#╰・ i won’t be silenced you can’t keep me quiet ⋆ answered ♡

[jasminetak]

tag dump. 

[nana-au]

𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄...

 𝜗𝜚 Satoru Gojo Prince AU ♡ part four

 𝜗𝜚 Summary: satoru has an announcement to make to the royal court. you don't think you could've ever prepare yourself for what it could be. the two of you see each other after months of no contact and the result is bitter sweet. story summary based off of this drabble

𝜗𝜚 Warnings: forbidden love, unspoken feelings, heavy angst, intense emotions, suggestive flirting, heated make out, cussing, depression symptoms, misguided anger, jealousy.

 𝜗𝜚 wc: 4,323

𝜗𝜚 an: there is a surprise guest from the jjk cast being introduced.. heh. dw he is just for the story and holds no interest in reader.

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“How do you like kitchen duty, my dear?” the Queen asks, the royal blue wallpaper of her study behind her head seems to shift like the ocean waves; rising and falling - dancing in the reflection of your pupils as your tea is poured for you. With a wave of her hand the Queen’s servant is dismissed and it’s just the two of you alone. The silence is unsettling as much as it is intoxicating. The kitchen is noisy - pots and pans clanging together, the repeated motion of knife hitting cutting board, and the bubbling sounds of a roiling boil. But then there is your room at night; the bed you climb into is decently soft and the covers keep you warm enough but you’re missing the noise of Satoru’s words. Before everything changed you would lay awake and replay every conversation with the Prince; your heart would pound remembering every brush of his hand or intense gaze he didn’t bother to hide. Instead now even your own thoughts have quieted, leaving your night void of any stimulation. 

“It’s been pleasant,” you respond, blowing on the hot tea you’ve brought to your lips. You don’t try very hard to sound convincing but if the Queen notices she doesn’t comment on it. 

“I’ve heard you have been getting pretty close to one of the men in the kitchen,” she wiggles her eyebrows, like you’re her girl friend and she’s genuinely interested in your potential love life. You’re not entirely sure where she got such information from; but it’s been clear to you for a while now. She has eyes and ears everywhere. 

“Forgive me, I’m not quite sure who you are referring to,” the tea is hot as you sip it, burning the taste buds you’ve barely been using these days. 

“Well, Nanami, of course,” she takes a moment to sip her own tea. “He’s handsome… quite burly too for working in a kitchen,” she’s smirking describing the man like it's the most entertaining gossip in the whole world. You guess it's not the worst thing she could potentially hear about you. All though, the worst had already been said. 

“He’s knowledgeable,” you tell her, stoic and devoid of any real emotion, “I enjoy learning what I can from him,” it’s a boring answer but your life is boring now. She frowns, almost a little disappointed that you won’t bite and indulge in ‘boy talk’ with her, but she continues on anyway. 

“That’s how your parents met, you know,” another long sip of her tea, “your father used to volunteer in the kitchens just to see your mother,” she’s obnoxiously giddy again and you can’t fight the sour taste of disgust. It feels more like she’s describing a silly little romance novel and not real people’s lives. It’s almost amusing knowing that as soon as your ‘silly little romance’ got too close to her son it was no longer exciting to her. You kept silent - having nothing worth commenting aloud as you waited for her to get to her point. She didn’t invite you here to gossip, your life had hardly been entertaining since 3 months ago when you were banished from Satoru’s presence. Her lips purse for a moment before she talks, “Well that’s not why I invited you here anyways,”

No shit. 

“I wanted to say thank you. I’m sure you’ve heard of our upcoming event in which Satoru will announce who he is courting,” you could have choked on air if you were not incredibly aware of yourself around the Queen. Instead you sucked in a quick breath. You had obviously been preparing for the event seeing as it was tomorrow and everyone in the kitchens scrambled around to get everything set for it - but you missed the part where it involved Satoru and his new potential partner. “I was incredibly worried for the future of our kingdom, and I appreciate your diligent work in securing that,” her words danced around the true meaning - but you weren’t a dunce. She was thanking you for hurting Satoru - and yourself in the process. A truly noble sacrifice indeed. You had to fight the desire to strangle yourself in front of her.  

“Of course,” is all you muster, not bothering to put on a brave face. 

“Remember the blonde Princess I talked about all those years ago?” she says, observing her pristine nails, “I knew Satoru would warm up to her if he tried,” your tea was gone by the end of her sentence and you lacked the stimulation now required for this conversation; your uneasiness eating away at your insides. 

“I’ve heard she’s lovely,” your throat is dry despite downing an entire cup of tea. 

“Oh more than lovely, if you could even imagine. I’ve never seen Satoru more at peace than when he’s listening to her playing piano. She’s quite the pianist!” 

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Satoru did indeed enjoy the times she played for him. The melody left no room for chatter. It was the only moment the two of them were together that he could close his eyes and rest; shutting down after hours of struggling to be present. He didn’t need to pretend to listen to how her day went or care about her childhood. He didn’t need to make up details about his day or share stories of his own youth that he struggled to edit you out of. He could just be. And that’s how Satoru preferred it. 

You would never know about it because ‘how could you?’ - but Satoru was a new man. Gone were the days of acting out or scoffing at his lessons. Gone were the days he preferred fencing to etiquette lessons. He now spent his time indoors because that’s where his bed was closest. His new favorite activity was painting. It was quiet and kept his mind occupied. He enjoyed painting with the new Princess the most - she would play while he would paint and as her hands created beautiful melodies Satoru’s created melancholy works of art

She peers a glance at his canvas over the piano, eyebrows furrowing as she notices the brooding blues, “You do realize this song is meant to elicit joy?” she inquires playfully, and Satoru apologizes. 

“Forgive me, I don’t have much experience with music theory,” his brush dips into the blue oil paint before dabbing it onto the course fabric. 

“Blue seems to be your favorite color,” she comments, her hands walking over each other as the keys come alive from her touch. 

Satoru nods, “I do enjoy reds too. Deep reds,” he murmurs. 

The color of his bleeding heart. 

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When the King and Queen announce a new ball, Satoru already understands the reason without being told. He had to fix his blunder - the one where he abandoned his duties and prioritized the pleasure your presence gave him. He hadn’t seen you since that day - but he was sure your face would bring him anything but pleasure nowadays. He was agreeing to the expectations of this new event without listening. It didn’t matter to him anyways. His life wasn’t his - this was a fact he could no longer be gullible about. 

