#I met a friend on here that would become my housemate

[croatoan-the-line]

tumblr as an overall has been such a wild experience for me over the years.

I made some great friends, both on here and then subsequently irl. I’m so infrequently active on here but it has been a constant and fond source of memories. I started going on tumblr when I was like 22 or so, and I cannot believe the changes in my life, my personality, my views, my morals since then.

Say what you will about it, and I’m sure we all do, but this is one of the few sites where I’ve held that fond warmth even through the good, the bad, and the really fucken ugly.

This place really can be a shithouse, but it’s also a shithome, and I love that.

[watermelonlovershigh]

another sickfic/period prompt.. living together as friends/housemates and H finds her on the floor in the night feeling really sick from her period and sits with her + helps her out 🥲 changes her sheets for her, rubs her back and just holds her on the floor with a blanket round them. she's absolutely mortified with no choice but to be accepting of his help and all he wants to do is make her feel a little better :(

Period Cramps Are No Fun {part 1.} (housemate!harry series)

AN: thank you for this request. it's not exactly as the request said but i hope it's close enough. and i normally don't write harry as anything other than y/n's lover but made an exception with this story. please share your feedback with me and let me know how you liked it. enjoy. xoxoxoxo

This story contains: small period leak, severe period cramping, puking due to period cramps, crying due to pain and embarrassment, mentions of sex toys, comfort, fluff

{ housemate!harry - friend!harry - softrry - any harry era - au!harry }

word count- 1,956

You wake up in the middle of the night with severe period cramps and when your housemate and friend Harry happens to wake up for a glass of water, he sees you on the bathroom floor crying and has no choice but to be by your side and comfort you.

You were looking to be someones flatmate or housemate. You'd put offer after offer online and one day a guy named Harry accepted your offer. He had a pretty nice townhouse in London and from his brief description of himself, seemed to be an alright guy. You didn't want to move in with some lazy scumbag and you'd come to find Harry is the opposite of that.

He's probably the cleanest guy you've ever met. He enjoys keeping things organized and loves to keep the house smelling fresh with candles on every shelf and table. And you get along quite nicely. You'd even go as far to say over the six months of living in his townhouse that you've become friends.

Doing things friends do such as order take-out food together, watch movies on the couch, paint each others nails, share juicy details about your love lives (or lack thereof). Harry is a very fun guy to be around and if you're being honest with yourself, you'd say you've developed a slight crush on him. I mean how could you not? He has nearly all the characteristics of what every woman's ideal man would have. Physical characteristics and things through the actions he does.

Now even though you've became great friends over the six months of living here, there is still stuff you try to keep private. For instance, your periods. Harry's not dumb and obviously knows you get a period. Mainly from seeing your sanitary products under the bathroom sink or in the bin by the toilet. You don't try to keep your periods a secret, just private.

And though Harry knows you get periods, as do most females, he has yet to see the bad side of your periods. The periods that make you sob on the bathroom floor from the amount of pain your cramps are causing. The periods that make you nausous and throw up. Luckily those periods aren't a monthly thing but they do happen a few times a year for whatever reason and it sucks.

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Late last night as you and Harry were watching a movie on his sofa, you began to feel crampy in your lower stomach. You asked if he could pause the film while you went to the bathroom down the hall and he agreed. And that's when you realized your period had came and you'd leaked. It's not a bad leak but it's enough for you to need to change your underwear and your shorts. Which the shorts barely had any blood on them but still called for a fresh pair.

Once you got yourself situated, you returned to the living room where the first thing Harry commented on is your changed clothes. "Did you change your shorts or somethin'?"

Quickly, you answered, "Yeah, my period started and I kinda leaked. Okay, you can press play on the movie."

Harry nodded sympathetically but followed your orders. He would have said something else to try and comfort you but knew you prefered to keep your periods more private. He doesn't understand why though. All women get periods. It's not something you should be ashamed of and he wished you'd understand that.

Now it's four in the morning and you're woken up to what feels like the worst period cramps of your whole life. Fuck, you scream in your head, it's gonna be one of those months. The longer you lay in bed the more nausous you began to feel from how painful your cramps are and that leads to you stumbling out of bed and rushing to the bathroom down the hall.

After what felt like an eternity, you made it to the bathroom and literally crawled on the floor over to the toilet. Now that you're in the bathroom you feel less nauseous but the pain is still in full force. That's when the tears start flowing. With your back against the wall and your knees up to your chest, sobs roll out your body as you fight against the waves of your uterus contracting to release its lining.

Harry is a heavy sleeper and usually don't wake up unless someone outwardly calls his name or pushes him awake. What wakes him up right now though is a dry mouth and a craving for a glass of water. So he gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen. But before he can even make it to the kitchen, he hears what sounds like crying coming from the hall bathroom.

Rushing over to the bathroom door, the sight before him breaks his heart. You didn't have the strength to shut the door so from the hall, Harry sees you sobbing in front of the toilet, back against the wall, and a hand clutching your stomach. "Oh, Y/n," he steps inside, "what's the matter?"

You slowly lift your head and the first thought in your mind was you didn't want him to see you like this. This was too embarrassing and you were too vulnerable at the moment. "Harry, go. Don't look at me."

Taken back by your words, Harry retorts in concern, "Not until you tell me what's wrong. Are you sick? Why're cryin'?"

Realising it's no use to deny your housemates help in your condition, you answer through the pain and tears, "My.....my cramps are SO bad. It hurts so much, H...Harry. *sob* It's making me feel so sick."

Harry frowns sympathetically and kneels down beside you in just his boxer briefs, which is his usual sleep attire. He would have covered up a bit more if he'd known this is what he was going to be walking into on his trip for a glass of water. As soon as he kneels down, you get the real urge to puke.

You push yourself off the wall and hang your head over the toilet. A harsh dry heave leaves your mouth that makes him cringe but nothing more, yet. Harry quickly scoots behind you and collects your hair with one hand and runs his other hand over your back. He doesn't know if you want to be touched right now but knows that when he's getting sick he finds that if someone rubs on his back it makes him feel a little better.

"Shhh," Harry whispers gently, "it's okay. You're okay. I've got you." He patiently waits until your feel better or actually get sick. After a few more jarring dry heaves, you end up throwing up in the toilet. And though the act feels like hell and is gross, you hope it will also relive the sickness your belly feels due to your period cramps.

You slowly lift your head up, taking deep breaths, and start crying again. This time not from the pain but from embarrassment. Harry's quick to ask, "Hey, what is it, Y/n? The cramps again?"

A little more coherently then the last time you spoke, you answer, "No. Just embarrassed. I threw up in front of you." That has Harry throwing his head back with a laugh.

"Y/n, I don't give a single fuck about you throwing up in front of me. Everyone gets sick from time to time. Just want to make sure you're alright. I hate that your period cramps are causin' you so much pain."

While subconsciously rubbing circles in your lower tummy, you ask desperately in a near whispered voice, "H, can you please go get me some pain medicine. It's in my bedside table drawer in my bedroom. Once I have that I think I'll feel better. At least for a couple of hours."

"Of course." Harry agrees and gets up off the bathroom floor to head to your bedroom. Once inside, he walks straight to your bedside table and opens the drawer to find your bottle of pain medication. While rummaging through to find the bottle, Harry tries to ignore the assortment of sex toys you have in there; bullet vibrator, dildo, clit sucker. Shit, this is the wrong time for him to get all hot and flustered at the thought of you using those under his roof.

He finally finds the bottle of pills and heads back to the bathroom where you still are. Within the time it took him to grab your medicine, you've stood up off the floor, flushed the toilet of course, and now sit on a closed toilet seat. Harry opens the bottle and asks, "How many? One or Two or....?"

"Two please." Harry hands you two tablets and grabs a paper cup used for rinsing your mouths out by the sink and fills it up with tap water. You carefully grab the small cup from his hands and take the pills with urgency, just wanting to be out of pain as soon as possible.

Once that's over with, Harry annonces, "Well, I'll let you get cleaned up in here and I'll be out there waiting for you."

"Okay, thank you." you respond gratefully. Harry really is the best housemate you could have asked for. While he's gone, you change out your tampon and brush the taste of vomit from your mouth. Then you exit the hall bathroom, ready to try and get a few more hours of sleep.

As you step inside your bedroom, you're taken back. Harry has managed to change your sheets and duvet, claiming a fresh pair will help you relax and hopefully sleep better. He's also set an actual glass of water on your nightstand, as well as plugged in his heating pad for you to use. "Harry....... what's all this?"

Nervously, because he doesn't know if this is all too much to do to someone who is just his housemate and friend, Harry replies, "Um, just wanted to make sure you come back to a comfy room. Hopefully you'll get a few more hours of sleep. And if you get thirsty or need to take more medicine, there's a glass of water there. Then my old heating pad that you can use across your tummy to also help with your cramps. Hope it's not too much."

You turn around with a small smile on your face and reach out to hug him. He's startled at first but soon relaxes and hugs you back. You hug for a minute before you break away first and mutter your appreciation. "No, this is great, Harry. Not too much at all. Thank you for your kindness tonight. And thank you for putting up with me in the bathroom. I know that wasn't a pretty sight. So yeah, just, thank you so much."

Looking down at you, Harry gets the urge to kiss you, but instead, says, "Y/n, it's no big deal, really. I would have helped anyone in that situation. Just want you to feel better s'all. Now get back into bed and around ten I'll wake up and make us a brunch. Sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds perfect." You crawl back into your bed that now has fresh sheets and maneuver the heating pad over your tummy. The pain medicine has begun to work but your uterus is still quite achy. As Harry turns around and heads out your door, you yell out, "Night." even though it's five in the morning by now.

"Night, Y/n." Harry speaks as well before slipping back into his bed across the hall. Now laying in your separate beds, all you can think about is how much you would have loved if Harry was in your bed cuddling you. And all Harry can think about is how much he wishes you were in his bed, so he could cuddle you. Maybe one day that day will come. But for now, you're just silly housemates that's turned into friends.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

Arguments and Confessions {part 2.} (housemate!harry series)

[gureumz]

stained glass windows

rating: explicit

member: jungwon

notes: fem!reader, stepcest, dubcon, religious corruption, baby trapping (?), unholy use of scripture (sorry god), dom!jungwon, slight angst, mentions of death, step brother!jungwon, breeding, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, jay has a cameo appearance lol

a/n: so this is an amalgamation of everything everyone requested for jungwon,,,reciting bible verses during sex? i got you. stepcest? no problem. baby trapping (this is 100% what i want and yes my wish is my command)? you bet. religious corruption? hell yeah. something super filthy and kinky? say no more. enjoy, hoes! love ya mwa (the bible verse here is 1 Corinthians 10:13 if you were curious)

sundays are your happy days.

a pretty dress, the stained glass windows, hushed chatter among the churchgoers—these were all the things you waited for at the end of the week.

your mother had always been proud of how involved you are in your faith, showering you with loving words before going to bed when you were little, calling you 'hers and God's favorite angel'. you'd smile and feel a sense of giddiness. God's favorite angel. can you believe it? you made sure to wear that as a badge of honor.

and then you grew up, went to a bigger school, met people who are different from you. even those who you knew were like you, devoted and obedient to their parents and God, seemed to have strayed down the path of parties, drinks, and the unthinkable. that is to say, premarital sex.

you never understood the appeal of it all. your faith and God were enough. you didn't need to participate in such acts to feel anything. you felt Him in every waking moment.

until there came a time when you were convinced He was gone altogether.

until sundays stopped becoming your happy days. every single day was void of any happiness.

your father passed suddenly, leaving you and your mother to fend for yourselves. you watched your mother grieve, grieved on your own, alone in your room. you went to school and saw the excitement in your peers' eyes, talking about a party here and buying drinks there.

you nearly caved. anything to take your mind off your dad.

but this was when your mother spent nearly every day at the church, despite it being mostly empty every day other than sundays. without anything better to do, you tagged along. and you started to feel Him again.

you knew God returned for real when your mother became friendly with a newcomer at church. a businessman who recently moved to your town, towing his son along.

mr. yang, as you later learned. he had a son.

jungwon.

jungwon wore an easy smile, deep dimples appearing every time he did. he shook your hand with a hesitant grip, palms smooth and soft. he had eyes that seemed to sparkle.

seasons changed, months grew into years, and your mother and mr. yang got married.

you saw the life return to your mother's face, easing her shoulders back, smoothing out the creases in her weathered face.

sundays became your happy days again, now that mr. yang and jungwon were in your lives.

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jungwon is the poster child for the perfect sibling. or, at least that's what you think.

it's been a couple of years since your parents' wedding, and jungwon was nothing short of accommodating. he was kind, always letting you have first picks at whatever food your parents prepared, and offered to do things for you.

granted, it wasn't always like this. the two of you skirted around each other the first few weeks, both former only children, suddenly dealt with the fact that they had a sibling exactly their age. there was even a period of time when jungwon would bolt at the sight of you. though, you tried to not take this to heart.

but after all has been said and done, the two of you fell into a routine, becoming friends of some sort. eternal housemates.

"hurry up. this will be the second week we're late because you couldn't decide what dress to wear."

you turn, spotting jungwon poking his head through the door.

"sorry," you reply bashfully. "these people don't see me on weekdays anymore since i'm off at campus, so you can't really blame me for wanting to make an entrance on the one day they do see me."

jungwon quirks an eyebrow.

"since when did you care what they think?" jungwon questions, stepping fully into your room. he's wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and crisp black pants.

you note that the watch he has on today makes him look particularly handsome.

you merely shrug. "i don't know. everyone at college dresses so nice and i thought i'd make an effort, too."

jungwon snorts. "everyone at college is a try-hard. it's a small-town liberal arts institution."

"hey, you're a student there, too," you point out, crossing your arms at jungwon.

you watch as he surveys your outfit, eyes slowly making your way down your body. you swallow, suddenly aware of how tight the yellow sundress feels. the fabric seems to dig at your armpits uncomfortably, and the hem is too short and—

"you look good," jungwon says, eyes meeting yours.

you breathe a sigh of relief.

"well, if you say so. i trust your word," you say, smoothing down your skirt.

you feel jungwon approach, circling an arm around your waist, ushering you towards the door.

"i am your brother. i think i'd know what would look good on you," jungwon points out with a wink.

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the service goes by without a hitch. you participated as you always did, offered your prayers as you usually do. you thanked Him for another successful week of classes but also asking for you to ace your upcoming exams. it was all routine.

until your mother pulled you along, chirping excitedly about a new family that had moved to town and joined the church.

the parks.

a father, a mother, and their son who's a business major at some big-shot university a few towns over.

"i'm jay," the son said to you, reaching his hand towards you as his family introduced themselves to yours. you shook hands and you couldn't help the sudden heat that flooded your face and chest.

your hand still tingles with where he held on, even now on the car ride home

"that jay boy sure is cute," your mother says from the passenger seat. you turn to her, eyebrows raised.

"seems like he has a good head on his shoulders," your stepfather agrees. he looks at you through the rearview mirror.

"the kind of guy girls wanna marry."

you see your mother twist in her seat to give you a knowing look. you roll your eyes but the familiar warmth takes over your entire body again.

"i mean, i don't know. we just met him and his family," you point out, trying not to stutter. you turn to jungwon for backup but your brother has his back turned to you, his face angled toward the window.

"right, jungwon?" you try nonetheless.

"huh?" comes his clueless response. he looks at you and his face is crumpled in a frown. you're taken slightly aback.

before you can say anything, your mother speaks up.

"why don't you try and befriend him, jungwon? they said they only live on the next street over," your mother offers, unaware at how deep jungwon's frown has gotten in the seconds she said that sentence.

"i don't know," jungwon mumbles. "i can try, i guess."

you watch as jungwon turns back to the window, his hand balling into a fist on his lap. you decide not to pry, leaning your own head against the window beside you, watching the little houses in your neighborhood speed by.

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you urge yourself to stop picking at your fingernails. but you can't help it, either. standing outside your brother's door, you're not sure what awaits you on the other side.

taking a deep breath, you decide to just get it over with. you're certain it's nothing. you're just concerned and you want to see how jungwon's doing.

you knock softly three times, waiting to hear jungwon's voice. after a few seconds, you hear a muffled, 'come in!'.

you push the door open a bit, taking a peek inside jungwon's room. he's sprawled on his bed, his phone in his hands as he scrolls through his screen. his eyes shift to you and he sits up.

"what's up?" jungwon asks as you let yourself in. you don't say anything until you're seated beside him on his bed.

"i didn't want to risk your wrath, so i wasn't sure if i should bring this up with you...," you begin, teeth worrying your lower lip.

jungwon raises a brow. "i don't know what you're talking about. but other than that, you know i can never get upset with you, right?"

you continue to bite down on your lip, unsure of what to say next.

"but you were upset today," you say after a few seconds. "in the car?"

jungwon's face morphs into mild recognition. he nods, finally understanding what you mean.

"oh, that," jungwon deadpans. "it's nothing."

"come on, you can tell me anything, remember?" you urge, pulling your legs up on jungwon's bed before crossing them. jungwon glances down as you do so but quickly averts his eyes back to your face.

"it's nothing, i swear. it's stupid and thinking back on it, it just seems like such a dumb thing to be mad about," jungwon explains, shifting closer to you.

you take his hand and you squeeze as jungwon threads his fingers through the gaps between yours.

your mother often remarked how the two of you seemed more like twins than regular siblings. mirror images of each other. the perfect balance. looking at jungwon now, you see what she meant.

"nothing you say would be stupid to me," you reply, voice soft as your thumb runs over the skin of jungwon's hand.

something flashes across jungwon's face and his eyes seem to trail over every part of you. your skin prickles as he stops right at your chest, pajama top showing the very tops of your breasts.

"i didn't like the way that jay guy was looking at you," jungwon finally admits, gaze returning to your face.

you look at jungwon quizzically. "what? how was he looking at me?"

"like he was undressing you with his eyes," jungwon complains. "he was practically flirting with you."

you laugh incredulously. "no, he wasn't. he said two words to me, wonie."

jungwon shakes his head. "i'm a man, too. i know how our brains and eyes work."

you stop for a second to ponder on jungwon's words. you can't deny the intensity of how jay seemed to be looking at you earlier and the way he held your hand so tight.

"so?" you retaliate. "he's cute. i don't mind."

you see jungwon's jaw clench, the muscles spasming under his skin. his lips press into a thin line and he pulls his hand back from your grasp.

