so you did all this...to confess?”

“Isn’t that just what I said?”

“So, what if I said I liked you too?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your throat suddenly felt way too dry.

“Then I’d kiss you” Your stomach was doing somersaults and you were sure that under normal circumstances the nerves alone would have made you puke.

“I like you too Katsuki” the look Bakugou gives you is almost feral and before you can react he’s already moved to cup your face in his hands. The second his lips touch yours, the cage inside your stomach breaks open and butterflies are spreading throughout your body. Your hands tangle themselves in soft blond locks, angling your face to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you respond without hesitation. You can taste salted caramel on his tongue and it has your head spinning. Who knew Bakugou Katsuki was such a good kisser. Maybe he was boyfriend material after all.

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Rules of Engagement 1/? (Henry x OFC)

Summary: Henry and Em have been friends for almost ten years and involved in a casual affair for just as long. The rules were simple: no romantic attachment and their friends and family couldn’t know. Easy enough to do right? However, when new complications emerge, Henry and Em will need to navigate this relationship of theirs, if they can even call it that. Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 06

Author’s Notes: Here it is. My first official series for Henners. I’m strangely nervous, because it’s sort of my baby and I have been putting lots of work on it for a couple of months now. So I would really, really appreciate feedback if you could take some time to do it.

Wordcount: 4815

Warnings: alcohol consumption; smut (oral; dirty talk; penetration)

Chapter 01: Casual Affair

It was by pure chance that when Emeline’s flight coming from Istambul had technical difficulties while on air, they stopped in Budapest of all places. However, it was straight bad luck that what was supposed to be just a quick stop turned into an allnighter due to more serious engine problems, with her new flight being scheduled for the next morning.

She considered just getting herself a hotel but it was nearly ten p.m. she was exhausted and Em really didn’t want to deal with finding a half-decent place to crash when she could just call Henry. That was what friends were for right?

Henry came, of course. That was the kind of person he was. Kind and helpful. Dependable. He hugged her tight, since they hadn’t seen each other since Clara and Todd’s baby had been born, before taking her carryon like the perfect gentleman and ushering Em into the rental car he had been using during his stay.

During the drive, he talked in an excited tone about the series and all the work he had to do. Em could only smile at the huge grin on his lips and the glint of excitement in his blue eyes. It was quite something to see Henry this happy and engaged with a project. Em was truly glad for him, but she was also tired, never being one to sleep on airplanes, so her contributions to the conversations were just hmms and nods every now and then, not that Henry seemed to mind.

“Did you eat?” Henry asked once he parked at the driveway of the cute white house and its perfectly maintained lawn that had been his home for the last couple of months.

“Airport food? Please!” she pulled a face, making Henry laugh as he led the way through the stone pathway.

“You’re such a food snob,” he commented, pausing by the front door, and Em was already smiling because she could hear Kal’s whines through the door.

“I’m not. I just have good taste.” Em dropped to her knees to pet and greet Kal which shot out the second Henry opened the door.

She had always loved dogs but never had a chance to have one for herself. At first, her father didn’t allow it, but once she moved out Em didn’t really have the space to keep one so she channeled all her dog mom tendencies towards Kal.

“Sometimes I think you’re only friends with me so you can see Kal regularly,” Henry teased once she let go of the dog long enough to step inside and Em smirked at him.

“You are not wrong, Cavill,” she said, her gaze traveling over the tasteful décor of the house, but her focus was instantly drawn to the kitchen and as soon as she shook off her coat on Henry’s waiting hands, she made a beeline to the room, in Em’s opinion the most important part of any house. “I love your kitchen.” She ran her hands over the wooden countertops and light blue cabinets.

“Technically, it’s not mine,” he chuckled, moving towards the fridge. “I have aubergine lasagna leftovers. Want some?”

“That sounds disgusting,” Em said with a grimace. “But it will do.”

She settled at the isle with the heated lasagna, once again listening to Henry babble about the project and his castmates and how things were going in the set. Some of it she had already heard since they texted every day, but Em enjoyed listening to Henry and actually missed his deep baritone voice.

It made her glad that she chose to do this, instead of staying at some crappy motel by herself, awake most of the night since Em had a hard time sleeping in other beds that weren’t hers. At least here she had Henry and she missed him.

“So how was Istambul?” he asked, bringing her plate to the sink, refusing to let her clean up herself.

“It was amazing,” Em sighed, chin resting on her hand as she watched Henry’s back unseeingly. She was actually thinking back on her journey, in which she had spent a week exploring the city and the sights, completely by herself just like she preferred.

Now, with her belly full, it was her time to babble about everything she saw and experienced while there. Em knew Henry had seen the pictures and stories on her Instagram. He liked everything she posted during the week, but there something about the way he was watching her, the focused look in his dazzling blue eyes like she was telling him the most interesting story in the world, that just made Em keep going, even as Henry finished the dished and they moved to get more comfortable in the couch.

“It does sound like you had fun,” he smiled at her, body turned her way on the couch, head resting on his palm as he listened, his other hand holding his glass of wine. “But don’t you miss having someone to share the experience?

“Sometimes,” Em shrugged, sipping her wine, she was in her third glass by now and she really ought to slow down, her mind was already getting a little foggy.

She had been doing these travels since she turned eighteen. First, she had her best friend Clara as her companion, but as they got older, Em started doing by herself since Clara couldn’t. One or two boyfriends in her time had offered to come along once, but it felt wrong to taint the memories of those trips with someone that might not be with her for the long run.

“But it’s nice too, you know? To have my own thing, without anyone else,” she scratched Kal behind the ears, just like he liked it, smiling at the way he rested his head on her knee to keep being petted. “Thanks again for letting me stay.”

“Anytime,” Henry replied with a smile, his own eyes clouded with alcohol.

They had been talking for hours, one and a half bottles of wine gone in the process. Enough alcohol to make Em’s mind wander as she took in Henry’s impressive physique, the stupid amount of muscles he built up for the series stretching his blue button-down. His dark hair falling in messy curls over his forehead, just like she Em liked it and the blush of alcohol making his cheeks even sharper.

Fighting the allure of the man before her, Em shifted her gaze down to Kal, but it was like he could pick up that something was about to happen, because pulled away from her touch, trouting out the back door, leaving her with only one option now.

Henry’s palm was warm and rough against her jaw as he tilted Em’s face back towards him, his eyes searching for her consent before his lips landed on hers in a soft kiss that gradually grew heated as their mutual need for each other was set alight.

Em sighed against his lips, giving in to the urge that had been brewing from the second she dialed his number. She inched closer, fisting his shirt, licking into his mouth and chasing the taste of wine on his tongue as Henry let his fingers wander down her torso, sneaking under her blouse to touch skin.

“Bedroom,” she mumbled against his lips. “Last time on the couch was a mess.”

“Yeah,” Henry chuckled getting to his feet and leading the way backward, his mouth never leaving hers, his touch getting bolder as their kisses because more desperate.

“This is the last time we do this,” Em declared, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt or at least trying to. The amount of alcohol she consumed was enough to leave her a little uncoordinated. Henry was doing only slightly better.

“You’ve said that the last five times.”

Em could feel his smirk as his mouth descended over her jaw, pressing sucking kisses on her neck. He loved to leave marks all over her. No matter how many times Em asked him not to, Henry would just ignore it. It was as if he knew she secretly loved to watch herself in the mirror in the following week and be reminded of how amazing the sex had been.

“I mean it this time,” Em said, finally undoing his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders, exposing Henry’s chiseled chest to her wandering hands.

“I think you said that too, last couple of times,” Henry pointed out, shaking his shirt to the floor and pulling hers over her head, leaving Em standing there in only jeans. “Just admit it: you love how I fuck you.”

“Like you don’t enjoy it too,” she said, pushing him towards the bed, and Henry fell back with a bounce and a chuckle.

“Oh, I definitely enjoy it,” he declared, that same smug smirk in place as she undid his pants. “Never said otherwise. Never been in denial either. You’re the one…” He trailed off with a groan when Em freed his hard cock, giving a couple of quick tugs before running her tongue over the underside vein.

Em didn’t want to think about the fact that Henry was absolutely right. She had always been the one to often have second thoughts about this casual affair the two of them had been keeping for years, but not because she didn’t like Henry. It was quite the opposite, Em liked Henry a little too much, but knew it just wouldn’t work, not when he was always all over the world shooting his movies and tv shows, while mostly she stayed in London due to her own work.

And they were both too career-driven and unwilling to concede to the other. If even as just friends, she and Henry were frequently bumping heads, Em could only imagine how terrible they would be as a couple.

She still remembered that fateful night that Clara dragged her to a sport’s bar of all places because she wanted Em to officially meet Todd. She had been at one of his rugby matches earlier that week but ended up leaving before being introduced. In hindsight, Em should have known something was up because of the way Clara made such a big deal about this meeting and fussed over her outfit

“You can’t wear jeans and t-shirt!” she complained, digging though her friend’s wardrobe as Em just huffed a breath and laid back in bed.

“Why not? I’m meeting your boyfriend. What I’m wearing doesn’t matter.”

She had just baked and decorated 150 cupcakes for a children's birthday party. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was going out, but Clara invoked the best friend rule, so Em was stuck.

“What if there’s a cute guy there?” Clara asked, coming out with a tight, black dress that Em hadn’t worn in 3 years and it definitely wouldn’t fit her now since she gained more than a couple of pounds. She really needed to do some spring cleaning in that closet.

“If a cute guy is hanging in a sport’s bar, big chances he’s a douche, and I already filled my douche quota for the year,” she replied as Clara dove back into the closet. “Besides, I don’t have time for relationships.”

And Em really didn’t. She has just invested all her savings in opening her dream bakery. No way she would be getting distracted by guys while she was trying to get her business off the ground.

“There’s always time for relationships!” Clara declared, coming out of the closet, this time holding one of Em’s favorite sweater dresses. “You never know when true love is gonna knock on your door.”

“Tell it to come by later,” she joked, grabbing the dress and walking into the bathroom to change. It would be a lost cause to argue with Clara. Her friend was a lawyer and could talk her ear off, so Em might as well just get this over with.

She put on the dress and the heels and the makeup Clara pushed her way before she was finally deemed worthy of stepping out of the flat for the bar. At arrival, they found Todd already in his third beer and accompanied by his friend Henry.

Todd and Clara played innocent, pretending to be surprised that the other decided to bring a friend too but Em knew right away this was an ambush. And if Henry’s eye roll was anything to go by, he knew it too. It was their friends' not so subtle attempt to set them up.

Em had to give it to Clara though, Henry was a handsome man but maybe too handsome. She was a run of the mill kind of girl. Not unattractive, mind you. She did pretty well dating wise, especially when she put an effort like tonight, but never with guys that looked like Henry.

He was all dark, curly hair, blue eyes with just a tiny fleck of brown. Perfect features and the kind of chiseled physique that his hoodie didn’t manage to hide completely. He also looked kind of familiar, but Em couldn’t place him right away in her memory.

As they talked, she kept staring at him with a thoughtful frown, trying to come up with subtle questions that could enlighten her of where she knew Henry from because the longer Em talker to him, and she couldn’t help but notice that Todd and Clara kept finding excuses to leave the table so she and Henry could be alone, stronger that familiarity became.

“So how did you meet Todd again?” Em asked, sipping on her drink, which was too sweet but she didn’t mind.

“We went to school together and still play rugby from time to time,” Henry replied, cradling his pint of Guinness. He had shifted on the booth so his back was to the corner and he could properly look at Em. “How about you and Clara?”

“We grew up together. Neighbors all our lives,” she replied, popping a chip in her mouth. “Clara dragged me to one of Todd’s matches on Sunday. Did I see you there?”

“Umm, no.” Henry smiled indulgently. “Just got back yesterday. I was out of town for work.”

She only hummed in response, trying to think back on anything that could have put her and Henry in the same place and explain this feeling of familiarity.

“The Tudors.”

“What?” She asked in confusion at Henry’s random comment.

“You’re trying to figure out from where you know me,” he pointed out with a smirk and Em felt her cheeks heating up. “I mean, I did some other stuff too, a couple of very bad horror movies but that was my biggest role, so you might know me from there.”

It was like a lightbulb finally switched in her brain and she finally managed to place him in her memory.

“Oh my God, you did that weird-ass movie with the nazi vampire zombie! The one with Fassbender and the guy from Prison Break.” Em exclaimed a little too loudly, but Henry only chuckled. “That movie was terrible.”

“Yes,” he nodded, ducking his head a little, and was that a blush? “And seriously? That’s where you know me from?”

“I like crappy horror movies, ok?” Em shrugged with a grin.

“Clearly.” Henry laughed too.

And just like that, conversation flowed easily between them. Henry was a fun guy, surprisingly dorky, and a huge geek for videogames and the fantasy genre. It was nice to talk to someone that seemed to appreciate Lord of the Rings as much as Em did and she didn’t even notice when Todd and Clara slipped out without a word, obviously thinking their job was done.

Maybe if Henry was someone else, not an actor or that hot, they could have been right but as it was, Em didn’t see things going beyond a cool friendship.

That was what she thought at least until Henry walked her home, like a perfect gentleman, making her laugh with so many stupid jokes her sides were aching and she felt like she hadn’t smiled this much in days.

“You didn’t need to walk me all the way to my door,” She commented, turning to face him, her back leaning against the frame. Even in her heels, she needed to tilt her head up to look at him.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Henry snorted. “You can barely stand on those.”

He wasn’t wrong, but it was more because her feet were sore from the constricted space than from the amount of alcohol she consumed, though that definitely played a factor on Em turning her head just when Henry leaned closer to lay a goodbye kiss on her cheek, making his lips land on hers instead.

They just stared at each other until Henry closed the distance again, his mouth returning to hers for a harder, much hotter kiss that had Em pressed against the door. His hands found their way under the hem of her dress; hers to his hair, pulling him even closer, desperation clawing inside her gut because it had been a while for her.

That was only the first of the one-night stands with Henry. Back then, Em thought it would be the only one, but as years passed, whenever the two of them found themselves single and in need of release, they would get together, no strings attached, no commitment, just a purely physical thing that none of their mutual friends knew about.

Her attention snapped back to the present when Henry tugged on her hair until she let his cock out of her mouth with a pop, crawling on top of him to meet his lips for a messy kiss.

“Where did you go just now?” he asked, panting. His hands working on the buttons of her jeans to push them off. “Your mind was so far away.”

Strangely enough, this casual affair they shared made her friendship with Henry stronger because once you’ve seen a person naked and on one of their most vulnerable moments, it could be so easy to open up to them.

“Just thinking about when we met,” Em replied, sucking on his lower lip and Henry let out a weird wheezing sound that it was half a groan, half a laugh.

“That’s was a good night,” he said, rolling them until Em was lying on her back and he was on top of her. His blue eyes, despite being clouded by lust, were still so intense and seemed to be able to look straight into her soul. “But I want you here, in the present with me.”

Henry met her lips so softly and with so much affection that her breath caught in her throat, hand tightening on the sheets beneath her as his mouth descended over her body, kissing and sucking and biting. Lingering over all her pleasure spots and lavishing them with attention.

This was why Em needed to put an end to this thing with Henry. Lately, every time the two of them ended in bed together, it was getting harder and harder to keep the doors closed against the growing feelings in her heart.

To keep herself from not letting the love she felt for her friend Henry to be contaminated by the lust that ignited in her body whenever the two of them fucked, turning this into something else that would definitely end with her heart broken.

“I can hear you thinking,” Henry chided, biting her lower belly and making Em jolt and giggle.

“Sorry, sorry,” she looked down at him with a smile. “Just too much in my head tonight.”

“Let’s see if I can make you relax.”

He smirked at her, his mouth moving lower, planting soft kisses over your hipbones, tongue tracing the waistline on her panties, and anticipation started building in her center. Em wanted to press your legs together to find some kind of friction, but Henry was kneeling between them, his strong hands keeping them open; thumbs rubbing circles on the sensitive inner skin of her thighs and she couldn’t focus on anything else even if she wanted to.

His mouth finally moved lower, tongue teasing her folds through the lace of her panties and she gasped and tried to thrust up but Henry kept her down before hooking his fingers on her panties and pulling them down, exposing her wet cunt to his warm breath and she shivered in expectation.

Henry seemed to be keen on driving her crazy because he was taking it so very slow, kissing and nipping her mound on his way down until finally, his tongue flickered against her clit. Only the briefest of touch but it was enough to make Em buck and moan, her hands coming to his hair and fingers digging in his scalp.

“Stop teasing,” she asked, making Henry chuckle against her and a groan ripped from Em’s throat at the sweet vibrations. “Hen… please.”

“That’s better,” he replied, rewarding her with a broad stroke of his tongue over her slit before he sucked hard on her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she raised her hips to try to get more of it.

Fortunately, Henry seemed to be done teasing because he moved things along, licking and sucking and even nipping very, very gently on her clit, while two of his thick fingers moved in and out of her drenched slit. Every outer motion he crooked his fingers up, hitting right in that spot to make Em see stars.

It was easy to get lost in sensations whenever she was with Henry. He knew her body like the back of his hand and made sure to keep her completely engaged. He kept his eyes on her face, reading her expressions to make sure she was enjoying herself but also because he knew Em loved the sight of him like this, his mouth on her cunt, his eyes dark with his desire for her.

He also made sure to hum and grunt for her, so she could hear how much he loved her taste and smell. Whenever his mouth wasn’t busy, he would also whisper the filthiest things in her ear, because he knew it turned her on.

His free hand roamed her body, touching and kneading her breasts, pinching the nipples to make Em arch and mewl, sending bolts of pleasure that seemed to gather on her core, coiling into a knot of ecstasy that made her writhe and shake. Her body tense with arousal, toes curling and thighs quivering as her orgasm approached like a rushing wave.

Henry also knew exactly when she was close to the edge. Em never needed to let him know and he would always redouble his effort, suck her clit harder, finger her faster, until that knot finally snapped and she arched against his mouth, her release soaking his fingers and chin.

Her body felt weightless like she was floating. Her muscles spasmed with the aftershocks of her pleasure and her mind, always running, was for once pleasantly blank as Em grinned wide, enjoying her high.

She barely noticed when Henry pressed one final kiss to her clit before he crawled on top of her again, meeting her lips and letting Em taste herself. It was one of the things that turned him on, to have her lick her juices from his mouth and chin, letting her tongue running over the rough skin of his stubbled jaw, chasing every last drop and Em felt his cock twitching in response against her hip.

“Fuck me, Hen,” she gasped against his cheek before her lips moved to his ear, nipping the lobe to make him groan. “I wanna feel you deep inside me.”

