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Welp, I've been convinced. Please interact so I know if anyone actually reads this XD. Heimdall comes in about halfway through. He'll be more present in any upcoming parts.
Heimdall x fem!named reader, name is used as little as possible
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Warnings: swearing, Heimdall being his bitchy self. Odin manipulating people, as usual.
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Blurb: To say your life changed in a matter of hours would be an understatement.Â
The night before, you were alone in your room, a place that wasnât even in this realm. But just twenty-four hours later, you were in Asgard, starting fresh, and on the back of a giant beast with probably the most pompous, condescending, and insufferable god thatâs ever lived.
All this because Thor just so happened to crash through your roof. The norns are mocking you, surelyâŠÂ
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The clinking of glass jars was the only sound. Bottles moved from your table up onto a shelf, no longer needed now that your chore was complete. Another round of elixirs, for what exactly you werenât sure, you never kept track anymore. They were always useful for the elves.
Useful. That was what they always said. That seems to be all you were nowadays.
You sighed, breaking the silence in your tiny room. This was one of the largest outposts the light elves had in Alfheim, one of the few strongholds they had when the Light temple was not within their control, as it was now. Regardless of that, this was your home â the only one you knew, at least.
The jars were abandoned after you took a few strides to arrive at your bookshelf, a finger wandering across the spines of books you've read a hundred times. Another sigh, after you found no interest in reading one of them yet again. Your eyes scanned the room, filled with nothing but a wooden chest next to your bed and a table with a few chairs by a window. How mundane it felt. You thought you'd be accustomed to it by now. Being a tool of war must have made you immune to the comfort of consistency.
You shook your head at the thought, reminding yourself not to be so pessimistic. The elves cared for you, gave you a home. A goddess left with nothing and no one, they could have left you. But they took you in, and you had to help them in return. You weren't an elf, their war was simply something you couldn't possibly understand, that was all.
That's what you had been telling yourself for at least a century now.
The thought was shoved away again as you decided to retrieve your lyre from your chest. Sweet melodies that were plucked from its strings were among the few things you never tired of.
Then there was a sound.
Sound was the wrong word. A boom, a crash, an explosion. Something like that came from the distance. Normal, considering the constant warring within the real and therefore far from drawing attention. But this time it felt different.
Almost likeâŠthunder?
You squinted at the window, seeing a flash of blue rocket into the sky. You took a single step to investigate before it happened.
It burst through your roof, the cacophony of destruction so shocking that you flew back until your back hit the wall by your bed with a hand over your chest, desperately trying to calm your pounding heart. The early morning sun was just barely over the horizon, leaving little light to help you see just what was before you. The dust was settling, thinning enough that you could make out some monstrous object in the center, but ultimately you were stumped.
Until it moved.
You jumped again as the entity twitched and groaned, slowly sitting up.
OkayâŠthis was a man then. He slowly and clumsily rose to his feet, standing so high that his head was poking into the massive hole he had just made. He wouldn't even fit in the room if the roof was still there.
Based on that alone â well, and the lingering sparks of lightning â you had an idea of exactly who this was.
You heard a curse from him as he rolled his shoulders, turning around to have a look at where he was. His dazed eyes landed on you. He froze.
Silence. ThenâŠ
"Hey."
How eloquent, you thought to yourself. A son of Odin literally smashes into your home and can barely offer a greeting in return. "Hello," you replied, your disbelief at, well, everything in front of you, overwhelmed by the fear of the god. You knew all the stories, knew how much mayhem and carnage the Aesir would bring when crossed. You were not keen on becoming one of those stories.
Thor glanced up at the roof, then back down at you, only about half his size. "Hope I uhâŠdidn't scare ya too much." The slur in his speech was stronger than the smell of alcohol emanating from him, and that was an impressive feat. He snapped his fingers, leaving you wondering what he was asking from you. Until the whir of electrified metal sounded and the signature form of Mjolnir rammed through your wall and into his waiting hand.
"EhâŠsorry, 'bout all that. Lost control of Mjolnir for a sec," he shrugged.
"IâŠunderstand?" Really, you didn't, not in the slightest. But what would anyone say to that?
From the newly installed skylight came the flap of bird's wings until a caw sounded. A raven with blue-tipped feathers landed on one of the chunks of roof that was just barely staying in place.
You felt your heart nearly stop. With Thor here, there was no secret who that raven represented.
And yetâŠit didn't even look at tou. It's eyes scanned your room but skipped right over you. Like you were invisible.
Another caw rose from its beak, aimed at Thor.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' there. Can't you see I'm busy." Thor gestured towards you with his hammer, drawing the bird's eyes to you. Only this time they stayed. Noticing you.
You had a feeling you knew why, but thought it strange regardless.
The raven stared at you, hints of green flickering across its black eyes. "Well," Thor grunted, turning towards your door. How you dreaded his departure. As terrible as his entrance was, you worried for the door that he definitely wouldn't fit through. "I got shit to do, so uhâŠsee ya, I guess." A hand was carelessly waved at you before reaching for the door. To your surprise and palpable relief, he managed to squeeze through without doing more than disturbing the dirt that settled on the walls.
And that was it. Thor left. But the raven remained.
For a moment you considered saying somthing to it. But this raven was a messenger, and you weren't sure just how much material it had to deliver already.
"Muninn!" Thor shouted from outside. The bird looked at you just a second longer before taking off after Thor. With the roar of hundreds of bird's wings and the silence that followed, the ordeal was over.
Twelve hours. That was all it took.
You were sitting on your bed, preparing to rest for the night. A bit earlier than usual, but cleaning the destruction left behind by the god of thunder was more than enough work for one. Stone wasn't easy to move after all.
Three knocks, thunderous and heavy, nothing like the knock of any elf you knew. You were too tired to care exactly who needed you at the moment and simply went to answer it, intending to send them away as soon as possible. It could be Ymir for all you cared, now was not the time.
Or so you thought. Upon opening the door you found Thor, once again. Not alone this time. An old man stood in front of him, two ravens taking off from his shoulders and into your room.
Suddenly you wished it was Ymir at your door. At least he wouldn't have sucked the fatigue out of you as Odin did.
"Pardon the intrusion, miss. Mind if we come in?" You nodded silently, still processing the scene before you. Thor was close behind his father as he entered.
"Please, take a seat atâ" You stopped mid gesture, realizing your table was no more than splinters now.
Oding chuckled, sounding friendly. "My son's handiwork, I'm sure. Part of the reason I'm here, actually." He reached in his pocket while Thor dug a bottle of mead from somewhere (you didn't want to know where) and started chugging it down. Odin held out his hand, prompting you to do the same.
Coins were dropped into your palm.
Absolutely bemused, you looked back at him.
"For the roof," Odin explained. "Thor breaks just about everything he finds, so I've made a habit of compensating his victims."
"Oh, umâŠthank you?" was all you said. That was it?
He pulled up a chair from against a wall, the only chair to survive Thor's fall, and sat down, requesting you to sit on your bed. Odin seemed to ignore his son completely then.
"Now, my dear, you have me curious." You cringed at the pet name he used but said nothing. "I don't pay too much attention to elves, but never did I find a goddess to be among themâŠwhere did you come from, exactly?"
His tone was light but the sting of something lying underneath his words shone through. He was clearly irked that he didn't know about you. "I've lived here my entire life, actually." You tried to sound as confident and collected as you could despite your heart feeling like it was about to spring from your chest.
"Really? From the look of you I'd say you're Aesir."
"I'm of Asgardian descent, on my mother's side."
A grey eyebrow rose. Not out of curiosity. Surprise. Like he knew something.
You didn't dare ask.
"Those though," he pointed halfheartedly at your arms, where tattoos marked your shoulders and extended to your elbows on both arms, but only your left had a thin line down your forearm that ended to your knuckles. Runes were drawn on your middle fingers, though you had no idea what any of these markings were for. "Those are Vanir."
The horror of the situation was settling in. Odin found a goddess with Vanir symbols on them hiding from him. Truly not the finest way to go out. You swallowed to moisten your dry throat. "IâŠI'm Vanir on my father's side. I've had them for as long as I can remember," you replied weakly.
You flinched when Odin laughed jovially. "Relax, my dear, I'm just asking questions, I don't mean to scare you." As reassuring as he sounded, you couldn't take his words to heart. Thor had no reason to be here after all, other than intimidation.
Said unnecessary god offered a reverberating belch at that moment, proving your point. His father shot him an annoyed look before returning his attention to you. "I take it you don't know your parents?"
He already knew. He seemed to know a lot about you despite admitting he didn't know you existed moments ago. Those twelve hours since Thor busted into your life, that was all he needed to find out. The concept was as terrifying as it was creepy.
"No," you said sadly, eyes falling for a second. "The light elves found me as a child and took me in."
Odin hummed, dissatisfied if you had to guess. "So you don't know of any spells they may have cast on you? Are there any spells you put on yourself?" You shook your head. The old god's voice grew just a bit darker. "Then why couldn't my ravens see you?"
A shiver ran down your spine, seeing how displeased he was at your lack of explanation thus far. You quickly elaborated, "I've always had a natural immunity to certain types of magic. I assume whatever magic your ravens have is among them. And perhapsâŠ" you were grasping at straws, trying to answer the question you had asked yourself that morning. "Perhaps the immunity loses effect if someone your ravens can track interacts with me." Sure, that works.
More than you thought it would, seeing how Odin relaxed a bit and nodded. "That would make sense. They did notice you after Thor pointed you out, and they had trouble before you answered the door."
You had to bite your tongue to hold in the outburst the statement incited. He had been trying to spy on you up until now, experimenting. It wasn't something you appreciated in the slightest. "So what, you just stay here, make protection spells and staves and other crap for a bunch of elves?"
The quick swerve into the topic left you dumbfounded. You sputtered in shock, "W-well, yes. I owe them my life so it's only fitting that I help them."
Odin leaned back in his chair and folded his hands in his lap, the old wood creaking at the motion. "Well, if you ask meâŠthat's a waste." Again, you were baffled at the sudden statement.
"You see, I have a little project that Iâm working on. Something that will benefit all the realms once itâs completed. And based on my findings, I think youâre perfect for itâŠ" He trailed off, staring at you expectantly. It took a moment for you to realize what he wanted.
"Eivor."
âEivor. Thatâs a beautiful name, very fitting for you.â The more he said the slower your surprise faded. It would seem that with all his questions answered he was much moreâŠrespectful, gentle. A part of you still recalled all the stories about him and how cruel he was, but in that moment you thought he wasnât as bad as everyone said. Then again, he did crush your hope of finding change by admitting he wanted something from you.
Odin must have sensed your disappointment. He stood from his chair and paced as he continued. âNow, I know what that looks like. If I came all this way because I need you for something then Iâm no better than the elves, letting someone with value waste away with simple tasks. But thatâs not the case here.â He paused, turning back to look at you with kindness and some type ofâŠintensity that you couldnât describe. âI donât want to just use you and throw you out, no. No, this is an invitation. To live among your kind in Asgard.
âDo you know what that means, my dear? Once youâre done with this tiny, tiny chore for me youâll have a world of possibilities. You can move on to something better.â
Try as you might to remain cautious, the flicker of hope rose up within you. Something better, something other than elves coming to you when they wanted something, more than just waiting to be needed.
Again, Odin saw through your thoughtful silence. âThink about it. In Asgard, youâd be serving the realms, protecting people, promoting peace.â He wandered to your shelves of elixirs that the light elves were waiting for you to deliver. âNo more useless trinkets, no more sitting around while they constantly war.â He turned his head to you while lazily lifting his arm to the shelf. A single finger extended and tapped one of the bottles, tipping it off the shelf and shattering on the floor.
Odin let you ruminate to the sound of the glass for a moment, then went back to the chair he abandoned earlier. He sat up straight, his posture displaying what a powerful god he was. Contrary to that, his next statement was soft, like he was comforting a scared child. âYou said you owed the elves your life. Well, youâve served them for more than a lifetime, havenât you? Your debt is paid. Isn't it time you made your own choice?â
It was so much information to take in. It felt exhilarating, the thought of not only something new, but finding other beings that didnât just pretend to care for you just to get what you could offer them.
Even so, you were still scared. Not just by the suspicion you felt, knowing this could easily not be what it seems. It was theâŠnovelty of it all. Something you knew nothing about. Perhaps the security of the mundane wasnât as bad as you had always thought.
And yet, the chance of finding your own purpose was too tempting to ignore.