"guys like that will only take advantage of you, _______," jungwon says, voice slow and deliberate.

your forehead creases. "how are you so sure?"

jungwon stares at you for a few moments. he reaches his hand out, cupping one side of your face in his palm. you gulp, your heart jumping at the contact.

"i just know. you trust me, right? i'm your brother, after all."

you nod.

your hand comes up to cover his that's on your face and the room seems to still. the steady hum of the ac fades away, the cicadas outside vanish, and the thumping of your own heart amplifies. jungwon is looking you square in the eye and you can't help but cower under his gaze.

just as jungwon makes a move to lean closer, a loud knock and your mother's voice rips the moment away.

"dinner's ready! come eat!"

jungwon pulls his hand back and you scramble off his bed. you hurriedly cross the room, flinging jungwon's bedroom door open and stepping out, not sparing another glance behind you.

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you toss and turn that night.

your face still tingles from where jungwon touched you. your mind is reeling with so many thoughts, your imagination seemingly going into each and every unexplored direction.

you and jungwon grew close during the years you spent together since your parents got married. it was like becoming friends. you had to learn things about each other, know what makes the other tick. the two of you never shied away from showing who you truly are. you'd be living under the same roof for the most part, so what's the point in hiding, right?

and jungwon never hid his affection for you. brotherly hugs, encouraging pats on the back, kisses on your forehead. he told yu over and over again how happy he was that you were his sister. that you were the best sister.

and you never hid how much you needed jungwon, either. he taught you how to get home on the bus from college on the weekends. he helped you with any handiwork you required in your room. he gave you the ins and outs of the college cliques and clubs.

jungwon always told you he loves you. you always reached out to jungwon. neither was a secret.

so, what's making you so nervous?

before you can answer yourself, you hear the hinges of your door squeak as it opens. in the dim light of your room, you see a figure step through the doorway, startling you slightly.

"sorry, it's me," jungwon whispers. "i couldn't sleep."

you feel your heart quicken once more as you sit up, watching jungwon make his way to your bed. he plops down on the mattress and looks at you.

"mind if i crash here for a while?" jungwon asks quietly.

jungwon does this on some nights, reasoning the bouts of insomnia as he snuggles up to your side. half of the time he talks, telling you stories of what he did during the day, and the other half he spends holding you to his chest, fingers drawing patterns on your back.

on rare occasions, he asks you to turn away, pressing your back to his front. he sometimes rocks against you gently and whispers how much he loves you in your ear. you feel strange when he does this. but you never complain.

"sure," you reply, scooting to one side of the bed. jungwon moves to lay beside you, pulling the covers over him.

wordlessly, his hands find your hips, tugging you close. you let him, your own arms circling around jungwon's torso. he's warm and smells like fresh laundry. you don't hide the way you inhale his scent.

you stay like that for a few minutes and you almost think that jungwon has fallen asleep. but after a while, he pulls back slightly to look at you.

you meet his eyes, sharp shadows cast across jungwon's face from your night lamp situated on the other side of your room.

"stay away from jay," jungwon says. your mouth falls open in mild surprise.

"why?" you ask. jungwon sighs, cradling your face once more in his hand.

"he doesn't deserve you," jungwon responds, voice hardened with something you can't quite put your finger on.

jungwon's looking down at you and even in the darkened state of your room, you can see the seriousness in his expression. he's clearly still upset from earlier.

"but mom and dad seem to like him," you reason with a pout. jungwon lets out a 'tsk' grasping your face tighter.

you let out a whimper. jungwon was never this heavy-handed with you.

"but i don't like him," jungwon insists. "you need someone who knows you, who can do things for you, who loves you more than anything."

jungwon pushes you onto your back, his leg swinging over to plant his knee on your other side. he grabs at your wrists and presses them down, trapping you as he hovers over you, his face inches away from yours.

"you need me."

you gasp, unable to comprehend the words that had just left jungwon's mouth. you're given no time to work it out in your head because jungwon is kissing you, pressing his lips to yours. you protest, pushing against jungwon but he's too strong for you to fight back properly. he has you pinned down and there's nothing you can do.

"w-what are you doing?" you say as jungwon pulls away for a second. instead of answering, jungwon busies himself with your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin. you squirm and whine but jungwon doesn't let up.

"i love you," jungwon whispers in your ear.

you shiver.

"you love me, too, right?" jungwon questions as he looks at you. you blink away tears that have gathered in your eyes.

you're just so confused. what is he doing? what is happening?

"answer me, angel," jungwon urges gently. he leans down to kiss away at the tears streaming down the side of your face.

"i do," you return weakly.

"no no," jungwon tuts. "say it properly."

you sniffle as you feel more tears fill your eyes.

"i love you."

jungwon seems satisfied because he kisses you again, tongue running over the seam of your lips. you've never kissed anyone before and it feels so foreign, having jungwon's tongue licking into your mouth. but you follow what he does, parting your lips and moving your tongue with his.

jungwon groans, one of his hands letting go of your wrist to grab at your waist instead. he presses you to him and you feel something stiff against your thigh.

"you make me so hard, angel," jungwon groans. he grinds against your leg and you watch as his expression crumples into pleasure.

"t-this is wrong," you sob. "we're not supposed to do this."

and you do feel conflicted with it all. everything you've learned in church, everything you've read through His word, it all says that this is bad. that you should only lay with the man you love, the man you married.

oh, but you do love jungwon. you've loved him since the day you met him.

"do you want to stop?" jungwon asks, stilling above you. you continue to cry, your legs squeezing together as you feel wet heat pool in your underwear.

"God will forgive us, angel girl," jungwon coos, a hand dipping beneath your pajama top.

you mewl as you feel jungwon squeeze at one of your boobs.

"He knows how much we love each other, so he'll forgive us, don't you worry," jungwon reassures as he rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"then we'll make it up to Him with a cute little wedding at a faraway chapel," jungwon continues, his other hand tugging down your shorts and underwear.

you're breathing heavily now, head spinning as your whole body heats up. the ache between your legs grows stronger.

"then we'll have babies," jungwon says. "so many babies we'll be filling up our own pew at church."

you gasp as you feel jungwon's fingers press against your core, working on the nub that you've ever really encountered twice or thrice before, too scared to be condemned to hell if you continued to touch yourself.

"what if we have a baby now, huh?" jungwon asks, placing a chaste kiss to your temple. "make you a mommy so no one can take you from me."

you shake your head, initially appalled at his words, but the thought of carrying jungwon's child, it stirs something in you.

"no?" jungwon asks, voice hinting with playfulness. "you don't want it?"

you look up at jungwon, struggling to find the words to say. you want it but your conscience screams at you to refuse.

"i want it," you finally answer. "want to give you a baby."

"fuck," jungwon curses as the words leave your mouth. he hurriedly discards his shorts, eyes seemingly ablaze.

"yeah? gonna give your brother a baby?" jungwon taunts, fingers circling at your core again. you moan wantonly, a million different feelings coursing through your body.

jungwon pokes in one finger through your entrance and you nearly scream, unprepared for the strange sensation.

"sshhh," jungwon says, pressing down on your mouth with one hand. he adds a second finger in slowly and your back arches off the bed.

"look at you," jungwon says with a grin. "your body responds so well to me, huh, angel?"

you cry into jungwon's palm as you feel him pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them inside every time he pushes in. you feel a tightness in your belly and more wetness pooling out of you. your body jolts with every movement of jungwon's fingers.

"shit, i can't take this anymore," jungwon mutters, pulling his fingers out. you whine, hips involuntarily pushing up as they search for friction.

"i got you," jungwon says, taking his hand off your face. the room is filled with your soft sobs, a mix of the lingering guilt and the newfound pleasure.

jungwon strokes his shaft a few times and you watch with bated breath as he aligns himself between your legs. you feel him push against you and you start to cry even harder, fear of what's to come gripping you like no other.

jungwon pushes halfway in and any scream threatening to break free from your lips is muted by jungwon pressing his mouth to yours. you cry and cry and cry as jungwon keeps pushing in, burying himself to the hilt seconds later.

he stills, pulling away to let you breathe. you hiccup, the stretch between your legs equal parts painful and filling in the best way possible.

"s-so big," you sob. "c-can feel you in my belly."

jungwon groans, his hip snapping up involuntarily. you whine, biting down hard on your lip.

"yeah? can you feel me here?" jungwon asks, a large hand pressing down on your lower abdomen. he starts to move then, slowly pulling out then thrusting back in.

"yes!" you gasp. "yes, yes, it's so deep."

"God, angel, you sound so beautiful when you're being fucked," jungwon says, speeding up.

"recite to me your favorite bible verse," jungwon commands. you barely hear him with the way he's moving his hips against yours.

"w-what?" you mumble in a daze.

jungwon takes hold of your face, forcing you to look directly at him.

"your favorite bible verse, angel girl. let me hear your pretty voice."

you rack your brain for it. you should know it by heart, have it seared into your consciousness. but the way jungwon is taking you right at this moment wipes away nearly all thoughts of scripture.

"no temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man," you begin, trying to keep your voice steady as jungwon scrutinizes you, fingers still digging into your cheeks.

"God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability," you continue. jungwon smirks, nodding, urging you to go on.

you're about to speak when you feel jungwon's thumb press down on your sensitive nub. you cry out, the added sensation muddling your brain even further.

"go on," jungwon orders.

"b-but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to e-ndure it," you finish with a shaky breath.

"good job, angel," jungwon says, letting go of your face and leaning in to kiss you briefly on your forehead.

your head falls back against your pillow, your vision blurring as all you can feel is jungwon moving in and out of you. all you can think of is jungwon. all you ever need, right at this moment, is jungwon.

your brother. the man you love. the man you want to have all your babies with.

"so tight, so fucking tight," jungwon babbles, pushing your legs up so he can get a better angle. your lower half rises off the bed and jungwon fucks into you even harder, snapping his hips against your insides with a force that has you gripping onto your sheets for dear life.

jungwon continues on like this, sweat dripping down his forehead. any pain is gone now, replaced with a want, a need for some sort of release.

you don't know what compels you to talk, but you can't help the next words that come out of your mouth.

"p-please, jungwon. feels so good. w-wanna be a mommy, want it so bad. n-need it!"

jungwon seems to let himself go then, hips moving erratically, not caring if you're bent nearly in half, his grip on your thighs painful as his fingernails poke at your skin. it feels good, you think, your insides clenching and tingling at the sight of jungwon getting nearly animalistic with you.

it almost fills you with joy. knowing that he's only ever like this with you.

a few moments later, jungwon's hips start to stutter.

"gonna give you my babies, angel girl. i'm so close, so close to making you a mommy—fuck!"

the words from jungwon stop any coherent thought in your brain as a sort of euphoria takes over you, your whole body tightening up. jungwon completely stills, pressing himself in deeper. a warm feeling spreads from where he's sheathed inside you.

the two of you remain unmoving, panting as your minds catch up with your bodies. jungwon pulls out moments later, replacing his cock with his fingers. you protest weakly as jungwon moves his fingers shallowly in and out of you.

"i came so much, angel," jungwon says with a chuckle. he pulls his fingers out and shows you his fingers, coated with his milky white release.

"your belly's gonna be all swollen up in nine months, for sure," jungwon muses, pushing his fingers against your mouth. you part your lips hesitantly, licking at the saltiness.

"good girl," jungwon praises, pulling his hand away before kissing you sweetly.

"i love you," jungwon mumbles against your lips.

you hold his face steady, thumbs rubbing at his cheeks. you meld your lips together, the elation finally catching up to you.

there are no stained glass windows in your room, your body bare and void of pretty dresses, and the night is still and quiet.

it's still sunday. it's still your happy day.

"i love you, too," you say as you and jungwon share a smile.

[slytherindisaster]

HIMYM or How Andy Met Manon:

Chapter One: Hope Dies Last

This story is very unserious (until it isn't), some portrayals of canon characters might be exaggerated. Sorry not sorry. This is purely for fun.

Reid Van de Lune belongs to @kc-and-co, Mina Pendleton, who is briefly mentioned belongs to @lifeofkaze.

You can find all the chapters here.

The whole school was buzzing with excitement and rumours about the friendly visit from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools. It was announced a few days before that Hogwarts, once again, will be hosting representatives from both schools. The students were divided into the ones that couldn't wait for the visit and the ones that couldn't care less. Andy Adler represented the former, Hayden Jenkins - the latter. The breakfasts were starting to get really tough to get through with their different amounts of enthusiasm.

"You don't even know if she's going to be there." Hayden said, annoyed at his best friend.

"She is, I can feel it."

"You only saw her, like one time! She probably doesn't even remember you. You didn't even speak to her, I bet."

"Who doesn't remember him?"

Reid Van de Lune joined them, confused about what his friends were squabbling over this time.

"Some random french girl, Andy fantasies about since the last Beauxbatons visit. Three. Years. Ago."

"Her name was Manon!"

Haden brows furrowed. "How do you even know that?"

Andy's whole face melted into an adoring expression, and Hayden quickly regretted his question.

"The wind knocked off her hat in the Clock Tower Courtyard. I picked it up, and the name was embroidered on the inside."

"Don't tell me you kept the hat…"

"Of course not! I gave it back to her immediately. I looked into her eyes… Man, I wish her friends didn't start giggling and dragging her away with them."

"Woah," concluded Reid, "it's like, a scene from, like… a movie."

"Sure, if you're into psychological horror," Hayden scoffed.

Andy sighed, not giving up.

"Come on, don’t be like that! Help me out, I only need a few French lessons, and if she won't be there, it still couldn't hurt, right? Don't any of your fancy slytherin housemates know french?"

Hayden laughed almost honestly. "Maybe in the last century, they were fancy. Have you seen my roommates? Barnaby can barely handle English."

"Hayden."

"I mean, I guess Mina Pendleton, maybe?" He pointed at a blonde girl at the slytherin table, "But I'm not going to be the one talking to her."

"Why not?"

Hayden shuddered. "She intimidates me."

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE ALL OUT?!”

Virginia Scott’s angry voice carried through the Great Hall.

"Speaking of girls that are unapproachable…" Andy mumbled as their attention turned towards the end of their table.

“Exactly what I just said.” Jae Kim, the person her anger was directed at, didn't seem worried. “I’m out of all the firewhiskey, elder wine, in all honesty I don’t even have butterbeer at the moment.”

Gigi bit her tongue to avoid screaming at him again.

“And you’re only telling me this now?”

“You didn’t ask about anything specific when we talked last week. You know how fast these things sell around here.”

“I-“ she started but was immediately interrupted by the boy sitting next to her.

“So, how long would it take to execute our order?” asked Diego Caplan, pouring coffee into Gigi's cup in an attempt to calm her down.

“Depends.” he answered, looking suspiciously at the list laying on the table before him. “It’s a big order.”

Gigi sighed heavily and reached for her schoolbag in order to find her purse.

“Ever since you ripped me off on that divination chart you’ve become unbearable, Kim,” she said, handing him a couple of galleons.

Jae shrugged and shoved them into his pocket.

“I’ll talk to you soon.”

And with that he was gone.

"Dude, even since her and the hippie broke up she's been a walking nightmare."

"You mean more than usual?" Hayden chuckled. "No, you're right though, she's unbearable in normal circumstances, but this year is like if someone slipped the essence of insanity into her morning coffee."

"Duuude–" Reid almost choked on air, "what if there was like, a potion that would make you totally speak another language?"

"That would be… perfect actually!" Andy jumped up in his seat. "Is there one?"

Reid suddenly became very serious.

"Do I have an obsession with potions and a head full of blond hair?"

"No…?"

"Then how should I know, I'm not Penny Haywood."

Hayden tuned out their conversation as someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see two girls he vaguely recognised as fifth year slytherin students. They both were awfully giddy for a Monday morning.

"Sorry, you're Hayden Jenkins, right?"

"The one and only, how can I help you?"

"Well, we just wanted to say that we can't wait to see your band play at the party this Saturday."

"My… band?"

They nodded their heads energetically, and before he could ask more questions, they sprinted out of the Great Hall giggling.

He turned back to his friends completely dumbfounded.

"Snails," Reid said as if he just discovered a new spell.

"Reid that's… I mean it won't hurt to try, we should go anyway if we want to hit the greenhouse before the lessons start."

They gathered their things and stood up.

"Mate, you coming?"

"No, go ahead, I have to take care of something first."

"Suit yourself," Andy shrugged and they were already out of the door.

Hayden also didn't stay at his spot. He had business to take care of at the end of the table. He passed Diego Caplan on his way to the evil witch, and Hayden could swear the Hufflepuff mouthed "good luck" to him.

Virginia Scott was fixing her nails, seemingly unbothered, but Hayden knew her well enough to know that she was still angry about the encounter from before. Her feelings were the least of his concerns at the moment, though.

"Hayden, this is not the best time, darling," she said before he even spoke.

"Don't worry, I just have one little question for you."

She put down the nail file and looked up at him, raising her eyebrows as if she really wanted to hear it.

“Why am I finding out from some random fifth year that not only I have a band but also that I'm going to play with it at your party?”

“Oh, I actually wanted to talk to you about this. I need you to play at my party.”

“Gigi."

“Yes Hayden?”

“I don’t have a band.”

“I’m sure you can figure something out, darling.”

Hayden sighed, immediately regretting not going to the greenhouse with his friends. He could use a smoke right now, after all.

[psychomoxxie]

The Lame Brain Manipulation Game

I recently got a message from a new woman friend -- who's a long-time mutual friend of someone I've known since I was in my 20's -- regarding that last post I made about my recent debacle with the Cracker (i.e. the very odd person I was very briefly almost romantically entangled with -- or perhaps "ensnared" is the more appropriate term).

She pointed out that people like him are very masterful at being manipulative, and that I shouldn't feel responsible or bad about myself for being taken in, however briefly, by his wiles. Which of course is true. Except here's the thing; I thought I was too smart for that sort of thing. And I wasn't. Yes, yes -- the man was a literal genius, it is true. But, I'm no slouch myself, intellectually. A MASSIVE underachiever, yes, but in the ol' brain meats department, I'm certainly not lacking. Which is how we connected in the first place.

That's what I get for thinking I'm so goddamned smart...

So the question becomes, how and why did I get sucked in? Was it loneliness? AM I lonely for a relationship? I've always been quite content to be alone, and am almost always restless, discontented, and unsatisfied in romantic relationships (largely because of the sort of people I tend to attract, which as we've discussed tend to be variations on a theme, the theme being untreated mentally ill, deeply disturbed personality disordered abuser types like my mother); so I'm not really certain if that's the answer. I am leaning more towards boredom, and yes, a need for connection, as well...which blinded me from some of the red flags that came up. And they did indeed come up.