With her brain still swimming in endorphins, She barely noticed Henry getting up and moving to the bathroom. She only registered the curse he let out as he came back to the room with an empty box.

“Do you have some?”

She gave Henry a look, propped in her elbows. Em was a little too old to go around with condoms in her purse. She kept them on her toiletry bag which was in her suitcase, still at the airport.

“Shit! I really wanted to fuck you tonight.” He dropped the box on the ground, combing his fingers through his hair before climbing on top of Em, his kiss searing and stealing her breath away.

She moaned against his mouth, fingers digging on his shoulders. It had been a while for her and Em shared Henry’s frustration. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling and stretching her in that perfect way only Henry could do.

“Do it,” she declared, meeting his confused gaze. “It’s fine, I have an IUD and it’s not like I’ve been with anyone else in the last four months.”

“Me either,” Henry replied, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, smirking at him. “Fuck me, Henners.” He groaned and glared, making her chuckle. He hated the nickname and Em knew it.

“I’m gonna make you regret that.”

He flashed her a mischievous smirk, reaching between the two of them to guide his cock to her slit, pushing inside in one rough stroke and Em cursed and clawed at his back, the sudden intrusion with just that edge of pain made her clench tighter against him and Henry grunted against her ear, pulling her legs around his waist.

“Fuck, Henry!” she hissed breathlessly, slapping his shoulder blade, which felt more like hitting a brick wall. “A little warning would be nice.”

“You love it,” he smirked down at her and nipped at her bottom lip before grinding his hips against hers, making Em moan. “No point in pretending otherwise.”

His movements started slow and deliberate. Henry’s goal was to drive her crazy all over again because he loved to see Em lose control and he loved to gloat over the fact that he was the only guy that ever managed to make her cum more than once on the same night.

Taking her hands in his and pinning above her head, Henry started to add some more strength to his movements, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making Em mewl at how deep he was going. His mouth on her neck, and collarbone returning to the task of marking her as his, even if the two of them weren’t like that.

Her hips raised as best as she could to meet his movements and welcome him in. Her walls clenching tight as if refusing to let him go and every time, it made Henry grunt and suck harder on her skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. She arched closer, seeking more as he licked a path from the hollow of her throat to her chin, lapping at the sweat gathering in her skin before his lips met hers again.

Soon, all Em knew was the way their bodies moved in tandem, meeting each other in search of pleasure. Henry praised and whispered dirty things in her ear, while her fingers entwined with his and her heels dug on the small of his back, urging him to move faster, harder, give her everything she craved for.

The knot of pleasure started to form in her core once again, growing and expanding as she could feel every single ridge of Henry’s thick cock filling her up, his pelvic bone slapping her clit at each thrust. She knew he was close too, his motions losing its controlled rhythm, becoming wilder, messy. His grunts turning throatier, his words filthier.

“God, I love your cunt. The way it squeezes me so tight,” he mumbled against Em’s mouth, his breath coming in short pants. “It feels even better without that fucking latex. Shit! I wanna fill you up with my cum. Do you want that? Can I cum inside you?”

“Yeah.” Em nodded, too far gone to form a reply more elaborate than that.

“I wanna see it trickling down your pussy.” Henry’s grin was absolutely filthy and she cried out as his words brought forth her second orgasm of the night.

“Oh fuck, yes!” He grunted his grin widening, his hips snapping harder against hers, dragging out the ripples of pleasure shaking her body. “Just like that! Yeah. Fuck! I’m gonna…”

His words hung in the air as Henry stilled above her, muffling his growl against her shoulder as he spilled inside her and she could feel his cock pulsing against her quivering walls and Em never felt more complete before.

In the back of her mind, a treacherous thought broke free and she couldn’t help but think that she could definitely get used to this. Having Henry every night, without barriers, without anything in the way. Just the two of them. Like it was meant to be.

x(tbc)x Chapter 02

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Blood, Guts and Chocolate Cake (Part 3)

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Danganronpa

Pairings: IshiMondo

Summary: Breakfast before the show, and Mondo realising he loves Taka's music if it's live. Still, there's something too close to a disturbing premonition burning under Mondo's skin, and the idol's comments, actions and frame just make it worse. Something's going on with him...

TW: Alcohol, and eating disorders (both restrictive behaviours and B/P), mentions of disability, underage sex/sexualisation, drugs

Other parts: Part one | Part two

Kiyotaka did not, in fact, get to finish his allotted miles.

Mondo, in his defense, had attempted to continue, but after another mile his lungs had given up on him. Taka was so concerned, hearing his wheezing breaths, that he’d gotten him to spill about being asthmatic. The idol then promptly freaked out, calling a taxi to take them back to the hotel and insisting that he’ll keep his workouts to a gym setting in future.

He could tell Taka was upset - he might be callous, but he wasn’t stupid. Still, the kid said he was just antsy, nothing to worry about. Excess energy he hadn’t had the chance to burn off.

After a while of sitting on the couch, watching the TV that was way bigger than it had any right to be, he wasn’t actively dying anymore. Therefore, Taka saw it fit to leave him for a bit as he pottered around, doing idol things. He could hear Taka practising one of his songs in the bathroom as he performed his ludicrously long skin care routine.

Honestly, he was more focussed on Taka’s singing than the shitty sitcom on TV. He’d heard the polished, studio versions - who hadn’t? - but this was something else. Fuck autotune, for sure; Taka’s voice was beautiful, crisp as a bell and perfectly trained. But rather than the polished version, Taka added more vocal tricks and a generally interesting style to the song that he’d never heard before.

If there was more of that in his official audios, Mondo would’ve been an avid fan by now.

“And if you got a little more time, baby let me hold your hand in mine,” The idol sang as he strolled into the kitchenette, opening the fridge and retrieving an apple, “Drink you up like the finest wine, lick you off my lips before showtime -”

“Whoa,” He whistled lowly, unable to help himself, “Those lyrics aren’t very ‘sweet boy next door’.”

“Oh,” Taka blinked, seemingly just remembering he wasn’t the only one in the room, “That was actually my original version, before it was reviewed. Too lewd for the image, I guess.”

“Or they didn’t want a bunch of tweens bustin’ their first nut in public,” He chuckled, Taka’s nose scrunching in disgust.

“Ew,” He huffed, retrieving an apple from the fridge and starting to cut it up, “I’d rather not think about that.”

He just smirked, not bothering to turn back to the mindless crap on TV, just watching as Taka prepared his breakfast. He was about as meticulous about cutting up that apple as he was his choreography; while anyone would cut an apple into segments (barring bento making), Taka halved and cored it before cubing the frankly pathetic slivers of fruit he was left with.

The cubes were small, almost diced, and quickly scraped into a bowl like they'd burn Taka if they so much as brushed the pale, thin skin of his hands. Then, a bottle of lemon juice was procured, sprinkled on the un-diced half of the apple before it was wrapped in cellophane and sealed in a Tupperware box. Just watching the methodical, practiced actions had Mondo raising an eyebrow; Taka sealed that half apple away like some corny Hollywood curse. Like it would come back for one final scare if he didn't get rid of it.

He expected another fruit to be taken from the fridge, making up a small fruit salad, or for bread to be put in the toaster. Hell, he'd be cool with the promise of Starbucks or McDonald's on the way to the venue, but no.

Taka sat next to him on the sofa, chopsticks in hand as he daintily picked at the meagre portion he'd given himself. His frown only deepened when he saw just how little it amounted to, barely obstructing the bottom of the bowl from view. It hardly counted as an apple, looking far more like peelings you’d throw in the garbage than an actual meal.

“That it?” He asked, gesturing to the ‘meal’ as Taka placed a particularly small cube into his mouth.

“What do you mean?” The idol asked, raising an eyebrow, “It’s my breakfast.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock,” He grumbled, “I mean, ‘wow, kid, you eat less than a fuckin’ bird, go get some more’.”

“Half an apple is perfectly fine,” Taka defended, putting down his chopsticks to properly argue with him. It made a pang go off in Mondo’s chest, especially as his eye was drawn to the small bowl, resting on Taka’s thin thigh.

Most people’s thighs pool when sitting; flesh, whether be muscle or fat, generally molds under pressure. However, there was still that oh-so-lauded gap between the boy’s thighs, hardly more than bone. It made him… uncomfortable. Like seeing a cancer patient on their final days; only Taka wasn’t dying, ashen complexion notwithstanding.

“Yeah, no, it’s not,” He spoke bluntly, no preamble, “You did a three mile run, and you’ll be in rehearsals all day. Half an apple’s not going to keep you going.”

The idol rolled his eyes, muttering something about how his run should have been five miles, and picked up the chopsticks once more. He seemed to just push the fruit around his plate, however, instead of bringing piece after piece to his lips like he had before.

“What -?”

“Lost my appetite,” Taka shrugged, standing on those tiny, boney legs once more, “I’ll have something later.”

Mondo didn’t comment, not wanting to upset Taka more than he, apparently, already had. He simply watched as the peelings got scraped into the bin with the rest of the apple, hardly eaten. Maybe the equivalent of a couple bites.

He didn’t say anything, considering he’d already put the kid off his food. He’d make a note of it, but he mainly put it up to nerves for tonight; big venue, and didn’t they say that stage fright was an important part of this shit?

“Looking forward to the show?” Taka asked as he washed up his bowl, chopsticks and knife.

“Honestly, yeah,” He nodded, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, lounging around like he owned the place, “I’m not a huge fan of pop, but what you were singing now was cool. Guess I like live music better than studio versions.”

“Honestly, that’s completely valid,” Taka smiled, “I prefer doing my own thing, with no editing to slow me down…”

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Mondo was having the time of his fucking life! Taka wasn’t kidding about editing slowing him down, the guy was a beast on stage.

The stage lighting pounded down on the idol, refracting off the metallic accents of his costume and catching the beads of sweat at his temple. Two hours of jumping around, dancing, singing, and playing his guitar, and he showed no signs of slowing. The adrenalin was high, and it vibrated through Taka, the crowds, the stadium itself and straight through Mondo himself.

If he was a cheesier person, he’d say it was like he could feel Taka’s own heartbeat through the music, resting in his chest next to his own. But he wasn’t that sappy. Nope. Not at all.

He certainly wasn’t prepared for Taka to remove the prince-like, white jacket to reveal the costume underneath. A crisp button-up was par for the course, but the leather harness buckled around his torso made the simple look jaw dropping. Finale outfit, he’d heard one of the costumers mention, but he hadn’t been paying attention at the time.

The leather looked so perfect wrapped around his thin body, and Mondo was screaming. Internally, thankfully, but this was going to be his end.

The song wasn’t long at all, maybe a couple minutes. Like a vast majority of Taka’s “approved” songs, it was about love; albeit darker. A couple heavily veiled allusions to bondage, both in the fun and not-so-fun senses, a feeling of wanting to pull away but being far too in love to do what was healthy.

The crowd just ate it up, even if it gave Mondo an odd feeling… Foreboding, perhaps? Some sort of anxious buzzing under his skin, like a premonition, but no basis in anything he could actually pinpoint. It wasn’t like he could see Taka’s eyes, or anything like that. Maybe a slight tremor in the voice, but fuck, the kid had literally been singing for hours.

After the final guitar riff, and a couple breaths, Taka grabbed one of his water bottles off the front of the stage, not even hesitating to dump it all over his head. The screaming from the crowd managed to increase tenfold, and he was pretty sure the whole stadium was enjoying the view of that white shirt turning translucent and clinging so enticingly.

“Thank you and goodnight!” He cheered, stage lights going out and allowing Taka to walk off stage with minimal awkwardness.

“That…” Mondo began, Taka holding up a finger as they disconnected his mic, making sure none of the sounds backstage got broadcasted and ruined any spell the audience was under.

“Sorry I had to interrupt you,” Taka apologised, so sweetly sincere, “You were saying?”

“Just… That was incredible…” He breathed, still slack jawed from the rush of the concert, “You… I…”

“Articulate,” Taka smirked, hand on hip as he sauntered off to get changed, before he would exit and be swarmed with both eager fans and paparazzi alike.

Mondo was smiling, heart still hammering, until his attention was brought to what was visible beneath the sodden fabric.

Ribs.

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Nobody Compares To You Part 2

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst with a happy ending (If you are a Yugyeom stan, I suggest you skip this one)(I’m sorry, but I had to do it)

Word Count: 10k

Summary: You thought that the feelings you had for your boyfriend Yugyeom were enough to help you move on from your past relationship. But what happens when your ex-boyfriend confesses that he’s still in love with you and regrets breaking up with you entirely?

A/N: Hi guys! So this was highly requested and I was actually debating on whether or not to make a part 2 only because I didn’t know how I would go about writing it, but I wanted to give this couple a happy ending (and to fulfill your requests). I suggest you read part one in order to understand this one a little more. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part to this story and a big thank you to @hello-you-suck for being so patient with me! You’re actually one of the main reasons why I decided to make a part 2 hahaha thank you for all your love and support with my stories! I hope you enjoy!!

Read part one here

“Wait—he said what? You can’t be serious Y/n. He told you he regrets the break up and that he still loves you? You’ve got to be kidding me—and on the same night that shit went down at your parent’s house? No shade towards your mom, she’s a lovely lady; but from what you told me about her reaction to meeting Yugyeom, I just know she probably tried to get in touch with Mark right after the two of you left. I mean come on, it’s not just coincidence that he confesses his feelings for you on the same night you introduce your boyfriend to your family. It’s obvious your family still want the two of you to end up together. You didn’t respond did you?”

You shook your head in disagreement. Both you and Youngjae were currently on break and eating your lunch in the break room. It’s been five days since that extremely awkward dinner with your boyfriend and your parents. Also five days since you received the messages from your ex-boyfriend; telling you that he was still in love with you and that he was willing to give it another try with your relationship if you wanted that also.

When you first received his messages, you didn’t know how to react nor how to feel. You haven’t seen or heard from Mark in over seven months and just like Youngjae was right now, you found yourself curious as to why he just so happened to text you only a few hours after your mom told you that she didn’t like Yugyeom. You knew your mom was still in touch with Mark’s mom and it was understandable—they became good friends even before the two of you started dating. However, the two women had a tendency to plan out the future of your relationship without either of you knowing.

Apparently Mrs.Tuan wasn’t a fan of the girl that they were talking about a few months ago. You wondered what the girl was like and if his mom—or anyone for that matter influenced him to end things with her. But then again, Mark was a grown man; he was old enough to make his own decisions for himself. This entire weekend you couldn’t get his words out of your mind.

If you’re still single, then I just want to tell you that I miss you like crazy and if you still feel the same way that I do, then maybe we can try again? I love you.

He loved you. He still loved you. Those three stupid little words have been repeating over and over in your mind—taunting you this entire weekend. Why did he have to say that—why did he have to text you at all? It’s as if he knew there was a chance you did reciprocate his same feelings even if you may or may not have been seeing someone else. Your heart—whether you liked it or not would always belong to Mark Tuan and this is what you were afraid of.

No matter who you were to end up with—they could be the most handsome, intelligent, talented and successful person on earth and you would still choose Mark over them every single time. As much as you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, you did find your fingers hovering over his contact; typing out responses halfway only to delete them before you could say anything that would answer his questions. Even if your heart was pleading with you to say something—anything, deep down you knew it wasn’t fair to Yugyeom. Yugyeom’s insecurities that he voiced to you right as you began to drive away from your parent’s house had you rethinking your brief lapse of judgement.

You don’t—you don’t still love him do you?

There was no way you’d be able to tell him that yes—there was still a small sliver of your heart that belonged to your ex-boyfriend; especially because it was obvious that he was genuinely hurt by the way your family treated him so crudely. The next morning when he came to pick you up so that the two of you could go get breakfast together, you were well aware that he was still bothered by the entire situation. He didn’t talk as much as he normally did and he barely even touched his food.

That alone indicated that he was so upset—your boyfriend had quite the appetite, so seeing him only take a few bites of his pancakes before pushing the plate away made your stomach sore. It was only natural though; if you were in his shoes and his family treated you the way your family treated him, you’d be devastated. But you didn’t know if you could keep lying to Yugyeom about your true feelings for him.

He was an extremely kind-hearted and soft spoken person. If you had to describe him in your own words, he was a golden retriever in human form; always happy and upbeat—always putting other people before himself and doing whatever he could to make his loved ones happy. There were some qualities in your boyfriend that you were very appreciative of; no matter how tired he could get from dance practice, he’d always come over and drop you off some dinner. He also had an adorable habit of calling you up on his lunch breaks to see how you were doing—and to make you laugh, he would search up cheesy pick up lines because he witnessed on many occasions how much you would laugh at a lot of the ones he would use on you even if they weren’t all that funny.

Yugyeom made it clear that all he wanted to do was be a boyfriend you could be proud of. He wanted you to love him the way he was falling in love with you—but deep down, as much as he wanted to believe that you were moved on, he wasn’t stupid. The younger boy might not have been the brightest bulb in the bunch, but he was very observant and he could tell that you weren’t yourself. Something was obviously bothering you.

If he wasn’t aware of Mark’s existence, he would have just assumed it was stress from work or school. But now, he couldn’t get rid of the many thoughts that you were distracted by your ex-boyfriend. If only he knew that it went further than just your mom’s distaste in him that led you to think about the man in question. You didn’t have the heart to tell him about Mark’s messages; you knew it would only make him even more timorous and uncertain about your genuine feelings for him.

For the three months of your relationship, not once have you ever shown him any ounce of worry or sign of being upset. You never took your stress out from work and school on him because you never wanted to cause him any unnecessary worry. There were days where you’d tell him you were exhausted and didn’t feel like going out or interacting with anybody; including him and he was always so understanding when it came to giving you your space. However, you were more distant than usual and he just couldn’t stop the feeling that your mom’s brash words had an influence on the outlook of your future together—if there was even a future for the both of you at this point.

He hated thinking like that, especially because he really did like you and since you were his first actual relationship, he felt as though his feelings for you were a lot stronger than they would have been if he had past dating experience. Yugyeom thought the world of you; he didn’t let your family’s negative reactions towards meeting him get in the way of the happiness you caused him or the way anything you did made his heartbeat increase. He thought it was still too early to love you, but he knew what he harbored for you was more than just simple infatuation.

Noticing how your smile never completely reached your eyes as it used to in the beginning of your relationship and how you were not being as interactive with him or putting in the same amount of effort in to the relationship that he was—he just knew there was a huge chance your heart was no longer in it. You may have enjoyed his presence; or just enjoyed him as an individual. Yugyeom had like to think that he was a good boyfriend and you praised him multiple times about his kind hearted and extremely generous nature. He might not have been what Mark was to you when the two of you were still together—nor did he probably mean as much to you as your ex-boyfriend did, but he wanted to think that he was worth it—that he was enough to help you move on.