âForgive me for rushing you,â Odin began. âBut Iâm afraid Iâll need an answer now. I would give you time to think, but unless you donât plan on moving a muscle while you do so, any raven I leave with you might lose track of you. And I canât stay forever, Iâm a busy god after all.â
The clock was ticking, and your one chance was here. You could finally be something you wanted to be. And perhaps get away from all the coercion and lies. Away from wondering how truthful the elves' declarations of gratitude were. Away from wondering if any of them loved you as you thought they did.
But many of them didnât. And you knew it. You just didnât want to accept it.
And you were tired of it.
Odin was right. You wouldnât wait for your problems to go away. You would find the place you were supposed to be. A deep breath passed through your lungs, your steeled determination showing in your eyes. A determination that Odin smiled at.
âIâll go,â You said, feeling the rush of excitement as you spoke.
In the background, Thor raised his now empty bottle of mead like he was celebrating, although you doubted he was sober enough to really be paying attention. Odin stood from his chair with a clap of his hands and a big smile adorning his face. There was something almost sinister about it, but you ignored it. Whatever was tipping you off couldnât be worse than wasting this chance.
âPerfect! Then letâs get going!â Odin said, his ravens gliding back over to him. One, who you recognized as Muninn, morphed into tattoos on his right arm. The other, this one with red tipped feathers, stood on his shoulder, ready for orders.
You also got to your feet. âWait! Can I have a moment to pack my things?â
A chuckle. âMy dear, you donât need anything here. Iâll provide a room, new clothes, and Asgard has an expansive public library that likely has all those books of yours.â Your eyes went to the wooden chest at the end of your bed.
You couldnât leave those behind. Nothing had been as constant as their presence. âCouldâŠcould I bring just a few things?â
âIf itâs something that canât be replaced.â
You nodded and rushed to the chest, opening it and taking the instruments within, handling them with care. Youâd had both your entire life. A simple bone flute, with carvings of patterns like the ones on your arms. It was old, scratched, and chipped in a few places, but the sound was still rich. The other was a lyre, a simple rectangular shape with no special decorations that also had its share of nicks, though the strings were new. You always replaced them when it was necessary. Both of them went into their respective thin leather bags, then you returned to Odin. He didnât even look at them, like they meant nothing to him. Which, to be fair, they probably did.
âReady, then?â
You nodded, watching Thor reach his fatherâs side while the raven, presumably Huginn if your memory served, took off, forming a cluster of ravens around the three of you. Just as the vortex closed and the last of your room faded, Thor leaned down and mumbled to you, âYou made a good choice,â while fixing you with a sincere stare.
His serious tone caught you off guard. It made you wonder what would have happened if you refused Odinâs offer.
You didnât want to think about it. It was too late now anyway.
The ravens cleared, and once they were gone you were in front of the Great Lodge. The sunset of Asgard greeted you, the sight of Gladsheim leaving you stunned at the size of the city. And the wall, of course.
"Welcome home!" Odin cheered with a smile. It fell quickly when he saw Thor, still idling next to you. "What are you still doing here? Go! Don't you have somewhere else to drink?"
Thor nodded, glancing at you, looking almost worried. He said nothing, planting a heavy hand on your shoulder as he walked past. He clearly was still too drunk to mind his strength because he nearly knocked you over with the gesture.
"Now I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but it is getting late, and I want you to have some time to settle in. I've arranged for you to have a tour of Asgard with Heimdall in the morning. He knows everything about everything in Asgard, he'll tell you all the things you want to knowâŠand what you don't want to know, probably."
You chuckled, thinking he was joking. Since he didn't you assumed there was something there you were oblivious to.
Hopefully it wasn't something awful.
"For now," Odin continued, "I'll be off. Sif here will show you to your room." Just as the goddess's name was mentioned, a tall blonde woman came from behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin. "Sif, I trust you'll make sure she finds her way?"
"Of course, All-Father." You could help but notice the smell of mead on her breath as well. Was being drunk just a thing in Asgard?
"Good. I'll be off then, I'll greet you in the morning, Eivor." You bid the old god goodnight and he disappeared with his ravens. Sif turned her attention to you and offered a friendly smile. âWell, I hope youâre ready to see your new home.â She waved a hand and two servants scuttled over. âTheyâll put your things away, that way we can take our time getting to your cabin.â
You looked at your leather bags worriedly, afraid to let your precious instruments out of your sight. Ultimately you put your trust in Sif and gave them to the servants, muttering a thank you to them as you did. Both of them appeared shocked that you did so, or that you even acknowledged them. And you could see why, Sif didnât even look at them as she started down the path in front of the lodge. You thanked them again and followed after her. But then a streak of read flew past you, nearly mowing you over as it passed.
Sif spun around at the sound of little feet tapping on the dirt, smiling when the red you saw came to her. A little girl, no older than five winters, holding a wooden sword. âMama, I almost got you that time!â
Sif chuckled and ruffled the fiery hair on the girlâs head. âAlmost, youâll have to keep practicing if you want to catch me though.â She then looked up to you. âI hope you donât mind if my daughter comes with us? Sheâs trouble without enough supervision.â
âOf course!â You knelt down to the girlâs height and asked, âAnd whatâs your name, little one?â
âIâm ThrĂșd! And Iâm not little!â She protested. âIâll be big like my daddy and brothers.â
Thatâs right, this would be Thorâs daughter. That would explain why she seemed tall for someone so young. If you were honest with yourself you werenât sure how to act with children. Warzones in Alfheim were not for the young and that was where you spent most of your time. Before you came up with something to say to the irate girl, Sif interjected. âDonât be rude. And you arenât big yet.â ThrĂșd pouted for a moment, a moment that ended when her mother was moving again. She took off, running ahead of her mother while you caught up.
You feltâŠshy, to say the least. These people were very different from the elves. With your habit of being sarcastic and occasionally sassy you were doing your best to bite your tongue while Sif engaged in small talk.
The Light elves were constantly drilling into each other how crucial winning their war was, how it was no laughing manner. Every elf should be treated as a respected soldier, every high ranking official like a king. There was an excess of formality and decorum, forcing you to reserve any laid back energy for the few private moments you had with the even fewer elves you trusted not to take it to heart. Out of habit you defaulted to this type of exchange, offering quick and succinct answers to everything she asked, offering little to any comments she made. It wasnât long before you noticed that she seemed to get bored as a result. She paused the conversation for a minute, grasping for anything to make the interaction more interesting. That moment somehow acted as the cue for an Einherjar to fly from behind a building and trip onto the path in front of you, a moment when ThrĂșd was thankfully close to her mother. The man shouted something in an old language, another one leaping out with a club in his hand, missing completely. The two squared up again, only this time the one with the club was holding it upside down, the thin end making contact with the otherâs thick armor. It was then that they both stumbled before engaging again. So being drunk apparently was a thing in Asgard.
You stared incredulously while Sif rolled her eyes. ThrĂșd, clearly confused, looked up at you and Sif. âWhy would he use the stick like that?â
âIâŠthink heâs a little confused,â you commented, attempting to avoid any accusations.
Sif, however, was not. âThey were probably part of the drinking game that was going on this afternoon,â she huffed.
âWhatâs that mean? Is he dumb?â
âWellââ You didnât get a chance to offer a neutral explanation. The Einherjar threw his club at the other from about a foot away from the other. It bounced off of his opponentâs armor and straight into his exposed gut, making him double over as the armored one laughed hysterically. In that moment, you decided being courteous wasnât possible. âYes, he is.â
To your surprise, Sif laughed. âThatâs definitely not far off.â You stood, relieved that no one was bothered by your humor. Perhaps, you thought, because not everyone was a hardened footsoldier or a jaded general like you were so familiar with, they were more tolerant of not taking things so seriously.
You should relax.
And so you did. Once the two Einherjar were shooed away by Sif you tried to actually contribute to your interactions, mentioning Thorâs entrance. A troll squeezing through a mouse hole was how you described Thor stumbling through your front door. Sif had a good laugh at that one, taking no offense to poking fun at her husband. And how you used to use your flute to lull overworked guards to sleep so you could sneak out of your room to play in the sand of the barrens when you were a child. Sif was more at ease as well, despite ThrĂșd constantly circling her and waving her toy sword around carelessly. She told you about the time one of her sons toppled over an entire kennel for the servants' work dogs, scaring them all enough to send them yipping and howling into the middle of Odin observing the valkyries training new Einherjar. You seemed to have shenanigans in common, although yours were born from your rebelliousness, Sifâs from a family of boisterous gods.
You two had stopped in front of a moderately sized building while you exchanged a few more remarks, laughing once more before ThrĂșd started to constantly tap on her motherâs hip, complaining that she was bored. Sif shook her head at the girl, still smiling fondly. âYou hear the girl, this is where Iâll leave you for the night.â
You stiffened, realizing the building youâd been loitering around was yours. âThis is mine? All this for me?â
Sif smirked. âAnd why not?â
You shook your head. âItâs so much bigger than the tiny room I had in Alfheim.â
Sif hummed, her smirk growing just a tad. âAfraid youâll get lost in there?â
You didnât miss a beat. âI hope I'll make it out before I wither away into dust.â
Sif let out another guffaw, all while latching onto Thrudâs shoulder before the child wandered off. Once the girl was secured (for the time being), Sif put her hands on her hips, looking much more pleased than she had all night. âYou know, I like you. Youâre much more fun when you let go.â
Without you realizing it your face lit up. Not once had someone said they liked you just for being you, not since you wereâŠyou couldnât even remember how young you were. âYou really think so?â
âWhat reason would I have to lie?â
For once, you didnât have an answer to that question, and you felt overjoyed. It was one you asked about the elves so much that it practically became your mantra. Now you really could believe that there werenât strings attached to everything you did.
Finally, you could leave that part of you behind.
You swallowed all that emotion down, wanting to hop back into the mood that had been set. âSo you can get me out of your hair and get a handle on ThrĂșd?â
Sif sighed, watching as ThrĂșdwas tossing her sword around for a servant sheâd cornered a few doors down, swearing that she could do tricks with it. âThereâs no handling her. Sheâs learned too much from her brothers already.â
When Thrudâs toy sword was getting hurled too high above her, Sif saw fit to bid you goodnight and get her calmed down enough to get to bed relatively soon. And once you entered your cabin you found that Odin had kept his word. Simple but sturdy furniture, thick furs on the bed, a closet with cloaks and dresses ready for you, even if some of them didnât look like they would fit. Much to your relief, your instruments were placed on a table below the window, safe and sound, and exactly how you left them. There was even a full bookshelf, but you chose not to inspect its contents for now. The fatigue from the day had settled in now that you had a moment to breathe, and you were in dire need of some sleep.
To think Thor had literally dropped into your life this morning. It already felt like so long ago.
The next morning, you awoke to a bashful knock at your door. Upon answering it, you found it to be a seamstress, timidly requesting she get some measurements to tailor some of the clothes Odin had given you. You obliged and welcomed her inside, even asked if she needed a drink. It made you sad to see her so confused at your kindness, shining a light on how she, and likely many others, were treated by higher ranking Aesir. Once the measuring was underway, she began to unwind, as if she was feeling safer than she did outside. Upon her leaving, you expressed your gratitude, which made the seamstress smile with, as far as you could tell, relief. When she opened the door she nearly bumped into Sif. And just like that, the servant was back to curling into an invisible shell, apologizing profusely and scampering off.
You liked Sif, and you were already beginning to see her as a friend, but you hoped she was not the reason the servants always seemed so on edge. You would have to find that seamstress sometime, tell her you were open to being friends. You were all for forging bonds now, thanks to Sif, and why limit yourself to the elite?
Sif barely noticed the seamstress, choosing to greet you with a warm smile. âNew wardrobe already?â She asked, noticing the freshly altered Asgardian dress you wore over simple leather pants.
âOdin certainly works fast,â you chuckled, joining her outside.
Sifâs smile fell a tiny bit. âAll-Father certainly does," she replied, pointing out your mistake without saying it outright. You found it odd, considering the Aesir seemed much looser than the elves, except when it came to the gods here. âAside from that, Iâll be dropping you off at the lodge for now, Iâm just making sure you find your way there.â
Disappointment washed over you at the information. Sif had promised to introduce you to her sons sometime, and based on what you heard about them, they sounded like they would beâŠentertaining, to say the least. âWhere will you be?â
âTending to my regular duties, mostly handling affairs we have with the dwarves for today. You, however, will be getting a tour of Asgard, courtesy of the watchman himself. Iâll be handing you off to Heimdall, our resident mind reader.â
Your eyes widened at the casual remark. âHe reads minds? ThatâsâŠterrifying.â
Sif laughed, making you think you were overreacting. âWell, he reads people more than minds, but he can find more details and pick up precise thoughts with eye contact. But I doubt it will matter much since heâs just giving you a tour.â They entered the courtyard of the lodge, Odinâs ravens dropping him there just as your feet met the mud in front of it. Sif leaned down and whispered to you, "And for thatâŠI apologize in advance."