Fortunately, I am not emotionally hurt by this debacle, which tells me my so called "emotional connection" I was so convinced I had was just as much of a confection as he was. Which is interesting. I didn't shed a single tear, or feel even a twinge of loss, which rather surprised me. What I DID feel was mortified, embarrassed, and disgusted with myself.

When will I learn?

Why did I even bother? You'd think that after 8 years of being happily single, with the exception of a nice, fun poly situation that was undemanding and pleasant until things fizzled out without explanation (THAT actually smarted a bit), and a sexual encounter that was predictably unsatisfying, then an assault, which was my last experience before this whole debacle, that I would understand certain things about myself -- or rather ONE very basic thing;

I do not do well in traditional relationships. My radar, when it comes to men in particular, is completely and irrevocably broken.

Ok, that's two things.

I really, really need to stop myself when I am attracted to a guy, for ANY reason. My former housemate Clara yesterday told me, that when it comes to me, I need to do the exact opposite of what my instincts tell me to do. I'm not sure this is accurate, but I get what she's saying. I think I need to do the opposite of what my ATTRACTIONS lead me towards. Because my INSTINCTS, once I met this guy in person, told me to run, after about the first twenty minutes. But I ignored them, because it just didn't make sense, after the months of amazing conversations we'd had.

But, my instincts turned out to be right.

And, if I look back, there were flags even early on in the conversations I overlooked, because let's face it, I'm far from perfect myself, and we all need to make compromises, right?

The problem with people like me, who were raised by seriously fucked up mothers with serious unmedicated, untreated mental illness like bipolar and schizoaffective disorder, and personality disorders like NPD, ASPD, BPD, etc, we learn to NOT trust our gut feelings, because we are gaslit constantly, in the actual, true sense of the word, all the time. The upside is that when the Cracker tried to pull that with me, I was able to spot it, and I called him on it, which made him lose his cool (always a sure sign that you've got them). It's impossible to gaslight me, because I can see it from a mile off.

But as for the other stuff, the learning to trust my gut instincts...well, clearly I still have a long, long way to go with that. Although, to be fair, this time it took me a lot less time, a lot less investment than the last go-round. The last time, I moved in with the guy and lost 3 years of my life and ended up in the hospital.

So, I guess you can call this progress.

I also just really think I need to accept that I cannot do relationships. And this, I will admit, makes me a bit sad, on some level. Because I would like to think that even someone like me could find someone that makes sense. Who would treat me well, and not use the things I've opened up about like a weapon against me, or try to manipulate me, or to gaslight me, or all the rest of it. But, with my shitty health being what it is, I simply can't risk it anymore. It's literally too bloody dangerous for me to take that chance, now.

Choose the wrong person, and it could actually harm me. I learned that the hard way in my last serious relationship. And I just can't take that chance, I can't allow myself to be put in that situation, anymore. Because I just don't seem to have the proper tools to be able to navigate a healthy relationship. Which is kind of seriously fucked up. But, it's not entirely on me. I was raised by a wildly sick, abusive, fucked up mother. I've been fighting against the damage she did to me my entire life, and really, I've made a lot of progress.

But ultimately, I simply don't know how to choose a good mate. And I don't think I'll live long enough to get where I'm at the point to ever learn how to do so. Realistically, at my age, it just doesn't seem feasible at this stage. And I have to be OK with that.

I think I am OK with that. I've always been autonomous, independent, and even a bit of a loner, and maybe that is partially what's informing my choices, too. Maybe, deep down, I don't WANT to be in a traditional relationship...?

Wherever the true answer lies, I need to start to learn to trust my gut, really truly trust it, even when it's inconvenient, even when I don't want to, even when the rest of me is screaming against it. Because it is never wrong. It's the desires that are wrong, the intellectualizing and the need for connection that leads me to wrong choices, not my deep down gut instincts.

And THAT'S the truth.

[blueberrymistruster]

Loneliness

I try to consolidate with the idea of loneliness. It is my final week of university and all of my housemates have gone home; my parents are unable to collect me for another week. I am perfectly happy in my own company; I read, I watch TV, I go on walks, I play with my hamster, I tap through endless games of online sudoku. Writing it down on paper, it all seems awfully banal but I can’t help but wonder what else there is to do? Create something perhaps? Not everyone is a creator though, and, as I said, I am more than content with the small life I am living through my books.

I recently read Mitch Albom’s ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’ and I was drawn to the segment in which Morrie advises that you acknowledge a feeling, truly feel it, and then detach, stop wallowing in it and make room for all the other emotions. I suppose that it what I am doing here.

I feel lonely.

The house is quiet. Only one of my housemates remains, a girl who I have truly never had a real connection with. We lived together in first year, and again in my final year, but somehow something never quite clicked and even three years into knowing her, I find myself struggling to think of things to say to her which might lead to a conversation. I loved all the rest of my housemates – six others – and I realise that I don’t even feel guilt for not considering her as company. If anything, she is an obstruction, the flaw in my fantasy that I might live in this large house alone by choice.

I have a couple of friends and acquaintances I could see, and of course I call all my friends on a ceaseless rota, but I know it is not the lack of human contact which I miss, but the atmosphere of a house alive. Shouts up the stairs, constant overlap of music played on speakers and guitars, the smell of tuna pasta and curry and bacon being cooked simultaneously, feet thudding on the stairs while I try to work out who is heading up to the bathroom and if they will be long in the shower.

Perhaps it is not true loneliness I feel, but dread. When I go home, my parents and sister have their own lives. Here, our lives are intermingled; we are wrapped up in one another. I am understood here. So I suppose this silence is an introduction to the next few months of my life.

I plan to travel over Christmas: pack up my essentials into a backpack, fly to Indonesia for a month, then meeting my best friend in Sydney for a while, before I head off to explore the east coast on my own. Initially, the idea was borne of having nothing better to do. My post-grad options are essentially getting a 9-to-5 in some low-paying uninspirational job or travelling round the world. Which would you rather do?

As the idea has solidified in my head, (and the recently prescribed anti-depressants started to kick in), a genuine excitement has grown. I have spent happy hours flicking through Lonely Planet guides, reading travel blogs, watching Tiktoks of beautiful beaches and sunsets. I travelled through South-East Asia last summer with a few friends; it was one of the happiest periods of my life. At the very end, I went off on my own for a couple of weeks, mostly due to the fact that everyone else had prior commitments at home and I was reluctant to surrender the lifestyle of true freedom I had become accustomed to. I had met some amazing people while I was there and I was eager to taste solo travel for myself, so I picked Borneo at random and two days later, I was there. I had not considered that few backpackers of my age – or indeed, few backpackers in general – ventured to the Kinabatangan region, and while I experienced some of the most beautiful and eye-opening geography of the trip, I also experienced my first taste of real, blood-deep loneliness.

I find myself worrying that I won’t make connections while travelling, though I know that the very nature of solo-travel is about meeting people and living out perfect, fantastical friendships in paradise that end before they can sour.

I think about my backpack. Last summer, I never needed anything that I couldn’t carry on my shoulders, albeit with some backpain, but my room is cluttered with the colourful treasures of two years of living here, and I feel the weight of impending dread at boxing up my beautiful life here and leaving my bedroom as cold and empty as the rest of this silent house.

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Getting married to Bunty would involve...

Bunty Windermere x reader. Meant to be a sequel to my fic Sweet Serenade (part 1 - part 2) but can be read in any case.

*****

👰 You and Bunty have been together for five years; she moved from the presbytery to share your apartment, and your relationship couldn’t be more solid and affectionate. Both of you can’t imagine your lives if not side by side, and are faithful and supportive towards each other.

👰 You start thinking about formalising your and your partner’s commitment to each other when you and Bunty are invited to the wedding of a (female) friend of yours and her (male) fiancé. A few days later, as you stroll together on the outskirts of the village enjoying the quiet of the newly-arrived summer night, you breach the subject with your partner. “Say, what about we get married?”

👰 At first -and even at second- Bunty thinks you are joking, and you can’t blame her for it. Being both women, you know well marriage, both civil and religious, is not something you could ever realistically aspire to, since both the law and the scriptures don’t contemplate and recognise same-sex unions. Factually, your situation is not so different from any married couple: you cohabit, share expenses and housework, take care of each other when one of the two is sick, eat your meals at the same table (you cook, she sets the table and cleans up) and sleep in the same bed. Your love can’t be officialized by authorities of any kind, but in the end, you both know how lucky you are to have Met each other, and are happy with what you have.

👰 You really are; still, the more you think about it, the more convinced you feel. “I’m not joking. I know we can’t go to the village hall and request a marriage certificate, and neither grab a couple of witnesses and ask Father Brown to say a few words.” you admit “And I know many people here in the village insist on calling us a couple of very dear friends or housemates; and I don’t care. It could be just… a way to express our love for each other, like couples do on their anniversaries or to renew their vows. We could ask Father Brown for a blessing, exchange rings, and share a meal with our friends to celebrate together.”

👰 Bunty reflects on it for a while, pensive as she walks unhurriedly towards the home you now share, her fingers intertwined with yours. “So it wouldn’t actually change anything; you want it to be a way to say how important we are for each other to the friends we trust the most, which means maybe ten people in total, and make a day of it?” she asks, and you nod, a bit disappointed by her apparent lack of enthusiasm. “What do you think?” you ask, ready to receive a refusal; you know Bunty loves you, and you don’t need any celebration or formal occasion to know you have chosen each other and want to remain together forever, but the idea of a wedding, no matter how informal and non-binding, had grown on you…

👰 You are walking past St Mary’s church, the street empty but for you. Bunty stops and turns to take both of your hands in hers; the sky above is full of stars, but none of them shines as bright as her eyes as she regards you, her smile full of love and joy. “I think I’ll not answer until you ask me properly, even if you don’t have a ring yet.” she declares in mock-seriousness, and you sigh, relieved and excited, as you kneel, the words of the impromptu proposal spontaneously leaving your lips. “Penelope Windermere, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” “Yes! Yes, of course I will!”

👰 The kiss you exchange that night is the sweetest of your life, full of promises and shared hope; on the next day, the preparations for your wedding officially begin. 

👰 The first people you tell are obviously your friends at the parish; Father Brown’s reaction is one of rejoicing, and he hugs both of you as a real father would, offering his deepest congratulations. Mrs McCarthy’s response is slow to come, simply because the parish secretary is so overcome with emotion she cannot speak. At first she didn’t quite know what to think about a romantic and physical relationship between two women, no matter how much she liked and respected both you and Bunty, but after seeing how happy the two of you make each other and how close you are she has always been your biggest supporter, acting as peacemaker during your rare fights and even reprimanding your most vocal detractors. Knowing you have decided to tie the knot makes her prouder than to see her own granddaughters do the same. 

👰 The wedding date is quickly set; the only invitees will be your dearest friends, including sergeant Goodfellow and your assistant Maksym (by now an handsome young man, an hard worker who next year will leave Kembleford to study at a nearby college, having won a prestigious scholarship) and lady Felicia, who will come especially for the occasion. She’ll be the only representative of both of your families, since you have no close relatives after the loss of your parents and Bunty is unfortunately still on non-speaking terms with hers. 

👰 You obviously cannot get married with a regular Catholic rite, but Father Brown offers to administer an especially written blessing. You will then celebrate at the Sweet Serenade ice-cream parlour, your pride and joy that has been a booming success since its first opening, with a small reception; mrs McCarthy has promised to prepare her famous strawberry scones and there will of course be ice-cream for everyone. 

👰 A few days before the wedding you and Bunty visit a local solicitor and have her draft a document you both sign, formally recognizing each other as your sole heir and next of kin, which gives each of you power of attorney in case the other falls ill, is incapacitated or -in a million years- passes away. Bunty, who has always had a robust health, is relieved it won’t be her parents who make choices for her, since she wouldn’t put past them to euthanize her for a low-grade fever, and you are relieved the house of your parents, where you have grown up, and your beloved ice-cream parlour will be in safe hands should you be unable to take care of them. 

👰 You sign the document first, writing (name) (last name)-Windermere without a moment of hesitation; seeing it, Bunty has to choke back tears, and happily sign with the double surname as well. 

👰 Later that day, you take Bunty’s car to a larger town to go ring shopping; your choice falls on a pair of simple bands of gold with a small gem of a colour you choose for each other on top, as a compromise since the decision to marry as soon as possible has made engagement rings unnecessary, and that you have engraved with your names - in your partner’s case obviously Bunty and not Penelope. The shop’s owner, at first incredulous that two women are buying what are essentially wedding rings, treats you with cold courtesy and doesn’t hide his contempt for your lifestyle choices, but the sales assistant who serves you is much kinder, offering to have the rings delivered to your home free of charge. In the eyes of that woman you don’t know and will probably never meet again you see understanding, and even kindness; moments like this are what give you hope for the future.

👰 You have no other task to carry out, since you are already living together and nothing will change in your lives after the wedding, but nonetheless you feel a new chapter is beginning for the two of you, a new stage of your future, and you can’t wait to see what it will bring. 

👰 Lady Felicia has obviously been informed of the event by telephone, and arrives in Kembleford the day before the wedding; when you and Bunty meet her at the station, the woman who is by now also an aunt for you and who cares for you just like she does for her own niece hugs both tightly, whispering how proud and happy she is you decided to take the plunge. 

👰 You don’t have an hen party, but you decide to spend your last night as unmarried women separately, like all engaged couples do, so Bunty takes her things and moves to Montague Manor. You kiss passionately before she leaves, both excited at the thought that the next time you see each other will be at the altar.

👰 You force yourself to go to bed early, reassured after a last check everything has been prepared or discussed so that it will be ready for the ceremony. Slanderers -like the quite a few residents of Kembleford who still look at you and your partner with reproach as you walk hand in hand around the village and buy each other flowers for Valentine’s day- would say this is all nonsense, that the ceremony you will take part in tomorrow is nothing more than children playing knights or wizards, an elaborate farce that will have no legal meaning; you don’t care, because you have long learnt to live your life according to your own feelings and thoughts, without being influenced by people who clearly care nothing for you. Being able to call Bunty your wife officially, legally, would be amazing, a dream, but both you and your partner know that legal recognition and social acceptance are secondary… what matters the most are your feelings, your loyalty and devotion to each other, for better or worse, and that you know in your house will never be lacking.  

👰 You both decided you would wear white as is normal for brides. Your mother’s old wedding dress unfortunately doesn’t fit you, but you wear her veil; Bunty’s dress is new, bought with the money she had put aside for a gift for you - which this is, after all. 

👰 You reach St Mary’s separately, Bunty with her car and you with the one Felicia has sent to pick you up. Your friends have decorated the church with flowers and white tulle, like it is common for weddings - a thoughtful gesture that fills your heart with joy and gratitude. At the entrance Maksym gives you two small but lovely bouquets of flowers he has bought at the village, and when you find yourself face to face in front of the altar, emotion fills both you and Bunty’s heart. Your friends fill the church’s (first two) pews, happy and proud to witness such an important moment, but you and your partner only have eyes for each other, almost incredulous you are really doing it, and each humbled by the fact the other has accepted to put their happiness in your hands. “Part of me feared you had changed your mind.” you whisper shyly, and Bunty smiles. “Well, I did plan on arriving fashionably late, like many brides do, but I was too excited to see you.”

👰 Father Brown invites you to kneel in front of him, and pronounces a brief but heart-felt speech, describing the depth of the love between you and Bunty, and praising the courage with which you have now for years supported and protected each other in the face of adversities and harassers. You both bow your heads as he blesses you, then mrs McCarthy passes you the rings; you put Bunty’s on her left ring finger, and she does the same with yours as you exchange your vows: your partner’s voice is firm but full of joy, while yours trembles a bit; usually it is invitees who cry at the weddings, but in your case it is one of the brides. 

👰 “I, (name), take you, Bunty, as my wife; I promise to stand by your side, to protect you when you are in danger and to dry your tears when you are sad; in joy and pain, at our best and worst, in sickness and in health, I pledge I will never leave you alone. This is my solemn vow; I don’t know what the future may hold for us, but I know we will face it together.”

👰 “I, Bunty, take you, (name), as my wife. I promise to always share my thoughts with you, and to treat you with trust, respect, and kindness; what I have is yours, and what I am is yours as well. I will be faithful to you and to the future we want to build together. I have been fortunate enough to deserve your love in this life, and I hope I will do it again in the next.” 

👰 A loud cheering meets the end of the ceremony, and the kiss you and Bunty exchange. “Hello, wife.” you both say at the same time, and laugh, and then you leave the church hand in hand, surrounded by congratulations and a shower of rice thrown by your friends. Your heart is soaring; a month ago this was just a thought, a fantasy you weren’t even sure you would share with Bunty, and now it’s all real, you are married! You can’t stop kissing her, and your wife is radiant as you both receive the congratulations of your friends, one of her hands still firmly holding yours.

👰 Soon the whole party moves to the ice-cream parlour, where mrs McCarthy has helped you prepare a delicious wedding feast; the parish secretary hugs Bunty, telling her how proud and happy for both of you she feels, while you thank Father Brown, who really went above and beyond what you had asked him. “I hope this will not cause you any problem at the Diocese, Father; nor with...” you mention, eloquently pointing upwards with your finger, and your old friend smiles, simply explaining that while he would rather the Bishop remain oblivious what you have done today, he is confident God will not blame him for helping two of His children formalise their love and feel accepted in their community. 

👰 Bunty’s parents know about the ceremony, since her father overheard Felicia discuss the wedding cake and the honeymoon destination over the phone with mrs McCarthy. Your wife can’t help herself and asks her aunt how they reacted, or if they sent her a symbolic gift or at least their felicitations, and Felicia, sorely tempted to lie in order not to sadden her niece on such a happy day, is forced to shake her head and admit her brother and sister-in-law’s opinion on their daughter’s choices have not changed after five years. Bunty did not expect differently, but her eyes fill with tears, having hoped against hope her parents would break their self-imposed silence to congratulate her, or at least acknowledge what is after all one of the most important moments in a person’s -a daughter’s!- life. It’s not like you to be so naive, Penelope, she mentally chides herself, and then fortunately you arrive to take her hand for your first dance as married women, distracting her from any melancholic thought.

👰 The song for your first dance is Love me tender, courtesy of your old gramophone; Tell me you are mine, I’ll be yours through all the years, Elvis sings, and as you and Bunty hold each other slowly circling around the room, you think the King is perfectly expressing your feelings as well as his, and that the intensity with which Bunty is now part of you is almost scary, because no person should have such an influence on another. But this is what it means to be in love, perhaps, and while you can’t speak for the rest of the world you at least know you have nothing to worry about, because your wife is aware of how in love with and devoted to her you are, and will always cherish the feelings you have entrusted her with. 