That’s why he stood there in the center of the ballroom, fingers interlaced with the Princess as he smiled down at her like she meant something to him. Because his life wasn’t his and there were worse women in the world to be arranged to. The Princess really wasn’t all that bad. She was intelligent, respectful, charitable and incredibly humble. She knew there was more to life than her appearance all while being a sight for sore eyes. Satoru couldn’t have expected anyone more perfect for the role of his wife. With his heart now out of the picture - there was no better option than her. He could see that clearly now.

She nuzzled her head against his shoulder, hiding her blush as Satoru talked about the first day they met to an inquiring older man and that is when you finally see the two of them together. Surprisingly, you’re allowed out of your metaphorical cage - the King and Queen now fully entrusting you in the same room as Satoru after you successfully stomped out his light. You’re with the kitchen boy, Nanami, who was the Queen’s new show pony she liked to trot around; insisting he was there to describe the new hors d'oeuvre he created himself. Neither of you were entirely convinced the Queen thought that highly of the dish - rather than the idea of having such an esteemed cook now residing in her royal kitchen. Your jaw drops seeing the two of them next to each other. You had only seen paintings of the Princess, and even those did not prepare you for the intensity of her eyes and the silkiness of her hair. You were right all those years ago; next to Satoru wearing his family’s signature blue - she fit perfectly. 

And Satoru. Your Satoru. He looked so sorrowfully beautiful. His jaw was sharper and his eyes were darker but he was still Satoru and that fact alone made it impossible to look away. You had no right - but your watery eyes threatened to spill over watching the Prince hold hands with the Princess. A pitiful feeling fell over you once you realized you couldn’t read his expression. There had never been a day that you couldn’t skim his face like the pages of a book and pinpoint exactly what he was thinking - but now being in the same room with him after so long - you realized you were no longer privy to his thoughts like you used to be. Perhaps that ability was now reserved for the woman who held his hand. If it wasn’t so devastating you might have considered thanking the Queen for what she made you do. You had to have looked so silly beside him seeing the Princess in front of you now - appearing to be a piece of the same puzzle by his side. 

“Are you doing okay?” a deep voice prods your ear and you turn to see Nanami, standing by your side with a look of worry. The Queen wasn’t entirely wrong when she spoke of rumors that the two of you were close - you were in a lot of ways. Just not in the way she found most interesting. Nanami taught you a lot of skills in the kitchen. He showed you the best ways to cut vegetables and the importance of never looking away from milk boiling on a stove top. He told you stories of his travels in search of the best ingredients and his experience being raised on the country-side of a faraway nation whose people were dying of hunger. How his life as a child shaped him into who he was to this day: a seasoned cook who the highest of society paid a pretty penny to grace their kitchens. For some time you spared him the details of your life and he took it well - waiting for the moment you decided he was someone you could trust - and once you did it seemed to flow out of you and never stop. He knew all about your childhood with Satoru and how things became the way they are now. He didn’t scoff at you for daring to imagine yourself next to a Prince or gawk at the audacity it must take to delude yourself into believing your life could possibly be different than those before you. He just listened while he prepared a snack for the two of you. It was cathartic being around someone who carried as much baggage as you. The two of you were stronger than ever by each other’s side, and that is why you stood with him while he talked to the snobs he couldn’t stand and he stood with you while you watched the Prince make his love interest known to everyone. “Go take a moment for yourself, I’ll cover for you,” he offered and you shook your head.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave you alone with these assholes,” you say, earning a chuckle from the blond man next to you. You look up at him and all though he’s laughing his eyes don’t contain humor - more concerned for you while witnessing the same display you had to. He knew it couldn’t be easy.

He leaned in once more, “Well if you change your mind, I won’t be mad,” you smile at him, grateful that you weren’t entirely alone in your new reality. 

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Just like the two of you could see the royal couple they could see you too - if they knew what to look for. You caught the Prince’s eye while he took a sip of his champagne, using it as a moment to take in the scene around him until he spotted you. He didn’t know what to expect when he first considered the possibility of running into you again; you two inhabited the same estate and though it was big you had your whole lives to bump into each other. Originally he thought his anger would get the better of him once he finally laid eyes on you. Or he considered that given enough time had passed, looking into your eyes wouldn’t elicit any kind of emotion in him - completely indifferent to your role in his life, like all other servants. What he didn’t expect was for his heart to fail him, the once slow pace now jump started with adrenaline. His heart rate was wild and his pupils dilated. The bubbly drink that usually burned on the way down had effortlessly passed his throat and entered his stomach that grew weak with just one look at you. If he wasn’t careful the Princess beside him would take note of how he completely removed himself from their conversation - but careful he could not be. He wanted to curse his cheeks for warming up at the mere thought of breathing the same air as you… how could he be present? Satoru wouldn’t have even noticed the man standing next to you if not for the way his tall form towered over you, blocking you from the Prince’s view. That’s when Satoru began to grow just a little more aware of his surroundings - or more so your surroundings. While he repeated the words you said to him that day like it was a prayer he couldn’t help but retell before bed - lest he forget - he still fought the logical side of him begging him to accept your words as fact. But he couldn’t because he couldn’t accept your own interpretation of your feelings while you shook and sniffled in the stables. He believed you wanted nothing more to do with him - but he thought the pressure of fighting for your rightful place in his life was one you could no longer stomach. That was what caused him the pain he felt each passing moment. That you lost your fight because Satoru wasn’t worth it. But how could he believe you lost your fight when you had no one in your life pressuring you to move on like he did - yet there you stood seemingly cozy next to the tall man beside you. Perhaps the thought of you giving up on Satoru hurt his heart less and that was why he settled on that thought, instead of the earth-shattering possibility that you could have actually wanted nothing to do with him.

So why would you have kissed him?

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It was a quiet afternoon when the two of you decided to stroll through the garden’s after Satoru’s tea break. You often found it beneficial to have Satoru spend time outside inbetween his lessons - he would have a new found focus when given the chance to allow his mind to wander in the cool air that the spring time offered. His fingers would busy themselves with the petals of a flower and you would walk in silence beside him, listening to him ramble or letting him bask in the tranquility nature offered. 

That day was one of those times Satoru pondered silently and you let him, enjoying the unique flowers the Gojo’s had planted from all across the globe while you walked by his side. His face was scrunched in thought and his hands were busy with the stem of a lily, using his thumbs to pry the plant open to feel around its sticky insides. You two were deep in your walk, the garden trail extending surprisingly far on the Gojo’s lawn. The estate was now hidden by the yards of thick bushes that separated the trail from other parts of their extensive property. Satoru let out a breath you didn’t realize he was holding, and you turned to look at him. 

He seemed anxious, the tips of his ears were deep red and his face was scrunched with worry. “Did you get a sunburn, Satoru?” you ask him, stopping him in his tracks to get a better look at his ears. They were hot to the touch as you inspected them but he was antsy rather than in pain from the grip you had on his cartilage.