That he could be the lucky guy that got to love you for the rest of your lives; but it was honestly too much to ask for. When Youngjae first warned him about you and how there was a chance that you still were healing from your past relationship, he took it with a grain of salt. Mark was your ex-boyfriend and like you said on the night of that disastrous dinner with your family, you were no longer with him for a reason. Unfortunately, as the days went by, he found himself becoming more and more unhappier.

It’s like you weren’t even trying to hide that you were upset—at this point, he wished you would just call it quits with him to spare his heart from breaking. But you continued to go on dates with him—you called him and texted him once you finished work, you’d cuddle up to him while watching a movie, you would bring him lunch every now and then to make sure he was eating all his meals on time and you kissed him like nothing was wrong.

If only that could be the case. You knew the way you were acting towards your boyfriend was extremely unfair; especially now that you were aware he knew all about Mark’s existence and that Mark was the reason you were so bothered these days. It wasn’t that you enjoyed hurting him—leading him on or pretending to care about him. Deep down, you knew Yugyeom meant a lot to you and that you were very appreciative of what he has done and continues to do for you.

Honestly, you really wanted things to work between the both of you. He made it adamant that he had feelings for you and that your relationship was one of the only sources of happiness he had in his life—maybe that’s why you continued to stick around. You might not have had the same amount of romantic feelings for him, but you weren’t a heartless person. There was no way you’d allow yourself to hurt him or inflict any kind of pain on him just because he wasn’t who you wished you were currently with. You were also afraid of what were to happen if you did leave him and went back to Mark.

Sometimes, like a book—life and relationships end just like that; in the snap of a finger. No cliff hanger, no sequel—nothing. What if you and Mark used to have was it? What if your breakup was the end of your book—what if you did give your love another try just for it to end the same way or even worse than it did the last time? You wouldn’t have Yugyeom to save you—to hold you and tell you that everything would be okay. It wasn’t like continuing your relationship was miserable—the younger boy was such a wonderful boyfriend, even if you could tell he was hesitant or took some time to plan out how to approach in fear of saying or doing something to upset you. Yugyeom deserved so much better than you—someone who had a clean slate just like he did. Someone who wouldn’t break his heart because she was still hung up over someone from her past. Yugyeom was your present—you should be keeping your focus solely on him but you just couldn’t do it. No matter how much you really wanted to. Little did you know that the future for your relationship was no longer in your hands anymore.

“I don’t know if Youngjae told you, but our company is having a Christmas party in two weeks and I don’t know how he did it, but he talked me in to going and I was wondering if you would like to go with me.”

You were currently sitting on Yugyeom’s lap—your face pressed up against his chest, listening to his heart beat ever so softly while re-runs of the office played on his laptop. Both your schedules have collided in the last week, so you weren’t able to see each other as much—but you got off of work early and asked to spend some time with him. Although he was the one who brought up wanting to see you, you couldn’t help but feel as if something was wrong. The atmosphere felt tense and you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly was out of place. He was more quiet than usual—but you just assumed it had to do with something that happened at practice.

His dance teacher has been hounding on him for almost a month now about perfecting his moves for a specific choreography their dance crew was meant to perform for at least five hundred people at this big theatre near his university, so you believed he must have felt discouraged or nervous. He also didn’t kiss you once he opened the door and allowed you inside—Yugyeom was always quick to place a chaste kiss on your lips which sometimes led to more passionate and heartfelt kisses—sometimes even steamy make out sessions—but tonight, you were the one to initiate the kiss—a couple of kisses actually.

He didn’t pull away and he did deepen the kiss, but you felt as though he was only doing it for your sake. Neither of you really said a word to each other besides what you both did today and if you had already ate, but that was it. Even though you were currently wrapped in his embrace—you didn’t feel comfortable in any way. He might have had his arms wrapped around you, but he wasn’t holding you affectionately. It felt forced; like he didn’t want you to think something was bothering him if he were to push you away or sit far from you.

“Oh—no, he didn’t say anything but I might be busy then—you know, with all the practicing and stuff for the performance—“

“I thought you said it was on the 12th?”

“It is.”

“The dinner is on the 22nd. But it’s fine if you don’t want to go. Maybe we can do something afterward or we can plan to go see the city lights—“

When you felt him take in a deep breath before motioning for you to get off of him, you knew he was going to say something negative or at least something you weren’t going to like. He turned to face you and but his bottom lip; a habit of his that you’ve noticed he would do if he was either nervous, worried or distraught.

“Y/n. I love you.”

Your eyes widened in shock of his revelation. He loved you? There wasn’t anything wrong with his confession; knowing the kind of timid person he was, it had to take a lot for him to say something that could be somewhat intimidating—especially since he had no idea how you felt about him. Those words sparked something inside of you. You knew you liked him—you cared about him and wanted nothing but the best for him, but did you love him?

If you genuinely loved Yugyeom, you wouldn’t let your mind wander over to Mark and the fact that you had yet to respond to him. Why were you even still wanting to? It’s been almost a month—he probably took your silence as your answer. It had to be too late to even try anything with Mark, so why were you going to ruin what you and Yugyeom had just because you were unsure of what your genuine feelings were? His heart was on the line—who were you to be the one that could ruin his entire outlook on love and relationships in general. You’d scar him—he’d probably be terrified of entering another relationship if the two of you were to end things and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself knowing that you were the one who broke him.

“Yugyeom—I—“

“But I’m letting you go.”

Hearing his voice crack as he murmured the sentence in the most quietest voice you’ve ever heard emit from his mouth pulled on your heartstrings and made your stomach sink. When you and Mark first broke up—you were devastated. Since you were together for quite some time and seeing as how he was your first actual boyfriend, you never knew what heartbreak was. You’ve heard what it did to other people—how it made some of them so depressed to the point where they couldn’t find it in themselves to get out of bed.

You believed wholeheartedly that Mark was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with, so when things didn’t end up going as planned, it felt as if your entire world was flipped upside down. It had to be the worst feeling in the entire world. You didn’t want to sound dramatic, but you were sure you could have died from a broken heart and honestly, you wouldn’t have cared. Without Mark, you were nothing—completely nothing and there was nothing else really that you felt the need to survive for.

It was pathetic; you felt pitiful. Making someone the center of your life—your world—made you a complete and utter fool. You didn’t realize it until now, but Yugyeom did that with you and you were too focused on everything else going on in your life to recognize that you had something—someone so amazing that would love you and care for you without hesitation. As much as you wanted to be upset with his words—you couldn’t find it in yourself to react.

Sure, you didn’t want to lose him, he was one of the only people that you enjoyed having in your life. His presence calmed you down—he was your solace. He made you laugh and smile on the days where you didn’t even think you could do so. The idea of no longer having him in your life even as just a friend brought tears to your eyes. There was no way you could stay friends with him after this—you couldn’t do that to him or to yourself.

Even if you were to reciprocate his feelings, you knew he must have planned on breaking up with you for a while now. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t see this coming; if you were to treat anyone the way you have been treating Yugyeom, they probably would have left you a long time ago and you wouldn’t blame them. What person in their right mind would want to stay with someone whose heart obviously belonged to someone else? Someone who used to be in a long-term relationship with the person they loved? L

ooking at Yugyeom—you wanted to feel something, anything. You wanted so badly to try and get him to rethink his decision—you’d even lie and say that you loved him to get him to change his mind. But you knew that’s not what you wanted. You couldn’t keep doing this to him—preventing him from truly being happy. From not worrying and overthinking your relationship. From being with someone who would love him and appreciate him in the ways he deserved. The way you should have been doing so yourself.

“Can I ask you why?”

You didn’t feel like you deserved an explanation and you already knew the answer anyway—but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted to hear from him personally so you could inflict pain on yourself for taking advantage of his kindness—his loyalty.

“It took me a long time to even come to this decision. I never understood what love was—I’m twenty-three years old and I had yet to express that kind of emotion. When you came in to my life, I had this sensation in my chest. It was nothing I’ve ever felt before—I always wanted to be around you, hear from you, hold you, kiss you—I love having you in my life. You make—well, made my heart so happy. I told all my friends about you—I even hinted about you to my mom, but I didn’t want to rush anything between us so I haven’t complete told my parents about you. But I was confident that you were someone I could see myself settling down with. I know we only started dating a couple of months ago, but that shows that you mean a lot to me. Unfortunately—I know you don’t care for me as much as I do for you. I can feel it in your hugs and your kisses—I can hear it in your voice and I see it in your eyes. You might be mine in hind sight—physically, but spiritually and mentally you belong to someone else. You might have said you no longer have feelings for him or that I’m the only guy you want to be with, but I think you tell yourself that so maybe one day you’ll believe it. If I didn’t know about him, then I would have just brushed off your constant dazing out as disinterest. You don’t have to say it—you’re still in love with Mark and there’s nothing I can do about that.” He brought his fingers up to your face and wiped away a tear that you didn’t even know fell. His eyes began to water also and his voice was faltering, but you could tell he was trying his best to be strong.

“You mean a lot to me y/n. You always will. All I want is for you to be happy and it’s painfully obvious that you’re not happy with me as much as you play yourself out to be. I know you’re trying to move on—but maybe you should try and see where his mind is at with this entire situation. But that’s only if you want to. I don’t know why the two of you broke up, but when two people are destined to be together—love will always find a way for them. God, I would have never thought I would be the kind of guy to give advice to my girlfriend about going back to her ex. I must be insane.”

You giggled gently before the tears picked up again. What did you do to deserve someone so patient and understanding? Someone who was giving one of the only things that he genuinely cared about in order to make you happy? What person does that? You don’t think you knew of anyone who would sacrifice their happiness and their feelings for someone else—someone that they love who unfortunately does not feel the same way towards them. He pulled you close to his chest and ran his fingers through your hair while waiting for your cries to settle down. You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself knowing what you did to him—knowing that you used him in a way for your own personal gain. There was no way you’d be able to look at him or even look at Youngjae without feeling like a terrible person.

“I’m so sorry Yugyeom—I’m so so sorry. You are an amazing person—you’re so wonderful. I never deserved you. Thank you for every single thing that you have done for me. I hope and pray that one day, someone will love you the way you love others—the way you love me. You have one of the kindest and most gentle hearts out of all the people that I know. You’re such a sweet and exceedingly special boy Kim Yugyeom. Please, don’t think any less of yourself because of my failure to recognize what an extraordinary person you are. You saved my life in ways that you will never know.” He cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand and left a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Stop making it sound like you’re a bad person y/n. You’re not. You’re in love and being in love isn’t a crime. Your feelings and emotions are valid. It took your breakup with Mark and your relationship with me for you to realize that he is the lucky man that you want to spend the rest of your life with. Now go. I will always be here for you whenever you need me.”

You were feeling so many different emotions in that moment; your heart felt heavy knowing that there was a huge possibility he was hurting. It was all your fault—as much as you genuinely had an amazing four months with him, you’d be lying if you said your intentions were pure. You wanted nothing more than to move on from Mark and there was no way you’d be able to do that without having someone to move on with.

Someone who gave you the entire world on a silver platter without hesitation. Sometimes, you’d find yourself regretting Youngjae’s offer of setting you up with his friend. Sure, you would probably be in a lot worse shape than you were in right now, but at least Yugyeom’s feelings would have been spared. But then again, you wouldn’t have met the person who changed your life entirely. He might not have been the one who owned your heart, but he did have a huge impact on it. After taking in a couple of deep breaths, you stood up and motioned for him to follow in suit before wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him as tightly as your body allowed you to.

Deep down, you knew you couldn’t stay with him even if you wanted to just to make him happy. It was selfish of you, but like he said—your happiness was all he cared about. You didn’t want to take your pain and suffering out on him any longer.

“There aren’t enough words for me to describe what a wonderful being you are. Please never hesitate to call me if you ever feel alone and need someone to talk to. I don’t want us to have any ill-feelings towards one another—although I could never feel anything but respect for you. Oh—um, do you mind keeping this between us for a while. I don’t think I’m mentally stable enough to receive an earful from Youngjae just yet. I can already hear him scolding me for making such a huge mistake.” He giggled softly—although, the light never reached his eyes. You were well aware he was just putting on an act to please you.

“Will do. Drive safely. Let me know when you get home—if you want to. You don’t have to—“ You got on your tip toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips before walking over towards the table and grabbing your things.

“I will. I promise. Goodnight Yugyeom.”

Right after leaving his apartment, you hastily walked to the elevators and covered your mouth—not wanting the entire floor to hear you cry over what had just happened. It was a lot for you to take in. You were now single, your ex-boyfriend gave you the green light to return back to your other ex-boyfriend and it was all because he had a gut feeling you still harbored feelings for Mark. Honestly, you didn’t even know whether or not you wanted to get in touch with Mark. Were you really going to reach out to him and reconnect with him just like that? Like you didn’t just go through a breakup literally less than half an hour ago?

Did Yugyeom mean that little to you? Could you really do that to him? Then again, if you continued to stay away from Mark, he would probably assume that there was nothing left for the two of you. All of this would have been for nothing. You wouldn’t have let go of someone who genuinely appreciated you—loved, cherished and adored you in ways other girls could only dream of. When you got in to your car, you sat in the driver’s seat for what felt like hours contemplating your decision and weighing out your option. You also found your fingers hovering over his contact—typing out multiple messages but ultimately deleting them.

After giving your situation some time to think over, you not down on your lip nervously as you dialed his number. During your relationship with him, you and Mark always preferred phone calls over text messages and emails. Sure, you’d save each other’s sweet, heartfelt love confessions that you’d send every now and then, but you both preferred talking to each other and hearing the other person’s voice over every other form of communication. If you thought you were nervous hearing Yugyeom tell you it was over between the two of you, you felt as though there was a huge possibility of you throwing up as an effect of waiting for him to pick up.

Ring after ring, you began to lose hope and wanted to give up completely. Maybe it was too late—maybe he found someone new to help fill the void or to try and get rid of you from his life completely. Who knows? What if he went back to his previous girlfriend, the one his mother told you about? Mark wasn’t going to wait forever for you and there was nothing you could do about that. Right as you were about to hang up the phone, you heard a little bit of shuffling before the notification popped up that he answered.

“Hey—sorry, my phone was on the charger and I was in the middle of playing fortnite. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Did something happen?” You tried your best to calm yourself down—hearing his voice for the first time in almost eight months was driving you slowly to the brink of insanity. If just hearing his voice alone was having such a huge toll on your thinking process and breath functioning, what more when you were to see him again in person—if you ever did.

“I—um—yeah—actually no—fuck. I’m sorry, I—I don’t know where to start or what to say really—“

“Y/n, you can tell me the truth. There has to be a reason why you’re calling me this late. I know you well enough to say that you don’t get in touch with someone for nothing—“

“Is it too late? Am I too late?”

The line went silent for a few moments—all you heard was the sound of his breathing and now you were regretting calling him in the first place. You felt so pathetic, of course it was too late. Who were you kidding? You wanted to laugh it off and say you were drunk—you wanted to tell him this phone call was a mistake, but like he said, he knew you well enough—hell, Mark knew you better than he knew himself.

He knew every single thing about you; from your favorite color to your blood type and even weird facts about you like how you love French vanilla ice cream but you couldn’t care less about vanilla bean. He was just so enamored by you and he wanted to familiarize himself with the person he claimed was his soulmate. The two of you may no longer be together, but he wasn’t going to forget everything he learned about you that easily or that quickly.

“If you’re referring to what I think—and can only hope that you’re referring to, then no. It’s not too late. It’ll never be too late. I meant what I said that night. I haven’t stopped thinking about you at all since our breakup. I’m still so head over heels in love with you; I probably always will be and I miss you like hell y/n. But if that’s not what you’re talking about, then please completely disregard what I just said.”

You laughed softly at the idea of Mark getting all flustered at the thought of you wanting to give your relationship another try. You knew him just as much as he knew you. He was probably scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment and his cheeks were probably red from blush. Hearing him say those three words so easily made your heart flutter. It was different reading that he loved you through text messages and actually hearing those magical words fall from his pretty lips. Yugyeom was right—your heart would always belong to Mark no matter how many other guys were to try and replace him—there was no getting over him.

“I love you too Mark. I don’t think I ever stopped. I’ll explain everything to you once I see you again or once we decide what we’re going to do, but for now I think I just want to call it a night.”

The word exhausted didn’t even describe half of what you were feeling in the moment—but you were more mentally drained than physically. You couldn’t get the image of Yugyeom looking so sad out of your mind. It’s as though your brain was purposely taunting you for making decisions with your heart. Your stupid, stupid heart.

“Wait—before you hang up, would it be okay if I come over? I know it might seem too soon and I respect your wishes entirely if you decide that tonight isn’t all that great. I just—I really want to see you—I need to see you. But I will wait however long you need me to. Who knows, maybe you think you want me back in your life tonight, but tomorrow morning when you wake up, you’ll regret your decision—“

He sounded so defeated trying to explain that you might be calling him as a spur of the moment kind of thing or because you might have only missed him as a result of being lonely. From your knowledge, he didn’t know you were in a relationship, but then again, your mothers were notorious for gossiping about what went on in both your lives. That had to be the reason why he texted you all those messages on the same night you and Yugyeom had a disaster dinner at your parent’s house. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you were to find out your mom called Mrs.Tuan and complained to her about your new boyfriend right after you and Yugyeom left their house that night.

“No—no—I want this. I want you. Trust me, I want nothing more than to be yours again. Our breakup—no longer having you in my life—not getting to hear your beautiful laugh that always lifted my spirits and filled my chest with so much warmth, not getting to trace these extremely handsome features of yours while being wrapped up in your embrace—no longer being able to go to bed with you right next to me and waking up to your stinky morning breath—it all sucked. I felt like such a pathetic idiot for crying over you, especially since we both agreed that we needed this break up. I didn’t realize how I was completely nothing without you until I couldn’t reach out to you when life got too hard. I couldn’t function without you around—you’re the sole reason of my existence Mark. I love you—God, you don’t even understand how much I love you.”

“Stop—please stop—you don’t know what your words are doing to my heart right now. I’m going to melt in to a fucking puddle—do you still live at the same apartment? I’ll come over. I have to kiss you—I’m sorry. I don’t even care if you decide that you came to a mindless choice—“

“Yes, I still live there. Now, enough with the nonsense. Shut up and come kiss me.”

You would have never thought in the many months of your breakup that there would ever be a day you would get to have Mark in your life again. Right after the two of you came to the decision to break up in the first place, you thought it was over completely. Breakups are initiated for a reason—to no longer be with that person. As much as you wanted to believe that one day, you and Mark would find your way back to another and that it couldn’t have been the end for the two of you, your minds were made up at that time—if your love was strong enough to last, if the feelings you had for Mark meant anything—wouldn’t you still be in a relationship with him?