👰 At the end of the delicious banquet, and many toasts raised to your and your bride’s health and future happiness, your guests insist on helping clean up and leave you alone. Felicia lingers a little longer than the others, and waits to be alone with the two of you to reveal she has arranged for a special gift to celebrate your big day: two train tickets to no less than Paris!! You will be staying at the apartment of an old friend of hers, a kind and trustworthy woman who will house you for a whole week free of charge. It is way better than the honeymoon you and your wife had decided on and could afford -a weekend in Bath- and you both scream in glee, hugging Felicia and thanking her repeatedly. 

👰 In the end you and your wife leave the ice-cream parlour as well, and take your time returning home, hand in hand. “Does it feel different?” Bunty asks after a while, and having reflected on the matter for a moment you admit nothing substantial has changed between the two of you, since your feelings were already as deep and intense as they could be, and the ceremony has unfortunately no legal value. “But I’m happy we have done it.” you add, squeezing her hand and glancing down to admire the matching rings you now wear “I don’t know how to explain it… it feels right. Rightful, even, to tell the world we are in for the long run, even though many people will never accept it.” “I agree.” Bunty whispers, and then smiles, stopping under the branches of a great tree to kiss you “Even though I don’t really care about people; all that matters is that we know.” 

👰 You bring your bouquet on your parents’ grave, aware that while they have passed when you were still a young girl, they would have approved of you and your wife together. Bunty has gifted hers to mrs McCarthy, who is being courted by a man of the village, in hopes it brings her luck.  

👰 You spend your wedding night as you should - making love, and putting to use the gifts you have both bought: new lingerie and a certain toy ordered in a very discreet shop in London. In the end, as you rest in each other’s arms, naked and blissfully happy, Bunty rests her cheek on your shoulder. “Do you think one day we will be able to really do it?” she asks in a whisper “That in the future, in fifty or a hundred years, women will be actually allowed to get married?” 

👰 You reflect on the matter for a while as you play with your wife’s hair, her legs intertwined with yours. “Perhaps; I mean, new things happen every day.” you point out in the end “People in other countries are fighting to allow couples of different races to marry; our situation could improve as well… even though you and I may not be there to see it.” “I know; still, I hope it will happen; I hope that one day, people will see there is not really a difference between loving a person of the same sex as you, or the opposite one; that love is love, and no one has the right to tell you who you can spend your life with… or to treat you differently because of it.”

👰 You know Bunty is thinking about her parents, her relationship with which never recovered after she told them she was dating you; she has always known she had made the right choice, but at the same time she wishes she didn’t have to choose, because she does love and miss them. Bunty has told you more than once you have nothing to blame yourself or to feel guilty for, even though her life would have been much easier, and her relationship with her family much closer, had she never fallen in love with you, and you mostly don’t; but you’ll never stop feeling a burning sense of injustice for the young, brave woman who paid such a high price for the privilege of sharing her life with you.

👰 “Well, I can only speak for myself, but I can promise you, I will never treat you differently from now.” you whisper in the end, turning to your side to hold your wife in your arms; she has never been more beautiful than now, when the moonlight filtering through the windows shines on her fair complexion and raven hair; she has never been more beautiful than now that she is yours, just like you are hers “I will always love and cherish you like I do today; I swear on my life. I love you so much, Bunty…”

👰 She smiles, because how could she not, when her wife is with her? “I love you too, (name).” she whispers before kissing you once more “And I swear I will love you forever.”

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Best Friends Forever, right?

There’s no denying the instantaneous click, the spark of compatibility that was felt by William and Lucas when they first met back when they moved in together a year ago. Their first few conversations were devoid of awkwardness, almost as if they’ve known each other for years when it’s only been a few days. What followed after was an incredible, fulfilling friendship and months of joyous laughter and shared memories.

They often commemorated those memories, snapping pictures of themselves together whenever they could under Lucas’ request, who oftentimes was side-hugged by the bearded William in them, trying to make the most of his short-lived moments with Lucas.

You see, William had become his housemate temporarily as he searched for the ideal place to live, which admittedly was far, far away geographically from the location he met Lucas in. Their friendship had an expiration date from the get-go, and while William hoped he wouldn’t entirely lose contact of Lucas even after moving out, he’d still have to deal with the repercussions of being far away from him.

And today was that day.

William had everything packed and ready to go, standing at the edge of the doorway with his plentiful of boxes behind. “Damn, I knew this day was coming yet it feels faster than it should’ve.” William said, “I wish I could’ve stayed longer with you buddy.”

“Then you’ll like the surprise I prepared for you.” Lucas replied.

“You had a surprise prepared? And I thought you weren’t good at hiding surprises.”

“Trust me, this one I did my best to hide. Think of it as a parting gift of sorts. You just need to close your eyes for me for a moment.”

William was curious. If it’s a surprise Lucas managed to hide that well it’s a surprise worth hiding, he thought, and so his eyes closed, anticipating the gift with excitement, when suddenly he felt something slick and warm rapidly surrounding him, and a vice-like grip grasping his arms. He instinctively opened his eyes in shock, and through the little light that made it he could see the inside of a mouth. Lucas’s mouth.

“Lucas, what the fuck?” Is all William could say before his head was gulped down his friend’s tight esophagus. He tried to struggle and push himself away with his hands, but Lucas had a tight grip on them, he never realized how much stronger his friend physically was.

Whenever William tried to speak, all that would come out are a few muffled sounds as the meat of his friend’s throat hugged his face tightly, making a distinct bulge on the outside. He felt himself slide down deeper with each gulp that followed, more of his body being satisfactorily tasted by his friend’s tongue who took his sweet time savoring every inch, moaning and murmuring at how delicious and euphoric it felt.

Soon enough only the last of William remained on the outside, Lucas simply lifted his head up and let his former friend slide down with the aid of gravity, his stomach starting to bulge out even farther. Wiliam’s toes slowly slid past Lucas’ teeth, and once they did he snapped his mouth shut, taking the final gulp that would seal his friend in a chamber of unavoidable torture.

“Ahhh,” Lucas’ took a deep breath as William’s body fully adjusted to the tight space that is his stomach. “BOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPPP!” before letting out a large burp that would purge most of it.

“Welcome to your new home, William.” Lucas gave his belly a smack, “I know it’s not what you’ve been looking for in the past year, but hey, that’s what makes it a surprise.”

“New home? This isn’t some kind of sick joke?” William was frightened, after being overpowered he hoped it was a sick prank and nothing more.

“You know how I’m like when I’m serious. You moved out while moving in me, couldn’t ask for anything better eh?” He let out another burp, making sure to re-swallow some air for the trapped prey.

“Lucas, let me out! I don’t want to be in here!”

“Why not? It’s only temporary. And plus, food doesn’t get to order me around. Remember, you’re in me. I own you now.”

“Temporary? Own me?! Lucas, what happened to you?!” William was baffled at how Lucas’ demeanor seemed to have changed, this wasn’t the friend he knew at all.

“Temporary because I’m going to digest ya. Sorry if you haven’t figured that out already buddy, but that’s what happens to food.” He laughed. “And nothing happened. I’ve had this planned from the get-go. I always saw you as food first before a friend.”

“You mean to tell me eveyrthing we’ve shared meant nothing to you?!” William retorted, struggling in Lucas’ belly but never managing to move much due to how tight it was around him.

“Oh, it did. It meant that your final moments would be much more satisfying. The only way for me to enjoy fully consuming someone is knowing who they are as a person beforehand, to know everything that they are before I reduce them to nothing but food. Strip all of what made them what they are. And then, after you’re long gone, I can look back at the pictures we shared.” Lucas flexed his stomach.

“You were important to me!” William shouted, “I saw you as one of the best people I’ve ever met!”

“You were important to me too. Just not in the same way.” Lucas laughed, continuing to flex his abs which made the space William was in much, much tighter. Crushingly tight. William’s body was forced into an uncomfortable position where his words came out muffled.

What followed after was hours upon hours of agonizing digestion for William. The more minutes his body spent marinating in acids, the weaker he became. His skin turned red and bruised, his muscles torn apart and he couldn’t barely move, and the pain caused him to scream and shout non-stop, even after his vocal cords had been damaged. Lucas didn’t aid in relieving that at all. He wanted to hear his pain and to witness his final moments for as long as he could. Constantly teasing the man inside of him about his inevitable fate that was decided the moment they first met.

Lucas felt him grew weaker and weaker, and knew his final moments were coming. He started flexing, causing another bout of pain for his unfortunate prey. “You always said we were best friends forever, right?” Lucas said, teasing William that he has now essentially become part of him, and flexed even harder, hearing the snapping of bones and a last round of pained screams before he fully died down.

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Friends - jjk

pairing: gryffindor!jjk x f. slytherin!reader

synopsis: Where you and Jeon Jungkook have been best friends since you were little. Only... there's 2 problems...

1. You're completely and utterly in love with your best friend.

2. He's a fuckboy.

genre: fluff, some angst, f2l, idiots to lovers (kinda LOL)

warning(s): mature language, kissing

word count: 6k

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notes: SURPRISEEEE!!!! Here is, yet again, another little hogwarts drabble, by yours trulyyyy. thought this was cute, it's a little angsty lol, low-key kinda hurt my heart.

buuuuut, I hope you guys enjoy it! let me know what ya think!!! reblog, like, comment, I welcome it all! Until next times, lovers (:

Jeon Jungkook.

Everyone loved him. Girls wanted to be with him, boys wanted to be him, professors even envied his brilliance. Point is, everyone knows him or knows of him.

He’s also your best friend.

It’s weird, really. You being in Slytherin and him belonging to Gryffindor, no one really expected you two to get along so well, but you did. You two had been best friends since before Hogwarts, actually. You grew up together because both of your parents had been friends for a long time. Both of your mothers were from Ravenclaw, with your father being in Slytherin and Jungkook’s dad was in Gryffindor. However, the different houses never stopped them from becoming friends. So, it was not surprise to them when you two continued your friendship, even in separate houses.

When you had first been sorted into Slytherin, Jungkook smiled and gave you a thumbs up, while you took your seat at your new house. Unfortunately, that smile faded when the hat had announced that Jungkook was being sorted into Gryffindor. It wasn’t a surprise that he’d be placed there, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t hoped that he’d be sorted in Slytherin too. He was your best friend after all, you both have been inseparable since practically birth! But you had to get used to it. The house placements are definite once they’re made.

“Jagi!”

You turned around from your group of friends, to catch a glimpse of those doe eyes you adored so much. Smiling, you waved.

“Hey, Kook!”

Jungkook was running towards you with Taehyung, a very sweet Hufflepuff whom you met through Kook, trailing behind him. Taehyung was a bit shy at first when Kook introduced you two. You remembered how he threw you a boxy smile and a small wave that made your heart swell with how cute he was. Tae’s shyness soon melted away the minute you had offered to walk with him to your first class together: Transfiguration; your two houses were slotted together and you figured you’d walk with him there. You learned a lot about Taehyung just from that walk! Both his parents were Aurors and worked at the Ministry. He shared his favorite color, what he liked doing in his free time, he even shared with you his favorite snacks he likes to get from Honeydukes. Needless to say, he was much more like you than you thought, so the two of you became really close, along with Kook.

“The ball is coming up; do you have a date?”

You didn’t think that this is what Jungkook was so excited about. Hogwarts hosted these balls every so often, and maybe this was the year Jungkook would finally ask you.

“Who would ask me?” You laughed to yourself while your friends waved goodbye to you, and you turned around with your full attention on the two handsome boys.

“You really should give yourself more credit, Y/n.” Taehyung scoffed running a hand through his hair, “You’re just intimidating.”

It was your turn to scoff, “I am not, if anything, I’m the most approachable Slytherin there is.”

“Actually,” You felt an arm wrap around you, “I am the most approachable Slytherin.” You peered up to see your housemate, and another one of your best friends, Park Jimin, grinning down at you. Shoving him off of you, you glared huffing out whatever.

“Shut up, Chim.” You glared before looking back at Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’m just saying, Y/n,” Jimin shrugged, “you’ve got one of the worst resting bitch faces that I have ever seen.” The three boys snickered, while you rolled your eyes.

“Didn’t know this was a roast Y/n kinda day.” You hissed, “but to answer your question, Jeon,” You turned your head to look at him, “I don’t have a date.”

“Bummer.” He whispered, “Me neither, I’m thinking about asking that one chick in DADA.” Your heart sinks, guess not this year… don’t know why you keep getting your hopes up for something that’ll never happen.

“Aria?” Jimin smirked, “Good choice, she’s cute.” Jungkook smiled widely.

“Isn’t she though?” He swooned, “She’s the sweetest girl ever AND she’s smart, beautiful… Really my type.” You caught sight of Taehyung’s eyes as he frowned at you. You kept your face neutral, but it took everything in you not to frown yourself.

In 4th year, you had attended your first drinking party in the Slytherin common room. So, of course you had invited Kook and Tae, along with their other friends Jin; a loud Gryffindor who had the funniest dad jokes anyone has ever heard, no doubt that they were lame, but they could still make anyone laugh. Hoseok; a quiet puff, but also super funny, his smile and his laugh could light up a room in a heartbeat. And Namjoon; probably the smartest person you had ever met in your life, he was way too wise, way beyond his age for sure, but could you expect any less from a Ravenclaw?

Anyways, this was the first party you had been to where there was drinking. It was a lot of fun, up until you witnessed Jungkook making out with another 4th year Gryffindor in the corner of the room. Taehyung had been by your side the whole night, witnessed your eyes well up in frustration, the change in your mood, and he was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. That night was the night you had finally figured out that you really, and I mean, really liked Jungkook.

It was your typical best friends to lovers scenario. Your parents loved him, his parents loved you, what could be more perfect? Except, he didn’t feel the same way about you.

That night Taehyung had rubbed your back and wiped away your tears. He suggested you tell Jungkook about how you felt, but you didn’t want to make it awkward or jeopardize your friendship, so you did your best to push away those feelings.

Obviously, that was easier said than done. You had continued to go to the same parties as the rest of the boys, and every time it’d be the same thing; Jungkook finding someone new to make out with, sometimes even leaving with them for the night. And every single time, your heart would ache a little more than the last. Taehyung couldn’t bare to see you hurting, but what frustrated him more was how stubborn you were; you could’ve told Jungkook, but you chose not to, but it wasn’t his place to tell you what to do. So, he’d let you sulk at the party, but then the next day you acted as if you didn’t just lose a piece of your heart the night before… Taehyung knew you were strong, he trusted you, but he couldn’t help but worry about you; you were like a little sister to him, so seeing you cry over a boy who couldn’t even tell that his own best friend is in love with him… Well, for Taehyung that was like a stab in the heart.

Apart from Taehyung knowing your crush on Jungkook, Yoongi; an older Slytherin boy, who was friends with Jin and Namjoon, knew. He had seen you the very first night you had witnessed Kook and the Gryffindor girl making out. When the party had cleared, and Jimin went to bed, he stayed in the common room with you to talk about it. Ever since then, you and Yoongi were pretty close too. He comforted you when Taehyung couldn’t sneak into the dorms—which was way easier for you to sneak into the Slytherin boy’s dormitory than having Taehyung sneak out of the Hufflepuff dorms and to the Slytherin chambers.

“Y/n?”

You snapped out of your flashbacks and stared at Jungkook who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm?” You hummed.

“Are you coming to the Gryffindor party tonight?” You shrugged, “Come on! Could you be my wing woman? I think Aria is gonna be there and—”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung snarled before whacking the younger boy on the back of the head, “Don’t ask Y/n to do your bidding.” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head, groaning.

“What the hell, Hyung! I was just going to ask her to send Aria my way and put in a good word for me.” You let out a breath, shoulders slumping.

“Sorry, Kook,” Your voice was hoarse, “I’m not really feeling well. Maybe some other time.” You sucked in your cheek, shrugging your bag further up your arm and turning around, “Good luck, she’s a lucky girl!” You gave a small smile and trudged your way back into the castle.

* * *

You had been hiding up in the owlery since your 4th period ended. You had been petting Athena, your baby snowy owl, for hours while you were finishing up an essay for Potions. No one really knew you came up to the owlery, so it was technically your little get away from everyone. And you just didn’t want to see Jungkook because you knew he’d try and guilt trip you into coming to the party tonight since this is the first time you’re actually missing a party with him. However, you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle seeing him and his hookups any longer, 3 years of witnessing that was long enough, wasn’t it?

Athena’s big eyes peered up at you, as if feeling your sadness, she cuddled closer to you and nipping at your fingertips gently.

“Figured we’d find you here.” You looked up to see Taehyung and Yoongi entering the owlery.

“How’d you know where I’d be?” You mumbled while Athena flew up onto your shoulder. Taehyung slid his hand in his robes and pulled out an old looking parchment paper and winked. You wrinkled your nose.

“You guys still have that?”

“’Course we do,” Yoongi said taking a seat next to you, “Now, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, little one?” Taehyung plopped down on your other side, Athena hopping off of your shoulder and perched herself on Tae’s. Taehyung winces at her talons digging into his shoulder, but he relaxes as your owl retracts them.

You sighed, “What else?” Yoongi bent over to look towards Taehyung.

“Kook asked Y/n to be his wingman for Aria.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “The shit I said to him after she left.” Taehyung shook his head. Your eyes widened.

“What did you say?” You asked, your voice laced with worry.

“Whoa, relax, jagi,” Taehyung said lifting his arms up in surrender, “I just told him that, that’s not something you ask your girl best friend.” Yoongi nodded.

“Yeah, that was stupid. That kid’s as dense as a fucking troll.” Yoongi huffed cracking his neck, “Fucking lucky I wasn’t there, I’d punch him square in the face.”

“Okay,” You huffed, “no need to kill him, Yoongs. He doesn’t know how I feel about him.” Yoongi clicked his tongue.

“You know,” He turned to you, “for a proud ass Slytherin, you’re such a scaredy cat.” You groaned loudly.

“Forgive me for not wanting to ruin an 18-year long friendship.” Scribbling the last bit of your essay, you shut your notebook and tucked your quill back inside your bag, curling up next to Yoongi who wrapped an arm around you.

“Would it really ruin it, though?” Taehyung asked while he leaned against you, “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Aish—Taehyung you’re just as stupid as Jeon.” Yoongi grumbled, flicking the younger one in the head, causing him to cower.