“What do you think about kissing?” he asked, his cheeks turning as red as his ears. You giggle at him, not because it was random - no that was normal for Satoru - but the topic was a bit suspicious.

“Why do you ask?” you all but flirt - finding the confidence to since you had the upper hand.

“I don’t know… it just kept coming up in the book I’ve been reading,” he puts simply, trying to end the conversation he brought up. It was rare for Satoru to embarrass himself like such, and it was going to be hard for him to get you to ignore it. 

“You've been thinking a lot about kissing, haven't you?” you continue to tease, and he scratches the back of his neck. 

“No!” he scoffs, “Just.. nevermind,” the flower he was dissecting was discarded for a new one - his fingers plucking the petals before tearing into the ovule roughly. 

“I don’t know what I think about kissing, I’ve never kissed,” you answer his original question, engaging him back into the conversation. 

“Me neither,” he responded, defiling the poor flower a little less since you had his attention. ‘What do you think it’s like?” It’s your turn to blush and he definitely realizes his newfound control over the conversation - turning the tables on you as he begins to poke you about it. “It’s probably wet, right? Well if you used tongue,” you’re a blushing mess listening to your best friend describe something such as tongue-kissing and he’s smiling at you. His pearly white teeth sparkle under the sun while he continues his torture, “I’d imagine it’s warm too - and soft. Your lips look soft,” he comments and you could feel yourself struggling to hold back your bashful reaction. He knew how to work you up just like you knew how to work him up. Unfortunately he was a little bit better at it than you - or you were just more susceptible under his gaze. He comes in closer to you - you think just to tease you further and get your heart to racket against your chest and you’re not entirely wrong. It’s hard to focus when his broad shoulders contrast yours and when you feel the palm of his hand touch your sternum to feel the pounding of your heart - you can’t fathom how you’re still standing on your own. “Your heart rate is fast,” he comments, pretending he has no concept as to why that could be. 

“You flirt too much, Satoru,” you grumble at him, trying and failing to steady your heart beats with him so close. His breath smells sweet like the candies he eats and you can’t protect your nose from the pleasant musk that clings to his skin. 

“I’m not flirting. I’m just asking you a question,” he’s somehow closer and his hand won’t leave the spot between your breasts. 

“Yeah. Kissing is probably warm and wet and whatever else you said,” you mumble, desperate to crawl away from him while simultaneously scared of losing physical contact with him. 

“Maybe we should test our hypothesis,” he’s still smiling but his eyes don’t match; half lidded while he observes the twitch of your lips at his words. You gulp, unable to keep yourself from looking at his own pair of lips. You note that they look soft too, even when he bites at them upon noticing you’re doing the same as him. “It can just be a quick one,” he says, almost like he’s trying to convince you now like he’s already convinced himself years ago. Unbeknownst to him you needed very little convincing. 

“Just a quick one,” you all but breathe out, and the two of you are leaning in without realizing it until your lips meet. Your lips feel plump against his, soft like the pillow he lays his head on at night and he doesn’t want it to end. His hand meets your jaw, holding you still while his lips get used to the feeling of yours against them. Your hands come up to grip his shirt, bracing yourself while he slowly deepens it, testing the waters by slowly poking his tongue inside your mouth. You pull back, yelping at the unexpected intrusion. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks, voice sultry and deep and you nod at him, going back in for more. He starts slowly again, pecking your lips softly before working his way up to prodding his tongue cautiously against your sweet lips. You let him in and he all but groans, gripping your waist with his other hands so he can feel you pressed up against him. You both have no idea what you’re doing, teeth and tongues hesitantly clashing as you explore each other’s mouths. His pulse quickens when you let out a weak moan muffled by his mouth hot against yours. His hand on your jaw slowly works its way down your neck, across your collarbone, before hesitantly stopping at the start of your breast. You’re both clouded by the haze created between the two of you, unaware of your surroundings until you hear the scurry of an animal. You both pull away - scanning the area with no luck of finding the creature that caused it. You clear your throat and try your best to pull yourself together - but it’s hard when his eyes are so dark and his lips are so red and glossy from your spit.

“Let’s get back, Satoru. Your teacher will be expecting you soon,” and off you go, with Satoru trailing behind you.

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Satoru had never felt the foreign concept of competition in regards to you. It must be the reason he felt such vitriolic jealousy seeing you next to another man. He had no time to consider himself a fool. He wanted nothing more than to see his nose smashed in and your eyes on him again. 

But Satoru had to remind himself he was different. He was no longer the old Satoru whose emotions reigned over his logic. While the new Satoru was born through pain, it would do him good to act on the new things he learned; like patience. 

And patience he needed when later that night he found himself wandering into the kitchen for a glass of water - expecting the room to be empty and overcome with shock when he saw you there. You’re not alone either. The man from earlier guided your hand as you two fileted a fish. And what an odd sight it was - seeing your back pressed up another man’s chest as he carefully guided your knife against the belly of a salmon. Nanami notices the Prince first, respectfully removing his guiding hands and you look up, mouth agape at the sight of the unimpressed Prince in front of you. “Prince Gojo,” you both say, bowing respectfully at him. “How can we be of service?” Nanami asks, still stuck in his bow to Satoru. For the first time in your life you see Satoru ponder his next words and it is almost as shocking as being in the same room as him for the second time after going no-contact all those months ago. You aren’t used to him thinking so long about what to say; you’d always known him to speak his mind unfiltered. It made you incredibly uneasy.

“Are they aware you two occupy the kitchens after they’re meant to be closed,” he asks and you’re even more confused. Satoru? Becoming a stickler for rules? Your jaw hung open just for a moment when you remembered to pick it back up. 

“We’re very sorry, your royal highness. We will be sure to clean up and head off to bed,” Nanami is nothing short of respectful but Satoru still can’t hold back a scoff, turning his head to glance your way. His eyes miss their softness you’ve always been used to and you cower under his eyes, keeping your gaze on the ground until he finally turns around and leaves. 

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That night is the first night you let yourself think about Satoru again, now having many things to think about as you lay awake in your bed. 

He looked… almost disappointed in you? You try to fight the idea of him caring what you chose to do, chalking it up to your hopeless wanting that he was as stuck on you as you were stuck on him. But you saw him tonight with the Princess; getting close to her like he only ever did with you and you know you can’t let yourself get caught up in misguided optimism - Satoru had moved on and did exactly what you needed him to do… So why did that realization have to be so unbelievable to you?