No matter how hard life could get for the both of you at one point, shouldn’t your love have been enough to conquer whatever battle you were going through? Hearing him confess every single heartfelt thought of his made your stomach fill up rapidly with butterflies. This was not the way you thought things were going to end up tonight. Just a little over three hours ago, you were running your fingers through Yugyeom’s soft, brown locks—telling him that you couldn’t wait for him to become a renowned hip-hop dancer and that you thought the world of him. Now, you were just minutes away from being in Mark’s arms again—the man you’ve been in love with for almost a decade now.

The same man you were sure you wanted to settle down and spend the rest of your life with. It pained you to admit it—thinking something like this made you feel so selfish and inhuman, but you never saw a legitimate future with Yugyeom. He was a very wonderful person and you were sure he would be an even better husband than he was a boyfriend—but it wouldn’t be for you—he wasn’t meant to be yours just like in a sense; you were never really his.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes—tops. I love you, I love you, I love you—so fucking much. Agh—I’m so excited. I’ll see you real soon baby.”

The excitement and enthusiasm in his voice and hearing the term of endearment gave you a rush of adrenaline. Only then did you realize that you were still parked in Yugyeom’s guest parking. Your apartment wasn’t all too far away from his and seeing as how you were notorious for speeding, you found no problem rushing over to your place with the intent of both showing and telling Mark just how much you’ve missed him. You found yourself running a few red lights—laughing to yourself at your eagerness and impatience.

The love of your life was yours again—you couldn’t wait any longer to see him. It took you less than five minutes to pull up to your apartment structure and you made a beeline to your unit; not caring how you parked—you wanted to clean up the place just a little bit while changing in to some clothes that would make you look more presentable. You were running all around your apartment like a mad woman. Thankfully, you had the motivation to clean and tidy up the day before, so the only thing you really had to worry about was what you were going to wear. When the two of you were still dating, Mark made it known that he couldn’t care less about what you wore—he believed you made any outfit look so good and most of the time, it ended up on the floor anyway.

However, was a huge fan of seeing you in his clothes—they were two sizes too big for you because he loved buying oversized and baggy clothing, and even some of his tight fitted clothes swallowed you whole so anything bigger was practically like a tent on you. You dug in to the depths of your closet for some of his clothes that you still had—you never had the courage to give it all back to him and you always felt like once you were to return all of his things, it really meant there was no turning back for the both of you. You found one of his shirts—one that you stole from him over three years ago because you loved the way it looked on you and he was always vocal about how he did too.

Mark wasn’t the kind of person to grow irritated if you were to take his things without asking. What’s his was also yours and if anything, he would even offer many times to let you use and borrow anything if and when needed. That’s just who he was and it was one of his many traits that you loved about him so much. Right as you changed in to the shirt and a pair of shorts, the doorbell rang and it took every bone in your body not to run over and open it.

No matter how much you were craving to finally have him back in your arms again, you didn’t want to come off as too eager. You took in a few deep breaths in attempts to calm your racing heart and allowed yourself to react naturally to seeing him. Honestly, you didn’t know what kind of reaction you should have expected once you opened the door—but he didn’t give you any time to process his presence before he practically yanked you up against his chest and roughly smashed his mouth against yours.

His kiss felt so foreign yet so familiar—the two of you have kissed many, many times in the seven years you have been together for. Kissing Mark was one of your favorite things to do. There were a lot of different kisses you would share; from slow and passionate to rough and steamy—nonetheless, the way Mark kissed you was always so wonderful and breathtaking—literally. However, this kiss in particular had to be the best one you’ve shared. He had a tight grip on your hip with one hand; grazing his thumb against your lower back while cupping your cheek with his other—melding your lips together perfectly like his life depended on it—as if the world were to end if he didn’t kiss you like he meant it. You smiled widely against his mouth, still trying to accept that this was really happening.

That Mark was currently at your doorstep and kissing you with so much fervor to the point where your lungs were drying up with the lack of oxygen. The two of you continued to make out for a few more minutes; you couldn’t find it in yourself to let go and to your delight, neither did he. Once you felt like you needed to pull away in order to breathe and to recuperate your sanity, you gently placed your hand against his chest and stole one more kiss from his bottom lip before reaching for his hand and leading him inside. You brought him over to the couch and allowed him to sit down before you attempted to find your place right next to him—however, he grabbed at your hips and pulled you on top of his lap; finding a position you would both be comfortable in before leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Hi.” You grinned softly at him before playfully pinching his cheek.

“Hi.”

A part of you felt like you should be finding it weird that the two of you were acting as if nothing was wrong—like the breakup never even happened. Like you didn’t spend the last four months with another man on top of three months mourning over what no longer was. But this was Mark—the man you knew every single detail about from head to toe. The same man who you went through practically everything with. Every high and every low that happened in your life—a Mark was there.

On the days that you cried because work or school could be a little too difficult, he held you like a baby and rocked you back and forth to console you while whispering words of encouragement and comfort. On the days where you achieved success or something amazing happened that you weren’t quite expecting, he would bask in the excitement with you and celebrate in multiple ways to show you just how proud he was.

Mark wasn’t just anybody—your heart—mind, body, soul and spirit belonged to this man. He was your person as much as you were his even before either of you even realized it. Neither of you were obviously the same people you were almost eight months ago, but you’d like to think that the distance ultimately brought the two of you together like an invisible magnet—or a gravitational pull. You snuggled up against him—allowing your body to mold in to his; barely giving him any personal space. You wanted him to know just how much you’ve missed him and how miserable you’ve been without him.

“My shirt looks so fucking good on you as always. It’s like you want me to die before I can even really get to have my way with you. I can’t tell you how fast my heart rate increased when I saw your name on my phone. I had to do a double take. If I’m being honest, I pathetically checked my phone at least five times every single day to make sure you didn’t text me. I couldn’t help myself—I had to hide my phone in fear of not having any self control and calling you up just to hear your response. I know I told you to completely disregard my messages if you had someone else or if you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, but I still kept holding on to this tiny string of hope that you were going to find your way back to me.”

His words felt like a jab to the chest; you thought about this on multiple occasions after receiving his messages. You knew it took a lot for him to build up the courage to text you all that he did; especially since he was unaware of your feelings and relationship status. Your heart began to hurt for him; Mark was a very fragile and sensitive guy. The two of you hardly ever argued but when you did, he was always the first one to throw in the white flag and sacrifice his pride in order to make things right between the two of you.

He’s told you many times that he hates seeing you upset or sad, even more so when he is the reason. You couldn’t help but feel as though he was beating himself up for the last few weeks over the fact that you didn’t respond and it made you feel horrible. You should have at least told him you moved on—or that you were trying to. But you were keeping that window open just in case a night like tonight would happen.

“I’m so sorry Mark. I didn’t mean to ignore you—I’ve been wanting to respond to you right as I got your messages. When I read that you still love me and that you wanted to give us another try, I was over the moon. I couldn’t stop rereading over your messages—but—I was in a relationship. Can I ask you something?” He nodded against your neck and left a gentle kiss against your skin before giving you his full attention.

“That night that you texted me—I brought my boyfriend over for dinner to meet my family. It was a disaster. They were extremely hostile and my mom made it well aware that she did not like him at all but there wasn’t a reason for her to be so rude. He tried his best to impress everyone, especially my mom, but she didn’t even put effort in to pretending that she was the least bit interested. I pulled her to the side and that’s when she told me she would only ever approve of you. She said to stop being stupid and to do whatever I possibly could to get you back. I don’t know why she’s so adamant on us ending up together—well, I know why—we have so many memories together. You’ve been in my life for almost ten years, we got in to this familiar routine of only really knowing each other. You are all I’ve ever known Mark and it took our break up for me to realize and accept that you’re all I ever want to know. I felt so lost without you—you took a huge part of me with you when you left. But what makes us so confident that things are going to work out this time? What if the same reason we broke up the first time causes us to break up again? I can’t lose you Mark—I can’t go through another broken heart—“

His lips were warm against yours and as much as you weren’t the biggest fan of him interrupting you—you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to kiss him a lot more now that he was back in your life.

“And you won’t baby. I can promise you that. No more tears—no more breaking up—I can’t be without you, I need you y/n. I don’t know how I went this long without you but let me tell you, I was suffering. Waking up every morning felt like a chore. Interacting with people became so annoying and I hated leaving my apartment. I couldn’t stop thinking that we made a mistake—every single day. I wanted to storm back in to your apartment and kiss you senseless. I wanted to fight harder for you—for us. I’ve known that I wanted you in my life until I grew old and wrinkly even before we became a couple. Every time my mom brought you up in to conversation, I could physically feel my heart break. I wanted to ask her how you were doing—if you found somebody new, if you still had feelings for me the way I did with you, if you regretted the break up—but I didn’t think it would be good for either of us.” He took in a deep breath before running his hands through your hair and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Jinyoung kept giving me that bullshit “if we were meant for each other, we would still be together.” I had to stop myself from socking him in the face. That was complete and utter bullshit. He and Jaebeom kept trying to set me up with all these girls I had no interest at all in. I even left a date like an asshole because I wanted nothing to do with them or just dating in general. I didn’t want to be with anyone if it wasn’t you. The thought of loving someone else made me sick to my stomach. My mom gave me the same earful—telling me to go buy you a bouquet of flowers, a nice piece of jewelry and to ask you for forgiveness. She wouldn’t stop reminding me that you are the best thing to happen to me—like I didn’t already know that and believe that wholeheartedly. I promise she didn’t reach out to me—although, I don’t blame her for loving me so much, I’m amazing—ow! What? I’m being serious!” He rubbed his forehead on the spot where you flicked him before playfully squeezing your butt.

“That was simply coincidence—or maybe it was fate. Maybe your mom talking about how much she wanted us together is what got you to realize that that’s what you wanted too. Like I told you in the text, my mom brought you up to my dad when I went to go visit them. I know it was on purpose—I’m telling you, our mothers are a dangerous pair when they’re together. Maybe we should keep our relationship a secret for a little while—I’m sure they’ll have a field day once they find out and the last thing I need is for my mom to boast that she told me so. Wait—do you mind telling me when you and your boyfriend broke up? I mean, you don’t have to, I’m just curious—“

“He broke up with me—because of you.” He gave you the most adorable look of confusion—obviously not understanding any word you just said and motioned for you to continue.

“I never told him about you when he and I started seeing each other—I didn’t feel like it was necessary. But our mutual friend who introduced us to each other let him know that I had gotten out of a relationship four months prior just to warn him that I might still be healing from the breakup. I never showed him that I was still hung up on you or that my mind and heart was somewhere else—but that night, he put two and two together and asked me if I still loved you. I couldn’t help it—I had to lie to him. I wanted to move on—and I couldn’t do that if I was still making you the center of my world. I thought that if I continuously told him that I felt nothing towards you anymore, I would start to accept it myself.”

You brought your hands up in to his shirt; wanting to be as close to him as possible but not in a sexual way. This was one of your favorite ways of being intimate with him. He was your own personal furnace; his body was always so warm and you had to stifle back a laugh seeing him blush at the feeling of your dainty fingers running along his chest.

“I got your messages right after he dropped me home that night and I’ve been so out of it ever since. He knew I was unhappy—he told me he was aware that I did not love him or care for him the way he obviously did with me. He had a feeling that the dinner is what turned my mood so sour, but he never spoke up about whether or not hearing your name again happened to be the reason why I was so distracted. I wanted to act as if everything was fine—I wanted to pretend that your words weren’t the only things I was putting my focus on, but they were. I didn’t react to his accomplishments as much—I no longer laughed at his jokes or initiated any kind of skin ship. I was only staying with him for his sake and because I was hoping that maybe one day I would reciprocate his feelings. But I couldn’t and I honestly never will. He wanted me to be happy—even if that meant giving me up to someone else. I couldn’t keep leading me on and using him for my benefit. It wasn’t fair to either of us and it made me come to the realization that nobody will ever be able to replace you. I’ll never love anyone or care about anyone the way I do with you. You’re my soulmate Mark Tuan. My special person. It’s going to be you and only you for the rest of my life.”

You looked up at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes—God, how did you live without him for so many months? Seeing tears brim up at his eyes made your heart flutter—he might have told you he loved you on a daily basis, but watching him cry over you just proved how much you meant to him. You pecked him gently before wiping away a couple of tears from his cheeks.

“I love you y/n. More than I will ever be able to tell you—but I can show you every single day through my actions. You mean everything to me. Every morning I wake up and every night before I go to bed, even during the day, my heart longs for you and my mind wanders to you. You’re my entire world baby and I plan on giving you everything you deserve and more. I know we won’t be able to pretend like these last seven months didn’t happen, but I will make it up to you. I promise. I won’t let anything get in the way of you and I. You and me—we’re endgame. I’m going to marry you one of these days and we’re going to live the life we’ve always wanted—together.” You beamed up at him and reconnected your lips together; humming contently in to the kiss.

“Hmmm—that sounds wonderful. Together with you is my favorite place to be.”

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idy-ll-ique · 4 years

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Doubts.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of angst.

Requested: By @just-trying-to-survive-marvel

"Can you do a tom hiddleston x reader with the quote "it's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today"? Maybe they dont get to see each other often since they live in separate places. As long as it has a happy ending I'm down 😁"

Summary: Tom is in America for a film shoot so his wife Y/N, and his 2 year old daughter Rosie decide to give him a surprise visit.

Author's Note: Wassup! First of all, a huge thank you to @just-trying-to-survive-marvel for requesting the fic and sending the prompt. I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you all have the same amount of fun reading it :)

Y/N - Your Name

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Tom turned to look at his wife of 3 years, Y/N. They were at the airport, his flight would leave soon. He was going to another country for a film; he had to stay there for 8 months, which was going to be his longest time away from her in a long, long time. Y/N stared back at her husband, tears shining in her eyes. "I'm going to miss you." At her softly spoken statement, Tom rushed forward.

He took her in his arms, hugging her tightly. "Same here, darling. Don't worry, though, I'm going to call you every single day, maybe even twice if I get the chance." Y/N chuckled, pulling away from him. She wiped her tears and leaned on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss. "I love you, I'll see you later," she whispered upon pulling away. Tom nodded, still in a daze.

He soon snapped out of his trance. "I love you too, darling." With one last smile directed towards Y/N, he walked into the airport while pushing his luggage which was kept on a trolley. Y/N turned towards the exit, quickly booking a cab as she walked. When she got home, she fished out her keys and opened the main door.

As she turned on the lights, the thuds of soft footsteps echoed around the room. The babysitter Y/N had hired to look after Rosie, Tom and Y/N's 2 year old, gave her a grin. Her name was Sofia, she was 14. "Rosie is asleep," Sofia told Y/N, who nodded. She checked the time, it was nearly midnight. "Are you leaving? Stay the night, it's very late."

Y/N's motherly instincts kicked in when she saw the young woman putting on her sneakers. "It's okay, Mrs Hiddleston, I called my dad a while ago. You said you'd be back before midnight, I told him to come pick me up at 12:15. I'll just wait outside," Sofia laughed. "I'm waiting with you," Y/N smiled and the two walked outside.

They sat on the porch, talking for a long time. Turns out, Sofia was babysitting to earn money for a new mobile phone. Sofia had arrived at the Hiddleston residence at 4 in the afternoon, to look after Rosie as Tom and Y/N went on a long date before his flight. Y/N paid her a lot of money for that, she was here for 8 hours!

Soon, a white car pulled up in front of the house, which belonged to Sofia's father. Only when Sofia was safely inside the car and had driven off, did Y/N go inside again. She walked up the stairs and peeked into Rosie's room. The baby was fast asleep, a soft smile on her face. Y/N grinned and quietly closed the door.

She went to the bedroom shared by herself and Tom. She put on her pajamas, taking off the sweaty, dirty and itchy clothes she was wearing. After doing her nightly skincare routine, she went to Rosie's room again. There was a bed installed in the baby's room and Y/N just didn't feel like sleeping in her own room.

She laid down on the bed, watching Rosie before she herself fell deep asleep, tired from the day's activities.

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"And… cut!"

Tom sighed, immediately dropping his facade. He walked towards his trailer, running a hand through his hair. Once he was inside, he sat on the small bed and took his phone in his hand. He opened his chat with Y/N, his disappointment flaring. Last time he checked, the message was delivered but not read by her… now it was delivered and read, but she hadn't even replied!

What was up with her? He had sent a simple message: Hi love, how are you? How's Rosie? I hope you two are well. Why she hadn't responded… well… he didn't know. Nearly 4 months had passed since he left their home in London and came to America for the film. Since around 2 weeks, though, Y/N had been acting very weird. She barely spoke to him, made excuses if she couldn't talk and didn't reply to his messages.

That caused Tom's mind to go to the gutters instantly because let whatever be the intellect of anyone, everyone becomes a stupid piece of shit when it comes to the ones they love. What if she didn't like him anymore? What if she found someone else? What if she divorced him and took Rosie with her? What if, what if, what if… Involuntarily, tears pooled in his eyes. He held his palms in front of his eyes and sobbed silently, ignoring the message that popped up on the screen of his phone.

Y/N ❤✨

Sorry I haven't been responding! Everything is amazing, Rosie is fine. She misses daddy too much, though… I hope that miraculously the shooting ends early so you can come home!! We miss you a lot!!!! I love you, forever and always 💙

PS- I'm going to give you a surprise ;)

Without even looking at the message, Tom switched off his phone and kept it away. He cleaned up and wore different clothes, deciding to go for a walk to clear his mind. Here, Y/N was confused. Her phone showed that he was online just a couple minutes ago, yet he wasn't viewing her message. Was he okay? She shrugged and kept her phone away; he might be busy.

The surprise she had planned for Tom was that Y/N and Rosie were going to visit him on the sets a week later. She purposely limited her conversations with him so she wouldn't give her secret away. A loud cry from Rosie's room had Y/N up in a second, running to the kitchen. She was probably hungry. At 2 years old, Rosie ate anything she could chew and swallow well. Her favorite was the fruit apple.

Since she couldn't chew an apple well, Y/N always mashed the apple on a plate and gave it to her. For some deranged reason, it was Rosie's favorite meal. Sure, Y/N was proud of her for eating healthy, but… who demands the same fruit for every meal? Nevertheless, she quickly prepared the mashed apple and went to Rosie's room.

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"Tom! Tom, get up!"

Startled, he nearly fell off the small bed in the trailer. Why would someone be waking him up at 6 in the goddamn morning? He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Without bothering to put a t-shirt over his pajama pants, he got up and opened the door to his trailer, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes. What he saw in front of himself, though… he couldn't have been prepared for it at all. Y/N stood outside, a huge grin on her face.