“A lot can go wrong, Tae.” You whispered, “Kook could reject me, he could ignore me, he could stop talking to me… The list can go on.” Sighing you propped yourself up, Yoongi’s arm dropping from your shoulder.

“But what if the feelings are mutual?” Taehyung probed, “There’s still those possibilities; what if he really likes you but is thinking the same way you are? What if all those girls are just cover ups so you’d come clean and tell him you’re jealous because you’re in love with him?”

“Right,” You puffed, “because making out with many girls and leaving with them by the end of the night is a total cover up.” You smacked the back of Tae’s head with some force, “Are you even listening to yourself, Taehyung?”

Taehyung glared, rubbing the back of his head, “Okay, first off,” he grumbled, “ouch!” He turned his body to look at you, “Second, why are you so against the idea? Don’t you want him to feel the same way?”

You paused.

Of course, you wanted him to feel the same way, there’s nothing you wanted more. But the idea of him remotely feeling the same way, just seemed too far fetched to you. Even if he did, there wasn’t a time where you had felt that he treated you more than just a friend…

“Obviously, she does, you nitwit,” Yoongi snarls, “but wouldn’t you be convinced the love of your life doesn’t like you when he’s out there flirting up a storm with every other woman?”

“Okay,” You held up a hand, “can we stop calling my best friend the love of my life? That’s a bit much.” You hissed, clearly annoyed.

“Y/n,” Yoongi sighs softly, “you’ve been in love with Jungkook since you were 13… I’m pretty sure love of your life can be a proper statement.”

It’s true. You have been in love with Jungkook for years; whether he felt the same never crossed your mind. You were most certain that he didn’t, if he did, wouldn’t your friends have all noticed by now? Wouldn’t you have noticed? The ache in your heart only increases when you think about how Jungkook acts towards someone he likes. You reallythink about it.

You remembered back in 2ndyear when Jungkook told you that he was starting to like this girl from his house. Yun-ji. She was really pretty for a 12-year-old and everyone knew that. Not only was she pretty, but she was also really nice and super smart. You remembered how excited Jungkook was when he told you that Yun-ji had asked him to study with her in the library and that he had to cancel the plans you two had; it was nothing serious, but you and Kook always set aside one day of the week to just relax and chill out while watching whatever was on the television in the common room, but when he wanted to cancel your only day to sit around and not do homework, you couldn’t help but feel the tightness in your chest.

Being the best friend that you were, you told him that it was no biggie, and he gave you the biggest hug in return. You remembered how brightly he smiled at you while he waved goodbye and ran towards the library leaving you by yourself to head back to your dormitory alone.

You didn’t realise that after the first cancellation, you’d continue to be cancelled on. Kook always kept you up to date on his new girl hangout of the week, that he’d repeatedly cancel on you every time you both had planned a day or night to chill. First it was Yun-ji, then it was Lee-ya, then it was Yoonmin… There was always someone—some girl—that was more important than you. You would watch how your best friend fell for all these girls, how he’d treat them with love and care; he’d bought, more like used what you’ve learned from transfiguration, Yoonmin—his first ever serious girlfriend, that he told you about, to your dismay—flowers every Friday, and would constantly ask you to reschedule your planned dates. And you couldn’t say no to him, you loved seeing his bunny smile when he would bring up his planned dates with Yoonmin. You couldn’t be selfish and keep your best friend from being happy—that wasn’t you.

So, you let him go.

You let him cancel on you every time, only to reschedule, but cancel again because “Yoonmin wanted to do this…”, “Yoonmin wants to do that thing…”, “Oh, sorry, Yoonmin…”. After a while, you had stopped making plans with him, hanging out with Yoongi and Taehyung instead, sometimes even inviting Jimin along to Hogsmeade to grab some butter beers.

It wasn’t until Yoonmin and Jungkook broke up, did things go back to the way it was… Except, Kook hooked up with more women afterwards. You were there when he was sad that Yoonmin had broken up with him, but he wasn’t crying about it. He paid no mind to it actually, he said that “he didn’t want to be tied down anyways”.

So, he partied, bringing you along, only to leave you halfway through with random girls on his arm every night. And each night, that ate you alive. You wanted nothing more than for the man you love to look at you the way he eyed the women his eyes settled on, you wanted to be the one wrapped up in his arms, you wanted to be the one he kissed; but you knew Jungkook saw you nothing more than just a friend. It was painfully obvious. He never conjured up flowers for you just because, he never wrote you notes to magically appear at your seat when you sat down, he never rushed up behind you to give you the ‘behind hug’ every girl dreams of getting; Jungkook never did those for you because he simply didn’t feel the same way. It was the truth, and it definitely hurt.

But you’d never forget, after all those times he’s hurt you without knowing, the moment you truly understood that you were nothing but a friend to him…

It was 4th year; the Yule ball had been planned and the castle was buzzing. You had been asked out by many suitors, even those from the visiting school, Durmstrang, but you had rejected everyone in hopes that maybe Jungkook would ask you to be his date. You and he have been talking about the Yule Ball since you both were kids, and you both made a promise that if no one got asked, or no one accepted from anyone else, you’d go together; that was your promise. It was two days before the dance, and you still didn’t have a date, nor did Jungkook ask you. You, finally plucking up the courage to ask him yourself to stick by the promise you two had, you had written out a simple note that read ‘Be my date to the Yule ball?’ and tying it to Athena’s leg. She was perched on your shoulder while you walked towards Gryffindor’s dormitory, only to see Jungkook talking to Jin.

“Have you asked Y/n to the ball?” Jungkook chuckled.

“Hyung, I’m not asking her to the ball.” You had felt your heart drop.

“Why not? You two have been best friend for years? I thought you liked her?”

“No, hyung, I don’t like her like that. She’s just a friend, and besides, I already asked Jisoo yesterday to accompany me.”

You choked back your gasp, as you spun on your heel and gently slipping the note from Athena’s leg and shredding it with a flick of your wand. Not only was Jungkook not going to ask you, but he confirmed the relationship between you two. Just friends. He never saw you anything more and that alone hurt you more than him cancelling on you for his flings. Jungkook also had kept a secret from you. Something you both had promised to never do. He never told you about asking Jisoo to the ball, and he didn’t tell you until the day of. Needless to say, you didn’t bother showing up to the Yule ball. Yoongi and Taehyung were worried about you and checked in on you before they headed out. He was weary of you when you had said you caught a stomach flu and couldn’t attend, even Jimin had offered to make you a potion to help you feel better, but you had declined. Yoongi and Taehyung had begged you to let them stay with you, but you couldn’t do that to your best friends, so you had firmly stood your ground and had threatened to hex them if they didn’t leave within the next 4 minutes.

Luckily, the two boys gave up, letting you be, and hanging their heads low.

Snapping out of your thoughts you shrugged, “Doesn’t matter if it’s true or not… He never felt the same way.” You whispered before tugging your bag to your shoulder, leaving your two best friends to stare at you with sad eyes.

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“So, did you find a date?” Jungkook whispered beside you while you were writing notes in Potions.

“No, I’m not going.” You whispered back not allowing yourself to look at him. You continued to write, ignoring the ache in your heart that seems to be more frequent ever since the night in the Owlery with Yoongi and Tae.

“WHAT?” Jungkook shouted, earning a chorus of shh’s and a glare from the professor at the front of the room. Jungkook sheepishly ducked his head in apology, before turning back to look at you.

“What?” Jungkook coughed out quieter, “What do you mean you’re not going? It’s our last ball!” He whispered louder.

You shrugged, squinting at the board, “Exactly that: I’m not going. I haven’t been going for years, what’s one more?” I’m not going just to watch you make out with your date, was what you wanted to say but you decided against it, since the words from 4thyear kept playing in your head.

Just a friend.

“But it’s our last one in our Hogwarts careers! The absolute last ball we’ll have together” He whines, “You have to go!” You rolled your eyes finally looking at him. Jungkook didn’t fail to notice your eyes slightly swollen and red from what he can assume was from crying, “Hey, wait, jagi, what’s—” but before he could voice out his concern you opened your mouth.

“I do not have to go, and I especially do not have to listen to whatever you say, Jeon Jungkook.” You whispered harshly, your voice cracking slightly, “I am not going to this stupid ball, so get that through your fucking head.” You snapped, closing up your book as the bell rang to switch classes. You shoved your chair back, tugging your bag over your shoulders and exited the room and away from him.

Jungkook stared you down with wide eyes following your figure before you disappeared out the door. He bit his lip looking down; you had never spoken to him so harshly in all your years of friendship, he almost didn’t notice the crack in your voice when you mentioned the ball, had he not been so focused on you, but when he heard the slight pain in your voice he couldn’t help but feel a dull ache in his chest; he felt a deeper wave of sadness when you had walked away from him abruptly before he could find out what was really wrong.

4 days before the ball

You had been avoiding Jungkook all week. You had decided that it was best to give yourself space from him. After reminiscing your past with Jungkook, all your feelings have been crashing down on you. Yes, you love him, but there was no point in telling him and ruining your friendship, since you know he doesn’t feel the same way. But it’s been 3 years, maybe it’s changed? You scoffed, you really needed to stop getting your hopes up over something that’s never going to happen. You’d been crying all week, confused, frustrated, you didn’t know what to feel. It was all just annoying to deal with, and the fact that Jungkook kept showing up wherever you turned, wasn’t helping.

The entire week Jungkook has been doing his best to talk to you, but every time you saw him, you’d turn away briskly and lose him within the crowds. You were so thankful that Hogwarts was as crowded as it was. He even tried seeking you out in your dormitory and thankfully Yoongi-oppa would always make up an excuse as to why he couldn’t see you.

Last night

“Hyung, is Y/n in?” You knew Jungkook’s voice anywhere, he sounded desperate, and his voice sounded croakier than usual.

“Ah,” Yoongi lifted his arms in a discreet way to look at you, to which you shook your head as you wiped underneath your eyes, “Sorry, Kook… She’s—she just headed up to bed.” You heard Jungkook let out a sigh.

“I know it’s late hyung, but can’t you just let me in to talk to her?” He sounded sad… It almost made you want to talk to him, but you had decided against it. You needed space—space from him—you wanted the ache in your chest to stop.

“I’m sorry Kook… I can’t.” Yoongi shut the door and looked over at you with sad eyes.

“Y/n… He’s a mess, talk to him.”

You shook your head as the tears began falling again, “I can’t, Yoongs… I need—I want— I don’t deserve to keep hurting.”

You were miserable, and so was he. You knew it. You would arrive to class either earlier than Jungkook would, and you’d opt to sitting next to Roe, your female friend in Slytherin, each class. Jungkook’s gaze would always find yours, before the color would flee from his eyes when he notices that you hadn’t saved him a spot. You’d leave quickly to avoid him and rushing to your next class before he could even turn to look your way. His eyes would search the room for your bright brown ones, but his shoulders would drop immensely when he realises that you were gone. You’d even started going to lunches and dinners earlier, only to quickly leave the minute his gaze finally finds yours when he sits at his house table.

As the days go by, it was getting easier to avoid him, and the heartaches were lessening. However, the love you have for him was still lingering, and you know for a fact that it wouldn’t go away. Yoongi and Taehyung have been pushing you to talk to him, to at least tell him why you’ve been avoiding him, but you deny every time. Even Jin has asked you why you’ve been so MIA and avoiding Jungkook, which you opt to say that you’re way too busy that the NEWT classes you were taking was what was keeping you so unavailable. Jin didn’t seem to believe you for a second, but he encouraged you to speak to Jungkook, claiming that he’s been cooped up in their dorm for days and wouldn’t leave unless for class and food. You had simply shrugged and said you’d do your best if you weren’t studying.

Night of the Ball

You were staring at the gorgeous gown that hung before you. You had been contemplating whether or not to go to the ball; you didn’t want to risk seeing Jungkook with his new conquest, but you had wanted to go… Yoongi and Tae have convinced you to go since it isyour last year ever, and they insist that ever Hogwarts student needs to partake in the school festivities at least once. So, here you were. Your long hair was half up in a messy bun and flowy curls draped down your back. Your makeup was simple, not too dolled up, but enough to know that you had fixed yourself up for the special event. You finally took the dress off the hanger and slid it on. It hugged your waist perfectly, accentuating all your curves, and showcases your smooth legs through the long side slit. It was a gorgeous deep purple that complimented your dewy skin. Sliding your black heels on, you exited your dorm.

Taehyung and Yoongi had told you to meet them in the Room of Requirement to pregame before the dance, which seemed odd to you, but they insisted that the Ravenclaws had wanted to keep it lowkey, because they had hidden all their fire whiskey in there. Your mind eased up since Namjoon had nodded in agreement.

Once you made it to the room, you entered noticing that there was a figure that was pacing back and forth. You stiffened when you saw the black hair with blue streaks that you were all too familiar with.

“Y/n.” Jungkook breathed, you noticed the darker circles that kissed his skin below his red eyes.

He’d been crying.

You almost felt guilty for avoiding him, but you had to do what was best for you. Scowling at yourself when the heartache that you had thought was gone, returned when you stared at the man in front of you.

“Y/n…” Jungkook stepped closer to you; You were frozen, unmoving, you couldn’t move. You were stupid, you shouldn’t have believed Tae and Yoongi, this was so typical of them.

You turned away to find the exit, only for Jungkook to gently grip your wrist before you could leave—before you could leave him.

“Please…” He whispered desperately, “C-can we talk?” His voice cracked. You sighed loudly.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jungkook.” You stated before ripping your arm away from him. Jungkook made a sound, much like a whimper, as you continued to have your back to him.

“Why have you been avoiding me!” He raised his voice.

Jungkook never raised his voice at you.

“I have been trying to talk to you this whole week, y/n! I’ve tried to talk to you in class, in the Great Hall, I even tried to get Yoongi hyung to let me into your dorms!” Jungkook yelled, gripping his hair in frustration, while you wrapped your arms around your waist.

“I haven’t been sleeping, I’ve been unfocused in classes, I’ve been skipping Quidditch because I have been trying to figure out what I had done to you that was so bad that you’d avoid me like a Death eater!” He was breathing heavily, you could hear his voice quivering, you knew he was either crying or about to cry.

“What had I done that hurt you so bad that you had been crying? What had I done that hurt you so bad, that you can’t even—you can’t even look at me anymore?” You flinched as you heard Jungkook choke out a sob. You refused to turn around, your own tears falling down your cheeks. It hurt, so bad that he didn’t know why you were upset.

And why were you?

You were angry because Jungkook didn’t love you the way you loved him, you were hurt that he never saw you the way you saw him, you were sad that all you ever were to him was just a friend when you saw him as way more.

You were being selfish… This isn’t his fault; you couldn’t make someone love you when they just—don’t.

“Y/n…” Jungkook sniffled, but he made no movements, “Talk to me… Please.” He begged. You covered your mouth with your hand as you chocked on your own sobs. Without turning around, you slumped over.

“That’s just it.” You croaked out, “You didn’t do anything.” You wiped you tears, but they just kept coming.

“Wha—what do you—”

“Jungkook, I love you.” You whispered throwing your head back, “I’m so in love with you it fucking hurts.” You couldn’t hear anything from him, so you continued, you had to, he had the right to know and maybe to fully let him go… You needed to confess.

“Ever since we were 13, I’ve loved you so much… I was delusional to even think that for a second, I could be anything more than just your best friend. I had hopes that you saw me as more than just a friend, but you began seeing other girls, going out with them, buying them flowers,” You laughed bitterly at the memory, “but you never did those things for me… And then 4th year; I was on my way to ask you to the Yule ball when I heard you telling Jin that you only saw me as a friend, and you had asked Jisoo…” You bit your lip, sniffling. You shut your eyes as the tears leaked down your face, “I tried to keep our promise from when we were younger… You remember that?”

Of course, he did… How could he forget? What you didn’t know was that he did want to ask you to the ball, but he was scared… Scared that you may not return the feelings he so deeply tried to suppress—to save your friendship, he couldn’t live with himself if he ruined it because he had fallen in love with you. He also couldn’t handle the rejection he’d get if you hadn’t felt the same about him…

Oh how stupid, he feels now.

“I knew then, that’s where I stood, where I always stood with you. You never saw me as anything more than just a friend, and that absolutely wrecked me; to know that my best friend, who I love so much, so much more than just a friend, could never see me as anything more. I’ve been so in love with you, Kook… I finally had enough this year.” You whimpered out, “I couldn’t handle seeing you with someone else tonight, but I owe it to myself to end my Hogwarts journey on a good note, with or without you, I don’t deserve to sulk over someone who doesn’t love me the way I love them.” You finished with a shaky breath. Jungkook had stayed silent the entire time. You had just poured your entire heart out, and he had nothing to say. Shaking your head, you walked forward to leave the room, but was stopped abruptly.

Jungkook’s hand flew out and spun you around and connected your lips with his. Stunned, you felt his lips move against your own as his hands slithered around your waist to pull you close to him, and tightening his grip just a little, as if he was scared that you’d leave him. Melting into the kiss, you could feel all the emotions that he was feeling sadness, anger, want? You could taste the saltiness of his tears mixed with your own, as the two of you molded as one. You had wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, scared that you’d wake up from this dream. Slipping his tongue into your mouth to dance with your own, you felt his right-hand cup your face before he pecked you sweetly, pulling away.

You stared up at him in awe, his eyes still glistening with tears as he stared down at you.

“Jungkook—”

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He whispered against your lips, “I’m so sorry Y/n… I—I never meant to hurt you… I-I didn’t want to risk our friendship.” You peered into his eyes, searching them for any signs of regret from kissing you, but all you found was shame?

“I’ve loved you for so long.” He breathed, “I didn’t want to risk it… I—I was a coward; I didn’t even think of the possibilities that you loved me too…” He says while dropping his head. You pulled his face to look at your own, caressing his cheeks you bite back a grin.

“We’re a mess, huh?” You giggled placing your lips on his again, to which he returned.

“We are…” He pecked your lips again, holding you closer, “Am—am I too late?” You cocked your head in confusion, “Do-do you still want me...?”

You grinned, pulling him into another sweet kiss, “I’ve always wanted you, Kook.” Pulling him in again, Jungkook kissed you sweetly, ignoring the fact that the door had burst open.

“Oh, thank Merlin!”

“HA! Told you there were positive possibilities, Y/n!”

“Yah! That is enough—watch those fucking hands, Jeon or I swear to—”

“I’m sorry I lied Y/n! Don’t kill me!”