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[moonstruckme]

Hey! I recently discovered your blog and I love your writing! I’m having a stressful time with schoolwork at the moment and it’s really comforting for me. I was wondering if you’ll take my request of the mauraders comforting y/n after she doesn’t get into the university she loves (Cambridge)? My interview’s in a few days and I’m feeling nervous about the result if it goes badly. Or anything along those lines really!! Thank you for your work! <33

Hi babe, I'm glad you like them! Good luck if you haven't done your interview yet, and please try to keep in mind (I know it's not easy, I was shit at it when I was applying to universities) that it'll all be okay regardless! I never would have imagined I'd end up at the school I did, but I've had an amazing time here, so I think it really is what you make it <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Your heartbreak is intermittent. Your boyfriends have affixed you with everything you need, from your heaviest blanket to your favorite treats from the corner store, but even with the distraction of your comfort movie on the TV in front of you, James keeps catching the occasional sluggish tear rolling down your face. It seems like you’re only able to slip free of your grief for a few minutes at a time before you remember it, tiny sounds of anguish slipping past your lips as your eyes fill with tears all over again. 

He reaches over you now as a silent sob jerks your shoulders, tucking you under his arm. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispers feebly. The words feel emptier with each repetition. 

You clearly don’t believe him, sniffling and pulling your legs closer to your chest. 

Your boyfriends share in your agony, Remus keeping his stare determinedly on the movie despite the worried set to his brows while Sirius’ eyes keep flitting to you, continually looking like he’s about to say something and then deciding against it.

Something must happen in that head of yours, because suddenly your crying worsens, awful, wracking sobs tearing out of you despite how hard you’re clearly trying to suppress them. 

Remus turns around in his seat, crestfallen. “Dovey, come on,” he pleads, grabbing the remote to pause the movie. Your ragged breaths sound worse in the new silence. “You’re okay, sweetheart.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say miserably. You press a hand to your mouth to quiet yourself.

“No, don’t be sorry.” James scrubs a hand up and down your shoulder. “Let it out if you need to, angel.” 

You won’t, face growing blotchier by the second, but you do lean into his side as a compromise. 

“I know you’re disappointed,” Remus says tentatively, “but I really do think it’ll all work out in the end. In a year this won’t seem nearly as important. Probably sooner.” 

You don’t respond; you don’t believe him, either. 

On your other side, Sirius makes a soft sound. “What’s going through your head, sweetness?” 

“Just—” you sniff, wiping a hand under one eye too roughly for James’ liking. He intercepts it, thumbing the tears from your other cheek far more tenderly. “I’m so d—disappointed in myself.” You break halfway through, covering your mouth with your hand as sobs jostle their way out of you. 

“Don’t say that.” Sirius is practically begging. “You worked so hard, there wasn’t anything more you could have done.” 

“You—you can’t know that. I could have tried harder.” 

“Darling, these are pointless thoughts,” Remus says gently. “There’s no use in thinking about what might have been different. You did work very hard, maybe as hard as you could, but it’s done now.” 

Your only response is a soft, half-repressed keening sound, and Remus gets out of his seat, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of you. His knees bump the couch as he reaches forward to grasp your ankles. 

“What do you want for yourself—say, a year from now?” 

Your eyebrows scrunch while James’ rise. He’s not sure this is the line of thought Remus should be leading you down right now; up until a couple hours ago, the answer had hinged on the university you’ve just been rejected from. Sirius looks similarly dubious, gray eyes moving between you and Remus warily. 

“Take your time,” Remus urges. One of his palms slides up the line of your calf and back down again. “Think about it.” 

“I want…I want good friends at my school,” you say, eyes downcast as you think. “I want to like where I live—to feel at home—and to like my classes too.” You look up at him and your eyes have gone glossy. “I just want to be happy,” you whimper. 

There’s heartache in the crease of Remus’ brows, but he rubs your shin consolingly. “You will be happy, sweetheart. None of the things you just said are exclusive to any one school.” He rests both hands on your knees, giving them a little squeeze. “I know it might not feel like it right now, but that wasn’t your only path to happiness. You might even make better friends, or take more interesting classes, or feel more at home wherever you end up than you ever would have at that place.” A tear dribbles down to your chin, and Remus’ eyebrows scrunch concernedly. “Do you get what I’m saying?” 

“I do. Thanks. Just, I can’t—” You suck in a breath, trying to keep more tears at bay. “I can’t think about that right now.” 

“I know.” He rubs your calf, lips pursed. “I know you’re not ready to think about what’s next just yet, darling, but just know you’re going to be alright. We’ll talk about it when you’re ready.” 

“Do you want to wallow for a bit?” Sirius asks, cozying up to you and needling his arms under yours to hug you from the side. You sniff, and he takes it for agreement, setting his chin on your shoulder. “Perfect.” He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Wallowing is my specialty, sweetpea. If you wanna cuddle for the next twelve to eighteen hours, I’m your man.” 

“You do have work in the morning,” Remus reminds him idly. 

“Priorities, Moony. Our beautiful genius sweetheart is sad, if I have to shirk all my responsibilities for the next two weeks to cuddle her, then that’s a small price to pay.” 

His scheme works, and a tiny smile worms its way onto your lips. James can practically feel Sirius’ internal fist-pump. 

“What?” he goads you, giving your jaw another quick kiss. “You don’t think I’ll do it? No sacrifice is too much for my girl, you know.” 

“This is not wallowing,” you point out, and he pouts at you. 

“Fine, you’ve caught me.” He dips his head to nip at the ticklish spot on your neck, a near desperate move in James’ opinion, and grins when you giggle unwillingly. “I only like it when I wallow. I want you smiling, without a single unpleasant thought going through that lovely head of yours, all day long. But alas,” he sighs exaggeratedly, resting the side of his head on your shoulder, “we can mope, if that’s what you want.” 

You don’t reject his offer, placing your head atop his, but James notices that some of the heaviness has waned from your countenance. He leans over and presses his lips to your temple.

[rabbitenn]

Hello could I request imagines for a Tenn x Reader and momo x Reader with a Reader who has a crush on them but tries to deny it to avoid heartbreak (and struggles to talk to them)? Thank you🫶

OFF VOCAL.

Your feelings for him remain untold in the memories of your silent symphony.

ft. Kujo Tenn, Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, some angst.

Thank you for requesting, hun ! I’m sorry this is so late, but I hope you can still enjoy it, mwah <3

♡ KUJO TENN

The realization settles over you like the mesmerizing rays of an eclipse at dawn; you know you shouldn’t stare directly at the sun’s blinding daze, and yet, your eyes can’t quite avert from his light.

But this is normal, right?