How was she here? He didn't even know she was going to visit him! What a pleasant surprise indeed. Rosie was in her arms, too, staring at him with a grin similar to Y/N's. The mother-daughter duo looked ethereal in Tom's eyes. He ran out of the trailer and jumped into Y/N and Rosie's open arms. He hugged them both to his chest, eyes shining with tears of joy. "Hi daddy!" Rosie giggled into his shoulder. "Rosie… Y/N… I—"

"Surprise!" Y/N laughed, pulling away. Rosie motioned towards Tom, urging him to pick her up which he gladly did. "Is that why you didn't text me back? Or talked to me?" he asked. "Yeah, sorry if it made you doubt me. We had been planning it for a month," she chuckled. "We?" He looked around in confusion. "Yes, we. The crew, the other cast members, the directors, everyone knew!" she informed him.

Tom's jaw dropped. "Everyone? No one told me!" he blurted out. "Well, if someone told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it?" Y/N chuckled, hugging him. He put an arm around her waist, holding Rosie in the arm. She was in her own world, looking around the place. "It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today. My day is made," he mumbled, placing his chin atop her head.

Y/N burrowed closer to him. "How long are you gonna stay here?" Tom questioned a few seconds later. "One week. We wish we could stay longer, but we don't want to disturb you and plus, my job starts next week," Y/N said with a smile. He was about to reply when a sudden urge to sneeze overcame him. "Achoo!" Rosie burst out laughing as Tom sneezed loudly. "Put on a t-shirt, Mr Hiddleston, we're not going anywhere!" Y/N wheezed, clutching her stomach.

He laughed too, passing Rosie over. Y/N and Rosie waved as Tom walked into his trailer. He grinned at himself in the mirror, hating himself for doubting his wife. He quickly put on a t-shirt, combed his hair and made himself slightly more presentable. When he walked back outside, he saw Y/N and Rosie chatting with his coworkers. More like, his co-stars were crooning over Rosie.

She was replying enthusiastically as well. He smirked to himself, quietly sneaking over to Y/N. He put his arms around her from behind, smiling as Y/N placed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Mr Hiddleston," she whispered. "I love you too, Mrs Hiddleston, so much."

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farouchelyoptimistic · 4 years

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HyunJi: Wrap-up

The night was getting deeper as the clock struck nine. Everyone at the wrap-up party had fairly devoured ample amounts of juicy and tender samgyupsal partnered with scrumptious side dishes and mouthwatering hotpots that had been specially prepared for the entire cast and crew. After months of hard work, each and every single entity of the team deserved this grandeur.

Especially the leads, which was currently still lacking one.

Soo Hyun and Jung Se were sat in a table just by the corner of the restaurant, the director right beside Jung Se. They had enjoyed their share of proteins as they talked and mused about the ending of their drama and about each other's hobbies.

The seat beside Soo Hyun was noticeably empty. Reserved for the female protagonist who was still out and about, filming an ad. It was unfortunate she couldn't be there on time, but work was work and she was a professional.

"Is Yea Ji-ssi still coming?" Jung Se asks the seemingly love-struck boy who has been stuck on his phone for the past ten minutes. Probably texting the missing girlfriend, Jung Se thought. Prior to knowing about their relationship---Gold Medalist's well-kept secret---he already had a hunch that something was going on.

It was fairly obvious, to him especially, since he spent the majority of the time with the pair. They seemed extremely close for two people who claim they've just met for the first time. Away from the cameras they stood too close to each other, touched too freely, spoke too casually giggled at each other like they can read each other's minds at one glance.

They were oblivious to the fact that he noticed almost everything, but out of respect to young love, he remained quiet. Smiling to himself at their little antics. He doesn't fail to notice the two cups of coffee Soo Hyun brings to set in the morning and the casual plans for dinner.

His suspicions were confirmed during the short meeting about keeping the couple's status in the low. Not everyone was there though, only him and a few of the main cast members. The director, the writer, the producer, and a few close staff members. But he was sure, even though nobody pried, the rest of the uninformed cast and staff had their hunches, and just like him, they remained quiet.

"She's on her way." Soo Hyun looks up from his phone and smiles. He looks back down for a second before he sends the last text message to Yea Ji who was whining about being tired and hungry.

He knew that no matter how tired she was, there was no way she was going to miss this party. She loved everyone, and everyone loved her. He couldn't blame them though, his Jagi was a gem.

Shy and quiet at first, she was a delight to be with once talked to. She brightened the room with just a single smile, filling it with her presence. She had done that the first time he saw her six years ago, filling the room with her presence, brightening it up with her smiles.

She had captivated him in an instant. It was a long ride between them, gaining and losing contact with each other as they both build up their careers in the industry. He was lucky enough, after all the sneaky visits and hour-long phone calls, he got lucky to call her his just before he got into the military. She had kept him going, and on the weekends he got to keep his phone for the night, he would speak to her on the phone until the wee hours of the dawn where her voice sounded more magical as it lowers down another notch.

On days he got to go out of the base, he would spend it with her. Talking for hours. He loved hearing her talk, her voice was music to his hears. He could just sit there and listen to her speak, and it would be enough for him. And he loved looking at her talk, the excitement in her face as she narrates about her day and about work. He loved it when her eyes curved into thin lines whenever she smiles.

He was in the middle of hanging out with the rest of the cast, now his friends, taking photos, and having fun when he feels his phone vibrate. In an instant, he fishes it out of his pocket and immediately opens the message from Yea Ji who said she had just arrived in the building.

With a polite nod, he excuses himself from the crowd, basically sprinting towards the door and down the stairs. He knew the company car drove her here, giving him the opportunity to drive her home tonight.

Skipping through the empty halls, he stretches a wide smile as he sees her walking slowly in her heels. She had long hair extensions, her make up elegant. She was dressed in tight jeans and a black puffy top, matching his shirt.

He immediately notices the tired eyes and the fairly slumped shoulders. Had been there anyone else around, she would strut down that hall, head held up high with a huge smile. She never wanted anyone to see her in a slump. He was special enough to be allowed to see her vulnerable side.

In an attempt to lift her spirits up, he runs towards her, and jumps, landing into dramatic position, knees bent and arms wide open.

"Jagi-ah!" He lets his voice rift in an operatic tone, his adam's apple moving up and down as he modulates.

Yea Ji couldn't go but burst into laughter, shaking her head and she skips towards Soo Hyun to cover his mouth. Her breathy low laugh fills his ears, making him smile. His plan worked.

He chuckles, straightening up and expertly scooping her tiny waist in his arms. She giggles as he presses a kiss on her cheeks.

"I look like shit." She chortles as they walk hand in hand. Suddenly, Soo Hyun stops in his tracks, pulling her hand to make her face him.

He brings a hand up to cup her face. It was too small that his hand looked bigger, but it fit perfectly against his palm.

"Yeppeuda." He says, making her blush. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss her forehead. He drapes his hand over her shoulders as they continue walking.

When they reach the restaurant doors, he places his hands on her shoulders and gently puhes her inside. "Guess who's here?!" He announces, making everyone erupt in glee.

Yea Ji waved and smiled here and there as her friends greeted her, only getting a chance to glance at them as Soo Hyun ushers her to their table.

He has her sit on the corner, beside him, against the wall. The director and Jung Se stands up, welcoming her. She politely nods her head, smiling at both of them.

If anyone didn't see her enter the room, no one would probably know she's here from where she's seated. They'd probably think he's trapping her there, keeping her to himself. It's not like he's being selfish, but he knows she's a slave to her kindness. No matter how exhausted she is, she would still make the effort to interact with everyone if they had the chance to get a hold of her.

She was too kind for her own good, and it was his job to save her. He knew, because he was the exact same.

He moves swiftly as he grabs her a bowl of rice, bringing the side dishes closer to her. He immediately starts the grill, flipping the meat for her to consume.

Jung Se and the director were in awe as they observed the two's domesticated interactions. They couldn't help but smile as Soo Hyun cooks and cuts meat, placing them on Yea Ji's plate. Both of them were the direct witnesses of the couple's carefully hidden loved up romance on set. For some odd reason, they were fond of watching them now.

Soo Hyun smiles as he watches Yea Ji stuff her face with food. He expertly cooks the meat and carefully fills her plate. He also loved watching her eat because she ate so well and it amused him how someone so tiny can devour so much food.

He rests his arm on the backrest of her chair, watching her closely. He hadn't noticed the ridiculous smile on his face as he marveled at her, his eyes curved into bright eye smiles.

"Do you want more? Hmmm?" His voice is sweet and soft, warm even as he leans in closer. She shakes her head, her cheeks full. He chuckles. "Are you sure?" He tries to find her face.

When she looks at him, both cheeks full, mischief in eyes, he knew the final answer. He chuckles once more, sliding his hand over the back of her head before he starts grilling a few more slices of meat.

He passes her the glass of water Jung Se kindly filed. She accepts it gratefully, sipping the cool liquid. When she sets it down, he quickly grabs the table napkin and wipes the side of her face.

Jung Se and the director couldn't help but galnce at each other, smiling at the radiating warmth displaying in front of them. But it wasnt just the two if them. The rest of the people, the ones who knew and the ones who had hunches, stole glances at them, keeping their small smiles to themselves.

Everyone respected their privacy, and respected the tired eyes Yea Ji couldn't mask. As much as they want to pester her with stories and take pictures, they decided to let it go. They were happy to see her being well fed and resting. She had done an excellent work being Moon Young and she deserved this.

Soo Hyun doesn't fail to notice her occasional neck stretching and shoulder rolling. He knew she was tired and her muscles we're aching. She'd been heavily booked, filming ads and having photoshoots in between filming the drama. She barely had any time for sleep. Everyone missed her during group pics and hang outs, but they understood how much rest she needed.

Arm over the back rest of her chair, his hand radiates warmth over the back of her neck. Squeezing and putting pressure, gliding to her shoulders, massaging.

He inches closer, body pressing against her.

"I always knew you had superpowers."

"Why?"

"Because no one can grow hair like you can." He tugs on her extensions lightly, making her laugh. He smiles as he watches her shake her head, playfully hitting his chest.

After a few pictures and chats with everyone, the silent yawns from Yea Ji signals him it was time to drive her own. A lot of the cast members already went home, so it was high time they did too.

After politely extending their gratitudes and farewells, he gently holds her wrist as he stands up, carrying her small purse with him.

The car ride was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence they both enjoyed. She looked out the window as they drove by, the lights of the night illuminating her face. She smiles and turns to him when she feels his hand on her shoulder again, squeezing.

She always wondered to herself how lucky she got to have someone like him in her life. He was a top celebrity, someone everyone wants to call theirs. And here she was, freely calling him hers. To say she was frightened would be an understatement, the rumors and the backlash could have been horrifying. But they've concealed it for years and they've succesfully enjoyed each other's company in the privacy they longed. And to top all of that, she was happy with him. Genuinely, massively happy. And she loved him to the brim.

"Finally." Yea Ji muses as he slumps on her couch. Soo Hyun only chuckles and joins her, pulling her close until her weight was on him and he was cradliing her like a baby. She buries her face on his chest, inhaling his comforting familiar scent.

She lets out contented sigh, falling limp over his body as his thumbs draws small circles on her arm, his other hand caressing her head, down to the tip of her hair.

"Soo Hyun-ah."

"Yea Ji-ah."

"Stop tugging on my extensions, it's going to fall out." He burst into soft laughter, amused at her wits.

He wraps her arms around him tighter, pressing his cheek on her head. Snuggling.

"You should rest. I won't bother you tonight."

She giggles, her voice sounding lower. It was getting harder to hold back when her voice pitches down, but she's tired. And he genuinely wants her to rest.

With a sigh, they slowly untangle from each other, standing up and walking to the door hand in hand. Before he opens the door, he turns around to her, sliding his large hands over her thin arms.

"I'll see you tomorrow, hmmm?" She smiles the same time he does. With a gentle tug, he brings her closer, arms wrapping around her tiny waist.

He leans in for a quick kiss, their lips lingering as their tongues brush against each other. When they pull out, their lips curve up into a smile.

"Saranghae."

-end-

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border-spam · 4 years

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Everything, and far sooner than Tyreen was ok with, mostly because Troy is so weird.

Ty had given her a basic breakdown on the twin’s first night on her ship once Sei got a drip into Troy and it was clear he wasn’t on death’s door anymore. The buggy ride back to her ship had been terrible, not knowing these kids yet hadn’t made hearing Tyreen’s wracking sobs or the rattle of Troy’s lungs any easier. She’d done her best to focus on driving, tuning her hearing to the crunch of the scorched dust under their wheels, and away from what the girl was saying to her brother as she leaned over him in the back seat. Ty was whispering as she braced his head on her lap, reassurances and mild threats that he better wake up, and Sei would have smiled at the love being showed if it wasn’t so personal. Listening in felt... intrusive. There was a very real chance he’d not be alive by the time they made it to her dock, she’d let Tyreen have this time with in private. It was between them, not her. She was just the fool who hadn’t sense enough to turn down a stray girl's pleads for help, and Sei was sure she was going to regret it.

Once he was finally stable hours later, she’d insisted the girl level with her. The amount of charity she was willing to offer strangers was nearing its limit, it was time for Tyreen to justify why Sei should continue being hospitable when she’d done what she’d been begged to, now that Troy was going to make it. Ty slumped on the floor next to the wall cot where he slept, and sniffled between tears that they weren’t from Pandora. That they hadn’t been prepared for any of this and how quickly things had gone wrong. She’d said all she had now was her brother, whimpered through hiccups that she’d nearly lost him too because she hadn’t been able to help when he got sick, and promised she’d pay her back somehow if they could stay just a few more days. Sei had sighed, rubbing at her forehead tiredly as she felt a headache mull behind her eyes. Painfully aware that two dirty, sick kids with nowhere to go and no one to fall back on were people she’d never be able to forgive herself for turning away, she’d told Ty just to go to fucking sleep. They’d discuss it tomorrow, and that she hoped Tyreen was aware just how lucky she really was to have run into someone stupid enough to give them a chance... that they would need to earn their keep.

That dynamic became the norm even after Troy woke up. Ty did all the talking, while Troy said nothing for weeks. His fearful silence around her in the crew quarters or the way he’d pretend to be asleep and refuse to make eye contact had left Seifa worrying he may be mute; a real possibility considering how often you’d come across folk with selective communication on Pandora. When she brought it up with Ty eventually, she laughed, then waved her hand dismissively. Nah, he wasn’t mute, she’d scoffed. He was just an awkward tool.

Sei would hear them discussing things in muffled voices behind closed doors, but he remained silent around her, eyes wide as he’d pick at the threadbare hem of his sweater and nod yes or no responses politely.

She would never have thought it would be him that would tell her everything.

Ty had opened up plenty in those first few weeks, especially once she’d decided Seifa could be trusted after not changing how she treated either when Troy’s Siren status had been noted by the medic he’d needed. Tyreen had been adamant at first that they couldn’t trust doctors, that letting anyone know what she and Troy were would be a deadly mistake, but Sei had sworn her “friend” would keep them both under wraps and helped the younger woman understand her brother needed help. She’d been right, Troy’s condition had improved, they hadn’t been sold to a corporation, and Ty blossomed into being genuinely chatty instead of suspiciously reserved.

A happy Tyreen was all confidence and NO subtlety, she’d make huge broad statements like how they were from a “A little backwater planet, oh you wouldn’t have heard of it...” whoever she learned it from was a rampant bullshitter who relied on being boisterous, not believable, and Sei would smirk as she sipped from her coffee, nodding along with Tyreen's clumsy attempts to lie about how they moved here to be stars, taking notes on what she'd need to teach this woman if she was going to have a chance. “Stars...” she’d replied, the twinkle in her eye betraying her amusement at the entire scene Ty had just worked so hard on, “Stars don't wear pants with the asses near tore out of em, Tyreen. You got a lot of work to do, and you gotta start from the ground, love." By the end of the month Ty was raring for opportunity to get off the ship, while Troy was just about mobile, still weak enough to not be able to stand for long. It had been painfully clear his physical condition was poor, the virus that had nearly killed him in their first week on the planet would have been shrugged off as a head-cold by most natives, but weeks later and you could still hear the rattle in his lungs and see the tremor in his hand. Ty had been accompanying Sei on small trade-offs, chores, sales approaches, and was confident enough to beg for the chance to run tasks alone. Said it was a ”Great opportunity to learn the ropes!”, insisted with practiced charisma that it would help teach her to handle herself around Pandorans, and Seifa had wholeheartedly agreed. She’d been on an errand planet side, picking up some carbon buffers from a friend of a friend when Troy had finally spoke.

He’d arrived silently to the table for the meal Sei had called into the cabin quarters to let him know would be up soon, and sat slumped, staring down at the food while Seifa tried to fill the heavy quiet with idle chatter as she prepped her own. ”Any word from Tyreen yet?” -silence, just the brush of cloth behind her as he shifted in his chair- ”She’ll be fine you know, been doing great with me, natural liar! Plays them like cards, heh-heh” She’d turned to sit with her meal and paused mid step as she saw the state he was in, at the exhaustion in his expression as he awkwardly hunched over the little table. He looked shattered, scruffy hair framing the dark rings under his tired eyes, staring quietly at the untouched food in front of him. Sei decided it would be worth gambling a different approach as she lowered herself into her seat.

“Ahhh.. sorry Troy” she’d sighed, resting her cheek on her hand as she leaned on the table and tilted her cup towards him in apology. “I’m boring you, huh. My company must be pretty terrible then, I’m getting rusty...” He’d turned quickly at the theatrically melancholy in her tone and fidgeted as his eyes flickered between hers and the plate in front of him, clearly alarmed and unsure how to respond. She waited, lifting the cup to hide her smile as the massive man in front of her squirmed like a child, before he finally stuttered out a choked:

“N-no. No. It’s not you. You’re .. fine.” There it was. Now they were getting somewhere, he’d taken the bait exactly as she hoped. Looks like letting others down was a weak-point, and she stored that away mentally for the future.

His voice was softer than she would have expected, crackly from misuse and a still raw throat, but it was something. Now she had to get him to keep going. She’d flashed a friendly grin at him, eyes narrowing as she beckoned with a finger for him to continue. He’d turned to the food again, and his shoulders sunk as the worry on his face was replaced with the same sadness from before, hand shaking slightly as he rested it by the plate. “It’s n-not you. It’s the food. We... we had something like this at home..” He’d paused for a moment then, looking to her shyly for reassurance that it was ok to be talking to her at all, and when he was met with a nod and gentle smile, he started again... and did not stop for half an hour.