“Just a friend, huh?”

“Wait a minute... Am I the only one that didn’t know they had a thing for each other?”

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Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​​ Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme. 

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college. 

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive. 

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation. 

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.” 

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

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You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink. 

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you. 

“You want a drink?” 

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer. 

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

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That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often. 

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him. 

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her. 

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest. 

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

--

Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw. 

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?” 

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?” 

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.” 

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface. 

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head. 

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.” 

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought. 

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles. 

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head. 

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment. 

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.  

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever. 

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life. 

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate. 

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough. 

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter. 

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

[boowanie]

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst and fluff

Warnings: Minor character death and slight mention of a panic attack. 

WC: 6.7K+

Summary: You never thought that the stranger you met one night would become someone special to you.

“What’s happening?” Wonwoo called out as soon as he set foot into the house he shared with his close friends. He could hear the distant shouting happening somewhere in the house, a possible indication of a fight occurring between his housemates again. And he was right, there stood Seokmin and Mingyu, throwing harsh words at each other; something to do with dirty laundry sprawled across the kitchen floor.

“Didn’t I tell you to do your laundry THREE days ago Seokmin?” Mingyu bellowed at the top of his lungs. Seokmin’s glare only intensified as he clenched his right hand into a fist. Wonwoo stood at the bottom of the stairs, worried eyes observing the two.

“You yell at me for nagging you but here you are doing the same thing!” Seokmin snapped back. Before Mingyu could reply back, Joshua came in between the two, stretching his arms out to separate the fuming boys.

“Alright boys, it’s just laundry. Seokmin do your laundry now and Mingyu, take a nap to cool off or something.”

Seokmin turned on his heels, rushing down the stairs to do as he was told, greeting Wonwoo with an apologetic smile. Wonwoo sighed, walking up to his room to get the rest he was yearning for for the past week. He closed his door, padding towards his window to move the curtains shut. Without any source of light coming into his room, he laid down on his unmade bed, sighing as his head softly hit the pillows.

Wonwoo didn’t realise he fell asleep until a gentle nudge awoke him from his nap. “Wonu, it’s dinner time,” Soonyoung whispered, afraid to frighten Wonwoo with his normal tone of voice.

Wonwoo hummed in response, nuzzling his head against the pillow, “I’ll be down in a sec, Hoshi.” Soonyoung patted his cheek gently before making his way out of the room while Wonwoo tried his best to sleep again. However, Wonwoo’s ear perked up to the sound of his phone ringing in the pocket of his jeans.

He released an irritated sigh as he unhurriedly answered the phone. “Hello?” Wonwoo greeted with sleep dripping from his voice. “Wonwoo?” the person on the other line asked. Wonwoo’s sleepy eyes widened at the sound of Jiyeon’s, his ex-girlfriend’s, voice. An uncomfortable silence lingered in the air as Wonwoo sat up on his bed.

“What do you want?” he asked without any hint of friendliness in his voice. He heard something shuffle on Jiyeon’s end before she began to sob uncontrollably. Wonwoo could only roll his eyes at how pathetic she could be.

“P-please take me back, I promise I’ll be faithful to you and only you. He was a mistake, you have to believe me,” Jiyeon cried but Wonwoo remained stoic despite her pleas. He muttered a quick “no” before ending the call with her. He sighed for the last time before laying back down on his bed again.

—

Wonwoo devoured the pork belly Jeonghan left on the kitchen table for him since he took another nap after the unexpected call from Jiyeon. He began to ponder on the idea of getting back with his ex while he placed his plate on the rack. However, he quickly dismissed the idea after he remembered the pain he went through when he caught Jiyeon and her classmate in the middle of a makeout session on her bed. Wonwoo couldn’t believe his eyes and his first instinct was to punch the guy before fleeing the scene in tears.

But he couldn’t deny the hurt coursing through him after the phonecall he had with her but he also knew it was wrong to keep hurting himself like that. His eyes lingered on the washed plate, blinking once in awhile to stop the tears gathering in his eyes. Mingyu, who entered the kitchen not too long ago, watched him as he leaned silently on the fridge, careful not to scare him although it failed as soon as Wonwoo faced the door. The older male jumped, clutching his chest in the process. “Kim Mingyu, what the hell?” Mingyu waved at him from where he was standing, a sad smile on his lips.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mingyu asked. Wonwoo shook his head, knowing that he had already drunkenly poured out his feelings to Mingyu and the rest of his housemates for weeks after the breakup. He didn’t want to burden them more with his personal problems.

“Nah, I’m good. I think I just need to get some fresh air.”

—

He wandered around his university campus, finding the empty rooftop Mingyu mentioned the night before. Mingyu discovered it after a stressful exam where he walked around campus, trying to find somewhere to spill his tears. And that’s when he found the rooftop of the science building, empty and abandoned through the blurriness of his tears.

Wonwoo spotted the science building and made his way up through a secret passage that Mingyu instructed him to take. He climbed the rusty stairs that creaked with every step he took which alarmed him but he continued his way up anyway. When he got to the top, he found the door shut tightly which he nudged open with all the force he could muster.

When the door finally budged, Wonwoo heard a loud curse which made him panic at the sound coming from the other side.

“Who the fuck?”

“Shit I’m so so so sorry-”

“Well don’t just fucking stand there, help me up.”

Wonwoo blinked at you for a couple of seconds before your words registered in his mind. He let out a faint “oh right” before offering you his hand. You gladly took it, wincing at the shooting pain in your elbow which you were convinced was bleeding.

“Fuck, my elbow’s bleeding. Thanks a lot you idiot.”

Wonwoo reached out to grab your elbow in his hand. His eyes lingered on your bleeding elbow before taking some unused tissues that were shoved in his coat pocket. He dabbed the tissue on the bleeding wound, wincing now and again.

“You do know I’m the one bleeding and not you?” you scoffed, your eyes focused on his face rather than the blood trickling down your elbow.

“You shouldn’t have been standing there anyway,” Wonwoo muttered.

“So you think it’s my fault?” you questioned.

“No, why are you even up here at this ungodly hour,” he whispered, not wanting you to hear.

“I could ask you the same,” you replied. Wonwoo took out another tissue and asked you to hold it in place since he didn’t have any band aids with him, but you shrugged off his order and thanked him instead before taking a seat on the ground. You chugged the remaining beer in your can and crushed it with your hands.

Wonwoo watched you with curious eyes as you cracked open another can and handed it over to him. You stood up and gathered the cans of beer lying on the ground before making your way towards the door.

“Rooftop’s all yours.”

You were gone before Wonwoo could answer. He began to wonder who you were and what you were doing on the rooftop at this hour of the night but he realised that maybe you were here for the same reason he was; to get away from reality. He took a long sip of the beer you handed him, his eyes spotting a notebook where the crush cans were once scattered.

He reached out, reading the black ink across the cover of the notebook, y/n. he didn’t mean to flip through it but curiosity got the better of him and he opened the notebook to find art pieces scattered on the pages.

“Huh, aren’t you a mystery.”

—

You awoke the following morning to the sound of your roommate yelling at you. As soon as you opened your eyes, you instantly massaged your temples to soothe your throbbing headache but it wasn’t enough to calm the soreness you were feeling. Your roommate’s voice did nothing to help ease the pain and Seungkwan only worsened it by pushing your bedroom door against the wall with a loud thud.

“Drunk again?” he huffed, pinching his nostrils close to stop the smell of alcohol from making him gag. Seungkwan never liked it when you drank, he didn’t like the smell and he certainly hated the fact that you were slowly drowning yourself with alcohol to make the pain of losing someone go away. Seungkwan tried to convince you that he could help but you always turned down his offer with a lousy excuse that you “can handle it”. As a year passed by, your drinking habit only worsened but you still managed to ace your classes and somehow function with all the alcohol that was in your system.

“That’s the last time I’ll ever drink Seungkwan, I promise,” you stuck your pinky finger towards him, wiggling it as you waited for him to wrap his own around your finger. You really wanted to stop and this time, you wanted to keep your promise to your bestfriend to ease the worries he had for you and your health. Seungkwan could only sigh at his bestfriend as he took your pinky finger around his.

“I made you hangover soup y/n” is all he said after he turned on his heel and left your room with a quiet sigh. You looked around your room, the curtains still shut to prevent any source of light from shining through the window but the god awful smell of alcohol that reeked in your room was enough for you to stand up and pull the curtains open. You nudged the window with your hand and the sudden gust of wind had you almost stepping back by its force. You still welcomed it and as you cleaned around your room, the smell of alcohol slowly dissipated (with the help of some yankee candles).

When you entered the kitchen, the smell of bacon made your stomach churn and your nose wrinkle at the slight scent of burning food. “Seungkwan! your bacon is burning,” you yelled, walking over to remove the bacon from the frying pan. You heard Seungkwan yell something you couldn’t quite hear so you shrugged and turned off the hob. Your eyes landed on the hangover soup he made you and your stomach growled at the sight. 

“Thanks for the soup, Kwannie,” you yelled out to him.

You were thankful for the fact that your photography lecture didn’t start until one in the afternoon so you had plenty of time to soothe your headache and plan out your night carefully without having to involve bottles and bottles of soju this time. You wanted to go up to the rooftop to retrieve your notebook that you forgot to take before leaving the handsome stranger all alone. 

Your mind wandered back to him. You remembered the panic in his eyes when he saw the blood gushing down your elbow and it made you chuckle slightly. You lifted up your elbow to glance down if a scab was starting to form on the wound. Your grimaced at the sight and continued to eat your soup again.

“Hey, I found this in your jacket,” Seungkwan held up some bloody tissues with a worried look on his face. You shook your head at him, raising your pointer finger asking him to wait.

“I fell yesterday,” you finally spoke once your mouth was clear of any traces of food. Seungkwan quirked an eyebrow at you, his hands settling on his hips to wait for an explanation. 

“I was up at the rooftop last night and some guy pushed the door open and I happened to be sitting right in front of it which was totally my fault,” you explained. You watched as your bestfriend sighed, walking over to the bin to throw at the tissues.

“You should be more careful next time y/n.”

“Sorry Seungkwan,” you picked at your food guiltily. You didn’t want to worry him all the time but you always manage to anyway. He watched you pick at your food for a while before making his way over towards you.

“Look at me,” he muttered softly, bringing his hand under your chin. You raised your head to look up at him. He gave you a small smile before pressing his lips on your forehead.

“You know I’ll always be here for you y/n, right?”

—

Wonwoo awoke not too long ago because of Seokmin and Mingyu yet again. He rolled his eyes when he heard Mingyu yelling as Seokmin chased him around the house. He stretched his arms above his head, his top slowly riding up to reveal a small section of his lower stomach. He grabbed his glasses that were sitting on his bedside table along with the notebook that belonged to you.

He mentally noted to ask Minghao if he knew anyone called “y/n”. It seemed like you were an art student so Minghao was the first person he thought of. He stood up from his made and made his way over to his bathroom to start getting ready for his morning lectures.

He brushed his teeth slowly, his mind wandering back to how you cursed at him last night which made him chuckle at the memory. He didn’t mean to continue flipping through your artwork last night but he was mesmirised by your pieces. He even found a picture of you tucked between the last few pages of your notebook and he admired the small smile that you gave the camera. 

“WONU!” Mingyu yelled from outside, making him slightly choke on water as he gargled.

“Food’s ready downstairs!” 

“I’ll be out in a sec Mingyu.”

—

You fished out your phone from your pocket, turning the flashlight on to help you see the rusty stairs better. The sound of the stairs leading to the rooftop creaked slightly with every step you took. 

“These steps are going to break one of these days,” you muttered to yourself, keeping the cup of coffee near your chest to warm you up. The weather didn’t co-operate with you tonight. You were forced to wear something warm by your bestfriend and he even made you wear a beanie to protect your head from the cold.

As soon as you got to the top, you pushed the door open with your frame. When the steel door finally opened, you quickly heard a loud thud when it hit something or someone as soon as it opened. 

“Shit,” you heard a deep voice say from the other side.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you began to apologise as you pulled the door shut to reveal the person that was standing behind it and to your surprise, you found the stranger from last night, clutching his arm tightly. You both gave each other a look of shock before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

“You again?” you both said at the same time.

“I guess I deserved that,” Wonwoo said, sitting back down on the ground. You gave him a guilty look before sitting beside him. 

“I’m really sorry about your arm,” you said, poking it before sipping on your hot coffee. He quirked an eyebrow at you, “I’m surprised you’re not cursing me out right now.” You gave him another guilty look, blowing on your coffee and taking another sip to before answering him.

“That wasn’t me yesterday,” you said, giggling as Wonwoo rolled his eyes at you.

“I don’t even know your name,” you laughed.

“I remember you giving me a name last night though.”

“What?”

“Yeah, something along the lines of idiot,” he teased, watching as your eyes widened in surprise again.

“I’m so embarrassing,” you groaned, placing your coffee on the ground to cover your heating face with your hands. You heard Wonwoo laugh at your embarrassment, patting your back as you continued to mutter words to yourself.

“Don’t sweat about it y/n,” he giggled. Your ears perked up to the sound of your name leaving his lips, not remembering if you told him your name or not.

“How’d you know my name,” you asked, removing your hands away from your face. He gave you a shy smile before pulling your missing notebook out of his jacket. He waved it around before handing it back to you.

“You forgot this last night and I may have snooped around.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..I was just really intrigued by your art. They’re all amazing by the way,” he complimented, rubbing the back of his neck while looking at you.

“Oh no, it’s absolutely okay. Thanks for bringing it back to me and thanks for the compliments,” you shyly replied, picking up your cup of coffee again. Comfortable silence enveloped you while you both looked at the bright moon. You suddenly remembered why you were up here.

“Shoot,” you whispered, fishing out your camera that was tucked carefully in your jacket. 

“Do you mind if I do something for my photography class?” you glaced at Wonwoo.

“No go ahead,” he smiled.

Wonwoo watched as you brought the camera up to face, adjusting the lens before taking multiple shots of the night sky. Wonwoo would be lying if he didn’t think the view before him was mesmerising. He didn’t know why the beating of his heart fastened when you looked satisfied at the shots you took.

“Can I ask for your opinion...” you started.

“Wonwoo.”

“Right, so can I ask for your opinion on these pictures Wonwoo?” you shyly asked him, tucking piece of hair behind your ear.

“Let me see them,” he scooted closer to you, leaning down to look at the pictures.

And that’s how you and Wonwoo spent the rest of the night, chatting about your art, his course and anything that you and him could think of. You and Wonwoo didn’t realise it was past one in the morning until Seungkwan texted you to come home.

“Oh shit,” you muttered, quickly standing up and gathering your notebook and the empty cup of coffee in your hands. Wonwoo also stood up, taking his phone out before thrusting it in your direction.

“C-can I maybe have your number y/n? I’d really like to talk to you more,” he asked, his ears turning red at his own question. You nodded, taking his phone to put your number in his contacts. 

“I’ll walk you back to your apartment if you want?” he offered.

“If it’s not too much to ask,” you replied, chucking the empty cup into the bed as soon as you got down from the rooftop.

“Let’s get you home then.”

—

You tapped your fingers on your thighs, waiting patiently for Wonwoo to come pick you up from your apartment. It had been four months since you and Wonwoo met on the rooftop. You both realised how much you complimented each other. It was nice that he got you to experience some of his hobbies while you taught him the things you were learning in your photography lectures. He was also patient with you whenever you were in one of your moods while you gave him the space he needed whenever he was having a hard time with things he would rather not tell you, yet.

Seungkwan and Mingyu even thought that you and him were good for each other. You were barely drinking now and even if you did, it was always with Wonwoo at the convenience store, talking about everything and anything your minds could think of.

You’ve grown to love Wonwoo’s company.

Woo 🐱: I’m outside your apartment bld ☺️

You: Be down in a sec 💕

You yelled out to Seungkwan that you were going, slipping your shoes on by the door before leaving your apartment with a big smile on your face. You and Wonwoo decided to visit the museum outside your university campus. You were excited to to find some inspiration for your upcoming art project and Wonwoo just wanted to spend time with you.

“Hey,” you walked over to Wonwoo, giving him a side hug.

“Do you think you’d be able to come with me to the recording studio after going to the museum?” he grabbed your elbow before crossing the street to get to the bus stop.

“Yeah, are you and Jihoon recording a new song?” you hummed, taking out your bus card when you saw the bus approaching.

“Yeah, it’s for our music theory class. Jihoon wanted to put some vocals on his new track so he asked me to be his partner.”

You’ve never heard Wonwoo sing but according to Mingyu and Soonyoung, he sounded angelic whenever he sung.

“Can’t wait,” you tapped your bus card, taking a seat at the back by the window. Wonwoo followed you, sitting beside and leaning his head on your shoulder. He yawned, closing his eyes and nuzzling his head against your shoulder.

“Tired?”

“Just a little bit,” he yawned again.

“I’ll wake you up when we’re near.”

—

You walked around the museum in silence with your notebook in hand, doodling some pieces that sparked your interest. Wonwoo, on the other hand, read each and every information that came along with the art pieces. You found it adorable when he would tilt his head as he focused on reading the information. He would look at you whenever you giggled at him, smiling and nudging you with his hip.

Your eyes landed on the final artwork in the museum, a grin making its way to your face. It was a simple artwork of the moon but the different shades of dark colours to mimic the sky made you more and more interested in the artwork. Wonwoo finally caught up to you and stood by your side.

“I..i think this is my favourite out of them all y/n,” he whispered beside you.

“Mine too.” You took out your notebook again, doodling on your notebook while Wonwoo watched you. You didn’t notice that Wonwoo took out his phone and backed away from you slightly. He tapped his phone to get his camera to focus on you, taking a picture of you as you doodled on your notebook.

“Beautiful,” he whispered quietly.

You looked up at Wonwoo, smiling brightly at him.

“I think I’m done ‘Woo,” you finally showed him your drawing, his eyes looking at the artwork.

“You’re so talented y/n!” He ruffled your hair before placing his arm around your shoulder. Wonwoo and you looked at the artwork for the last time.

“To the studio we go?”

“To the studio we go.”

—

“If you keep staring at Wonwoo like that, he might melt,” Mingyu sneaked up from behind you. You jolted in your seat, clutching your chest as you tried to calm your beating heart.

“Are you serious Kim Mingyu?”

“I didn’t realise you were this jumpy y/n.”