Everyone was attracted to the rose gold light his imaginary wings always seemed to give off. A radiance in thaw; his otherworldly aura helplessly drawing you in, until the honey of his voice wrapped its sweet warmth around you.

Kujo Tenn.

Everyone’s angel.

Your closest friend.

And yet, obviously, you were not immune to his charms.

Every time his gaze found yours, no matter if it was in a crowded concert hall or in the privacy of one of your rooms, the world around you faded; white noise and the blurry background of a discolored picture were all that remained around you and Tenn.

Thus, you have to build a wall between you and the alluring image of the angel.

You can absolutely not reveal the emotions your heart beats in.

Tenn and you have been friends for so long… And he’s a famous idol on top of that… You can’t taint his wings in stygian ink just because of your foolish desires.

And so, you close off your own invisible wings, the freefall awaiting you, a slow, bittersweet agony.

For bites of tongue replace words you used to share with him, in the comfort of sugar scented bedrooms and the soft colors of glazed donuts.

And Tenn knows.

That something is weighing on your mind.

That the sunshine that usually filtered through the trees as he spent time with you is now dimmed; the first droplets of a downpour falling as perennial foliage decays.

You thought your silence would be the silver locket to keep your diary secret, but to him, it’s like breathlessness as a heavy feeling constricts your chest.

Thorny vines, opening your throat to ask for help.

And despite it all, you decide to stitch bloody thread over your lips, keeping them sealed, no matter how much your heart shreds.

Luckily, an angel’s halo just happens to shine upon you, healing the parts of you you’re self destroying.

“[Y/n],” Tenn calls you, as a few quiet seconds pass with no answer from you following. “Are you alright?” He asks, those beautiful maroon eyes of his regarding you with concern.

You stare at him with a confused expression. Then, you get back to your senses.

“Yeah… I guess I was just spacing out.” You utter softly, avoiding his eyes.

Fiddling with your fingers, you reach out for the plate of donuts sitting between you two.

The atmosphere feels tense enough around you, you feel you’ll suffocate if you don’t busy yourself with something soon.

In that instant, your hand is held by someone else’s.

His touch is tender, so gentle, as his fingers intertwine with yours.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” Tenn prompts, thumb running over the back of your hand.

You stammer, eyes widening, heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, a telltale sound of the frenzy your mind is into.

“I-I… I’m… It’s n-nothing.” You finally manage.

The angelic idol gives you a knowing look, a smirk playing on his too tempting lips.

“Since when did you become so shy around me?” He asks, one of his hands brushing some strands away from your face.

You take in a sharp breath, heat flaring up on your cheeks.

“T-that’s not…” You try to turn your face away from him.

Because you know if you keep getting lost in his pretty quartz-like eyes, your lips won’t be able to keep away from his.

And, however, it seems that’s exactly what he wants.

Taking your chin in between his fingers, Tenn guides your face towards his.

“Why, [Y/n]?” He whispers, thumb running over your lower lip.

Your breath hitches, pupils dilating as your friend, who’s definitely more than that, holds your gaze.

You know what he’s referring to.

Your silence. The avoidance and pulling away from him you’ve been isolating in.

“I can’t…” You begin, as thick words lodge in your throat, the fear of ‘I can’t be with you’ ‘I can’t have my heart broken when you inevitably say no’, the silent chains constricting your throat.

Strands of hair weaved from wishes on a shooting star tickle your cheek.

Tenn’s forehead rests against yours, as his hands thread through your hair.

He utters your name.

Millimeters separate his lips from yours.

And the hardcovers of your secret diary seem to fall apart this close to him.

“I love you.” You inevitable breath, pupils blown wide, in the space between.

Your angel’s answer comes in the form of warmth and softness upon your lips.

His hands move to your waist, bringing you closer to him in the sunlit space of the room.

Against your better judgment, your arms wrap around his shoulders, your form melting into the sweetness of his perfect embrace.

You’ve longed for this.

So many days, so many nights, in which dreams came to a close with you wide eyed, as you came down from the daze of his pretty face appearing in your oneiric illusions.

And even if you want to believe it, but fear makes you deny it, he’s yearned for this too.

Because as much as Tenn strives to move the hearts of his fans and put bright smiles on their faces, you are always the first one he sings for.

And now, even if it’s in an unspoken way, the melody of him next to you is finally being relied.

Alas, seconds helplessly tick by, and one cannot exist without oxygen forever, as much as you can’t be without each other.

“I love you too, for a long time now, I have.” Are the words that follow your Tenn’s soft smile the moment you part.

There is no need for locked vaults between you and him anymore.

♡ SUNOHARA MOMOSE

You know you are a fool.

Both for even beginning to fathom your feelings could ever be returned, and for acting the way you’re doing now.

You’re just making yourself miserable and you know it.

And yet, you’re hell bent on denying it.

It’s so obvious to you now how he could never like you back in the same way you like him.

He’s one of Japan’s top idols, for crying out loud.

The fact that you just happen to know him since his college days doesn’t mean anything.

Therefore, you are determined to swat away any thoughts of infatuation that come your way.

No matter if that means entirely isolating from him.

Momo.

The friend that’s been with you for over seven years now.

You can’t ruin what you have; and what’s more: you don’t know what you’d do with yourself if you heard ‘no’ coming out of his lips.

So pulling away, being quiet… That’s what must be done.

You were always good at it, anyway.

And besides, what good would it do, if you ended up accidentally making your feelings known?

This is for the better.

You turn around in your bed, the city lights casting a dimmed glow around your room; dyeing it in shades of muted cyan.

Blue.

Quite fitting for the state you find yourself in.

Lying on your side, sheets rumpled, as numbness and doubt wrap around you.

Your eyes focus on your phone for a moment, carelessly thrown around your bed.

You’ve been ignoring all the messages today.

Especially the ones sent by him.

You just… couldn’t bring yourself to open them; it hurt seeing his enthusiastic typing and all the cute kaomojis. It’s as if… You were betraying him by being like usual, when it’s clear your feelings for him have shifted to another direction.

Not that you’ll ever reveal that to him.

And if you ignore it for long enough, it is sure to fade away.

A doodle in pink pencil, undoubtedly to be erased as paper yellows beneath the ticking of the clock.

You knew that better than anyone.

You have been wiped out too many times when you tried to speak from your heart, for it to become whole again.

Deep scars still remain, and they hurt enough as is to risk reopening them once more.

It’s better to wound the remaining untouched flesh of your choking heart, if you want to avoid shattering it completely.

Fuzzy thoughts turn into exhaustion, which leads you into restless dreams, under the light of a dimmed moon.

You awake to the strident sound of a ringtone blaring right by your ears.