You raised a brow at her. "What?"
"Eivor!" Called Odin from the doors of the lodge. Sif gave you a rueful smile and left as Odin approached. "How was your first night in Gladsheim?"
"It's beenâŠnice. Thank you, I've never lived in this much comfort." You didn't have the heart to admit most of it felt unnecessary to you. You secretly hoped you'd get used to it.
"One of the many perks of serving the greater good, my dear. Now, the city has a lot going on, and I'd hate for you to feel overwhelmed. That's where your tour guide comes in."
The doors to the Great Lodge behind him opened and a man stepped out. For the first time since you arrived, despite the gods you'd seen thus far, you felt starstruck. Not because you knew who he was, you hadn't the slightest. You couldn't help but notice that he was your type of handsome, his tall but lean frame a stark contrast to the bulky men you had seen already. Sharp facial features framed by ornate golden hair, but his eyesâŠa glowing purple like you'd never seen. Piercing, almost intimidating, but beautiful all the same. Those eyes met yours for a heartbeat before you looked back to Odin, embarrassed that you were caught ignoring him.
The man approached, stopping by Odin as he finished his last statement. You suddenly knew who this was.
"This is Heimdall." The fair god gave a slight bow to you, the smirk he wore showing just how confident â or cocky â he was. He looked directly at you when his head rose. Within a moment the smile melted, and he lookedâŠconfused.
"He will be taking good care of you while you get acclimated. Right, Heimdall?" Odin gave him a stern glare, almost like a warning.
"Of course, All-Father. When have I ever disappointed you?" His voice, though smooth and soothing to you, carried something that made you think he may be more on the cocky side than confident. His glowing eyes raced back to you after addressing Odin. His jaw clenched.
"Good. I'll leave you to it then. Have fun!" Odin gave you no chance to reply, he simply fluttered away in a whirlwind of feathers, as he seemed to so often. You're left alone with Heimdall. It was silent for a few seconds, like you two were sizing each other up. It gave you a chance to notice he was almost a full head taller than youâŠwhich you admittedly liked.
Heimdall was the first to speak. "So, you're the stray from Alfheim I've heard about, hm?"
You felt your brow twitch at being referred to as "stray." You chose not to react. This was a stranger, after all. He might not have meant anything by it. "...I guess you could say that."
His expression grew even more sour, painting a sneer on his lips. He lookedâŠangry? He harrumphed, then brushed past you rudely. "Very well then, stray, let's get on with it."
He definitely meant something with that nickname. Unease stirred in your stomach, feeling that this wasn't about to go as well as you would have liked. A deep breath was what you needed, so you took it while you turned and followed him to the edge of the courtyard. He whistled, then waited for a barrage of thumps to reach them. A giant armored beast launched into view and raced down the path to you. You thought it would trample Heimdall with how fast it charged toward him, jumping back once it finally stopped just in front of him.
Heimdall laughed, patting the beast's neck while giving you a condescending smile. "Relax, stray, Gulltoppr won't hurt youâŠ" he effortlessly climbed onto its back, settling comfortably on the golden saddle before adding, "...unless I command it." You thought you knew what a shit-eating grin looked like, but you saw that you never did until now. Heimdall jerked his head to the space behind him, signaling you to mount. The beast towered over you, and getting on its back would be a chore without help.
âŠwhich Heimdall clearly had no intention of offering. You waited a moment at Gulltopprâs side to see if he would offer any sort of assistance, but all you got was an impatient frown.
You held back a sigh and leaped as high as you could, just barely grasping the saddle enough to pull yourself up. You were panting a bit once you finally sat with both legs on one side, all while Heimdall mocked you with fake pity.
This couldn't possibly get worse.
Of course, you were wrong.
He had something to say about everything. The first thing he pointed out to you was the very obvious Great Hall, as if you were too stupid to notice it was there. You let that one go, thinking he was just being thorough. But then you passed by a commercial area, where Asgardâs resident craftsmen carried out their business. âThis is where the finest goods in the realms are made, by the hands of pureblood Asgardians, for pureblood Asgardians. So you shouldnât soil it with your presence.â Your jaw dropped at that. By now you figured out he was naturally rude, but flat out prejudiced and spiteful had to be added to the list of his worst qualities.
No, you wouldnât sink to his level, at least not so fast. You prided yourself on your patience, and you wouldnât let this prick force you to abandon it. âI seeâŠâ You began, desperately trying to find something cordial to say. It was harder than finding a specific grain of sand at the bottom of the ocean. âI donât want to be a nuisance, so Iâll stay away as best I can.â A complete lie, you had no intention of bending to his perceived rules. Heimdall looked at you over his shoulder, saying nothing. After a moment his jaw clenched tighter than before.
You came across the training grounds next. Armored men were clamoring about, nearly beating each other to death, it seemed to you. âIsnât this a bit rough for training?â You asked after his introduction to the area.
A scoff was his reply. âAre you too daft to see? Theyâre Einherjar, theyâre already dead. Why hold back anything?â
âBecause dying again probably isnât pleasant?â
Heimdall gave you a theatrical sigh. âOh of course, what a loss it would be if they did something twice. Do you think it makes any sort of difference? Or should I start explaining every little thing to you?â
Gods, he was irritating. Did he have to be so dramatic about it? âI just meanââ
âWhat you mean doesnât matter. Itâs a stupid question.â
You balled your hands into fists, your fingernails digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. Oh, how you wanted to tell him how stupid he was for completely missing the point. But no, you were better than him. You were better than him, you swore. âI suppose it is,â you said curtly, having no desire to say any more.
Again, Heimdall glanced at you over his shoulder, brows knitting together in addition to his clenched teeth.
Then Gultoppr strolled past a much shabbier part of town, lacking the grandeur of the buildings near the Great Lodge. âThese are the servant quarters. Do I need to explain this to you, or are you finally beginning to understand anything at all?â
An impatient sigh passed through you, this one you made sure he could hear. Though you doubted it made any difference to him. âNo.â That was it, a single word was all you could manage to say politely at this point.
âNo useless questions this time? Good, perhaps you will get the hang of things before the next century.â
You didnât entertain him with a response, and he didnât seem to be looking for one either. From there you both were silent, watching the cabins go by as Gultoppr meandered across things youâd already seen. As much as you hated hearing what Heimdall had to say, it was starting to feel awkward. And maybe this period was a good time to patch things over and hopefully âhopefullyâ get him to stop being such an ass. Clearly asking about Asgard was a mistake, as he had an unfortunate talent of finding a flaw in just about everything you said about it. His ego certainly seemed big enough for your chosen approach to work.
âWhile weâre passing through these familiar parts, why donât you tell me about yourself, Heimdall?â You asked, forcing the irritation out of your voice to make your tone pleasant. Heimdall looked back at you for a second, this time with suspicion. Was he really so against talking about himself with how much of an elitist he was?
âWhat, pray tell, would make you ask?â
âWell, if weâre both serving the All-Father itâs likely weâll come across each other again. Thereâs no harm in making our interactions more personal.â
Another glance at you, this one longer. âAll you need to know is I am the scion of the Aesir, watchman of the gods, and herald of Ragnarok. It is my job to keep this realm safe from any harm whatsoeverâŠwhether it comes from the giants or a foolish stray from Alfheim.â
Of course he had to tack on an insult somewhere in there. You had to admit, however, that you did hear the pride in his voice when describing his role. It didnât feel like it was born from the prestige of his position, but the joy of having it. It was almost enough to make you think there might be some parts of him that are bearable. Almost.
âIt appears you love the realm very much.â You felt some of the anger recede as you made a genuine statement.
âOf course, it is the peak of perfectionâŠAt least it was, before you got here.â
The anger was back.
âOh really?â You mocked, not thinking about what you said before you said it. âIâm sure just about everyone else in the realm would say the same about you.â As much as you wanted to be nice, the snark you threw right back at him felt so good.
Heimdall yanked on Gulltopprâs reins, making the beast yelp in protest. He turned around as much as he could on the saddle and snarled, âHave you forgotten who youâre talking to already?â You recoiled, not expecting such a violent reaction. It hadnât occurred to you until now that you had no idea exactly how much of a fighter Heimdall was, but based on this sudden threat he must have been enough of one to hurt you if he wanted to. And yet, it was not enough to scare you into caring. You shot back, âI think itâs you who's forgotten. What was it All-Father said? That I would be âtaken care of?â I donât feel taken care of.â Your reply was as much of a threat as his, reminding him that you could drop him right out of Odinâs good graces if you wanted to, and considering how much more respectful he was to the older you guessed that would mean a lot to him.
All he did was glare harder. It was then that you noticed something. He didnât seem to be angry. Well, he was, but not just angry. He lookedâŠfrustrated?
For a moment you felt like you had unknowingly been the problem and felt a tinge of guilt. Before you could ask him if you were in the wrong he turned away and instructed Gulltopr to move again. âIf you think the All-Father would take your word over mine, then I assure you, I will revel in the look on your face when you realize you are nothing compared to me. A mongrel next to a dragonâ
You didnât care if you had done something wrong anymore. He deserved whatever it was that made him tense.
Finally, Gulltopr made it to something new, a large building not too far from the cabin Odin gave you. âHere is Asgardâs public library. All the finest pieces of literature have been collected and are available to read at your leisure. Can you even read, stray? I seriously doubt it.â
Donât react, donât react⊠you repeated to yourself. Just keep in mind that the library is there and you can read some new books for the first time since you were a child, that was all that mattered.
âAww, did I hurt your feelings, stray? Donât worry, Iâm sure you have something that can be considered a redeeming quality.â
Thatâs it. Sif had said you were better when you let go. So you did.
Without warning, you reached across him and pulled on Gultopprâs reins, the gradungr coming to a halt. Heimdall caught your arm as you pulled it back, looking like you had severely offended him. Before he opened his big mouth you slapped his arm away and leaped off Gulltopprâs back. âWhat are you doing?â Heimdall demanded, drawing attention from other residents. Every single one cowered at his voice.
You turned around and gave a mocking curtsy to him. âIâm so sorry, but frankly, Iâm sick of you.â
âWeâre not done here,â he growled, turning Gulltoppr to face you. It did nothing to change your mind.
âYes, we are. If thatâs a problem, then you can figure out how to explain it to Odin.â You spun on your heel and started marching away.
âAll-Father,â He emphasized, correcting you, âordered you to get acquainted with the city. This defies a direct order!â
âThatâs your problem!â You shouted back.
Your patience was gone and you were not going to waste your time humoring the jerk any longer. Not even the hammering of Gulltoprâs heavy footfalls racing towards you were frightening. You waited for the perfect moment to stop walking, until Gulltopr was just a few bounds away. You raised your hand, summoning a barrier of golden magic swirling above the ground, positioned just in front of Heimdallâs upper body. Gulltopr kept running full speed, and Heimdall was hurled directly into the barrier â the equivalent of sprinting face first into a stone wall. He let out a pained yell and was thrown off of Gulltoppr, who skidded to a halt as soon as he realized his master was no longer mounted.
You didnât register the sound of the astonished gasps from passersby that witnessed the event. Heimdall fell directly onto his back, having the wind knocked out of him, but the pain did nothing to stop him from standing up immediately. This time you were the one to look over your shoulder at him, finding exactly what you expected: the most hateful, menacing glare heâd shown all day. You didnât pay any mind to it at the time, but you did notice something else in his purple eyes that was new.
Fear. So subtle that you weren't sure if even he knew it was there.
âI said,â you hissed, âthatâs your problem.â With a flick of your fingers the barrier you created disappeared in a flash of golden sparks and you flounced off without another word. Any onlookers quickly scurried out of sight.
You were appalled that you thought he was handsome earlier. Live and learn, as they say.
Heimdallâs fists shook with rage, his teeth ground together like he was trying to break them, his breaths quickened with fury. He opened his mouth to call after you, a hand reaching across his torso to unsheathe his sword but he never got the chance to. A raven's call from the top of a nearby roof stopped him in his tracks.