You threw a piece of crumpled paper at his face which he dodged, knocking the spare seat along the way. This caught the attention of a couple of people that were quietly sipping on their beverages in the coffee shop. Wonwoo watched you and Mingyu bicker while he took another coffee order. He chuckled softly when he saw you throw another piece of crumpled paper at Mingyu’s face.

While you and Mingyu were bickering about your apparent feelings for Wonwoo, both of you didn’t notice Wonwoo’s face drop when his ex-girlfriend entered the coffee shop. Mingyu finally looked up to find Wonwoo arguing with Jiyeon at the side of the coffee shop. Seungcheol who now took over Wonwoo’s shift, glanced at the younger male with worry evident on his face.

You didn’t notice what was happening until Mingyu tapped your shoulder.

“C-can you do me a favour y/n?”

You hummed in response, looking up to see Mingyu’s face. You dropped your pencil immediately and gave all your attention to Mingyu.

“I need you to pretend to be Wonwoo’s girlfriend like right now,” he blurted out.

“What the fuck?”

He nibbled on his lower lip before pointing his finger at Wonwoo who looked distressed as he talked to a girl you didn’t recognise.

“Who-”

“Wonwoo’s ex-girlfriend who cheated on him.”

With that piece of information, you stood up quickly and made your way towards Wonwoo. You looped your arms through his and placed your head on his arm.

“Baby,” you whined, catching both of their attention.

“I-”

“You have a girlfriend now Wonwon?” she sounded hurt as she looked you up and down.

Wonwoo cleared his throat, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Yeah, now please leave before my girlfriend makes a scene. And you wouldn’t like that. Trust me.”

You waved at her mockingly, grabbing Wonwoo’s hand and dragging him where you and Mingyu were sat at.

“I want the ground to swallow me whole,” you groaned when you and the boys watched Jiyeon disappear from the coffee shop.

“You owe ME Jeon!”

“How about a free kiss?” Mingyu suggested making you and Wonwoo glare at him.

“How about an explanation? Meet me at the rooftop at 8 tonight?” he glanced at the clock, realising that his break was nearly over.

“I’ll see you later,” he placed a quick peck on your forehead, leaving you and Mingyu by yourselves again.

“Forehead kisses, multiple dates and rooftop sessions? And you two still AREN’T dating?!”

“Oh fuck off Kim Mingyu.”

—

“So she fucking cheated on you and now she’s asking for you to take her back?”

Wonwoo nodded, eating another cheeseball that you bought for him before coming up to the rooftop.

“And are you going to?” you asked nervously, not knowing why your heart hurt at the thought of Wonwoo taking back Jiyeon. It’s not like there was anything going on between you two, you thought.

You saw him hesitate, swallowing another cheeseball.

“I kinda thought about it but no, I’m never going to take her back. I don’t want to go through the pain all over again.”

You sighed in relief, “Good.”

“Why? You scared I won’t spend as much time with you anymore?”

“To be honest, yeah.”

Wonwoo watched you shyly eat a piece of chicken, avoiding his eyes. He scooted closer to you until your arms were touching. He placed an arm around your waist and placed his head on top of yours.

“Never, sweetheart. You’re very special to me, you know,” he whispered softly.

“O-okay.”

—

You were gasping for air once you woke up from your dream. You saw the look of disappointment on his face again, making your heart clench with sadness all over again.

“Not again,” you cried, placing your covers over your mouth to muffle your cries. Your hands were shaking at this point and you knew you were having an episode again. You tried to breathe calmly but memories of your time with him kept appearing in your mind.

“F-fuck,” you reached out to grab your phone from the bedside table. You dialled Wonwoo’s number, placing the phone on your ear. After the fifth ring, Wonwoo picked up humming as you called out his name.

“H-help me,” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to tell him the passcode to your apartment door.

“I’m on my way sweetheart. Please breathe for me okay? I’ll be there in no time.”

Wonwoo arrived ten minutes later, panting when he finally entered your room. He rushed over to your bed and removed your covers so that he could take you in his arms.

“I’m here baby, i’m here,” he took you in his lap, and began to rock you body gently to soothe your cries.

“I’m right here,” he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, on your forehead and finally, on your cheek.

You gripped his shirt while you attempted to calm yourself down. You focused on his lips and then on his hushed voice.

“Woo,” you finally called out.

“I’m here y/n.”

“I’m s-sorry I called you here.”

“Don’t, you know I’ll always be here.”

—

After that night, you made it your job to avoid Wonwoo at all cost. You were embarrassed. You also realised how attached you’ve become to him. Seungkwan tried to get you to meet up with him and even Mingyu begged for you to stop avoiding Wonwoo.

“You’re leaving him in the dark y/n,” Seungkwan argued for the nth time. You sighed, leaning your canvas on the wall.

“I’m really busy Kwannie, can we not talk about this today?”

“Just admit that you’ve grown feelings for Wonwoo and you’re afraid that he might leave you!” Seungkwan blurted out. You dropped your paintbrush on the ground when Seungkwan snapped at you.

“I KNOW!” Seungkwan flinched as you yelled back at him.

“I’m scared I might lose him too but you can’t blame me for my own trauma Seungkwan! Now get out,” you picked up your brush again, turning your back away from him.

—

You knew you were dreaming. It had to be a dream because he was here. He was in your arms while you talked about your on going piece of artwork. Vernon leaned his head on your chest while he played with your fingers that were placed on his chest.

“I love you, you know that right?”

You gripped his fingers tightly in your hands, not wanting to let him go incase he disappeared like he always did whenever you had a dream about him.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything to save you, Vernon-”

“Shh, what happened to me was not your fault y/n,” he got up from where he was laying on your chest and took you in his lap.

“Nothing was your fault, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“I shouldn’t have fought with you that day,” you mumbled, tears starting to stream down your cheeks. You gripped his shirt as he continued to whisper calming words into your ear.

“I want you to be happy. I’m at peace now, y/n.” Vernon kissed your cheek before he disappeared again.

You jolted awake, gasping for air again. Clutching your chest, you called out for Seungkwan who heard you since he was sweeping outside your door. He barged in with the sweeping brush in his hand.

“Vernon again?” You nodded, sniffling while you opened your arms for him.

“I know he’s watching over you y/n.”

You sobbed in his shirt, seeping the piece of clothing with your tears. Seungkwan’s heart broke when he continued to rub your back. He shook his head at how unfair the world could be. You didn’t deserve the heart ache of losing Vernon to a crash. You didn’t deserve to lose the man that was once the love of your life.

“What happened to Vernon wasn’t your fault, y/n.”

“I-i know,” you breathed out, “V-vernon told me it wasn’t. Seungkwan, he finally talked to me in my dreams.”

Seungkwan gave you a soft smile, soothing you with comforting words again.

“I know he’d love for you to be happy with Wonwoo.”

—

A month passed by when you saw Wonwoo again. It was only for a couple of minutes until him and Jihoon entered the studio. Despite only seeing him for a few minutes, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes and the smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes when he looked at you.

You clutched the canvas tighter against your chest as you made your way to the arts building to go into the studio to finally finish your painting that was going to be included in the exhibition a few days. When you entered the studio, you flicked the lights on and settled your canvas against the wall. You rolled your sleeves up and began to prepare your paints and paintbrushes that were going to finalise your artwork.

It took you 5 hours to complete your painting, your cheek and denim overalls sporting splotches of paint on them. You stood back and admired your work of art. You fished out your phone and captured a picture of your painting to send to Seungkwan.

While you were cleaning your brushes, your mind wandered back to a memory that inspired your artwork.

You and Wonwoo were walking home after spending hours on the rooftop. He urged you to go to the rooftop after he had a rough day. When you arrived at the rooftop, Wonwoo was already sitting on the ground with a can of beer clutched in his hand. He heard you but he didn’t bother turning around with how tired he was. You leaned down behind Wonwoo and wrapped your arms around him, placing your chin on his shoulder. You remembered Wonwoo spilling everything that went wrong that day while you hugged him tighter to calm him down.

After spending hours on the rooftop, he decided to walk you home. He was back to his normal self, nudging you with his hip as he teased you about hugging him on the rooftop for hours. You giggled when he tipsily laughed at a joke you told him. You reached for your phone that was in the back pocket of your jeans.

You quickly took a picture of Wonwoo while he laughed at another joke you told him.

“Hey! No fair,” he whined, chasing you down the empty streets of Seoul.

—

“Hey y/n, are you inviting Wonwoo to the exhibition?” Seungkwan chewed on a piece of gum while typing something on his phone.

“I already did.”

“What did he say?”

“Left me on read.”

“I’m sure he’ll come y/n,” Seungkwan reassured, squeezing your hand.

—

It was the day of the exhibition and you were walking around the hall to look at your other classmates’ paintings. You chatted to some of them and complimented them on their work while they gushed about yours. They loved the idea of your painting of the moon and a boy who was admiring the night sky. You thanked her, smiling at her art work again.

The event was coming to an end but you saw no sight of Wonwoo. Mingyu, Jihoon and even Soonyoung dropped by to see your work of art. The three of them admired your painting for awhile until it finally clicked in their minds who the boy was. They whipped their heads towards you at the same time, wearing matching smirks to tease you.

“Wonwoo huh?” Mingyu wiggled his eyebrows making you chuckle at him.

“Do you know if he’s coming?” you bit your lower lip, fiddling with your hands as you awaited for their answer.

The three boys looked at you with sympathetic smiles, “We’re not sure y/n.” They bid you goodbye after you chatted with them for a while, leaving you on your own again. Some people came up to you to ask you about your painting, asking what prompted you to paint the moon and a boy.

“Just someone special,” you smiled at the old lady.

The event came to an end at 8pm and your professor thanked all of you for presenting your paintings to the public. You were beyond tired when you grabbed your back from the staff room, wanting nothing more than to pick up some food from your favourite takeaway shop and watch reruns of your favourite show with Seungkwan.

You were the last person to leave the hall as your other classmates have already left while you were grabbing your belongings. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t disappointed that Wonwoo didn’t come to the event. However, you knew it was your fault for pushing him away when all he wanted was to be there for you.

You started walking away from the hall, halting once you heard a familiar voice calling out your name. You froze when you heard footsteps nearing you. He was here, you thought.

You turned around to see Wonwoo with a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. He smiled softly at you once he was in front of you. Wonwoo handed you the flowers and you gladly took them from his hand.

“I didn’t want to disturb you when you were talking to people so I decided not to come up to you and just admire your work from afar.”

“Did you like it?”

“I loved it y/n,” he stared at you, silence enveloping you both.

“Good, you were the inspiration for that painting,” you sheepishly revealed. He blushed at your words, tucking his hands behind the pockets of his jeans.

“How about I walk you back to your apartment?”

“I’d love that.”

You walked side by side in comfortable silence with only the noises of passing cars filling in the silence that enveloped you both. It was nice seeing Wonwoo again and you loved the new hair colour he was sporting now.

When you neared your apartment building, Wonwoo spotted the playground that he frequently passed by whenever he collected you from your apartment. He nudged your hip with his own, pointing at the swings nearby.

“Wanna chat for a bit?” You could only nod, following him as he led the way to the swings. You sat down on of the swings while he sat on the other, immediately pushing himself off. You watched in amusement as he got higher and higher, wanting to do the same. But you were too tired to even move your legs so you decided just to watch him goof off.

“Woo,” you called out.

He suddenly stopped, using his feet to stop himself from swinging any further. He turned towards you, raising his eyebrows to urge you to speak.

“I-i’m really sorry for avoiding you,” you started, fiddling with the flowers that laid on your lap.

“Wanna tell me why you did?”

You looked up at him, his eyes staring intently at you. You gulped, feeling nervous the more he looked at you with curious eyes.

“I didn’t want you to get to close..because I was afraid I’d lose you like I lost my ex-boyfriend,” you confessed, running your hand through your hair. You saw him furrow his eyebrows, probably confused as to why you were afraid of losing him when you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

“H-he died after a drunk driver knocked him over,” you whispered, “He was going home after we argued at my apartment and that was the last conversation we had before he died the same night.”

Wonwoo gasped softly, standing up and kneeling in front of you. He tilted your head up with his pointer finger to get you to look at him. You didn’t resist, wanting nothing more but to look at Wonwoo. Tears started to form in your eyes once they met his.

“I’m really sorry Woo,” you sobbed, pulling him into a hug. He hugged you tightly, both of you nuzzling your heads into each other’s necks. You and him stayed in that position until he his knee started aching.

“You gotta let go of me for a bit, baby, my knees are starting to ache.” With the mention of the term of endearment, your heartbeat quickened.

“Baby huh?” You asked, your eyebrow raised at him.

“Yeah, because you’re my baby now,” he teased, offering you his hand to take. You gladly accepted it, swinging it softly as you and him continued to walk to your apartment building.

“I’ve something for you to listen to before you go to sleep, baby,” he smiled. You turned your head towards him, seeing the faint blush that coloured his cheeks. “What is it?” you asked. “I already sent it to you, you just have to play it when you get home okay?” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso. You rested your chin against his chest while you both stood outside your apartment building. You didn’t want to let him go nor did he want to leave you just yet.

“Wanna go out on a date with me tomorrow?” he asked, leaning down to peck your forehead with his lips. You nodded again, placing the side of your head against his chest. “I’d love to.”

“No more running away okay?” You pinched his back lightly before nodding again to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere again. Despite the fear of losing him in the future lingering in the back of your mind, you were only certain of one thing. You were completely and utterly in love with the man who pushed a steel door against your body that one strange night. He was someone that your heart was longing for and he was the one who helped you heal your heart piece by piece like you did with his.

[the-dream-team]

Can I Try Again

Another ridiculously fluffy one-shot for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily week four prompt: picking berries // I know I've kissed you before, but I didn't do it right // the entire song, pink in the night <3

She is beautiful and he is in a perpetual state of falling. Down and down and down the goddamn rabbit hole, but somehow the further James plummets, the brighter his life becomes. It’s the kind of brightness that blinds him- somewhat painfully- and leaves his vision spotty, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lily Evans walks ahead of him, a spring in her step, sunshine pouring through her hair. She’s cut it short for the summer, just above her shoulders, and he’s mesmerized by the way it bounces around her neck as she walks through the gardens of his family’s home. It’s an image he’s played over in his head an infinite number of times, but his rosiest daydreams don’t hold a candle to the real thing. The afternoon light hits his glasses just right and suddenly there’s a halo of glowing stars framing her as she tucks a dark red strand behind her ear. He can’t even see her face, but it doesn’t matter. I could stare at your back all day.

He is the luckiest boy in the world and every moment is made up of the sweetest form of torture. Agony and exuberance whipping his heart back and forth like a rogue Bludger.

She must know, he thinks. Must have some sort of clue that she’s occupied every corner of his mind for well over a year now. Even more so now, after the platform. He wishes more than anything for the ability to read minds as she glances over her shoulder with those startlingly green eyes, that friendly grin.

He can’t help but smile back- or maybe he was already smiling before she even turned around. It doesn’t matter. By some miracle, she’s here, and he can only marvel at the kindness of fate.

***

It had been a passing comment. One of those early morning conversations as his friends frantically scribbled out unfinished essays while shoving waffles down their throats. Chatter muffled by mouthfuls of eggs and yawning. Remus had commented offhandedly about the fruit bowl being passed around, and then-

“Oh, raspberries are my favorite.”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t already looking at her when she spoke. But truthfully, he was always looking at Lily, a habit he’d long since stopped fighting once he realized how fruitless his efforts were. She was beautiful and he was hopeless. Simply lucky to be in her presence. She was the sun, and he, but a lonely planet, entirely reliant on and endlessly seeking out her light.

Sirius spoke the words James should have if his mind hadn’t gone fuzzy from hearing her voice.

“You know, the Potters have a raspberry patch in their gardens.”

“Oh, really?” She glanced from Sirius to James with a brilliant smile and excited eyes, so purposefully glued to his that he had to duck his head and rake a hand through his hair to hide his heating cheeks.

“That’s right,” he said more to his plate of sausages than to her. “They’re usually ripe to pick by early August.” When he peered back up, she was still looking his way.

“You should come over this summer and take some off our hands,” said Sirius casually, turning towards James as if it had been his idea.

“Yeah,” he jumped in a little too eagerly. “I mean- if you’d like, you’re more than welcome.”

Her smile widened, rounding the apples of her cheeks in a way that made his stomach flip pleasantly. “That sounds like fun.”

He assumed she’d forget the conversation, it had been just another morning, just another casual chat among housemates, but that didn’t keep him from daydreaming about the potential of a far-off day in August rather incessantly during the following months. But then as the school year ended and summer rolled on painfully slowly (and Lily-less), an owl arrived. And her handwriting crawled across the page like a message written in the clouds.

***

Lily swings the woven basket back and forth in her pursuit of the best raspberries. There’s already an impressive bounty growing in her basket, far more than he’s managed to collect- too busy watching her kneel down and pluck berries off their delicate branches to pick any of his own.

He turns to a leafy bush, green and lively and swaying slightly in the warm breeze, and quickly pinches off a handful of berries in an attempt to catch up with her. When she spins around, he’s thankful for the distraction. A minute earlier and she would have caught him staring. Again.

She smiles pleasantly and brushes her fringe off her sweaty forehead with the back of her wrist. James’ heart leaps into his throat.

“You’ve been quiet,” she says, but not accusingly.

“No I haven’t,” he responds, voice gravelly from underuse. “Just been busy picking raspberries.”

She glances at his measly basket, then back to his face with arching brows and an amused smirk.

He can’t help his own guilty grin. “Alright, Evans, I’m sorry we can’t all be unreasonably talented at everything we do.”

“It’s berry picking, Potter,” she laughs, “not advanced Arithmancy.”

In retaliation, he plucks a raspberry off of the nearest branch and playfully throws it at her. She somehow has the gall to lean her head back and catch the goddamn berry between her teeth. His brain short circuits. He’s quite certain his jaw is on the ground. She acts as though this is no big deal, swallowing the fruit with a satisfied smile, her tongue brushing her lower lip before tossing another into her mouth.

“Oh, these are delicious!”

He can’t form a response even if he wants to. Even if it was a matter of life or death, which it sure as hell feels like. He can only stare at her mouth, at her lips stained raspberry-pink, and lose himself in the knowledge that he knows how they feel against his own- even just briefly.

***

The platform teemed with students stretching their legs after the long journey home from school, saying their goodbyes to friends as their families greeted them for the summer.

A pit sat in James’ stomach- heavy and demoralizing- the entire train ride back to London. He knew she’d be gone soon. Back with her parents in Cokeworth for two excruciating months before their seventh year began. He’d taken their close proximity for granted during the school year, and as he faced a summer without the promise of her warmth, he wondered if it was even possible living in the dark.