Judging by the light around, it’s still early, and no sun is filtering through the curtains today.

Groggily, you pick up, if only to stop the annoying ringing.

“Yeah?” You yawn half asleep.

A second later, you pull the speaker away from you, the voice on the other side, on the edge of yelling.

“[Y/n]-chan! I finally got in touch! You haven’t been replying to my texts, ah I was so worried!”

“I…” You begin. “I’m fine, Momo, please don’t worry.” You reply, trying to keep your tone even.

On one hand, it really does warm your heart he’s been thinking about you.

On the other, you really do feel guilty for having worried him…

And besides, you’ve totally failed to avoid him.

“Are you sure, [Y/n]?” Melancholy is palpable in his usually perky tone. It makes you feel a pang of hurt on your chest.

“I… Yeah, I guess…” You trail off.

A few seconds of silence on the other end of the line.

Then:

“You know, if you’re not feeling well or there’s something worrying you, you can count on me.”

Why was Momo always so kind? It makes it so hard to keep denying what’s clearly love for him.

“I’ll figure it out.” You mumble, perhaps more to yourself than for him to hear.

“I know you will, [Y/n], but, you know, if you want some company… Just say the word.”

A nostalgic smile settles on your lips.

The truth is you would certainly like it, his company.

You let out a sigh.

“I’d love that.” You utter, truthfully.

One of Momo’s bright giggles can be heard on the other end.

A few fleeting ticks later, your doorbell rings.

“Open the door then, [Y/n]-chan.”

You can’t help the wide smile spreading on your face.

“What? Really? You’re here?”

You can practically see the nervous laugh he lets out.

“I… uh got worried when you didn’t reply and I thought maybe you were sick, so I… kinda bought many of your favorite snacks… yeah…”

He’s too cute.

With that same dopey grin on your face, you open the door.

Even if you can’t make your feelings known for now, you suppose it’s alright to indulge in the tight hug he gives you.

You certainly needed one from him right now.

[nancys4gf]

second chances | steve harrington

summary: you were the original babysitter when steve joins the gang, and it doesn't make you very happy.

pairing: steve harrington x reader (non gender specific)

warnings: none

note: hii i hope you enjoy this imagine set on s2!! i love steve's development and his dynamic with the kids so i wanted to write a character who learns to appreciate him. kinda enemies to lovers??? but it's not exactly enemies, reader just doesn't like him much lol. also, requests are open!

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“i’m not around for a day and you replace me with steve harrington?”

“you weren’t here, so.” dustin retorted, and you glared at him.

“i’m sorry, i was too busy trying to find that ugly lizard of yours.”

dustin gasped. “keep dart’s name out of your mouth.”

“no one’s replacing anyone,” mike rolled his eyes. “let’s just, work together as a team, okay?”

you stared at steve, who stood uncomfortably beside dustin. you didn’t bother hiding how unconvinced and discontent you were with the situation. as soon as steve caught your gaze, he straightened up and gave you a hesitant smile. you narrowed your eyes at him, before sighing and jiggling your car keys.

“alright, where to?”

— ❀ —

“i don’t understand why you hate me so much.”

you were walking ahead, the kids following behind as you threw pieces of raw meat on the train tracks in order to catch dart’s attention.

“i don’t hate you,” you said, throwing a piece of meat so violently that steve doubted the sincerity behind your words.

“alright, then, why do you not want me here?” he tried again.

“you’re steve harrington.” you stated obviously.

“have been for a while, yeah.”

“i don’t like you,” you looked at him, noticing the way his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth drawn in a tight line. “i haven’t forgotten the way you treated jonathan, and nancy. how you talked about will going missing. they’re my friends, you know. just because you know the truth now doesn’t make it right.”

steve stayed quiet after that. you glanced at him a couple of times, but he wasn’t looking at you. he kept his gaze fixed on the ground, his movements automatic as he continued laying out the pieces of meat. you didn’t speak again either.

— ❀ —

it was silent and dark in the back of the abandoned bus. you could only hear max’s uneven breathing next to you, while she gripped your hand with so much force that would surely leave your skin red afterwards.

you guys were currently hiding in the junkyard, dart’s chitters and growls piercing through the silence as you waited for something to happen. for anything to happen. 

“he's not taking the bait. why is he not taking the bait?” steve whispered. 

“maybe he’s not hungry?”

“maybe he’s sick of cow.”

“stay here.” you said finally, not being able to stay still and do nothing.

“where are you going?” max asked exasperatedly, tightening the grip on your hand. 

“to distract him.”

“are you insane?” dustin chimed in. 

“be quiet,” you said, looking each of the kids dead in the eye with what they called your ‘very serious and scary face’. “and get ready.”

“i’m coming with you.” steve stepped in, already holding his bat.

“no, you’re watching over the kids. i don’t need help.”

“no offense, but i think you do.” dustin said, staring out of the window. 

pushing past steve, you looked out and watched as dart was joined by other two demo-dogs. 

“can’t we just stay here?” max pleaded, her hand now interlocked with lucas’.

“they’ll come here,” steve reasoned. “we’ll keep them away, won’t we?” he looked at you, waiting for an answer.

you took a glance towards the yard again, before letting out a defeated sigh and nodding your head.

— ❀ —

“you should be less stubborn.” steve said, running a finger along the cut on your forehead, wiping the blood that was trailing down your face. result of you falling on your face in the middle of the woods.

“we’re lucky nothing happened.” was all you said in response, his lingering touch on your skin stinging. 

the kids were walking a couple of steps ahead of you as you wandered the woods. max and lucas’ were still holding hands, talking enthusiastically about what they had seen and what they’d do now. dustin was quieter, occasionally glancing at his friends’ interlocked hands.

“he totally has a crush on max.” steve whispered to you, and you looked at him in surprise.

“yeah?”

“oh, yeah. he came to me for advice.”

“uf,” you exhaled. “mistake number one.”

steve rolled his eyes.

“you know, max is almost as stubborn as you,” he observed. “but at least lucas managed to soften her up.”

“what are you saying? that you want to soften me up?” you asked playfully, and steve shook his head, a teasing smile growing on his face.

“i wouldn’t dare.”

“so, if you don’t mind me asking,” you said, dodging a branch under your feet. “what are you doing here?” 

he shrugged. “dustin said he needed help with this… demo-dog, and well, when i had to fight one of those things, it was pretty scary, to be honest. i couldn’t let him deal with that on his own, i guess.”

you stared at him as he talked, noticing the sweat gathering on his forehead, the way his hair was barely disarranged, except for a few strands that had fallen out of his otherwise impeccable mop of hair. he watched where he was going, but he never took his eyes off the kids for longer than a second, attentive to their every move, occasionally calling out to them not to go too far.