He knew exactly what that meant. Heimdall snarled to himself and nodded at the bird, commanding Gulltoppr to return to his enclosure alone, which the beast obeyed without question. As the black feathers surrounded him and the scenery faded, so did his anger, slowly replaced by the sickly sting of dread. It only doubled when the vortex dropped him off in front of the doors to Odinâs study, not inside the study. Odin had no patience with people who werenât calm and rational. It was his way of silently commanding Heimdall to collect himself before entering. He felt like he had been stabbed in the gut knowing Odin was so displeased with him.
No. No, he would prove to the All-Father that he needed no such treatment. He was calm, level-headed, and ready to accept the criticism he knew was coming. Heimdall straightened his back and squared his shoulders, head held high, and pushed the door open with confidence. Odin was standing behind his desk, Huginn and Muninn were on their wooden perch while the god studied maps of Muspelheim and books that were scattered across the tabletop. He didnât lift his head to address Heimdall.
Whatever confidence Heimdall had when he entered was steadily deteriorating the longer he was ignored, not daring to rush Odin. It was a few minutes before his superior finally grumbled, âYouâre done early. All of Gladsheim so soon?â
The utter shame Heimdall was inundated with left him speechless. He never failed Odin. He made sure of that. Never did he disappoint the Aesir king with shortcomings of any kind. That was his job, his responsibility. One he held with pride. Knowing that he should feel none of that pride at that moment was eating him alive. Heimdall resisted clearing his throat, refusing to show how much he loathed the talk he was about to get. âThe strâShe was not interested.â That was it. That was all he could manage.
Odin finally looked up, and the sheer dissatisfaction and impatience nearly made Heimdall shake with guilt. âAnd why would that be?â Heimdall had no answer. Odin simply sighed in frustration, pacing around his desk as he spoke. Even Huginn and Muninn looked at Heimdall like they were deeply unimpressed. âOne job, Heimdall. I gave you one thing to do, and you couldnât do it!â
Heimdall visibly winced. Odin was exactly right, and in more ways than one. âI mean,â Odin continued, more exasperated. âIt was so simple. Let her look around, and take enough time to figure out if sheâs hiding anything, see if sheâs not telling me something, anything. And look at this! Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was all it took for you to fuck it up!â Normally these words would make Heimdall grin with pleasure, relishing in the complete incompetence and worthlessness of the receiver. But that was because he wasnât the receiver. He was never the receiver. He was always better than them. Until now. Thanks to you.
âAll-Fatherââ
âDonât interrupt me!â Odin barked at him, Heimdallâs mouth instantly closing at the command. He had already committed the sin of failing Odin, he wouldnât dare make it any worse. He wouldnât stoop so low to make excuses. âYouâve made this so much harder, and for what? Because you couldnât keep your mouth shut? Because you canât stop beingâŠyourself for a mere hour? You couldnât just focus on reading because you couldnât help but be you?â
Heimdall schooled his expression into one of an emotionless soldier as best he could, but thatâŠthat hurt. And he hated that he could feel the hurt showing. Not because the lecture hurt his feelings, no. His feelings were irrelevant. What hurt was hearing Odin himself say that Heimdall as a whole was the problem.
His entire life had been proving his worth, proving that he was more than a simple henchman, a lackey, an assistant. No, NO. He was worthy of his role as a valued confidant and loyal chancellor. He accepted orders willingly and carried them out to a T because he was capable of doing so without fail. But if Odin said that he himself was the flawâŠthen he had been wrong in believing he earned the All-Fatherâs certitude in his reliability. And worst of all, he knew that Odinâs harsh reprimand was justified completely. He had ruined his goal because he wasnât willing to let the newcomer think she was one of them, that she belonged here in any way, even though that was what Odin wanted her to feel. He undermined Odinâs plans. He let himself be the obstacle in the way. He had to fix that.
Unfortunately, what he needed to say wouldnât make that easy. âThat is the problem.â His muttering was barely audible, just enough for Odin to hear it. He returned to his desk, resting his hands on it while he waited for Heimdall to clarify. âIâŠI canât read her. When I look into her mind itâs like staring into a voidâŠI see nothing.â He despised that his voice wavered and shook as he spoke, that he was showing how affected he was by Odin's disappointment. Heimdall waited for him to continue on his rant, to chastise him for his defeat as he deserved. That way, once Odin expressed the full extent of his resentment, he would understand exactly how to never beckon it again.
He would be perfect for the All-Father again. He would make sure of it.
To his dismay, Odin loosened up just a bit, turning his attention to his two treasured ravens and stroking their feathers. âI figured as much. Sheâs immune to my ravens as well. Your foresight having no effect is to be expected.â Odin paused, his hands dropping back down to his sides. âAnd?â
Heimdall blinked as he processed what Odin said. âWhat?â
âAnd? Yes, I knew she would be immune, but I still expected you to break through. My ravens can see her under the right conditions, which means sheâs not invulnerable. All you have to do is find a way past her defenses. Thatâs why I assigned the tour to you, so youâd have enough time to experiment.
âReally, Heimdall, when I tell you to do something, I plan on it happening. But if you give up at the first problem you come across, then what good are you?â Odin posited, throwing his hands up.
The pit Heimdall felt his soul falling into swallowed him whole at last. He couldnât lose his value to the All-Father. He CANâT. âI havenât given up!â Heimdall screeched, reeling his emotion back in to sound less frantic. âI will find a way, I swear to you. I was simply unaware that reading her would take more than others. I will find everything you need to learn from her.â
Odin calmed considerably, though his reaction was not enough for Heimdall to judge how convincing his declaration was, with his harsh gaze piercing through him. Heimdall hadnât realized he was holding his breath. âSee to it that you do,â Odin said, finally sitting down in his chair. âBut I doubt youâll do it quickly, thanks to this dereliction. So, to make sure youâll be able to keep her around enough â without causing much more trouble â Iâm putting you on babysitting duty.â
âFor who?â If he had to atone by taking care of Sifâs little muskrat of a daughter he would surely lose his mind.
âSheâs going to be finding some things for me throughout the realms. Youâre going to go with her and keep her safe.â
Babysitting ThrĂșd didnât sound that bad to Heimdall all of a sudden. âAll-Father, with all due respect, Iâm concerned that my absence will put Asgard at jeopardy.â
âThe realm will survive if youâre gone every once in a while. Donât try to get out of this because you donât like her. Consider this punishment as well. I was going to send Thor with her to do the heavy lifting, but hopefully this will remind you how important it is to meet my expectations.â
Heimdall put a hand on his chest and bowed. âOf course, All-Father. I will not disappoint you again. You have my word.â
Odin nodded. âDismissed.â
It had been a long, long time since Odin had excused his watchmen so coldly. He made no protest and promptly exited the study. As Heimdall stomped through the lodge and back outside, he felt his fists clenching, his back constricting, his arms locked up and ready to destroy the next thing his hands touched. Something anyone who passed him noticed and backed away from before they were in the line of fire.
And you came in and destroyed it. All because you thought you were special.
How dare you.
He had a perfect record. Always succeeding, always surpassing Odinâs expectations with flying colors. Never too slow, never too fast, always on time. There was not a single time in his life that he recalled falling short, showing that even the most miniscule parts of him were efficacious. Everything about him was laudable. He was worth keeping.
No, oh no no no. He wouldnât allow that. And he would prove to Odin that he was not so useless that he should take one of Thor's lowly tasks, that he could easily do more than be a glorified bodyguard. He would find a way into your head before your little quest began. You had to be around Gladsheim somewhere, and he would find you and start prodding at your mind right away.
Well, after he found the Einherjar and sent some of them back to Valhalla to blow off some steam. He didnât want to unleash it on you. Not yet, at least.
If this gets interactions I'll post on Ao3 and keep going. Thanks for stopping by! :)
author's note âžș Hello all! Tysm on all the love and support you've given me on just the teaser!! I have begun the series taglist as well (at end of fic) and if you'd like to be added, please comment so I can add you :) pairing âžș Suguru Geto x Reader content âžș platonic-bestie!gojo, corporate-worker!reader, slight tension, studying mentioned, modern au, reader uses female pronouns, this is an 18+ series - mdni divider credit: @/toastray àšà§ art credit: @/juziluohai
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Morning meetings were always the worst.
Your eyes flicked between the PowerPoint presentation on your laptop and the clock in the bottom corner of the screen. 10:17 AM. Barely past mid-morning, and already your inbox was overflowing, a steady stream of tasks waiting to be tackled.Â
Your manager was droning on about Q2 projections, but you werenât really listeningâyour mind was elsewhere.
More specifically, back to Getoâs message.
You had responded, the plans had been loosely set in motion, but ever since then⊠nothing.Â
No follow-up text. No details. No confirmation. It wasnât like you were expecting Geto to flood your notificationsâhe didnât seem like the typeâbut still, there was an odd weight to the silence. Like something unsaid was hanging in the air, waiting.
Your phone, face down on your desk, was an itch you couldnât scratch. Every so often, between emails and reports, you found yourself flipping it over, just to check.Â
No new messages. No notifications. Just the same boring reality of your corporate grind.
You sighed, refocusing on your laptop screen.Â
Work first, overanalyzing later.
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By the time the workday finally dragged itself to a close, you were exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that settled behind your eyes, heavy and dull.Â
You trudged back to your apartment, shedding your coat as soon as you stepped through the door, kicking off your shoes like they were the final obstacle standing between you and sweet relief.
Your phone buzzed as you collapsed onto the couch. For a fleeting second, your stomach twisted in anticipationâonly for it to immediately unravel when you saw the name on the screen.
Gojo.
You exhaled through your nose, a half-smile tugging at your lips as you answered.
âWhat, do yâhave a sixth sense for when I get home?â
âObviously,â Gojo said, his voice light with amusement. âI told you, Iâm always watching.â
âGross.â
âYouâre gross.â
This was routine by nowâGojo calling you at random times throughout the week, sometimes to tell you about his day, sometimes just to be annoying. You never really minded.
âSo,â he drawled, âhowâs the thrilling life of a corporate drone? Please, tell me in excruciating detail about your latest battle with Excel.â
âOh, you know, just living the dream,â you said, stretching your legs out. âEmails. Meetings. Staring at spreadsheets until my vision blurs.â
âRiveting.â
âYou know it.â
He chuckled. âWell, you got a busy week ahead, or what?â
The question was casual, barely even a thought, but before you could think better of it, you answered honestly.
âNot really. Just work. Oh, uhâactually, Iâm meeting up with Geto sometime this week.â
Silence.
ââŠGojo?â
A sharp inhale on the other end. Then, suddenlyâ
âThis guyâs working in the shadows.â
You blinked. âHuh?â
âOh my god.â His tone was deadly serious, but you could practically hear the grin behind it. âI had no ideaâŠHeâs been playing the long game. Years of silence, and nowâbam. Heâs got you exactly where he wants you.â
âOh, shut up.â
âI knew it. I knew he was too smooth, too strategicââ
âGojo, stop.â
ââwaiting, biding his time, and then when I least expect it, he makes his move.â
You pinched the bridge of your nose. âThis is why I donât tell you things. There are no moves being made.â
Gojo laughed, full and delighted, like this was the funniest thing to happen all week. You could imagine him nowâprobably stretched out on his couchâtaking up too much space, grinning like an idiot.
âIn all seriousness, though,â he said, still sounding far too amused, âwhatâs up with that? Since when do you and Geto make plans?â
You hesitated, your fingers tightening around your phone. âI donât know. He just texted me out of nowhere. Said he was 'working in my area now' and wanted to catch up.â
A pause. Barely a second, but you caught it.
ThenâGojo sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. âOof. Wow.â
You frowned. âWhat?â
âNah, nothing. Itâs justâyou ever watch a nature documentary?â
You blinked. âHuh?â
âYou know, like, those ones where the predator stalks its prey for ages before it finally pounces?â
ââŠGojo.â
He let out a long, dramatic sigh. âItâs just crazy. I always thought Geto was a patient guy, but this? This is another level. Heâs been lurking in the tall grass for years, and now that the timing is right? Bam. He strikes.â
You groaned. âOh my god.â
âNo, no, I respect it,â he continued, completely ignoring you. âItâs a slow-burn strategy. Like, why rush when you can let the tension marinate, yâknow?â
âThereâs no tension. Orâewâmarinating. Why are you like this? â
âMm.â He made a noncommittal noise. âYou sure?â
âYes, Iâm sure.â
âBecause I dunno,â he mused, âfeels like a little tension. Maybe a tiny bit. A smidge. A sprinkle.â
âGojo.â
âThere was definitely a little spark back in university,â he said, far too casually.