Everything. Things she would never have imagined asking about, things someone else would consider intensely private, he spilled in one long, shocking monologue. It felt like he’d been bottling this for god knows how long, and she hadn’t had a clue how to respond as she sat next to him, trying to keep her expression blank and hide how disturbing the things he was calmly explaining were to her.

Leda, Typhon, Nekrotafeyo, the accident with Tyreen, how dad had just thought him a freak but become overwhelmingly controlling and smothering of Ty after mom, how sick he’d been, how she’d tricked him into coming here and he should have known better but he never seems to learn, how hungry he was deep in his bones all the time, how he desperately didn’t want to be here but can’t leave, how much he loves his sister but doesn’t know what to do, everything.

He’d spoke till his voice was cracking and hoarse from misuse, and that was the only thing that had stopped him from continuing, coughing quietly as he stared at the cold food. If Seifa’s reaction was something he noticed, he wasn’t phased by it, and she’d sat in the terrible silence next to him, struggling to think of what the hell she was meant to say.

“That’s rough, buddy.” wasn’t going to cut it. There was no way she could have been prepared for everything he’d just shared so freely, like it was some mundane chat between close friends and not the kind of secrets a normal person would have the self preservation to know not to blurt out to a near stranger. Words were failing her, so she awkwardly extended a hand and rested it above the hollow of his shoulder, stroking her thumb over the ridge of his collarbone in a comforting gesture, and hoped that any kind of reassurance she could offer right now would lessen how vulnerable the moment was. He’d not reacted, still gazing down at the untouched meal, then timidly cleared his throat and shifted his eyes slowly to meet hers from under his brow. “I.. I don’t think I can eat this” he’d whispered as his voice hitched nervously. “I’m going to go back to sleep. Thanks though.... S-sorry again.” He’d stood and nodded gratitude to her, before quietly lumbering out of the room she remained sitting in shock in, the cold coffee still in the cup held by her mouth. Tyreen had a lot of explaining to do when she got back, and Sei didn’t make it easy.

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doyoufancyathought · 3 years

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Through The Utility Closet Part 3: Get Tested

Y/N had never been a fan of hospitals. In fact, she had gone above and beyond in her efforts to avoid going to them. She thought she could probably count all of her hospital visits on her fingers. Thankfully, she was a fairly healthy individual, so it wasn't hard for her to stay out of the Emergency room. They were too sterile, too clean, and everyone was always bustling and grumping around, and poking and prodding all the time. Y/N knew that the hospital wasn't supposed to be an enjoyable place to spend time, but she definitely was of the opinion that steps could be made to make it at least comfortable. Or hospitable, if you'll excuse the joke.

Still, she was in a new dimension, apparently, and so exceptions must be made when it comes to personal dislikes against institutions. She wanted to get home, after all, and this was a necessary step. In order for these scientists to send her back home, they must figure out where exactly she is from, otherwise they could end up sending her to a completely wrong place or time or what have you, and that would just be a disaster.

Once she was up on the exam table, Y/N did her best to appear friendly to the business-like nurse. She was quick and efficient as she hooked Y/N up to at least different machines, and tied a rubber band around her upper arm. For a moment, Y/N was worried that these strangers might be shooting her full of drugs, but then she remembered that this was simply routine for drawing blood. She hoped that medical procedures weren't too different in this world from her own.

Y/N was relieved when the nurse brought in a tray of empty vials and begin to explain what she was doing.

"I'm going to draw some blood so we can do some tests. I'll also need a hair sample, and I'm going to do a saliva swab as well, just so we can take a look at your DNA. How's that sound?"

"Invasive."

The nurse smiled. "I promise you'll barely feel a thing. The swab will be oral, same as checking for strep."

The nurse did her tests, and then let a few scientists in lab coats in. They pulled up chairs in front of the exam table and introduced themselves, although Y/N forgot their names as soon as she heard them.

"Okay, so I guess the first question is for you to introduce yourself and where you're from."

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm from (hometown) in (country). I was working at one of my jobs when I fell through an inter dimensional portal and ended up here."

"Good start. Can you tell me about the planetary system from your home world?"

"I guess so." Y/N thought about it for a second, trying to remember those astronomy lessons from many years ago. "Earth is the third planet from the Sun, which is the centre of the system. Then there's Mercury, Mars, Earth, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Pluto, and I think I'm missing some. I can't remember the order, sorry, I've never been good at planets."

"That's all right. Can you tell me how many days in a year?"

"365."

"And how old are you?"

"22."

"And how old do people usually live to be?"

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe anywhere from 70 to 90 years?" Should have paid for attention in stats class.

"How big are spiders in your world?"

"Some of them are super tiny, like you can barely see them. And then some of them are huge, like a dinner plate."

"I see. And how big are chickens?"

"What?"

"How big are chicken? I know it's a weird question, but some worlds have gigantic chickens that actually prey on humans."

"Thats, um, disturbing. But my chickens are normal size? Like small enough to fit in an oven."

"Ok, well that's good. "

There where more questions like this, some about history and some about geography and flora and fauna. When they were all done, the scientists discussed for a minute by themselves.

"Okay, well, from what we can tell, your world is incredibly similar to our own, with the major differences likely being social development. You say you don't have the Avengers in your world?"

"No, we don't have any superheroes or superpowers at all. I wish, though."

"Yeah, that makes sense. How much do you know about inter-dimensional portals?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Ok, well that's fair, it's a tough subject. So pretty much, each dimension has kind of bridges to reach out to other dimensions. When two bridges line up, there's a chance for people or things to cross over."

"Okay, that makes sense I guess."

"A lot of the time, these bridges go unnoticed. Some dimensions are connected permanently, some are connected cyclicly, and some are connected for less than a second at a time, which makes them extra hard to track. You with me so far?"

Y/N nodded.

"Don't worry if you don't get it. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that we might have a hard time tracking down your world."

"Okay, but how long do you think it'll take? How long does it normally take?"

The scientists shifted uncomfortably. "Well that's the thing. There is an infinite amount of universes you could be from, and it'll take a while to narrow it down to just the most likely. From there, we would have to figure out what kind of bridges they all have, and figure out how to predict it, and then figure out a way to send you back."

"Oh, that does sound complicated. So like a month?"

They glanced at each other. "We've never done this before, and we've never sent anyone back through a bridge."

"Two months?"

"Maybe a year."

"What?"

"I said, maybe a year?"

"I'm going to be here for a year."

"Maybe, like I said we've never done this before so we can't really give you an idea of how long it will take."

"Oh my God."

"We're very sorry. We'll give you some space."

The scientists left, and the nurse from before came back in and started unhooking Y/N from the monitors.

"We've run all the tests we need to, dear. Do you have any questions?"

"I have so many questions, I don't even know where to begin."

"That's understandable. We'll have your results back in a few hours, and that'll help the scientists get a head start on where you're from. I've got your clothes here, if you step through that door you'll be able to change in privacy."

Y/N nodded and jumped off of the table, gathering her clothes in her rooms and she quickly walked across the cold floor to the changing room. She pulled on her work clothes, which consisted of jeans and a black t-shirt, but opted to leave the apron and baseball cap off. There was no need to wear them here. Y/N put her shoes back on, simple canvas slip-ons, and reflected on what she had just learned. Here are the facts.

1. She had magically teleported through a door.

2. She was now stuck in a world that apparently had superheroes.

3. The superheroes had no idea how to get her back, or how long it would take to figure it out.

4. She was stuck.

Now, a normal person might cry when they considered this situation. But, Y/N was not a normal person. She had the fun meal-deal of anxiety and depression, and at this moment, she thanked her ill little brain for causing her to overthink every little scenario so she would be prepared for the worst to happen. Of course, none of those thoughts covered time and dimension travel, but they had covered a sudden zombie apocalypse, so it was just a matter of adjusting the survival strategy. Find shelter, find friends, and fight to live.

So far, Y/N had maybe found friends. The Avengers seemed like a friendly bunch, if oddly beautiful, and Sam had offered his basement as shelter. Now, all she had to do was figure out the day to day stuff. Get a job, live a life, and get back to her world.

So she stepped out of the changing room back into the hallway, and say the Avengers gathered around. They all turned to her as the door closed behind her.

"And what did you find out from the scientists, Y/N?" Vision asked.

"Well, they tried explaining how inter-dimensional portals work. That went way over my head. But basically, I'm gonna be stuck here for a while until they can figure out where I'm from and figure out how to get me back. So, I guess I'm going to need to find a job or something pretty quick."

Tony shook his head and stepped to the front of the group. "That won't be necessary. I'm loaded, and I'll make sure you're set up to not need anything."

"Why?"

"Because I want to? You just flew through outer space into a whole new world, and you're worried about getting a job? Come on, live a little! You look like you work too hard. What work do you do?"

"At which job?"

"Well how many do you have?"

"Three."

"Holy moly."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Y/N shrugged. "I get bored."

"So you work?"

"Beats sitting around on my ass."

"Fair point. Well anyways, enjoy the vacation for now, and in the future if you still want a job, we'll have to figure out the proper documents. For now, enjoy your vacation! I'm loaded, and this is the perfect opportunity to share, okay?"

"If you really want to, I mean, I don't mind working."

"Clearly, you have three jobs. Psycho. But no, I don't mind. In fact, I would be offended if you didn't accept my offer."

"Okay, well, then, thanks!"

"No problem. I already gave Sam a credit card for you, so you can go shopping on your way to his house. You do know how to work a credit card, right?"

Y/N grinned. "Yes, Tony, I know how to work a credit card. My world apparently isn't that different from this one, just a few small differences I guess."

"Good. Alright, well, roll out, team."

The Avengers dissipated until it was just Sam, Steve, and James standing around with Y/N.

"So you're still coming with us, right?" Sam asked.

Y/N shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. If you don't mind, of course."

"Not at all. It'll be nice having a girl in the house, for once."

The group of four started walking down the long hallway.

"So do you just collect strays, Sam?" Y/N asked, curious of why he was so eager to offer his spare room to a total stranger.

Before he could answer, Steve cut in. "Yeah, I mean, why else did you think we lived with him?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe you were in a band, or really good gym buddies, or maybe even a throuple."

Sam choked on a laugh, but Bucky and Steve looked confused. "What's a throuple?" James asked.

"It's like a couple, but instead of it being two people, it's three." Y/N explained.

"And you thought?" Steve almost looked offended.

"Look, sorry, I don't know what's normal for you here, and I didn't want to assume it was all platonic!"

Sam was dying laughing. "You thought -" he had to lean on a wall to keep standing upright. "Man, we're just good friends, and these two have absolutely no credit, so it's hard for them to find places to stay."

"Ah. I guess being a superhero might not pay well."

"Well, I mean there are other reasons too, but yeah let's go with that." Steve didn't exactly want to jump this poor girl with the fact that he was also over 100 years old and had been frozen for a while. She had enough to worry about.

Y/N didn't pursue the other reasons, because they had finally exited the building and she was looking around, comparing this new world to her own. It was dark out, because it was night. She looked down the street and saw a McDonalds sign, which made her smile. At least she could have her chicky nugs if things got too tough. Turns out this world was just like hers, just with a bit of a different history. A lot more violence, hence the need for superheroes.

They got into the car, and Sam drove them to a mall, where they spent an hour and a half hopping around to different stores to get stuff. Y/N got used to spending someone else's money, and she definitely took advantage of the three guys following her around who offered, nay, insisted on carrying her bags. However, she insisted on going into the drugstore alone so she could collect toiletries.

She grabbed a cart (and honestly who uses a cart in a drugstore unless you have serious money to spend) and spent about 45 minutes going up and down most of the aisles to find what she needed. Luckily, the products were exactly the same as she was used to, so it was only a matter of finding exactly what she needed.

When Y/N finally walked out, she spotted her new companions sitting down on one of those middle-of-the-mall benches that are intended for senior citizens and mothers with rowdy children and men waiting for women to finish their shopping.

"Got everything you need?" Sam asked as he stood up and stretched.

"Yup."

"Alright, let's head home. You feel like pizza for dinner?"

"What's pizza?" Y/N deadpanned, and the three guys looked shocked.

"You don't know what pizza is?" Steve asked.

"Nope, never heard that word before in my life."

"Seriously?"

"Why would I joke about it?"

"You've never had pizza before." James reiterated.

"Nope. What is it?"

"No, you gotta experience it." Sam smiled and started walking back the way they had come.

Steve and James were perfect gentleman, and oddly strong as well, but Y/N again did not complain when they grabbed her bags from the drugstore. She opened doors for them as they went out to the parking lot.

Once they were back in the car, Sam got on his phone and ordered pizza that would be delivered right as they got home, provided traffic cooperated. Y/N spent the drive looking out the window at all the lights and people she saw, and didn't pay much attention to the conversation the guys were having. Nothing looked too out of the ordinary, except for the whole superhero thing.

Once they got to Sam's house, a tidy little bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood, they unloaded the car and headed inside. Steve and James ran downstairs to put Y/N's bags in her room, while Sam gave her a tour.

As they were walking down a hallway, Y/N stopped to look at family pictures hanging on the wall.

"Is this your family?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's my sister and her two boys. They've grown a lot since that picture was taken though."

"They look like lots of fun."

"They're a handful, that's for sure."

"And these are your parents?"

"Yeah," Sam said quietly. "They passed a few years ago, that's the last picture we ever took of them both together."

"Oh I'm so sorry." Sam shook his head as Y/N reached out to touch his arm. "They have really kind eyes." She said, her gaze returning to the picture.

"They were the kindest people I've ever known." Sam said, and just then, the doorbell rang. "Sounds like the pizzas here."

Y/N could hear the two boys thundering back up the stairs as she followed Sam to the front door. She expected that he would need help carrying all the food in.

She was right. The delivery driver had to go back to his car to get a second load of pizza. Y/N brought the first load into the kitchen and got a few plates down from the cupboard.

"Oh, good, you found the plates!" Sam said as he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Yeah, lucky guess."

They set the table in silence as Steve and James washed up, and then they sat down for dinner.

Sam decided he wanted to know more about Y/N. "So, Y/N, tell us a little bit about yourself."

"Ok, well," Y/N hated this questions, because how do you boil yourself down to just a few facts? She just wished people would ask direct questions, because she could answer questions if they were clear. She hated vagueness. "I'm 22, I still live, or lived, with my parents. I like dogs. My favourite colour is yellow. I have three jobs, as a nanny, in retail, and also at a Bubble Tea shop in my hometown. What else do you want to know?"

"Well that's a lot. Why do you have three jobs?" Steve asked.

Y/N shrugged, having to explain her workaholic tendencies twice in a day. "I get bored. And I like working, keeps life interesting."

"I'll bet. What do you do for fun?"

"I read a lot. And I like to go to the lake. And crochet."

"What kind of books do you read?" Steve asked.

"It depends. Sometimes fantasy, sometimes mystery. I read a lot of those cheap drugstore romances."

"Wait, you crochet?" Sam asked. "What are you, a grandma?"

"Like a crazy, chaotic grandma, kinda. I drink a lot of tea and wear a lot of sweaters, sorry for being comfy!"

They went back and forth for a few minutes. "How do you like the pizza?" Sam asked.

"Well," Y/N waggled her head back and forth, debating how to break the ruse. "Not the best I've ever had, but it's close."

"Wait, you've had pizza before?"

"Yes."

"You said before though-"

"And you believed me?Rookie move, gentlemen."

"Why would you trick us?" They weren't mad, just a little confused. And amused. James hadn't really said much since they sat down for dinner, but he grinned and chuckled at the confused looks on his friends faces.

Y/N shrugged. "Gotta keep you guys on your toes, yaknow?" They all laughed. "But hey, tell me more about you guys. You're super soldiers? What does that even mean?"

Sam and Steve took turns explaining who they were, and how the Avengers came to be. They didn't touch too much on James, who excused himself fairly into the evening. He was a little shy and quiet around newcomers, apparently, but Y/N wasn't bothered. She had bigger things to worry about than someone being shy around her.

When the talking turned to yawns, Sam offered to show Y/N to her room. He took her down the stairs into the basement, which opened up into a spacious rec room. There was a massive TV and a pool table. Down a short hallway were the two previously spare rooms, both of which were now occupied by strays that Sam had picked up. The only bathroom was unfortunately across the basement, but Y/N didn't foresee any problems with that.

Sam explained how every room had it's own colours for sheets and towels and stuff, and Y/N was very impressed with how domestically organized he was turning out to be.

Sam went back upstairs, and Y/N took a few minutes to settle in. She would unpack and run her new clothes through the laundry tomorrow, but for now all she wanted was a hot shower and a good long nights sleep.

She went into the bathroom, and saw that James had already made space for her stuff in the shower caddy, on the towel rack, and in the medicine cabinet above the sink. With a smile on her face, she put her few new belongings in those empty spaces, then drug herself through the shower and fell into her bed, exhausted.

Before her eyes closed, Y/N considered what had happened to her today. In a new dimension, living with three strange yet wonderful men, something that would be sure to give her mother a heart attack. And yet, she was excited for the morning to come. Part of her hoped that when she opened her eyes again, she would wake up in her home world, and she would be surrounded by people she knew and recognized. That's what a normal person would hope for in this situation, right?

But as I've told you before, Y/N is no normal person, and the other part of her was wishing that when she woke up, she would still be here, in Sam's house. She wanted to opportunity to explore, so see what else was out there. Maybe she'd discover a new life, a new chance to be the person she had wished to be but never got the chance. Whatever happened, she knew that tomorrow would be full questions, and hopefully a few answers. She hoped, anyways.

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kuronanox · 4 years

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Reminiscing - Izuru Kira

3 years ago

"Drinking tonight? But it's Thursday." Kira blandly says as he hands in his reports to Hisagi, but the older man just pats his back with excitement. "Ma! Don't feel so down! It's (Your Name) birthday dinner! Rangiku is setting everything up!" He cheers with a blushing face after closing his nose from bleeding.

"Why is your nose bleeding Hisagi San?"

"Be-be-because the theme is erotica."

"EHH?! I mean I don't really know (Your Name)!" Kira defends trying get away from such crowds, he rather be writing some haiku or a small gathering. "I already RSVP you Kira!"

He sighs and recalls that (Your Name) had been promoted 3rd seat recently for squad 10. "Don't tell me she is another Matsumoto San?"

Hisagi walks Kira off and bids a farewell until tonight.

(Your Name) agreed for Rangiku to throw her a birthday dinner because she was busy finishing all the paper work that her lieutenant absolutely refused to do. "Good job (Your Name) you can get off early since it is your birthday." Hitsugaya slightly smiles at her as she smiles back.

"Really Taicho?!"