“you know,” it was only when he talked again that you realized you hadn’t said anything in response. “what you said earlier, i get it, i really do. i was an asshole.”

“a massive one.” you retorted, eager to exploit the once in a lifetime opportunity of getting steve to admit he was wrong.

“yeah, a massive one, anyways—”

“a really, really exceptional asshole.”

“okay! yes, i was the world’s biggest asshole. what i’m trying to say,” he glared at you impatiently, urging you to stay quiet. “i don’t know how to say this without sounding like a douchebag in a bad teenage movie, but i’ve changed. i know now that i shouldn’t have acted like that. isn’t that good? that i understand i was wrong and that i’m trying to make it right?”

he stared at you. “isn’t that enough for a second chance?”

“i don’t think i’ve ever given you a chance at all, in the first place.”

he groaned loudly as he stared at the sky, and you thought that maybe you had finally exhausted him, and he would finally give up this pursuit to gain your approval. 

“just… give me a chance? please?”

the steve harrington you claimed to hate so much wouldn’t care whether someone liked him or not, let alone actively do things to compensate for the way he acted in the past.

“well, you’re here now, aren’t you?” 

when he looked at you, you were smiling at him. it wasn’t a snarky or mocking smile. it was the type of smile he saw you giving your friends, a genuine, kind one. he couldn’t help giving you a big grin in return, nodding his head proudly.

when he looked ahead again, he saw dustin giving lucas a piggy ride, and rolled his eyes as he scolded,

“dude! get down!”

steve walked up to the kids, softly hitting dustin in the head and telling him to be careful: they could fall, they could get hurt. you laughed, watching the scene unfolding in front of you.

maybe steve harrington wasn’t so bad after all.

[tender-rosiey]

Can I request headcannons of Aone, Yaku, Tsuki, and Hinata where they accidentally sent an ily text to their crush? And then their crush reciprocates it too, either seriously or in a casual way? Love all your works btw and hope you have an awesome day~ (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

❥ Confessing Accidentally to HQ Characters

Includes Tsukishima, Hinata and Yaku

ᴀ/ɴ: hehe, time to put social maker into work; there will be a written portion of course ;) and I am glad you like my work and I hope you enjoy this as well 💘 I lost inspiration when it came to aone I am sorry also yes these aren’t headcanons but I hope it’s fine for you :(( not proofread 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

TSUKISHIMA KEI:

↳ And ever since then you have been avoiding him like the plague, and you had every right to. Tsukishima never really showed interest in anyone and like this he will probably use it against you or spread the word.

At least that’s what you thought that moment, but the said blonde was actually a burning red when he read your messages because while he might be an asshole and very salty at times; he was hopelessly in love with you, but of course he couldn’t show it.

He figured however its time to step up his game, but you weren’t helping at all; every given opportunity he had to talk to you was snatched by you every-time you ignored him on purpose and it really wounded him; were you really embarrassed by having a crush on him?

However on one fateful and cliche day, he found you at the vending machine and ran to you gripping your arm gently; so you looked to his side, a nervous expression taking over your face. You waited for him to catch his breath cause he was clearly panting.

“Why do you keep avoiding me?”

He asked with a semi-glare while you looked everywhere except his face; “y/n I want answers, just tell me if you are embarrassed by me” as much as it hurt to say and think of, he had to put it as a possibility or he would be too hurt when he faces it from you, and so he prepared for himself for some harsh words but instead got a shy response of “well…I thought you didn’t like me back and you probably don’t so I avoided you so it won’t be too awkward.”

A moment of silence passed by but it felt like a whole day to you, until you got pinched by the nose. “Stop assuming stuff, you are too dumb for it.” He said eyes avoiding yours before stubbornly saying his confession “I like you too, dummy.”

HINATA SHOYO:

↳ the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor can be heard from outside the court, the place where you are now facing your crush, who seems rather nervous and keeps looking everywhere but you. the silence has been going on for quite some time and he can’t bear it any longer.

“umm, hey?” the ginger mumbled shyly before finally locking eyes with you after what seemed like eternity. “hinata, were you serious?” you asked as his rather nervous state made you feel like he was about to deny his feelings. his eyes widened before abruptly shouting loudly “YES! I WOULD NEVER LIE ABOUT THAT!”

“well good!” you then, rather eagerly, held his hand. “so what are we?” he inquired while a small smile crept up his lips, his eyes awaiting your response. you rolled your eyes before reversing the situation “what do you think, hinata?” causing to laugh brightly before saying “i think we are past the last name status, right?”

soon though you heard a flash go off, and then turned your heads to its source only to find the rest of the first years watching closely. “lmao the tangerine got a lover.” said the blonde male before snickering; on the other hand, yachi raised a fist in celebration and muttered a quiet “i knew they would get together!”

kageyama approached hinata before holding his tightly like a watermelon and aggressively asking “when the hell did you get smooth? “I think we are past the last name status” did you search that up??” said remark made the life-size human tangerine proceed to attack the man and turning what was once a cute confession scene to a wwe battle.

YAKU MORISUKE:

↳ honestly, you did not expect that what you had to do so you can date yaku was this easy. after your confession, said dude had asked you to meet up with him before training. lo and behold, he prepared a small gift: a pair of matching keychains.

a cute cat paw for yourself and a ball of yarn for him, and it was a really cute and subtle way to show that you are dating. he was actually pretty shy but still got his point through that he, as well, liked you and would love to pursue a relationship with you.

and since then you hadn’t exactly revealed your relationship to anyone and didn’t boast about it much. it was going to come light anyways, and you weren’t hiding it. in fact, more often than not, yaku would like hug you in the middle of practice just because. for some reason, his teammates just thought it was him being very friendly.

they had completely forgot just how bashful the libero can actually get. they figure it out fully until after one match, you screamed a rather loud “CONGRATULATIONS BABE!” and ran to hug him and the latter obviously didn’t mind and instead welcomed with very open arms.

pun intended.

cue a chorus of “YAKU, YOU ARE DATING Y/N?” and “WHY NOT ME?!” actually the second was what yamamoto said. most congratulated him, but kuroo, oh kuroo. “did you confess or was she the one to confess cause you were still scared?” the tall captain taunted which then led into a long 15 minutes of bickering while you were waiting ti get your boyfriend back.

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[cosmohwa]

RUNAWAY CONFESSION ; jung wooseok

• genre : fluff, m4a ( male for all ), gender netural, friends to lovers ♡

• word count : 1.4k

• author's note: posting twice to make up time that i missed here, i hope you guys like it!