You scoffed. âHuh? No, there wasnât. We barely even spoke.â
Gojo let out an incredulous laugh. âWere we even in the same room? You two had vibes.â
âYouâre such a liar.â
âIâm an eyewitness, actually,â he corrected, as if that made it any better. âAnd what I âeye-witnessedâ was undeniable tension.â
âYou 'eye-witnessed' nothing.â You pinched the bridge of your nose. âThis is why I donât tell you things.â
âI think itâs great, honestly,â he continued, undeterred.Â
âYou guys should totally bond. Maybe do one of those, I dunno, deep and meaningful heart-to-hearts. Oh! Maybe a romantic little dinner. Candlelight. Soft music. He reaches across the table to hold your handââ
âIâm hanging up now.â
âNo, wait! Wait, what are you wearing?â
You froze. âWhat the fuck?â
âFor the meetup, duh.â He sounded way too amused. âGotta dress for the occasion.â
You groaned so loudly it was nearly a scream, and Gojo lost it, laughing so hard you heard something clatter in the background.
âGod, you make this too easy,â he wheezed.
âYouâre the worst.â
You were going to regret telling him about this forever.
Before you could dwell on it too much, Gojo spoke again. âWell, I, for one, fully support this development. As long as you keep me updated.â
You snorted. âYeah, because thatâll happen.â
âHey! I have a right to know if my best friend is being seduced by my other best friend.â
âNo one is being seducedâgod are you even capable of shutting your mouth?â
âJust saying,â he said lightly, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. âIf you show up to our next reunion looking all starry-eyed, Iâll know exactly who to blame.â
You scoffed. âAnd if I donât?â
âThen Iâll know Suguruâs lost his touch.â
You groaned, pushing your face into a pillow as Gojo laughed through the speaker. He was ridiculous.Â
You ended the call with an exasperated sigh, tossing your phone onto the other side of the couch like it had personally wronged you.
Silence settled over your apartment, but your mind was anything but quiet.
Gojo was just messing with youâhe always did. But still, his words lingered, replaying in your head like a song you couldnât shake.
âFeels like a little tensionâââThere was definitely a little spark back in universityâ
Ridiculous.
There was no tension. Not back then. Not now.
âŠRight?
You scoffed aloud, as if that would somehow erase the warmth you felt spread across your cheeks.
Good thing Gojo hadnât FaceTimed youâheâd never let you live it down.
The man had a sixth sense for embarrassment, and your flushed face wouldâve been prime ammunition.
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*2 Years Prior: Campus Library â 11:46pm*
The study room was too small for the three of youâGojo made sure of that. He sprawled in his chair, long limbs kicked out beneath the table, tapping a pencil against his textbook like he was drumming a countdown to his own inevitable failure.Â
The midterm was tomorrow, and judging by his groaning, he had barely started reviewing.
"I don't get why we even need to know this crap," Gojo whined, head rolling back against the chair. "I could fail this test and still be smarter than half the students here."
Across from him, Geto turned a page in his notebook, pen gliding smoothly over his notes. "Then fail," he murmured, voice steady, unbothered. "See how that works out for you."
Gojo huffed, but Geto wasnât paying much attention to him anymore.
His gaze had flickered across the table a few times now, to you.
Your elbow rested against the desk, cheek propped in your palm, eyes flicking between your notes and the thick textbook at your side. The tip of your pen hovered between your lips, an unconscious habit that surfaced whenever you were deep in thought. A line appeared between your browsâconcentration. Frustration.
Geto let his pen roll between his fingers, movements slow, measured.Â
The numbers on your page hadnât changed in minutes. His eyes traced the faint tap of your index finger repeatedly tapped your cheek, the subtle way your grip on the pen tightened and loosened, like your thoughts were trying to work themselves out through movement.
He tapped his own pen lightly against the table near your textbook, breaking your trance. "Youâre stuck on that problem."
Your head lifted, blinking. "Huh?"
The side of his mouth curled, almost imperceptibly. "Youâve been staring at the same equation for five minutes."
A quiet pause. Then you huffed, setting your pen down and leaning back slightly in your chair. "It's impossible. Iâve tried solving it three different ways, and none of them work."
Geto exhaled, shifting his chair closer. The scrape of wood against tile was barely noticeable beneath Gojo's continued dramatics. "Here. Let me see."
His arm brushed against yoursâbarely, just enough for him to notice the warmth of your skin through your sleeve. You smelled like warm vanilla and old books, a mix of whatever candle you always burned in your dorm and the ever-present scent of study sessions in the library.Â
After a moment, your brows lifted, expectant, seemingly waiting for an explanation.
His gaze flickered to your lips, still caught between your teeth, before dropping to the numbers scrawled across the paper. With a smooth movement, he picked up your pen, turning it between his fingers once before tapping against the right equation.Â
âHere,â he murmured, the weight of his voice settling between you. âYou skipped a step.â
Your breath hitchedâso faint he almost missed it. Almost.
He kept his voice level as he pointed to the equation. "Your mistake is here. You're missing a step between these two lines."
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Seriously? Ugh, thatâs so stupid. I shouldâve caught that."
"You're tired." He said it plainly, matter-of-fact. "Thatâs all."
Another pause. You tilted your head slightly, watching him â Like you wanted to say something.
Then Gojo launched a crumpled paper ball at Getoâs head.
"Hey! If you two are done whispering sweet nothings over math problems, can someone help me before I actually fail this test?"
Gojoâs paper ball bounced off Getoâs head and landed on the desk with an unceremonious plop.
Geto barely reacted, only sighing through his nose like heâd already resigned himself to Gojoâs antics long before this moment. He passed you the highlighter you had been reaching for, his fingers grazing yoursâjust barely, just long enough that it wasnât entirely accidental.
You hesitated, lips parting slightly, but whatever thought had been forming was cut short when Gojo's loud voice interrupted you.
"*Phew,* Finally! I was starting to think you two were gonna start privatizing your study notes.â
You rolled your eyes, shifting in your seat. âHave you ever made your own notes? Ever? Once?â
Gojo scoffed, leaning back in his chair. âDonât need to. You are both so lovely I don't need them.â
Shaking your head, you refocused on your notes, tapping your pencil against the paper before absently bringing it between your lips again. It was muscle memory at this pointâsomething you did when you were getting deep in thought, when you were stuck.
Geto noticed immediately.
His gaze flickered down, almost involuntarily, catching on the slight indentation the pencil made against your lower lip.Â
For just a second, his fingers stilled where they had been idly rolling his pen, the movement betraying the momentary shift in his focus.
He looked away, back at his own notesâbut too late. You had caught the lapse, the flicker of hesitation, and the way his fingers flexed slightly against the spiral binding of his notebook before resuming their casual twirl.
But it appeared as if you hadnât realized the reason behind his hesitation.
Geto cleared his throat, voice still effortlessly smooth but quieter now. âFine. Letâs make sure you donât completely bomb this.â
Gojo immediately perked up. âThank god. I was losing hope, honestly.â
Neither of you responded.
Geto twirled his pen between his fingers againâslow, thoughtful. His eyes drifted back to you, studying, considering. Thenâhis voice, quiet yet deliberateâ
âYou do that a lot y'knowâ
Your brows knitted slightly. âDo what?â
âThe pencil,â he said, tilting his chin toward you. âYou chew on it when youâre focused.â
You blinked, seeming caught off guard.Â
Gojo snorted. âWow, Suguru. Riveting observation.â
But Geto wasnât paying attention to him. His eyes didnât even flinchâHe was still watching you, something unreadable flickering behind his dark eyes, like he was committing the detail to memory.
âDidnât realize you paid that much attention,â you muttered, sounding unaffected by his gaze.
âYeah?â His lips curved, the ghost of a smirk. âGuess I just notice things.â
àšà§ àšà§ àšà§
Back in the present, you exhaled sharply, shaking off Gojoâs previous teasing as you always did after your phone calls.
Your phone sat beside you, its dark screen reflecting your faceâlips pressed together, brows drawn, eyes still distant, lingering somewhere between then and now.
You scoffed under your breath. A little spark? Yeah, okay.
If Gojo had been trying to get under your skin, heâd succeeded. But not in the way he probably thought.
You thought about it some moreâwhat he had said on the phoneâthere had been no sparkânot the way he meant, anyway.Â
It was just... familiarity. That quiet, unspoken understanding that came with years of late-night study sessions, shared snacks from vending machines, and the kind of silence that never felt uncomfortable. Getoâs attentiveness and willingness to help was just who he is, it did not mean anything more than that.
If there had ever been anything more, wouldnât you have noticed?
Your gaze dropped to the phone resting in your lap, thumb grazing the edge of the screen before you realized you had already picked it up. With a quiet sigh, you leaned back against the couch, unlocking it without a second thought.
The message thread with Geto blinked up at you.
His last message was still there. Still waiting. Still unanswered.
"Geto: I know a place. Iâll send you the details later this week."
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating for only a second.
Then, finallyâ
You: So, whenâs this catch-up happening?
The message sent before you could overthink it.
With a yawn, you pushed yourself off the couch, stretching your arms overhead before trudging toward your bedroom. The day had been long, and the weight of it was finally settling over you, making your limbs heavy.
Flicking off the light, you slid under the covers, the warmth of your blankets pulling you in almost instantly. You sank into the mattress, letting out a slow breath as your eyes fluttered shut.
Sleep came quickly, tugging at the edges of your consciousness.
Thenâjust as you were about to slip under completelyâ
Your phone buzzed against the nightstand.
Your eyes cracked open, pulse skipping despite yourself.
For a moment, you didnât move. Didnât reach for it.
But eventually, you did.
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Title: Insecurity pt IV (final) Genre: fake texts, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort Pairing: idol bsf!Chan x fem!reader
Summary: You've been friends with Chan almost as long as you've been in love with him, and you'd do anything to look out for him. Unfortunately, sometimes his fierce protectiveness over his members leaves you wondering about your place and level of importance in his life.
Warnings: Chan going insane
notes: again, thank you @ramadiiiisme for the lovely brainstorming and ideas for this entire series you're the best <3
SS: 16
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 HAVE READ WAY TOO MANY KIRIBAKU FICS AS OF RECENTLY SO HERES A RECOMMENDATION LIST:
- the laundry room ; dellsey //https://archiveofourown.org/works/11567502 Itâs a really cute quick fic about special moments Kirishima and Bakugou are able to share while they wait for their laundry to finishes :) - The Beauty of a Beast ; starofjems // https://archiveofourown.org/works/6563575/chapters/15017230 A Beauty and the Beast AU!!! Itâs a longer fic, but 100% worth the read. The author is SO good at portraying the characters personalities.
- Heart Strings ; starofjems //https://archiveofourown.org/works/8232415 This one is also by starofjems!! Although it is a lot shorter, it is still AMAZING. Bakugou is able to see a red string that connects soul mates together and eventually Kirishima stumbles by. - Spooky times & cuddles ; Jartz // https://archiveofourown.org/works/8423458 A VERY cute short fic about Kirishima going over to Bakugouâs house for halloween! Itâs good to read any season though. - Whoâs Next? ; MyBlackCrimsonRose// https://archiveofourown.org/works/7872574/chapters/17979370 Bakugou gets hella hurt during a fight and Kirishima is a BADASS in getting revenge. This one is also a quick read and I highly suggest it!! - the easy parts ; chonideno // https://archiveofourown.org/works/12794481
Kirishima gets hurt and is informed that there will be a lot of scarring. Itâs follows him through his struggle of insecurity regarding the scars and his acceptance. - itâs pouring out here ; shizuumi151 // https://archiveofourown.org/works/11431818 Kirishima is on a basketball team with Bakugou and he is the team captain. Kirishima has a crush on him and they have a little run in after getting caught in the rain. - 2am Knows All Secrets ; Unbreakable_red_riot // https://archiveofourown.org/works/8738770/chapters/20035240 OH MY GOSH THIS FIC!! I really love the concept of Bakugou having nightmares about Kamino and the author does an amazing job at showing his difficulties with them. Kirishima keeps waking up to loud noises from Bakugouâs room and goes to scope it out; resulting in a few sleepovers⊠-  Shitty Hair and Shitty Nightmares honest_pebble //https://archiveofourown.org/works/17745419 (I have so many nightmare fics oops!) Bakugou is struggling with nightmares and Kirishima is a good friend and helps while Bakugou figures himself and his feelings out.