"Yeah just make sure to get Matsumoto to wake up tomorrow so she can help you." Hitsugaya says returning to his paperwork.

(Your Name) smiles and runs out to her room to get changed and apply some make up. On her bed was a present already left from Rangiku it was a short kimono. "It's pretty revealing." She happily accepts it and wears it for the dinner because it was the only 'nice' thing she actually had to wear since she grew up poor.

"I wonder who Rangiku invited? She has a lot of friends and I'm pretty new. Hopefully Ikkaku and Yumichika are there because we are pretty close." She adds tying the kimono tightly and adding some lipstick before smiling at herself in the mirror. "Whatever, I'll have fun either way!"

Kira was pretty dead set about not going but Hisagi knew him to well and pulled the blonde man out of his own room as they walked to the restaurant together. "Did you get her anything?" Kira asks Hisagi as he happily hums some song from the world of living. "She didn't want anything!" He says back as Kira shakes his head in embarrassment.

"At least get her something if we go to her dinner."

"Well what did you give her?"

Kira sulking looks down at a wrapped rectangle and sighs. "Nothing much."

Hisagi notices and holds it. "Don't worry Kira! She's really friendly! She doesn't really want anything but if you don't want to show up empty handed then she will appreciate anything she receives."

By the time they arrived it was already rowdy inside, it was screaming from Ikkaku and Renji fighting over the last piece of gyoza on the plate. "DAMN RED HEADED PINEAPPLE THIS PIECE IS MINE!"

"THE LAST PIECE WILL BE GONE BY THE TIME YOU GROW HAIR!" Renji defends as they held each other in a lock as Yumichika protects (Your Name) by putting her by his side. "Insolent behavior, it's (Your Name) day have some manners." He stinkingly looks at the men and flips his hair.

"There's more coming out guys." Hinamori awkwardly says taking the last piece and places it on (Your Name) plate.

"Shuhei!" (Your Name) says running towards the taller man. "Oh is this Kira?" She says tilting her head. "Hi! I've heard so much good things about you! My name is (Your Name)." She introduces herself as Kira tried to smile and bow his head.

"Izuru Kira."

"Oi Kira!" Rangiku calls out patting the seat next to her! "Sake is on the house!" She screams already tipsy as he contemplated if he should drink or not tonight.

(Your Name) was happy tonight she was surrounded by so many friends.

"Your clothes (Your Name)." Shuhei says holding his nose. "What? I guess it goes with the theme Rangiku picked it out!"

Kira looks around, Renji and Ikkaku were shirtless while Yumichika wore a thin robe. Hinamori was wearing a short kimono but nothing to revealing like Rangiku and (Your Name). "Sorry we aren't dressed according to theme." Kira apologizes as he took a sip of the sake poured out for him.

"It's okay! Let's all have fun!" (Your Name) shouts with a sake bottle in her hand. The night was filled with laughter, food and lots of drinks. They played a numerous amount of drinking games so it led to drunken words and an excessive amount of compliments.

"We all know Shuhei jerks off to those magazines Ichigo's sister found one time!" Yumichika states as a matter of fact. "I-I do not!"

"Sounds like Hisagi San." Kira agrees blushing at the details.

"I forgot to tell you (Your Name) I knew the kimono would look good on you." Rangiku brings up as a drunken Kira looks up and watched the way it hugs her body showing every inch of legs and chest.

"WE COULD HAVE PICKED A DIFFERENT THEME!" Shuhei yells from the other side of the table stuffing his face with rice trying to ignore the two busty women infront of him. "Oh please, we can all appreciate women's beauty." Yumichika cooly says catching a drunken Ikkaku from falling.

"I agree! It's so pretty!" Hinamori chimes in with a giggle. "Right Kira kun?"

Kira turned a whole 360 when he was drunk he thought (Your Name) was beautiful already from first glance so he was already nervous to even attend the dinner.

"(Your Name) HAS ALWAYS BEEN BEAUTIFUL HINAMORI KUN! LOOK AT THE WAY IT FITS HER! THE MATURED BODY WOULD MAKE ANYONE SWONE, EVEN ME!" Kira blurts out jumping out of his seat waving his arms frantically. "IF I WAS LESS EMO I WOULD CONFESS SHE IS A PRETTY WOMAN, TAKE MY BABIES (Reader Name)!"

(Your Name) couldn't help but get embarrassed and blush, she looked away from Kira and drowned it by chugging down water.

"Ayy! Kira! You actually like girls? WAIT WAIT TAKE YOUR BABIES?!" Renji blurts laughing as the blonde man flicks Renjis forehead. "Kira! Did you just confess!" Rangiku yells pushing him closer to (Your Name).

"NO!" He screams trying to get away and endlessly starts ranting about how he didn't want Rose as the captain of the 3rd squad to cover up his embarrassment.

Present day

Kira rarely smiled but thinking about how he met her was a fond memory he liked to think about sometimes. That night he ended up throwing up in the grass along side Ikkaku. They have been dating for 2 and half years already. It was a huge shock for everyone when news got out that Kira had a girlfriend.

After the night of (Your Name) birthday party she and Kira would often hang out if they weren't busy and she initiated the first date between them because he was to shy to even admit to liking her. "Kira what are you smiling about?" His captain asks from across the room. "U-Um nothing, if you will excuse me." He tells Rose hiding the tint of red in his face.

Rose could only admire the couple. Rose knew from the start that Kira didn't fully accept him as Captain yet because he was still mourning over Gin, but over time (Your Name) kept telling Kira to give Rose a chance so Kira decided to give it a chance and recently the relationship has gotten better so far.

Kira waits for (Your Name) patiently to return from a mission that night. He cleaned her room and folded left over laundry she had tossed around in her room. He was trying to make time pass by faster. The mission was longer then he expected it to be. She was gone for almost a week, and he was starting to get gloomy again because her cheerfully presence wasn't around.

After about an hour he was falling asleep on her futon that he had laid out for her. Hearing footsteps coming closer to the room he gets up and stretches before opening the door.

"Kira? I didn't expect to see you tonight? You miss me that much already?" She teased him as he welcomes her in. "How was the mission?"

"Ehh, just tedious." She answers back falling into the futon dragging him with her. "Oi!"

"Mm I miss cuddles." She smiles rubbing her face into his chest as he caresses her hair. "Did you miss me Kira?"

"A little bit." He admits kissing her head softly as she looks up to him and smiles. "What are you thinking about Kira?"

"Old memories. Remember for your birthday I got you a haiku book while everyone else got you something better."

(Your Name) rolls her eyes at Kira. "Why is he always a downer."

Walking to her desk she shows Kira that the book is placed as decoration. "Shut up, I loved it."

He laughs lightly and pulls her back to him. "I'm so embarrassing when I'm drunk, I can't believe I said for you to take my babies."

"Oh my gosh, I remember you did yell that. It's not like we aren't doing that stuff now."

Kira blushes lightly and scoffs before laying her down on the futon and climbing on top.

"(Your Name) if you insist, I don't mind making it happen soon." He jokes connecting their lips together as she pulls him closer holding his head lovingly.

"Sure, make this night promising." (Your Name) deviously smirks.

#Bleach #bleachbravesouls #kira izuru #izuru kira #Shuhei Hisagi #hisagi #Matsumoto Rangiku #momo hinamori #renji abarai #ikkaku madarame #yumichika ayasegawa #anime #bleach x reader #bleach oneshot #bleach oneshots #renji #bleach one shots

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onceinsomniac · 4 years

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A Leader’s Burden

Note: This is only the first part of a new au I’m working on.

It was early Saturday morning and Jihyo’s day was already not going according to plan. When she had gone to sleep the day before, she had been looking forward to spending the next day relaxing with her girlfriends. Especially considering how long it had been since they had had an off day. She had woken up early, carefully removing both Jeongyeon and Momo’s arms from around her in order to leave the bed without waking them up. She’d then made her way out of the two older girl’s room before heading towards the kitchen to cook breakfast for them all, hoping the smell of food would entice them out of bed.

She had just been mixing the pancake mix when she felt arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her into a back hug. The faint smell of lavender let her know who it was immediately. “Good morning baby. How did you sleep? She asked the older girl. “Better than I had in a long time”, Sana admitted. “I love off days.” Jihyo simply chuckled in response.

“As much as I love your hugs, I kind of need to move unless you want to set the kitchen on fire again”, she said once Sana refused to break the hug. She immediately let go thought, at the reminder of the last time she had set the kitchen on fire. She visibly shuddered remembering the scolding she had gotten from Jeongyeon.

“So why are you up so early”, she asked as she walked over to the fridge and started taking out several fruits, helping Jihyo with making breakfast. “I wanted to get an early start on the day. In order to make the most out of it.”

Sana hummed in response, a comfortable silence filling the kitchen as both girls worked around each other to finish making the breakfast, not really needing words to communicate after spending so much time together.

Jihyo was just setting down the huge stack of pancakes in the dining table when her phone buzzed, the familiar ringtone letting her know that it was one of the managers calling. She told Sana to make sure the sizzling bacon didn’t burn before making her way out the kitchen to take the call. “Manager Unnie, it’s the first off day we’ve had in months”, she immediately said after answering the call. “I know Jihyo. I’m sorry but JYP has asked for you to meet with him in his office as soon as possible”, she explained, the seriousness of her tone worrying Jihyo. “Is everything okay? she asked. “Just get down here please”, she answered before hanging up the call.

Jihyo made her way back to the kitchen where Sana was just setting the plate filled with bacon down on the table. “What’s wrong?” she asked, immediately getting worried by the look of concern on the younger girl’s face. “Nothing’s wrong. I just need to go down to the company for a short while”, she said. “What? Why? It’s our off day”, Sana complained. “I don’t know but don’t worry. I’m sure it’s nothing important and it’s just JYP being impatient like usual”, she said, not wanting to worry the other girl.

“I’m going to go change”, she said. “Wait, what about breakfast?” Sana asked. “Can you finish preparing it and wake the others once it’s done? I’d rather get this over with now.” Sana nodded understandingly. “I’ll leave you some leftovers for when you get back”, she told her. Jihyo smiled at her words, quickly walking towards her and pecking her on the lips. “Thanks. I love you”, she told her as she walked out the kitchen, smiling at hearing Sana repeating the sentiment.

She had quietly made her way into her room, being careful not to wake up the still sleeping Mina, with whom she shared the room, or Dahyun who was currently cuddling with Mina while they slept. It wasn’t unusual to find the girls sleeping in various different combinations in the dorm, usually all of them simply slipping into the closest bed and sleeping there with whomever happened to crawl into the same bed.

After quietly changing, she walked out, waving goodbye at Sana who was now squeezing fresh orange juice in the kitchen.

She met up with her manager out front and within ten minutes, she was sitting in JYP’s office, watching the man anxiously pacing back and forth. Jihyo felt nervousness bubbling within her at the sight of the usually composed man looking so troubled. Suddenly, JYP stopped pacing and turned to face her. “Do you understand the kind of mess you’re in Jihyo? This could ruin your entire career. Everything we’ve worked so hard to achieve.”

“I’m sorry sir but I don’t understand what you’re talking about”, Jihyo responded, keeping her head down in a sign of respect, not wanting to anger the man even more. Without warning, JYP slammed a folder he had been holding on top of the desk. “This. This is what I’m talking about”, he said. Jihyo grabbed the folder and opened it, feeling her heart drop at the sight inside.

The folder was full of pictures of all the members, most in compromising positions. There was one of Tzuyu and Nayeon kissing and Jihyo recognized it from one of their latest award shows. Nayeon had been so happy at them winning that she had kissed the closest member the moment they were backstage, sure that no one could see them.

Another one was of Jihyo herself kissing Mina. It had also been taken backstage, right after the first time Mina had performed feel special after coming back from her hiatus. The younger girl had been so stressed out about her first performance in months and Jihyo had wanted to show her what a good job she had done.

There were a few more, all of them catching different members in the same position. Momo and Sana. Jeongyeon and Nayeon once again. Dahyun and Tzuyu. And those were just to name a few.

“Look I don’t know what you girls get up to during your private life, and honestly, I don’t care, but doing these things in public is simply unacceptable.” Jihyo could have sworn that she felt her heart crack at the disgust that filled her CEO’s voice when he talked about “the things” they did.

“We got this folder filled with these pictures this morning anonymously. Now, the only way to save this is to get ahead of the train wreck that’s about to happen. I’ve talked with Kang Daniel’s manager and they’ve agreed that you and Daniel are to start a relationship immediately.”

Jihyo could barely keep up with everything he was saying, feeling overwhelmed by everything. She wasn’t naïve. She had always known that if the news got out, twice would be ruined. They lived in a conservative country where even the news of two idols of the same sex dating would be enough to ruin them forever. So, she couldn’t even imagine if the news got out that twice, the nation’s girl group, were all in a poly relationship with each other.

But it had seemed worth it at the time, to be able to be in a relationship with 8 other girls which she loved more than anything in the world. She had never felt something as pure as her love for them. But now, faced with knowing that the secret could soon be out, she started doubting her choices. And not because of herself. She couldn’t care less about what happened to her. But knowing the amount of hate that her girlfriends were sure to receive broke her heart.

But the idea of acting like she was in a relationship with someone else honestly disgusted her. “But what about the other girls?” she asked. JYP shook his head. “You’d be doing this for them. You know what will happen if the public finds out. And obviously, you cannot tell anyone about this. Not even them. Because you know as well as I do that them knowing risks the chance of one of them making a mistake and bringing us all down.”

Jihyo felt dizzy at all the sudden information. “Daniel, please come in”, JYP suddenly called. The office door opened to reveal the older idol whom Jihyo had only met once before. He nodded his head towards her in acknowledgement before looking back towards JYP.

“Jihyo, you and Daniel will be spending the day together. The managers have already compiled a schedule which has been leaked to dispatch. By tomorrow morning, everyone will know of your couple status.” Without another word, he waved his hand, silently dismissing her. Daniel stepped towards her, offering an arm in her direction.

Jihyo stood up but didn’t take Daniel’s arm, still hesitating. The idea that the girls would soon hear the news of her apparent relationship and that she wouldn’t be able to explain the situation made her anxious. But at the same time, she felt responsible for not taking larger precautions to make sure their relationship was kept secret. JYP noticed her hesitation and gazed at her sternly.

“This is on you Jihyo. You’re the leader and it’s your job to make sure everything runs smoothly. Now you know I’ve always supported you girls but I have the company to think about. Our image. So, fix this now before the media drags you down. Because I can assure you, we will cut our losses before we go down with you.”

Jihyo barely contained her shiver at the hidden threat in his words. She managed a small nod of acknowledgment at his words before taking the arm Daniel was holding out to her and walking out with her new boyfriend, biting back the urge to scream or hit something and putting on a fake smile on her face.

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Jihyo spent the whole day with Daniel, going to the zoo and then going out to eat at a restaurant. Both of them acted like they didn’t notice the discreet flashes following them. Jihyo also ignored her phone’s constant ringing, eventually shutting it off as her guilt grew with every missed call and ignored text.

Daniel was kind enough. He opened her door and made small talk as they walked around the zoo but something about him seemed off to Jihyo. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was but she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with him. Unfortunately, it seemed like she would have to get used to him.

It was around nine when he finally drove her back to the dorm. He accompanied her to the door. Jihyo felt nervous knowing what was coming. The thing they needed to do in order to convince the public of their relationship. Daniel grabbed her by the elbow and turned her to face him. He gingerly cupped her cheek and leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a kiss. The kiss lasted no more than a few seconds, just enough to allow the hidden dispatch people to take some photos. But it was more than enough for Jihyo.

“I’m doing it for them. To protect them”, she reminded herself. Knowing that however, didn’t help with the guilt pooling in her stomach. She forced a small smile on her face as she said goodbye before quickly making her way into the building.

She used her key to open the door to the dorm, unprepared for the sight that greeted her. Jeongyeon was standing in front of her with her arms crossed, a serious expression on her face. Without a word, she walked over to Jihyo and grabbed her by the arm before dragging her towards the living room where the other seven members where standing. She let go of her and walked over to stand next to Nayeon.

Jihyo was confused at what was happening. She knew the girls would be upset about her being gone the whole day but that didn’t explain their reactions.

“Want to explain why you where missing the whole day and didn’t answer our calls? Or better yet, how about you explain why you were kissing someone else just a few minutes ago.” Momo said angrily, finally breaking the tense silence.

Realization dawn on Jihyo as she finally realized that they must have seen her and Daniel from the window. She wasn’t ready for this. She had thought that she would have until the next day to figure out how to break the news before they saw it on dispatch.

“So? You aren’t going to say anything”, Chaeyoung scoffed angrily. Jihyo felt tears prickling her eyes but pushed them back. She knew what she had to do but wasn’t ready.

She opened her mouth to explain but quickly shut it again as JYP’s words reverberated though her mind. She was the leader and it was on her to fix the mess she’d gotten all of them into. “I’m sorry”, she said, unable to say anything else. The girls took this as confirmation and the same look of heartbreak showed on all their faces except Nayeon’s who looked more pissed off than Jihyo had even seen her before.

Tzuyu stood up without warning and made her way to her room without a word but Jihyo managed to get a glimpse of her glistening eyes. Dahyun and Chaeyoung quickly followed their maknae to their room but not without sending looks of contempt towards Jihyo, so unlike their usual smiles.

“I think it’s best if you stay away from us for a little while”, Jeongyeon said, clearly trying to be mature about things. Mina and Momo nodded their agreement. “Not like you need us anyways when you have your boy toy”, Nayeon spat out furiously. Jihyo could see the betrayal in her eyes. Mina put a hand on Nayeon’s shoulders trying to calm her down. Without another word they stood up and followed their younger members.

“So much for spending the whole day together”, Sana spat out bitterly before following the others to the maknae’s room which was the bigger of the dorm and the one where they usually stayed in when they all wanted to be together. The sound of the door slamming shut however, let Jihyo know that she wasn’t invited this time. She quietly reminded herself that she was doing this for them. That she was helping them in the long run.

This thought helped her keep her composure while she made her way into her room and changed her clothes before crawling into her bed which felt empty, having grown used to the feeling of other warm bodies around her as she slept. Once hidden under her covers, however, her composure finally broke, her body shaking with the force of the sobs heaving though her body. She bit down on her hand to keep her cries from being heard, knowing she’d have to get used to the loneliness that now filled her.

That night, Jihyo cried herself to sleep for the first time of many more to come. And a tiny ball of self-hatred formed inside her as she thought on the pain she had cause the girls she loved. A ball which would continue growing day by day until it couldn’t be contained anymore.