• triggers: arguments !!

• written in lowercase format !!

loud, roaring noises came booming from the living room as you were trapped in your room, doing online schoolwork. your parents were arguing for the millionth time today and it annoyed you to the max. your parents have fought with each other constantly, ever since your dad had gotten fired from his job back in july. your mother wants him to get out of the house and find himself a job, while your father wants to do whatever pleases his ego.

of course you had schoolwork to do, and you tried ways to block out the noise, but nothing seemed to work on your end. you were lying back against your chair, sighing in frustrating, just being fed up with your parents' arguing all the time. 

the one noise you could hear though: your phone ringing. you looked at the caller ID name and noticed it was wooseok, your best friend, calling you. you were taken aback at first, but then decided to answer his call to keep him from waiting.

you snuck outside your window and placed the phone to your ear, hoping that'll help block out the yelling.

"wooseok.. you picked the wrong time to call buddy." you sighed in frustration.

"ah, they're arguing again aren't they?" wooseok asked.

"yep, i can't even do my college work or classes because that's all they've been doing this week is arguing and it's ticking me off." you ranted. 

wooseok knew that your parents had constant arguments with each other. it had gotten worse and worse as time went on when your parents were at each other's throats.

"i'm sick of your parents.." wooseok sighed.

"believe me, i feel the same way buddy." you agreed, "all i want to do is runaway from here.. and just go live on my own.. or with you."

there was dead silence between the both of you for a couple of minutes, before you heard a glass shattering noise, coming from your parents' bedroom.

"do me a favor," wooseok instructed, "pack up everything you can. i'm coming down there as soon as i can alright?"

you nodded, got off the phone with wooseok, and snuck back inside your window into your bedroom. you grabbed some duffle bags and a piece of luggage that was gifted from your cousin.

you placed both bags on your bed and just started shoving pieces of clothing from your closet, not giving a care if they were folded or not. you were glad that wooseok was going to help you run away from your parents' house, since you're tired of them yelling and throwing items around the house. 

trying to be as quiet as a mouse, you snuck into the bathroom to grab some toiletries, shower items, the basic necessities for self care and slowly went back into your room without getting caught. you also managed to grab a booklet of your old baby pictures in which recently your mom had given you.

you finished packing up everything, including your schoolwork and textbooks and immediately snuck out the window. wooseok was nowhere in sight, yet. you went over to the side of the house, threw your bags over the fence and climbed it without falling over onto the ground.

thankfully you made it safely onto the ground without straining your ankles. you sighed, pulled out your phone to text wooseok and told him where you were. he probably won't see your text message until he arrives at your parents' house, but somehow you got a text from him quickly.

"hey, my car won't start.. so i can't drive to pick you up. can you maybe run or walk towards my house?" wooseok sent.

you nodded in agreement and just decided to run away from the home, even if it means getting caught. but it's your only chance to get away.

"oh please don't let me get caught.." you thought.

and then you bailed for it. your hands were latched onto your bag in one hand, while the other one was on your shoulders. you ran as quickly and speedy as you can to get away, hoping that your parents didn't see you.

[ 30 MINUTES LATER ]

you had finally arrived at wooseok's house safely and out of breath. you knocked on his door while trying to catch your breath from running.

"ah you're here, come inside and let me get you some water." wooseok reassured you.

he helped you walk inside of his home. you  of course, took off your shoes, placed your bags on the floor and meandered your way over towards the soft and comfortable couch. meanwhile, wooseok was getting you some water from the kitchen. he also got you some food while you're at it because he knows that you're hungry.

"alright here you go. i got you a snack as well since i knew you probably haven't had anything to eat much. eat and drink up while you're at it." wooseok said as he placed the cup of water on the table.

wooseok sat next to you on the couch, while you were exhausted and drained from running so many miles to his house. you had the strength to take off your jacket and lift the glass of water from off the table. you chugged the water down your throat and swallowed it whole. "how about we watch some movies? it'll help you get your mind off school for the night." wooseok suggested.

"sure," you nodded, "do you mind if i use your shower first? i need to freshen up from all that running."

"yeah go ahead. second door on the right." wooseok nodded.

as you were preparing to take a shower to freshen up, wooseok decided to get everything set up for the movie night. he grabbed some pillows and blankets from the closet and even prepared some snacks that he had leftover.

once you had finished, you went back into the living room and sat down on the couch next to wooseok. wrapping the cozy blanket around your body, you got into a comfortable position, but to wooseok it wasn't comfortable at all. your neck kept getting stiff and it hurt like hell.

"you don't look comfortable.." wooseok noticed, "you can rest your head on my chest if you like."

you were taken aback yet again. usually if you were uncomfortable, he would let you rest his head on your shoulder, but this time on his chest. "are you sure?" you asked nervously.

"yeah of course. i wouldn't mind, and on the other side too you seem to be burned out from school and your personal life, so let's enjoy each other's company." wooseok reassured you.

you nodded and climbed into his embrace. it was awkward at first with you lying on your best friend's chest, but on the bright side at least it was comfortable. you closed your eyes for a minute while wooseok was selecting the movie to watch.

unexpectedly, you wrap your arms around him and just snuggle into his chest. and gosh did this man find it so cute. "if i drift off to sleep, you wouldn't mind right?" you asked.

"not at all. get all the rest you need." wooseok responded.

you nodded and closed your eyes in hopes that would help you drift off to sleep, however as you were drifting off into dreamworld, you felt lips touch your forehead, which was unexpected. you'd knew it came from wooseok though. 

"i love you." wooseok whispered.

you started blushing like an idiot. his sweet little confession was sending you over the edge. "oh.. you heard that didn't you?" wooseok said nervously.

"yeah i did.. and i actually like you back dork. i had strong feelings for you for a while, i was just scared to tell you because it might've ruined our friendship or you wouldn't like me back." you expressed out your thoughts.

"well, now you don't have to be scared of that because i feel the same way. i'm deeply in love with you, it's been driving me crazy for the last couple of months. i wanted to confess earlier, but.. i was too shy. so here i am expressing how i truly feel about you." wooseok whispered. 

you smiled and just kept blushing like a rose. you loved him so much not just a friend, but more than friends.

"do you mind if i kiss you?" wooseok asked.

you nodded and pressed your lips onto his. that was the cherry on top. you've been waiting for months to kiss him and now you've taken up the opportunity to do so. his hands were cupped onto your cheeks and yours were too.

after a minute, you both pulled and immediately shifted your head to where it was resting on his shoulder. wooseok wraps his arms around you and rubs your back to comfort you. he places a kiss on your forehead and wishes you sweet dreams so you can get some proper rest.