- a heart swelled to bursting ; eggstasy // https://archiveofourown.org/works/7350946/chapters/16697356 This fic literally stole my heart and has to be one of my favorites. Itâs the next summer and they are back at the training camps, but Bakugou has been repressing some worries. Itâs a very Bakugou centric story, following him dealing with PTSD with help from other characters. - Let Me Save You ; lovelylittlefruit // https://archiveofourown.org/works/18016766 A short story showing the after effects of a battle where Kirishima saved Bakugou. This is more angst/conflict than fluff but I do still recommend it!! - safe & sound ; Authoress // https://archiveofourown.org/works/6835363 This one made my heart SO happy and soft jeez ahaha. Bakugou has to be kept in a safe house after Kamino because of more threats and Kirishima is his comfort buddy. - not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all ; theroyalsavage // https://archiveofourown.org/works/7612939 AAAA!!! Itâs a â10 Things I Hate About Youâ AU and its REALLY good even if you havenât seen the movie. Very sweet and the character personalities are done really well. - heart stains on the carpet ; cityboys //https://archiveofourown.org/works/7085671/chapters/16104262 THIS STOLE ALL MY UWUâS AND MORE! Kirishima is Bakugouâs live in body guard who got a little closer to him than he had planned. Very cute and has some of the best dialogue Iâve read in a fic. Definitely goes with my favorites. - how they got detention for a week ; eggstasy //https://archiveofourown.org/works/6961186 Kirishima is determined to go out with Bakugou no matter how intimidating that may seem. Kaminari tries to stop him but itâs no use. I really enjoyed reading this and I loved how the authors incorporated the Bakuquad!! - How To Make Bakugou Katsuki a Decent Human Being ; keptein // https://archiveofourown.org/works/6693406 Kirishima is set on making Bakugou a nicer guy no matter what it takes. (Even if that means pulling a Pavlov on him) but along the way he catches feelings. - ten things i learnt about you ; tamacchannn // https://archiveofourown.org/works/11532900 A very soft fic about Bakugou realizing things that he likes about Kirishima. Made me gush quite a few times. - donât count on me to tell you when ; newamsterdam // https://archiveofourown.org/works/10948695 GOD I LOVE THIS ONE TOO. Itâs set in the future when they are pro-heros. Kirishima come back to see Bakugou and confess his feelings, but they end up just being friends with benefits for awhile. Very well written - do right by you ; kyoutimes // https://archiveofourown.org/users/kyoufushi81/pseuds/kyoutimes Kirishima and Bakugou are working together and Kirishima has a crisis about his sexuality. (Thereâs more to it than that but I donât wanna spoil it :P) I loved the emotion in this AAAA - yes, you say youâd like to ; Authoress // https://archiveofourown.org/works/10660773 Kirishima invites a few friends to the beach, which eventually lead to THE WHOLE CLASS joining. He didnât want to invite Bakugou, strictly because he didnât want to get turned on at at the beach. - Kiss your knuckles before you punch me ; Claus_Lucas // https://archiveofourown.org/works/11574039/chapters/26006592 Bakugou saves Kirishima who is a boxer by lighting some of his own fireworks. I donât know how much I can give away without spoiling it, but this is on my top three. While proud of Kirishima, Bakugou needs to remind him of his limits regarding his boxing career. - what he thinks he knows ; lovelylittlefruit // https://archiveofourown.org/works/18060950/chapters/42685514
Mainly Bakugou sided? It follows Bakugou as he realizes that there more to the assumptions he makes about his crush, Kirishima. Itâs unfinished but Iâm excited to see the rest soon!! - good to you ; Authoress // https://archiveofourown.org/works/6904558 Takes place directly after Kamino. The two boys refuse to stop holding hands which leads to other conclusions. I love this sm, I had very soft moments and thereâs a cute little twist that I LOVED at the end. - An obvious patch ; SweetScentences // https://archiveofourown.org/works/11061918 Shinsou steals Bakugouâs eggs and Kirishima gets stabbed all the while. JK, thereâs more to it than that,,, this is one of those fics I feel like itâs best enjoyed if you go in blind. I enjoyed every minute of this fic, laughed and teared up. - But for now, Iâm with you; eikoexe // https://archiveofourown.org/works/8135834/chapters/18649226 A really goofy and cute texting fic!! Kirishima accidentally texts Bakugou thinking itâs Kaminari demanding a Dorito stealing confession. Itâs still being written but I do love it very much so far. Read if you need a laugh!! (Sadly, itâs been over a year since the last update so Iâm not expecting it to continue soon :()
-neon season; chonideno // https://archiveofourown.org/works/14716277
I really love this author jeez. Itâs a road trip fic and these boys are very frustrated with their feelings toward each other (Mainly Bakugou lolololol) The way emotions are written is amazing and I fell in love with how they portrayed Kirishima and Bakugou.
-the color red; ayadormouse // https://archiveofourown.org/works/7156871/chapters/16249418
G o d ⊠This is like a coffee shop/college AU and it holds a lot of family angst for Bakugou. Bakugou is an artist and Kirishima is persistent in getting know the angry guy that doesnât know how to order coffee. Heroes and quirks are more of an old myth/history type thing, but there still are mentions of it.
-downhill; eggstasy // https://archiveofourown.org/works/10551482
Kirishima is a mom friend and loves learning small facts about his friends while in the dorms. This has almost every class 1-A character in it which I love because not a lot of authors write about some of the mpre minor roles. They play truth or dare and it gets out of hand.
-Of course I was worried; Ellieb3an // https://archiveofourown.org/works/11778534
Kirishima gets hurt after his big fight in the manga (so there are spoilers) but he gets confused when Bakugou doesnât visit him in the hospital and avoids him when he returns to the dorms. Bakugou is just a secret softy who was worried about his mans. I love seeing the softish side of Bakugou aaaa.
-The Wild Side; Mishelledor23 // https://archiveofourown.org/works/17973662/chapters/42453836\
Kirishima and Bakugou are married and in Kirishimaâs mind, everything is going great. Until, he wakes up one morning to see a letter and Bakugouâs wedding ring. My heart breaks for Kirishima in this one, and Iâm so curious as to why Bakugou left. (Itâs on going!) Kaminari and Mina are also present and go help Kiri with a mission.
-Roses are red and they taste like shit; Unbreakable_Red_Riot // https://archiveofourown.org/works/11747658/chapters/26475072
A Bakugou hanahaki disease fic, this is also high on my favorites list. I couldnât put it down for the life of me. Mutual pining eventually, but it focuses in mainly on Bakugou and his families way of dealing with the disease.
-little are the things we learn; newamsterdam // Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/11400303
The two boys never outright tell their class they are dating, but 5 of them figure it out and each one of them is stunned by their relationship. Perfect mix of angst and fluff, told from different characters perspectives as they see and analyze the two.
- Detonate; theroyalsvage // https://archiveofourown.org/works/6933307
Bakugou is acting weird and a little insecure almost at a party he was invited to. Kirishima finds him on the roof and tries to figure the explosive boy out.
-Trash Goblin Finds Love; wrunic // https://archiveofourown.org/works/17888012
Another coffee shop AU with a scientist Bakugou. This one made me giggle and the writing is so in character. I love how it ends and Kirishima is a big cutie in this one.
-Radio Silence; doop_doop // https://archiveofourown.org/works/16186643/chapters/37824590
After getting hit with a coma quirk, Kirishima is bedridden and canât move. Although his body is asleep, he can hear everything that is going on. So naturally, his friends visit him as much as possible to keep the guy entertained. But Bakugou realizes thereâs something more to his feelings for Kirishima. (this shit is so cute, Bakugou reads to him)
-one to ten; crunchrapsupreme //https://archiveofourown.org/works/11770692
Kirishima wants to ask Bakugou out, but Kaminari demands that he becomes friends with him first. So Kirishima sets out to become a âLevel 10â friend to Bakugou. (This one is also very cute, Bakugou is a cat lover and it makes me melt.)
-out of sight, within reach; Poteto //https://archiveofourown.org/works/11750853Â
Gahhhh oblivious mutual pining makes me w e a k⊠Bakugou realizes he loves Kirishima while dragging his drunk body back to his house. Jealousy and miscommunication from both sides until there is an emergency and Bakugou drops his grudge.
Thatâs about it! Feel free to add more in the comments :)
Reblogging so I don't have to scroll though tons of things to find it when I have time to read it.
ALL CREDIT TO ORIGINAL CREATOR OF MASTER LIST.
(if owner wishes to have it removed pls feel free to say so and I will, it's no problem đ)
â¶ đ đąđđđđđŠ:ă you enter namjoonâs life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. ăsinge dad au.
â„ đđđđđđđ: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader
â„ đđđđđ: angst â fluff â smut
â„ đ€đđđ đđđąđđĄ: 93k (current)
â„ đ đĄđđĄđąđ : on-going
â¶ đ€đđđđđđđ : see each chapterÂ
â„ find the playlist here
âŸÂ Main Storyline:Â
â Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
â Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
â Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9Â
â Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12
â Chapter 13 | Chapter 14Â
⟠Minis:
â„ Mini #1 - in which Jimin wants his âsea doctorâ noona to save his friendâs goldfish
â„ Mini #2 - in which YN and Jungkook go on an ice cream date
â„ Mini #3 - in which YN is sick, and Namjoon and the boys take care of her
â„ Mini #4 - in which YN and Taehyung go to the stationery store and then paint together
â„ Mini #5 - in which YN is completely exhausted from work and Namjoon takes care of her
â„ Mini #6Â - in which everyone celebrates Hoseokâs birthday
â„ Mini #7Â - in which YN, Namjoon and the boys go to a petting zoo
â„ Mini #8Â - in which YN and Namjoon go on a date
â„ Mini #9Â - in which YN, Namjoon and the boys celebrate motherâs day
â„ Mini #10Â - in which YN, Namjoon and the boys celebrate fatherâs day
I don't really think I'm allowed to call this a headcannon anymore because of how long it had gotten. It resembles an actual story more but because most of the lines aren't exactly true sentences and everything is described in light to medium detail I'm just going to call it a very VERY long headcannon. I apologize for how long this got but the ideas just kept flowing into my head. I wasn't able to edit this as this took me hours to write already I just didn't want to do it, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes I may have made. But with that said I really do hope you enjoy my story-thing.
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âą Bakugou and Kirishima were turned into dogs because of someone's quirk
âą On accident though
âą It happened when they ran into a lady who was being chased by a dog
âą And since her quirk forces whomever she touches to turn into whatever animal she was thinking of the time caused them to turn into dog
âą Bakugou is a Pomeranian and Kirishima is a Dutch Shepard
âą You being the animal lover you are you volunteered to take care of them
âą The quirk user said they'd be stuck like that for probably at least a week as her quirk can stay in affect for a very long time and she was terrified
âą The poor lady had a phobia for dogs
âą You had gotten permission from the principle to keep them in your dorm to keep them from getting in trouble
âą The first couple days were awkward as boundaries were established
âą Kirishima settled in fairly quickly but Bakugou obviously didn't want to be there
âą DOG HAIR EVERYWHERE
âą You didn't exactly know what exactly to feed them since you were sure they didn't exactly want to be fed dog food
âą You ended up googling what dogs could eat
âą You ended up feeding them meat and whatever vegetable was healthy for a dog
âą You had to walk them every morning, before you enter to school and before you went to bed
âą After you came back from school you would take them out into the Commons area or sat outside, letting them do as they pleased while you studied
âą You had to keep all your notes and make your notes very detailed so when they did turn back they could look at them and understand
âą You gave them a lot of affection
âą As you still are a big animal person you couldn't help yourself
âą Lots of doggy kisses and hugs
âą Kirishima didn't mind much and would definitely be up for doggy cuddles and hugs
âą He would place his head on your lap, which most times you don't mind but when he lays down on your text book it gets kinda obnoxious
âą Bakugou starts biting when you try to give him doggy kisses
âą Secretly he likes the attention, especially the hugs
âą He'll get jealous when you give a lot of attention to Kirishima but he'd never admit it
âą He'd just attack Kirishima to get him away from you
âą Lemme tell you, just because he's smol doesn't mean he's not ferocious
âą Their quirks are still activated but they're a lot lower of a level
âą So expect to get blasted at first from an angry Pomeranian when you try to give love and to get a couple scratches as Kirishima gets use to the new body
âą Of course they sleep in the bed with you
âą They were still humans at one point and you didn't want to male them sleep on the hard, cold floor
âą Kirishima would sleep very close to you, sometimes with his head laying on your chest
âą He's a big cuddlerer and of course
âą Bakugou would sleep as far away from you and Kiri as he could get
âą But in the mornings you'd find him snuggled up to your side and if your laying on your back you'd find him on sleeping on your chest
âą You'd smile and softly pet the two until its time to wake up
âą Most of the time Bakugou wakes up from the petting, growling and nipping at you, but not moving away from your hand
âą There was a time while walking them and a wild German shepard started charging at you from across the street
âą How quickly they were able to take it down surprised you
âą Before you could react Bakugou launched over the dog and blasted it's back, making it fall on its stomach in what you could only assume was shock
âą Before it could get up Kirishima pinned it down in his unbreakable form
âą Lemme say it was pretty scary look for a dog and I think the German shepard agreed
âą It didn't try to fight, not like it could move Kirishima anyways
âą Bakugou stood closely beside you growling and explosions coming from his front paws, damaging the ground
âą Who would've thought a small pomeranian could be intimidating
âą Both somehow able to shread or completely burn their leash
âą You stood in shock for a couple moments before you called animal patrol
âą When animal patrol came they were confused on what was happening, animals with quirks? What has thus world come to?