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i-dream-of-twilight-sparkle · 3 years

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Chapter 9: The Sands Of Time & Love

While the ponies that make up the Elements of Harmony and their friends and family prepare for the upcoming Royal Ball and Wedding in Saddle Arabia. The capital city is also preparing from as high up as the Royals to the average everyday citizens that are just excited that Twilight’s coming back once more. Since the last time they were here, Saddle Arabia has been well, though the aftermath of the battle with Zathir was surely felt throughout. A good amount of cheers from the entire city were said to be heard when Zathir was sentenced to life in prison officially. And the Sultan immediately made it a directive of the army to apprehend any Desert Dogs, who still maintain some sort of loyalty to the former Vicegerent.

Though aside from stomping down anything remaining of the evil of Zathir, the citizens were kinda afraid the experience would scare Twilight and the others from ever coming back, as it didn’t exactly help that both times Twilight has come here, something happened whether it changed the course of her life by changing her into a genie in the first place, and being forced by a madman to almost kill all her best friends and her adopted dragon son, Spike. Thankfully, the news that Twilight is not just coming back but also being involved a big event where the populace can see more prominent Equestrian citizens, entertainers, and allies from other nations close to Equestria. Twilight’s surely making this her grandest reappearance yet, and that has brought great joy.

Not to mention two citizens who were now renowned as among the heroes that defeated Zathir are getting wed: Malakhar Manat and Kubuya Atka. A pottery shop owner and a librarian respectively. Both also were key players when Twilight was first genified, Malakhar being the first pony in a long time to successfully genify somepony, while Kubuya mainly helped with Twilight and Spike getting information in the library she works at. They met shortly after Twilight first left Saddle Arabia after deciding to stay a genie after all, stroke up a friendship that bloomed into love. And now about 4-5 years later, they felt they were ready to be wed. They’re delighted that the Royal Family are pulling out all the stops for their wedding coming up, hosting a grand event as a precursor though they definitely know that not everybody that will be at the ball, will also stick around for the wedding just days later. But they’re a modest couple that thought at first holding it at the Royal Palace was overdoing it a bit, but the royal family insisted. Regardless of the location of the ball, they’ll be grateful for any number of friends and family that come.

For now however, they’re on a very solemn occasion currently. As before the wedding happens, Malakhar wanted to visit his grandfather’s grave at the Saddle Arabia Cemetery, Kubuya also coming with. Malakhar bringing a bouquet of Flowers, before going in a prayer position. On the stone itself is the words “Here lies Hisan Manat. Proud Grandfather, Father, and Husband. May Wishes Return One Day”. The two just sit quietly for a few moments. In a little bit of time, Kubuya speaks up to ask something of Malakhar.

Kubuya Atka: Say um… if I i may ask. How did your Grandfather come across the Dragon’s Tear that would genify Twilight?

Malakhar Manat: He actually had a secret Dragon’s Tear that he didn’t tell me he had until he was on his death bed. Before then, we were still simply two ponies looking fruitlessly for years for another Dragon’s Tear to show up. Though there was one moment, where we briefly thought we had one come practically in our own backyard.

Kubuya: Oh really? Can you tell me about that?

Malakhar: It wasn’t literally in our backyard, but we were behind our hut at the moment…

*Flashback*

Hisan Minat and Malakhar Manat was up in the morning on what was expected to be just another normal day for the pottery-selling family. A young Malakhar in his teens was shaping up the clay on the spinning tables. His grandfather smiling at his grandson’s work.

Hisan Manat: You’re doing a wonderful job with your clay pots. You’re getting close to mastering them! Once you have, it’ll be time to teach you how to make glass bottles.

Malakhar: Thanks Grandpa!

In a little bit, Malakhar finishes his pot and procedes to place it on a table to later put it in the kiln. Malakhar stretches and proceeds to go outside for some fresh air, his Grandfather follows him. Malakhar looks around the are a little bit before seeing something faint far in the distance, but from the looks of it was something really big. He can just make out what looked like to be big wings and a long neck. He immediately calls out to his Grandfather to look at what he’s seeing. Hisan goes to his son’s side and watches what his grandson pointed to.

Hisan: Malakhar… that might be a dragon!

Malakhar: Oh wow!

In a few short moments, suddenly a big thud could be heard that might of vaguely came from the direction the dragon was coming.

Hisan: That sound… is the dragon dying? Malakhar, we have to go over there right away!

Malakhar: Won’t that be kind of dangerous, especially if it’s still alive?

Hisan: Maybe, but there’s a strong possibility that by the time we get over there, we won’t have to worry about it being still alive.

Malakhar and Hisan immediately head out to trek towards to the direction the dragon might of landed in the desert. To add to the intrigue, they weren’t alone. Sultan Theandri, Princess Celestia, and some Saddle Arabian Guards were also on there way there. Which raised Hisan and Malakhar’s hope that this was something big happening. in time, they find a nearby cave where just near the entrance a big mark in the sand that would fit if a Dragon that fell. Though also from the mark is the prints of a dragon crawling into the cave. Sort of worrying that the Dragon could still be alive and thus would be dangerous to approach the cave. The Sultan’s bravest guards decide to check if it’s safe before anyone else comes in. In time, they come back and say it’s safe because the dragon is deceased. Hisan can barely contain his excitement as this is perhaps the 1 in a 1,000,000 chance that a huge Dragon’s Tear has appeared. Providing enough to chip out to potentially make dozens of genies

However, when the entire group enters the cave. Hisan’s excitement slowly turns into nervousness as he sees no sign of a Dragon’s Tear, and eventually despair as he’s looked everywhere in the cave and see’s nothing. Not even a chip. He falls on his knees and just bangs his hooves on the sand in frustration. Malakhar shows concern for his grandfather though he decides to help by making a closer look around the Dragon. Malakhar first looks at the dead dragon itself, it had light pink scales all over with green back plates, and somewhere near the dragon’s legs was a small egg. It was purple, with darker shades of purple spots spread across it. Malakhar walks up to it, picks it up, and shows it to his grandfather as well as the royals in the cave. He in fact lets go of it carefully, and lays it at the ground near the tall princess, Celestia herself with a solemn sad face with concern for the egg.

Celestia: How awful that this dragon will not have a live mother to care for it. And if nothing is done about it, the dragon inside may never hatch at all…

Sultan Theandri: Is there perhaps a chance we can find the father of this egg?

Celestia: Unfortunately not, Theandri. Or at least it certainly wouldn’t be easy. Dragons don’t have marriages, they have many, many, many mates in their lifetimes. Only the mother takes care of the young. And other dragon mothers aren’t usually open to adoption. I’ll have to take it to Equestria and come up with an idea of what I should do with it.

Malakhar smiles to himself that perhaps he saved a baby dragon’s life by handing over the egg to the benevolent leader of Equestria, who will no doubt know what to do with it. Though he and his Grandfather then just accompany eachother as they leave slowly out of the cave. His grandfather still visibly disappointed the hope for a dragon’s tear went bust.

*Flashback ends*

Kubuya: Awwww, sounds adorable that you saved a dragon egg. I hope the dragon you helped save is somewhere out there.

Malakhar: I certainly hope so too.

Kubuya: Though that is a shame for your Grandfather to be given so much hope that a good sized dragon’s tear was imminent, only to find nothing. Though when do you think you Grandfather got hold of the dragon’s tear he handed you on his death bed?

Malakhar: I’m not exactly sure, though I’d be kinda surprised he found it sometime after the dragon in the cave. I think it’s more likely he had it since before then. But since it was only one chip, he had to be really careful who they ultimately chose to Genify. There was no one in Saddle Arabia that quite made him light up that they were perfect to try to genify at the time. So when he started thinking that maybe the next genie might have to be someone foreign to Saddle Arabia, that’s what led him to his eureka moment, when after reading the news about Nightmare Moon’s return and subsequent defeat by the Elements of Harmony, his eyes lit up and must of decided that the next genie must be one of the Elements of Harmony for the one shot to work. In fact, his very last words on his deathbed to me was “Please, genify the Element of Magic”, handing over the dragon’s tear he had all along to me as his last action before finally passing.

Kubuya: I see, thank you for the insight on your grandfather. I figured I’d ask since we are going to be family soon.

Kubuya gives Malakhar a short kiss.

Kubuya: Though I think I’m going to head on over to another grave that’s here if that’s ok with you.

Malakhar: No problem, I’ll follow you.

Kubuya starts on walking on over to a different area of the cemetery. Before finally stopping at one of the grander designed graves where it’s tall, and on top is a fastened brown ceramic bottle. This was the grave of Jinn. The first genie, who also remained a genie until the time she was the last genie before Twilight’s genification. She went back to being mortal for rather mysterious reasons as the day she finally came back to Saddle Arabia the populace found that she was a normal pony again. From there she’d have a peaceful life in Saddle Arabia, raising a family that after many, many, many generations eventually gave birth to Kubuya. She was the youngest in the bloodline of Jinn’s family still going on. Kubuya herself even as a family member doesn’t know what Jinn was personally like given it was so long ago she was still around, but her family has always revered her perhaps on a stronger level then most Saddle Arabians already did.

Kubuya: She must of been a great pony, would of been nice of her to remain a genie even to this day so I could of seen her. But perhaps I wouldn’t have been born since she was hesitant to have children as a genie.

Malakhar: I imagine the thought of outliving your own children is a bit tough to swallow. But yes, at least being able to speak with Jinn would of been interesting. Not just because she’s our nation’s most revered figures, but given she spent so much time in history. She probably saw many events across the entire world’s history. Granted, she couldn’t say a lot about Saddle Arabia during a long period since she put herself in exile to make sure she didn’t fall under the hooves of that radical part of the regime that wanted to do what Zathir did to Twilight to genies like her. But wherever she was hiding, she probably found ways to keep up with what was going around.

Kubuya: Twilight would of probably liked to spend a whole month just talking personally with Jinn just to hear all about all the historical events Jinn may have witnessed. *giggles*

Malakhar: I wonder if Jinn would of even been able to handle an excitable Twilight like that, haha.

Kubuya: I think ultimately though they’d be great friends. Twilight would probably get so much insight about being a genie from her, and Jinn herself seeing a new genie around.

Malakhar: Most certainly

Kubuya: But we are where we are, how about we head on back home, dear.

Malakhar: Sure

((Story continues after the break))

Malakhar and Kubuya head out of the cemetery and in time gets back to their home. The place used to simply be a hut, but was since upgraded to a full on house and has windows that display Malakhar’s latest pottery designs for customers to buy. They relax for a moment in the living room.

Kubuya: I wonder how Twilight and the others are doing it at this moment.

Malakhar: If I know them, Twilight already has them hard at work finding their invitees. We’ll probably be married within a month or 2 knowing how effective Twilight could potentially get everybody on board quickly enough.

Kubuya: Hehe, may actually be nice to have it done pretty quickly. I can’t wait myself until we’re officially wed.

Kubuya and Malakhar have a prolonged kiss.

Kubuya: Though… I hope it’s not too much to start possibly thinking about having kids? *Kubuya blushes*

Malakhar just smiles while blushing himself

Malakhar: Don’t worry about it, I definitely intend on being a father. And I think we’ll raise great kids. Though I do have a semi-related question for you.

Kubuya: Oh, what’s that?

Malakhar: We did bring Genies back with Twilight, but of course she lives elsewhere. If we can raise our child in the right temperament, and they consent to it. Perhaps we can bring Saddle Arabian born genies again too.

Kubuya looks off to the side with a rather concerned look, she may not like that this question is being positioned now of all times.

Kubuya: Hm, I wouldn’t be completely against it if done the right way. But I don’t want us to be indoctrinating any children we have that they absolutely must become genies when they’re older. We need to focus on being caring parents first before pressuring them to decide to become genies.

Malakhar: Of course, I know through my own Grandfather’s and my Father’s relationship that the next born may not exactly want to follow everything their father wants. I will definitely focus on being a good father first before thinking of genies, but I’m only saying if we should succeed at both raising a good child and they choose to decide to become a Genie when they’re all-grown up.

Kubuya: Just wanted to make sure that you weren’t saying this was the sole reason you wanted to marry me. I’d like to see more genies around too, but as of right now this is about us and our love. Time will tell if our children decide to do anything significant when they’re older. We shouldn’t be deciding what they do before they’re even born.

Malakhar puts a hoof around her shoulder and gives a gentle smile

Malakhar: Don’t worry, honey. I love you, for you. If there was anything I was doing that made you unhappy, even if it meant I got closer to making more genies I would much rather do anything I can to cheer you up. I’m not going to become obsessed with making more Genies as much as my grandfather was, as in all purposes our mission was completed the day Twilight decided to stay a genie. You’re absolutely right that we probably shouldn’t try to push our child to a direction and let them feel things out naturally. It would be much better if hearing things about the genies as they grew up made them curious about it rather then us trying to push them even subtly towards it. Just based on my father, that’s actually the fast track to make sure they never do what you hope they will.

Perhaps if I were a single parent, I might of made the same mistakes. But the more grounded and quite frankly smart approach from you is part of why I love you so much, you know how to make sure I remain grounded myself and think critically.

Kubuya’s eyes tear up in joyful relief for her to-be husband’s words.

Kubuya: Thank you, dear. That’s what I wanted to hear. The possible motive of that question just slightly worried me.

Malakhar: Yeah I admit, maybe that wasn’t a good time to spring a question like that. But at least we’re an honest enough couple to talk about our concerns and remain level-headed if perhaps something we say are worded strangely, or otherwise odd timing.

Kubuya gets up close and kisses Malakhar once more.

Kubuya: Let’s just relax until we get word the Royal Ball is underway. It’ll be exciting to see Twilight, Spike, her friends we saw last time, and even all their friends that we ourselves haven’t met yet!

Malakhar: Indeed, it will be. It should be a great night, but most assuredly our wedding will be the best part. *winks*

Kubuya just winks back and the loving couple hug it out and giggle. Before relaxing once again, as they await word for when the Royal Ball and also thus their subsequent Wedding begins.

Meanwhile, at the royal palace. The Sultan and Sultana are supervising the work the many butlers, staffers, and guards who are setting up the preparations for the ball. The stage where all the entertainers about halfway done and all the tables in their spots, albeit folded up. The Royal Chefs are also fast at work preparing the kitchens for what will certainly be a large number of guests.

There’s also being work done on the Palace courtyard where the wedding of Malakhar and Kubuya will take place in, but there’s less of a rush since it’s slated to be a few days after the ball. And some of the things from the ball’s preparation are going to be easy to simply move to the courtyard such as the tables, for whenever they make a headcount of whomever decides to stick around after the ball for the wedding too, as it’s expected to be a smaller crowd for the wedding, though there will still be some important guests at the wedding such as Twilight herself and her friends.

Sultana Elona: Looks like the preparations are going alright, Theo.

Sultan Theandri: Indeed Elona, I am absolutely looking forward to this.

The Sultan and Sultana of Saddle Arabia has generally remained a peaceful rule since the last time Twilight and the others are here. Though the military actually did get to see some action in hunting down the Desert Dogs and forcing an ultimatum of disavow Zathir’s ways or face the same fate of life in prison.

Aside from clamping down on the aftermath of Zathir’s attempted takeover though, things remained pretty normal in Saddle Arabia aside from said battle with Zathir making Twilight and her friends instant living legends, and anyone involved in the cavern that lives in Saddle Arabia known as local heroes, from Malakhar and Kubuya, the Sultana, and even the Prince who had once been considered the #1 suspect for Twilight’s disappearance for a brief time, since the gossip had come out that he had a date that went wrong with her. When the truth came out that while he did have a rather petty ending to his date with Twilight, he was in the heat of the moment and was going to apologize to her just before Zathir’s plan was put in place. And he along with his mother sneaked up on Zathir at one point to try to make Zathir fumble the lamp. Thus, Theandri II was now considered among the heroes.

Though despite the adulation a hero usually gets, Theandri II still hasn’t quite gotten what’s he’s been looking for: A suitor that he mutually loves, as either he just doesn’t have feelings for any native girl of marrying age, and/or he finds out said suitor doesn’t mutually love Theandri II for him, and were simply trying to eventually become the next Sultana for the fame and fortune, nothing more.

The Sultan takes a brief break from supervising the preparations to visit his son in his room. He finds his son lying on his back in his bed, with a bored expression.

Sultan Theandri: What’s wrong, son? Aren’t you excited for the Royal Ball coming soon?

Prince Theandri II: Kind of, I suppose. I’m sure it’ll be a grand event to attend. I’m just… thinking about other things…

By now, the Sultan usually knows what his son means by other things.

Sultan Theandri: I see, still a little down regarding finding a suitor... I understand it can be hard, it took a while for me to find the right one.

Theandri II: You didn’t exactly find Mother, though. She saved your life, and it was through that you met

Sultan Theandri: True…

Theandri II: The closest to anyone who’s saved my life is Twilight after she gave that beatdown on Zathir. And there’s multiple reasons why me and Twilight aren’t going to happen… I’ve already done all I can to make sure I’m over her. Though I am starting to worry that my slight joke to her before she left Saddle Arabia that someone half like her would be enough… is no longer a joke. I may actually need to find someone out there at least close to being like Twilight…Saddle Arabia has plenty of fine mares… but I can’t say any of them were like Twilight…

Sultan Theandri: I see… well the good news is perhaps someone from Equestria that Twilight and her friends bring might interest you. Granted, there’s always the caveat that they might not be willing to move to Saddle Arabia so easily, and of course you should always keep in mind that they may say no just like Twilight did.

Theandri II: Knowing my luck, that’s probably going to happen…

The prince just kind of slumps off to his side in slight frustration and sadness.

Sultan Theandri: Well, whatever happens at the Ball. You have plenty of time left in your young life to find a suitor. So don’t feel like you have to find someone right away.

Theandri II: I know I have plenty of time, but I’d also like some of that said young life spent with someone who might care for me, as I would them… so it’s been hard on me regardless… Don’t worry about me too much father, I’ll still attend the ball and probably Malakhar and Kubuya’s wedding regardless. I don’t expect to find a suitor even from this, but I’ll try to have a great time regardless what happens. You’re free to go back with Mother and continue watching the preparations coming up. I’m just thinking on my own.

Sultan Theandri: Alright, son. But if you need us for anything, you’re always welcome to come out and help with anything you may want.

The Sultan leaves his son’s room and closes the door. He himself has been somewhat worried about his son’s inability to find a suitor that’s mutual in feelings for one another. But continues to just try and be a supportive father and making sure the stress doesn’t get to his son. Even though it would be nice for him personally, to know who one day he and his wife will step down to give the reins of Saddle Arabia to as well.

He soon returns to the side of his wife, as they await for Twilight to show up with the Equestrian invitee list.

UP NEXT: Chapter 10: Dragon Love

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