âą They started panicking and pulled put their tranquilizer guns, yelling at you to step away from the dogs
âą Your face filled with fear and you also started panicking
âą You yelled at the people saying that they weren't the problem, and it was a long story
âą ... Let's just say you were very late for class as you had to explain the whole story to them to get them to back down
âą The fact that the two didn't back down from them either, especially Bakugou, just made things worse
âą Aizawa understood though
âą Well you thought he did, he could've just not have cared of the reason why, just that you were finally here
âą Cause we all know he secretly cares for all of his students, even if he'd never admit it
âą Todoroki and Momo were nice enough to lend you their notes for the class you missed
âą Not that you asked for Momo's notes but you were grateful none the less
âą When you got back to your dorm the boys were sitting by the door and when you opened the door they were immediately at your legs
âą Kirishima was sniffing you as if checking to see if you were okay
âą Bakugou was just sitting in front of you staring at you intensely
âą When you tilted your head and gave him a huh he seemed to lose interest
âą He, somehow, scoffed and walked away
âą You walked in and looked for their leashes so you could take them for a walk only to remember that they destroyed them earlier that morning
âą Groaning, you decided that you had to trust them not to run off
âą Though you didn't feel like you could watch both of them at once as they tend to do whatever they want, especially Bakugou
âą So you decided that you ask your close friend Todoroki to help watch them
âą Granted you knew that Bakugou probably wouldn't enjoy it but you figured if he was to busy thinking of ways to destroy Todoroki he'd be to detracted and stay out of trouble
âą So off you went
âą Todoroki agreed to help you since he knows how prone you are to bad luck and will most likely end up losing on of the dogs and end up having a panic attack, even when you knew that the two know how to get back to the dorm and you'd stay close to campus for the walk
âą Though you ended up enjoying the walk yourself, you had a nice conversation with Todoroki even if he didn't say much, you were use to it, you don't think that Bakugou enjoyed it that much, but Kirishima didn't seem to mind much
âą You went back to the dorms and you noticed that Bakugou looked like he was bruting
âą And holy crap was it cute
âą You picked him up and hugged him, calling him a cutie and saying how adorable he was
âą He might have, okay to totally, bit you because of that but it wasn't extremely hard and wasn't unexpected so it didn't affect you that much
âą But you did out him down
âą After giving him a doggy kiss of course
âą You played around with Kirishima for a while
âą Also giving him doggy kisses, just a lot more cause he seemed to enjoy them
âą You decide it was time to eat and fed then
âą You studied for a little while before taking them out for their night walk, this time bringing along Ashido since she wanted to go
âą Afterwards you snuggles with the dogs, mostly Kirishima but at least Bakugou was now sleeping closer to you having warmed up to you and the situation
âą It has been around 3 weeks since they turned into dogs and you still couldn't tell if they were going to turn back soon or not
âą You got that answer when you woke up to a heavy weight on your chest
âą You had looked to see what it was and saw a half naked human Bakugou, well mostly human as he still has ears and a tail, laying on your chest in only a pair of boxers
âą He'd probably moved there as in his tiny dog form not expecting to transform back into his human-ish form
âą You had to push him off so you could breath which woke him up
âą And he was not happy
âą His yelling woke up Kirishima, who had also turned into a half naked human with dog ears and tail, who was sleeping at your side
âą Neither if them realized they turned back until they made eye contact and realized the other had turned
âą Kirishima panicked at first while Bakugou kinda celebrated by yelling 'hell yeah'
âą They both went back to their rooms to get cleaned and change while you went to go find Mr. Aizawa to tell him they had turned back, kinda
âą They both came down to the Commons area a while later
âą Both of them looked awkward which was probably because of the tail with the pants
âą When the rest of the class saw them they literally started letting them, which they did do when they were dogs but it looked kinda weird now
âą Kirishima didn't seem to mind much but Bakugou was PISSED
âą Oh he couldn't wait til training so he could kick the crap out of them for this
âą Went it came to to start leaving for school you left the dorms, both of them following behind you
âą At first they didn't think anything of it but then they realized they were following you like dogs after they saw you looking at them with a raised eyebrow
âą Kirishima got flustered and apologized while Bakugou just 'tch'ed and walked ahead of you, though he still stayed relatively close
âą You thought you saw a vague glance of blush in his cheeks when he passed by
âą They did still follow you around all day though
âą You got so many weird looks
âą I mean they would have gotten weird looks because of the ears and tail but because they were following you around it made it look like you had two dogs by your side and you were their master
âą While that technically was the case before, it doesn't matter right now
âą They even followed you to your room after school
âą You gave them the weirdest look when they were still behind you went you tried to enter your room
âą They scattered to their own room pretty quickly
âą A couple hours latter though you hear a knock on your door that interrupts you from cleaning the dog hair that was LITERALLY EVERYWHERE and went to go answer it
âą Kirishima was at the door asking you to help him with the notes from class you took for them
âą You agreed and helped him study
âą You were studying for about an hour before your door swung open and Bakugou walked in, no knocking or anything, just waltzes right in
âą He freezes for a second when he sees you and Kirishima at the desk together
âą He growls quietly before walking over to your bed and laying down
âą You ask what he need and he just grunts, not even looking in your direction and pulls out his phone and starts doing whatever in it
âą You sit there confused for a second before deciding to ignore him for the time being
âą You continue to help Kirishima with his work
âą You made really good progress with Kirishima before you decided to head to bed
âą Only to notice Bakugou was still on your bed, his eyes lazily drooping, focusing in and out if whatever he was looking at
âą You stand over your bedside staring at him until he finally acknowledges you
âą You ask him why he's still here and tells him that he should go to his room if he's so tired
âą You gives no response, only stating at you before suddenly grabbing you and pulling you onto your bed
âą You give a light screech at this
âą You end up on your back with Bakugou laying his head on your chest
âą You ask what he was doing and he only tells you to shut up and that this was your fault
âą You were going to ask what he was talking about when you noticed Kirishima staring at you from your desk
âą He was giving you puppy eyes, whether they were intentional or not you didn't know
âą You sigh and realize that he want to join and sleep with you like he's been doing for the last couple weeks (stop it you impure children, I didn't mean it like that)
âą You swing your free arm out towards him, telling him is was okay to join on the bed
âą His eyes might up and his ears perk up and his tail wags
âą Which was cute AF
âą You stop him right before he reaches you
âą He gives you sad and confused eyes, he ears and tail dropping
âą Your heartbreaks at this and you tell him that it's okay and that you just want him to turn off the lights
âą He starts beaming again and quickly turns off the lights and joins you on the bed
âą He snuggles to your side just like he did when he was a dog
âą Sleeping like this became a regular occurrence for a little while
âą But it slowly stopped becoming a thing, especially when the tail and ears finally disappeared and the clingy dog nature left their body
âą You still hung out a lot though
âą Your room had become a normal hangout spot for you three and they would still sometimes follow your around
âą The latter mostly being Kirishima as Bakugou was would be in front of you two
âą Expect your privacy and free time to be almost gone cause either of them, or both, will just show up outside your door at random time, of barge in depending on which of the two we're talking about
âą You three almost always study together nowadays and they started to train with you whenever you decided to
âą They gave great tips tbh
âą The protectiveness over you as their caretaker when they were dogs changed into protectiveness over you as a friend
âą (Or maybe something more, idk I haven't thought if I want a part two yet)
âą So whenever your in any sort of trouble they'd either be close by or show up very quickly after a call or text
Bonus:
âą YOU STILL FIND DOG HAIR IN RANDOM PLACES AROUND YOUR ROOM
âą It's like the hair will forever haunt that room
âą But you don't regret it
âą Cause having to deal with dog hair was worth it to have had the two bestest dogs in the world with you
âą And you'd do it again
Just storing so I can find it again later
 jeon jungkook fic rec list (⠀)
hereâs a list of my favourite jungkook fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed âĄ
a- angst s- smut f- fluff âŁ- ultimate favourite
series
love to hate by @kpopfanfictrash f s a (enemies to lovers friends with benefits) âŁ
crybaby (2) (3) by @lavishedinjimin f s âŁ
monster by @btssmutgalore s a (frat boy bad boy jk college au) âŁ
bunny by @btssmutgalore s a (friends to lovers camboy jk) âŁ
desperado by @chocominnie f s a (mafia au) âŁ
redemption by @chocominnie f s a (sequel to desperado mafia au) âŁ
bands by @xpeachesncream f s a (idol au stripper au strangers to lovers au) âŁ
stockholm syndrome by @taleasnewastime f s a (mafia/gang au strangers to lovers) âŁ
birds by @missbickerbocker f s a (strangers to lovers doctor jk) âŁ
wanderlust with you by @amourtae f s (dilf jk married couple established relationship) âŁ
paddle with me by @yoongsgguktae s (enemies to lovers au camp counselor au) âŁ
f is for by @1kook s (fuck boy and fuck girl drabbles) âŁ
born sinner by @1kook s (virgin jk)
to build a home by @soft4gguk f s a (nanny au dilf jk ceo au)
stoic by @blue-jade s a (ceo au cheater jk) âŁ
⏠redemption s a (exes au part 2 of stoic) âŁ
like you used to by @bratkook âŁ
âŹlike you never did (part 2) s a (ex boyfriend jk toxic exes
deep six by @bratkook s a (infidelity au biker gang au) âŁ
bad for you by @yoonia s a (stripper au) âŁ
for me by @personasintro f s a (dilf jk neighbours au) âŁ
long way home by @sparklingchim f a (dilf jk friends to lovers) âŁ
ever ever after by @hansolmates f s a (dilf jk disney au fantasy au) âŁ
slow dancing by @yoonia s a (soulmate au) ft. Namjoon âŁ
graduation by @shina913 f s a (best friends to lovers slow burn) âŁ
one-shot
how long will we fall by @jiminrings f a (soulmate au unrequited love au friends to lovers au)
fuck me forever by @bangtangalicious s (friends with benefits au)
fuck me better by @bangtangalicious s ft.Taehyung
touch me wherever by @bangtangalicious s (innocent jk and reader loss of innocence au) âŁ
pour it up by @jungkxook s (fuckboys threesome) ft. Taehyung
just for tonight by @jungkxook f s (strangers to lovers)
my fault by @krreader a
catharsis by @junghelioseok s (college au friends with benefits au) ft. Jimin âŁ
waking up in vegas by @ppersonna f s (brotherâs best friend accidental marriage) âŁ
the lighthouse by @rubycoast f a (mutual pinning strangers to lovers)
forever heart by @sparklingchim s a (exes au first love)âŁ
champagne problems by @smoochkooks f s a (friends with benefits kinda sugar daddy au) âŁ
christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks f s (established relationship au)
ready or not? by @chateautae s (college au) âŁ
slip'n slide by @sugasbabiie f s a (exes to lovers) âŁ
the lonely hearts club by @vantaenims f a (college au friends to lovers)
brotherâs best friend by @bts-hyperfixation âŁ
hate sex by @yeoreos s (friends with benefits)
milestone by @1kook s (first time brotherâs best friend) âŁ
it takes two by @junghelioseok s (roommate au fake dating au) âŁ
studio sessions by @writtenwhalien f s (brotherâs best friend friends with benefits to lovers) âŁ
finishing line by @kooksbliss f s (strangers to lovers street racer au)
the art of war more by @kpopfanfictrash s a (jock jk enemies to lovers college au) âŁ
the maid of honor misadventures by @jjkthclub f s (maid of honor au one night stand au)âŁ
young god by @njssi s (brotherâs best friend)
chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan f s (college au nerd jk idiots to lovers) âŁ
an abundance of peaches by @yoongphoria f s a (best friends to lovers frat boy au) âŁ
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Rating:Â Works range from SFW and NSFW. Each work will have its own set of warnings.
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LEGENDS COMING THROUGHOUT OCTOBER.
⟠Title: Devil Town
⟠Pairing: Platonic OT7 x reader
⟠Summary: You take a chance and spend a month in Devil Town: a quaint little place nestled deep in the woods of The Unknown, where the air is always a touch chilly, things are never quite what they seem, and no one will tell you anything.
⟠Genre/AU: Autumn?? A lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff
⟠Rating: PGÂ
as told by @park-jimin-isnt-real
⟠Title: Handmaidens
⟠Pairing: OT7 x reader
⟠Summary: When the murder of handmaidens begin in Joseon, you are assigned to serve the throne â the seven imperial princes, sons of Lord Sihyuk. Despite your loyalty, your suspicions begin to rise about the killings. Can you escape the palace before itâs too late?Â
⟠Genre/AU: Joseon Era thriller/slasher
⟠Rating: TBD
as told by @eserethriddle
⟠Title: Have MercyÂ
⟠Paring: Demon!Jimin x Reader | Alpha!Yoongi x Reader | Demon!Jimin x Alpha!YoongiÂ
⟠Summary: As a crossroads demon, Jimin is no stranger to vile creatures. Summoned once more, Jimin is surprised to find one of the purest souls asking for his help. Not only does he accept her deal, but while watching over her, Jimin finds himself falling for the very soul he is meant to devour. Eager to confess, Jimin summons the sweet soul only for his plan to turn sour when someone far more evil finds her alone.Â
⟠Genre/AU: Angst | Smut | Strangers to Lovers | Demon AU | A/B/O AUÂ
⟠Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
as told by @sweetestofchaos
Title: The One who Saved Us All
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
Summary: It's the annual Halloween celebration in Seoul, where everyone from different walks of life get together and celebrate the history of the Vidyadhara. But when someone decides to cause some trouble, Seokjin's best-kept secret comes to life.
Genre/AU: Halloween, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Disaster?
Rating: Maybe M to MA 15+
as told by @quirkybtsarmy
⟠Title: Simply Meant to Be
⟠Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader
⟠Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut
⟠Rating: m (18+)
⟠Summary: You arenât sure how any of it can be real. This placeâŠthese creaturesâŠthis man.
Youâve never been one to believe in things that go bump in the night. That is, until you woke up in Halloween Town with no memory of how you got here in the first place.
But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King and heâs perhaps the strangest of them all. Strange, but also absolutely fascinating and charismatic. Beautiful and incredibly dangerous.
The things heâs willing to do for you are frighteningâŠbut whatâs more frightening is that youâre starting to like it.
as told by @caelesjjk
T R E A T S
⟠Title: Blessed With A Curse
⟠Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader
⟠Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you arenât thrilled. Youâre even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them. OR When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.
⟠Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU
⟠Rating: NC-17
as written by @sweetestofchaos for TBA
⟠Title: Bump In The Night
⟠Pairing: Bogeyman!Yoongi x f. reader
⟠Summary: The dark can be scary; full of strange, unseen things. Just when you think youâve got a handle on your fear, the lights go out, and you face the reality that you were always rightâyou should fear the dark and especially whatâs waiting in it.
⟠Genre/AU: Monster Under The Bed, Horror/Thriller, Angst, Smut
⟠Rating: MA
as written by @colormepurplex2 for TBA
⟠Title: Carmen
⟠Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x human!Taehyung
⟠Summary: When Taehyung gets invited to a very secretive high-society club, he simply canât say no. Itâs only a little too late when he realizes that there is something wicked under the gilded laughs and pretty face. And there seems to be someone in particular who has his razor-sharp eyes on Taehyung.
⟠Genre/AU: Supernatural, Vampires, Smut
⟠Rating: Explicit/Mature
as written by @sailoryooons for TBA
⟠Title: Fledgling
⟠Pairing: Jungkook x Namjoon
⟠Summary: Jungkook is tired of his dreary existence. So when a mysterious stranger offers him a way out of life as he knows it, he takes it without hesitation.
⟠Genre/AU: Vampire AU, horror, smut
⟠Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
as told by @theharrowing for TBA
⟠Title: Love As Soft As a Distant Star
⟠Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Min Yoongi | Park Jimin
⟠Summary: You didnât mean to fall in love with your husband and fellow Witchesâ Councilmember Yoongi, but here you are: in love. (How gauche and not the thing. Youâre co-workers, not lovers.) Itâs particularly inconvenient since he is in love with someone else.Â
⟠Genre/AU: Witch AU, arranged marriage AU
⟠Rating: Explicit/Mature
as written by @vyduan for TBA
⟠Title: Lose Your Head
⟠Pairing: Park Jimin x F!Reader
⟠Summary: As a constableâs assistant you have several duties to him and the police force. Not only as his assistant, but as his dear friend. However, when an ominous summoning sends you and Jimin both to the town of Sleepy Hollow, you fear there might be more at play than either of you understand. And feelings that youâd hope to bury for life bubble to the surface...
⟠Genre/AU: Movie!AU, Thriller, SleepyHollow!AU, Smut, Romance. Rating: 21+
as written by @jessikahathaway for TBA
⟠Title: The Love Witch
⟠Pairing: witch!yoongi x demon!taehyung
⟠Summary: Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isnât interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that itâs possible. Heâll send Taehyung right back to Hell once heâs done with him, obviously.
⟠Genre/AU: fantasy, strangers to lovers, fake dating (kinda), light angst, smut, fluff, humor
⟠Rating: 18+
as written by @gimmethatagustd for TBA
⟠Title: Passage
⟠Pairing: Captain!Yoongi x Dracula!Jimin
⟠Summary: For several years, Min Yoongi and the crew of the Magpie have sailed the perilous waters of the Pacific, surviving treacherous waves and other deadly threats in order to deliver goods to the West. Now, on his final voyage as captain, Yoongi is about to face a danger like none heâs ever seen before - and he may find it too tempting to resist.Â
⟠Genre/AU: horror, supernatural, angst, smut, Dracula!AU
⟠Rating: M(18+)
as written by @minisugakoobies for TBA
Disclaimer:Â This is a collaboration put on for members of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server. These stories, characters, and festivals used here are not meant to represent any real or factual people, places, or things.
Reactions:
Surprise Visits and Silent Tears: Finding their S/O crying (hurt/comfort, fluff)
Animal Fears: Their S/O's SKZOO phobia (fluff, humor)
Rejected Embraces and Heavy Hearts: Their S/O refusing a hug (angst) -> pt.2: Reconciling Comfort (hurt/comfort, fluff)
Unfiltered Beauty: Their S/O not wearing makeup often (fluff, humor)
Unlocked Trust: The sharing of a phone PIN (humor)
Passionate Attacks: Their S/O suddenly kissing them (suggestive, fluff)
First-Night-Nerves and Quite Moments: First sleepovers (fluff)
Scars of the Past: Finding out their S/O was cheated on in the past (hurt/comfort, fluff)
Anxious Introductions: Their S/O being nervous to meet the members (fluff)
Friendly Fire: Accidently causing their S/O a minor injury (fluff, hurt/comfort, angst-isch)
Sleeves Pulled Back: Their S/O's s/h scars (hurt/comfort, fluff)
Echos of Home: Their S/O not being close with their parents (hurt/comfort, angst-isch fluff)
Reunited Moments: Seeing their S/O after a long time (comfort, fluff)
Sibling Bonds: Skz x Member's sister Scenarios (humor, fluff, angst-isch)
Imagines:
â Bang Chan â
One-Time Special Edition: You not being cuddly changed one morning (fluff)
Ruined for anyone else: "If we ever broke up, I think you ruined me for anyone else" (fluff)
Studio Interruptions: Changbin didn't expect to walk in on an passionate encounter (fluff, humor)
Dreaming of Peaches: He has a dream of little curls and your eyes (fluff)
Laptop Delivery: Practice got a little more eventful thanks to an forgotten laptop (humor, fluff)
A Lap to Nap: He finds peace in your lap, but duty calls him back to the studio (fluff, humor)
Boyfriend Taxi: He thought he was just dropping you off, but now he's meeting your friends (fluff, humor)
Beneath the Midnight Stars: "I didn't want to date, but now you're the one thing holding everything together" (fluff)
Chasing Yesterday: Years after splitting paths, he didn't expect a text to bring an old friend â and old feelings â back into his life pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5 (fluff, 10k)
Hotter Than Expected: How you found out your boyfriend can't handle spicy food (humor, fluff)
â Lee Know â
Aishitemasu: His motivation for studying Japanese might not just be due to the fans (humor, fluff)
Early Bird: While you're still tangled in the sheets, he fills the kitchen with quite affection (fluff)
Feline Approval: How Soonie and he agreed you were the one (fluff)
A Snowy Promise: With his enlistment approaching, he contemplates building a deeper commitment with you (fluff)
Quite Rhythms: As the neighbour's music seeps through the walls, he pulls you close (fluff)
â Han â
Borrowed Warmth: Han didnât realize the hoodie he grabbed wasnât his (fluff, humor)
Lyric Stolen, Heart Taken: During your date night, you stumble upon lyrics that feel a little too familiar (fluff)
Soft Nuzzles: Lately, you couldnât shake the urge to nuzzle into Hanâs neck (fuff)
Mornings with You (and low Ceilings): A lazy morning turn hilarious and hardwarming as Han crashed into the ceiling (fluff)
Just One More: Goodbyes always take a little longer thanks to your lovely boyfriend (fluff)
â Seungmin â
Sm x Lee Know's sister (fluff, humor, ~ 10k)
pt.1: Tangled Lines
pt.2: Caught in the Middle
pt.3: Future Hyung-in-Law
pt.4: Chauffeur Duties
pt.5: Puppy Love
Bang Chan
Interview with Officer Bahng
Sunkissed
Perfect Fit
Login Confessions
Youâre Losing Me (Angst)
Adrenaline High
Check Under My Hood
Always Come For You (Requested)
Love at Lunch Time
Airborne
His Little Star (Angst)
New Year New Me
His Clumsy Klutz
Lucky Number 13
Lee Know
Drunken Teasings
Mouth to Mouth
Unsure Attraction
Recipe of a Confession
Dandelions
The Great Cat-Napper
Red Light, Green Light
Parade Shenanigans
Love Postage
Entwined With You
Interrupting Festivities
Nearly Missed
Polar Opposites
New Cat Mama
Changbin
Traffic Control
Pool Games
Guarding Your Heart
Confession to Quench Your Thirst
Brave Girl (Angst)
Wrong Number
Silent Protector
Love Stuck on You
Do You Want To Build A Snowman?
Created Happiness (Angst)
Courage at Midnight
Taking Care of Him
Your Advocate
Rooftop Conversations
Hyunjin
Photographic Evidence
Underwater Love
Scent of Attraction
Masterpiece of a Confession
Play Pretend
The Chase
Little Bit of Time
Love Letters
Catching Snowflakes On Our Tongues
No Longer Playing Pretend
New Yearâs Resolution
All In The Details
Love Guru
Off Key
Han Jisung
Connections
Moves to Quick
Launch Party
Tickled Confessions
Eyes On Me
Sway
Nitro Boost
Love Behind the Lyrics
Baby Itâs Cold Outside
Inyeon
Plan Crasher
His Reassurance
Monsters Under The Bed
Lee Felix
Status Report
Just a Glimpse
Data Breach
Gameplay Confessions
Greedy (Angst)
Card Up His Sleeve
Checkered Flag
Love Creases
Angels In The Snow
Twilight Zone (Angst)
New Beginnings in the New Year
Worry Wart
Too Early For This
Seungmin
Monthly Exam
Protective
Gathering Courage
Confessions Under Fluorescents
Spoil Me
Took A Louisville Slugger
Last Proposal
Little Book of Love
Allâs Fair
Spoiled Rotten
New Year Conditions
Sweet Serenade
Backseat Driver
Coffee Snobs
Jeongin
Undercover Mission
Paired Up
Tease Me
Boardgame Confessions
Song Bird (Angst)
Highest Bid
Take Another Lap
Let Me Count The Ways
Icing You Out
False Hope (Angst)
Wishing You Good Fortune
Always In The Nick of Time
Dyed Colors