He laughed loudly at a joke Peter told, overcompensating for the fact he’d missed the punchline while his thoughts were spiraling over her. Sirius shot him a look that suggested he wasn’t doing a great job of masking his emotions. Had it been so obvious the entire way home? Could she have noticed the despondency in his eyes, heard the heavy thumping of his heart? He rolled his eyes at Sirius and mustered up the most unbothered smirk he could manage.

But then, without warning, she was in front of him.

“Alright, Potter, don’t let your head overinflate while I’m not around to keep you grounded.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Evans,” he laughed, thankful his voice sounded steadier than he felt. “Just so long as you promise to consider switching your loyalties to Puddlemere. There’s no way the Harpies even make it to the semi-finals this season, and I can’t bear seeing you heartbroken again.”

“Oh, piss off, Potter,” she replied, but the way she threw her arms around his neck seemed to argue she didn’t mean what she said. Instinctually, he hugged her back, and thank Merlin he had her to hold onto as the wind was knocked out of his lungs at her touch. An overwhelming warmth sparkled across every surface their bodies met, and it took every ounce of control he had to restrain the truly pathetic sigh that threatened to escape his throat.

“And I haven’t forgotten,” she spoke into his shoulder, breath hot thorough his t-shirt, “you promised me berry picking this August.”

It would be impossible to miss the rapid beating of his heart through his chest pressed up against hers. “I’m already counting down the days.”

When she pulled back, hands resting on his shoulders for a beat longer than expected, his body moved faster than his brain could keep up with. He leaned forward, aiming for her cheek, but miraculously landing against her mouth- connecting for the briefest of moments before parting again, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them. If it weren’t for the ghost of her lips still burning against his own, he might have thought he’d dreamt it.

“Lily, I’m not waiting any longer, we’re leaving, now,” came the unpleasant voice of her sister from across the platform.

Lily’s disoriented smile faltered slightly before she composed herself again, meeting his eye. “I’ll see you in August?”

“Yeah, August,” he somehow said with his mouth still tingling, forever changed by what they now knew.

***

The memory of her lips, how they feel pressed between his smile, is harder to ignore when they’re in front of him. He can remember the warmth where they touched him over a month ago and absentmindedly he brings a raspberry to his mouth so he can imagine how she must taste.

His emotions were hard enough to control before he knew what he was missing, but now they are impossible to reign in. He forgets how to breathe, and as a result, his head spins maddeningly. Unsure of how much longer he can stand up straight without making a fool out of himself, he walks forward and lays a hand on Lily’s back- partially to lead her forward, partially because the desire to be connected to her in any way is driving him mad.

She lets him guide her through the rows of bushes, under an ancient wooden archway, and across a courtyard of blossoming poppies and forget-me-nots enclosed by walls of hedges. Yellow and purple petals reflect brilliantly in her green eyes, creating their own fields of wildflowers within her irises. He walks her towards a wide, circular fountain in the middle of the grass where bubbling water spills over onto stone tiers and pours into the basin below, its floor littered with glinting coins, dancing under the water’s rippling surface.

He sits down and she follows suit on the stone ledge surrounding the water, partially shaded by an impressive plum tree. Cool droplets spray off the fountain, refreshing like summer rain singing I love you, I love you, I love you. Lily glances his way and he wonders if she can hear his thoughts.

“Are we finished picking berries?” she asks, eyes squinting and nose crinkling in the sun.

“I figured you had enough to feed a village.” He reaches over and grabs a raspberry from her basket and she gasps in faux outrage.

“Are you really stealing my raspberries, Potter?”

He adores his name on her tongue. “My apologies,” he says, pulling a silver Sickle out of his pocket and sliding it over to where she sits. She looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “For your troubles. Go on then, make a wish.”

“Oh!” Her eyes light up and she takes hold of the coin, lifting it to her heart as she closes her eyes in search of a wish.

He thinks he could look at her forever. Happy, sunkissed, an unconscious smile playing across her lips. With her eyes shut, he uses a minute to take a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart and compose his dopey grin. They’re sitting close together, knees almost touching with the basket of berries between them. As she tosses the Sickle behind her shoulder, he smells the faint scent of her vanilla shampoo.

She noticeably tries to hide her smile when her eyelids flutter back open.

“What did you wish for?” he asks, unable to stop himself.

She freezes with her eyes locked on his. A pink blush spreads across her cheeks, growing darker the longer he stares back at her. “I can’t tell you,” she says, words sounding choked, “or else it won't come true.”

Her flushed face awakens something in his chest, a confidence that blooms magnificently, turns his nervous, pattering heartbeat into a steady, powerful drum.

His voice drops to a hoarse whisper when he asks, “Can I guess?”

Her breath hitches. “I think you might already know, James.” Her words, the sound of his name, melts him down to a puddle. By some miracle, she continues speaking. “Look, I know I’ve kissed you before-”

“But I didn’t do it right,” he says frantically, his hands finding her face and brushing through her hair. He starts to understand why people advise against looking directly at the sun because being this close to her fills him with such astounding emotion he thinks he might explode. She stares up at him, blush deepening, lips parting, and he takes a ragged breath. “Can I try again?”

This time, when she smiles, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

He leans in slowly, letting their breath mix together, their noses bump lightly before he closes the space between their lips. She’s soft and warm and beautiful and radiant and he’s never felt a happiness quite like this one, never experienced a kiss this perfect. His fingers travel over her scorching skin and brush her neck as he deepens the kiss, tasting the raspberries on her tongue, his heart soaring as she responds blissfully until they’re both left breathless.

“And again?” she asks, pulling him back with a smile against his lips.

“And again,” he smiles back, marveling, once again, at the kindness of fate.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

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an: something short and sweet for johnny t.

requested kiss challenge: spin the bottle kiss

pairing: johnny x reader | words: 1.5k |rating: 💙

sum: best friends who flirt nonstop leads to no one in the house believing the two of you are strictly friends. a game of spin the bottle leaves Johnny in his feelings when he’s not the one you kiss.

Friday. Family Night. 9 p.m.

The message was written on the whiteboard, posted on the refrigerator door. After realizing everyone was free at the same time—for the first time in weeks—Charlie had put out the request demand.

Friday morning, she sent out a gentle reminder text to the group chat.

📲 : Have your asses home by 8:30.

The unspoken rule of never upsetting Charlie brought everyone home on time. Showers were taken, food acquired, and a bonfire lit by the time the sun had set.

Three pizzas and half a case of Corona deep, you all have put the stresses of the week behind you.

Charlie stands on a rock, her cell phone recording. Jakes hasn’t even bothered to turn around to watch the action unfold. He’s focused on finishing his slice of pizza, his head shaking as you catch his eye. The newest addition to the house, Mike, is watching with a mixture of horror and admiration. Briggs sends Paige a wink as she proudly watches her dare unfold.

The only one missing from the group is Johnny.

The latest victim of the bottle, Johnny has stopped a nearby group of women, passing on the beach, in their tracks. Stripped, he walks towards the waves. The latest additions to his audience bring a grin to his lips.

“All the way in, J-Man!” Briggs calls as Johnny comes to a stop at the shoreline.

Johnny doesn’t need words of encouragement. He runs directly into the water. The cheers he gets become muffled as Johnny disappears beneath the surface of the darkened waves. Upon his return to the group, Johnny manages a quick bow before reaching for his discarded pile of clothes.

Charlie swipes them, prompting the smile on Johnny’s face to stretch into a grin.

“Stop being shy,” Charlie giggles as Johnny's eyes briefly drift to the camera. “Own your dare--”

“Charlie!” Tossing Johnny a nearby towel, Jakes rolls his eyes. “Don’t encourage him.”

“Shut up, Jakes." Johnny allows Charlie one more view of his smile before he rolls his eyes. "You can’t say anything for someone who won’t even play with us.”

“I don’t have to,” Jakes smiles as he watches Johnny wrap the towel around his waist. Lifting the crust in his hand, he adds. “I supplied the food.”

Johnny kisses his teeth as he picks up his hoodie.

“Man, whatever. We’re supposed to be bonding with Mikey.”

“I don’t know how me seeing your ass is helping us bond, Johnny.”

“Awe,” Charlie giggles. The kiss she presses against his cheek causes Jakes to roll his eyes. “Don’t be jealous. It’s a great ass.”

“It is,” Paige teases as Johnny sends a wink her way.

Rubbing his palms together, Johnny takes his seat alongside Charlie before reaching forward. The empty beer bottle sits atop one of the pizza bottles, waiting to be spun. The rules are simple. You spin the bottle. You get to ask a simple question once the bottle stops spinning: truth or dare?

“Ya’ll ready?” Johnny’s eyes briefly pass over the circle before giving the bottle a spin.

You all watch as it spins, the bottle a blur, making it impossible to guess who its next victim will be. As the bottle begins to slow, it teeters towards Paige, who sits on your right, before rolling to a stop on you.

A smile finds Johnny’s lips as you pass Paige your drink.

“Alright, baby girl, what'll it be? Truth or dare?”

Despite the length of the game, this is your first time being asked the question. Everyone watches as you silently consider Johnny's question.

According to Mike, truth is the safest route to go. There aren’t many secrets left amongst you and your housemates. You beg to differ. There is one secret you would prefer to stay hidden. With that being the case, you only have one option.

“Alright, JT, dare,” the mischievous glint in Johnny’s eyes causes you to shake your head. “Go ahead, lay it on me.”

Johnny knows the rules. No dares can be repeated.

“Since skinny dipping is out,” Johnny’s gaze remains on you while his voice trails off. To no surprise, he leaves a dramatic pause. His hand strokes his chin as he considers the possibilities. “I dare you to...kiss your favorite person here.”

“Oh my goodness, Johnny!” Paige groans.

“What?” The wide, innocent brown eyes Johnny sends her way prompts Paige to toss her napkin towards him. “It could be anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“My favorite person?” You ask.

“Yep,” Johnny nods, watching as your eyes slowly scan the smiling faces of your friends.

“And I can kiss them anywhere I want?”

Johnny’s brow raises as he considers your question. He opens his mouth to speak, but Paige quickly drowns him out.

“Nope, you can’t add anything else, Johnny.”

Your eyes linger on Briggs. His gaze is playful as his bottle stops just short of his lips.

“Take it easy on me, sweetheart,” he grins. The widening of Johnny’s eyes causing him to add. “I’m down to give you free rein. Kiss me wherever you like.”

“Sorry, Pauly.” A smile finds your lips as you push yourself up. “I might have to catch you next time.”

Paul’s hand finds his heart, his eyes briefly closing as he sighs, “damn.”

You dust the sand off your shorts before stepping over the pizza box. There are only two people sitting before you. Despite the dare being his request, Johnny cannot suppress the butterflies that awaken as your gaze briefly studies him.

The smile on your lips grows as your gaze shifts to Charlie.

The rare sound of laughter drifts from Jakes as you settle on your knees before a smiling Charlie.

“Where do you want it, Miss. DeMarco?”

Charlie’s brow arches as her eyes drop to your lips. “Surprise me.”

You both share a soft smile as you take her face in your hands. The kiss you leave against her lips does not last longer than ten seconds, but it is enough to leave Johnny wide-eyed.

After a few more rounds, everyone decides to call it a night. A few hours of sleep will be needed for work tomorrow. You’re in the kitchen, seated on the island, preparing to bite into the last slice of pizza when Johnny swipes it.

“Hey! What the hell?”

Johnny ignores your widened gaze. He pauses, taking the largest bite he can before picking up the discarded beer bottle alongside you. Adding it to the trash bag in his hand, Johnny continues his execution of trash duty.

“Johnny, I was going to eat that?”

You shift, trying your best to catch sight of him as he rounds the island.

“I’m on kitchen duty,” his words come out muffled through a mouthful of pepperoni. “Whoever cleans up gets the last slice.”

Your nose scrunches. “Since when?”

Your question is met with the clanking of bottles as Johnny drops two more into the black trash bag.

“Since now.” Johnny takes a second bite before tying off the bag. “If I were your favorite person, I would’ve shared. But I'm not so...”

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. Johnny sits the bag by the back door before coming to a stop alongside you.

You watch as he takes his time finishing the slice of pizza. As he reaches the crust, Johnny glances up to find your arms crossed over your chest. The pout on your lips brings a grin to his.

“Want the last bite?” He offers the crust, narrowly avoiding the shove you send his way.

You shake your head, draining the last of your beer. Johnny silently nibbles on the crust in his hand, his mind trying the best way to ask the question.

You know it’s coming before your empty bottle can touch the countertop.

“I’m not jealous—so don’t take it that way,” Johnny starts as he pushes himself off his elbows.

“I don’t know why I would.”

“But I thought we were best friends—”

“Charlie’s my best friend too.”

The sweet smile on your lips causes Johnny’s eyes to narrow. “But who’s your best friend?”

“Johnny—” The giggle you release does little to ease his expression.

"What? I'm being serious."

"Yeah? So am I."

His expectant gaze remains as it dawns on you that Johnny is awaiting an answer to his question.

“I mean, say an OP went wrong, and you had to save one of us—”

“I would save both of you.”

The matter-of-fact tone in your voice causes Johnny to pause. He shakes his head.

“In this situation, you can’t—”

“In a hypothetical situation, I can’t do whatever I want?”

“No.”

“Fine, I’d save Charlie.” You respond. Johnny’s mouth falls open in disbelief. “She’s a way better shooter than me. I would need her to cover me. Then both of us could save you together.”

Johnny’s gaze drops to the empty bottle sitting on the counter. “That’s messed up.”

You tip the bottle forward as you take in the pout settling on his features. You point it towards him. Laying the bottle on the counter, you watch Johnny study it.

The corner of his lips turns up in a soft smile as you place a kiss against his cheek. You leave a second one for good measure.

“So, I am your favorite?” Johnny grins as you meet his gaze.

Your lips briefly meet his, the action leaving Johnny wide-eyed as you hop off the counter.

“Don’t tell Charlie,” you giggle as you head up the stairs.

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[kerie-prince]

clumsy

Hermione Granger x fem Slytherin!reader (fluff)

requested: (@chokemepansy) im terrible at requesting because i blank on ideas BUT anything for hermione please <3 take your time ily 💓

warnings: a single curse word, but mainly just soft hours

summary: Hermione has her very first date with you at Hogsmeade (song inspo from Fergie's Clumsy) (pardon my lame ass summary)

a/n: ty for requesting, luv 🥺 hope you like it! i made the reader slytherin just bc of you <3 and yes, i put in an outfit inspo but it's not like the cringy ones from wattpad

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

You came to love the smell of parchment and books. The sound of pages being turned, the feeling of a new book in your hands. You loved them because it made you think of Hermione.

Merlin, you were infatuated with everything about her. The excitement in her voice when she talked about her favorite books, the small paper cuts on her fingers from turning the pages – she didn't mind them as it was normal for her – and the look on her face when she received praise from professors.

She was all you thought about and you wanted to go to the top of the Astronomy Tower and yell out "I LOVE HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER" for the whole school to hear. And you were positive she felt the same. Hermione would refuse to let go of your hands when you walked together from class and on some occasions, you'd catch her staring at you during study sessions. Just like she was doing now.

"Miss Granger, for the last time, I am asking you what are the contents of polyjuice potion?" Snape was hovered over her desk. Hermione jumped in her seat and turned to face the brooding professor. Your Slytherin housemates who sat at the back of class laughed at her startled state as she named the contents. You looked back and glared at them all. When Snape left your table and continued his lecture, you leaned closer to Hermione and whispered as low as you could, “Are you okay? You seem kind of distracted,” you noticed.

“Y-yes, I'm fine,” Hermione stuttered. Snape excused the class and Hermione waited for you to be done packing your things just so she could hold your hand to the Great Hall. “Are we still going to Hogsmeade on Saturday?” you asked.

“Harry’s got detention with McGonagall for ‘ accidentally’ turning Crabbe into a water goblet in class,” Hermione used her free hand to make air quotations, “and Ron’s busy with Lavender that day.” She had a sad look on her face, thinking that they wouldn't be able to go to Hogsmeade after all. You picked up on it and had an idea. “So, just the two of us then?”

Hermione’s chest became warm, “Okay. It's a date.” Your eyes slightly bulged out and to Hermione, you had an indistinguishable smile, “I mean, not like a date date, but a girls date.” You weren't sure if she meant it like that, but you laughed at her stumbling her words. The always composed girl becoming a cute, blubbering mess for you. Not that you knew for sure it was because for you but you’d given it a lot of thought.

She never held Harry’s hand like she did yours unless he was upset about something and she was comforting him. And she certainly never held Ron’s hand. Nor does she ever hug him knowing Lavender would go ballistic. Not that she’d ever want to. He was her best friend, yeah but she had never gotten used to it. They both had an unspoken thing to not hug.

“Sounds fun,” you chirped, “can’t wait for it.” You gave her a lingering hug before going to your table. You sat in between your best friends Pansy and Daphne. Pansy had a smirk on her lips once you were in her line of sight, “Did you finally tell Granger?” You knew what she was talking about and nudged her arm with your elbow, “Shut it.” The two girls chuckled and gave each other knowing looks. “I might tell her on Saturday,” you disclosed.

They had matching shocked faces; for nearly a year, they’ve watched you pace around their shared dorm debate with yourself whether or not to tell her about how you feel. You’d have a sparkle in your eyes every time you talked about her and nearly spent every day with her. They weren't upset about it. In fact, they couldn't wait to see you two together. But you were unexpectedly insecure by thinking of the worst case scenario in which she’d reject you.

“That’s great, Y/N/N. I’m so happy for you. I know everything will turn out well,” Daphne supported. Pansy nodded and pointed to Daphne as to say ‘Me too’. You grabbed the hands of both girls and held them tightly, “Thanks, girls. I love you guys.” You wrapped an arm around both of them and brought them in for a hug. Daphne returned it while Pansy made a fake coughing sound. “I can’t b-breathe,” she exaggerates. You held on for a couple seconds more before letting go and started eating. “Okay, so how is this happening?” Pansy asked.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade together on Saturday,” you inquired. “So the whole lot is going as well?” Pansy was talking about Harry and Ron of course.

“No, just the two of us alone,” you replied, taking a bite of the chicken on your plate.

“You mean, this is a date?” Daphne exclaimed. “We’re going to help pick an outfit, no questions asked.” She had a stern look that dared you to talk back. As sweet as Daphne is, once her mind is set to something, she doesn't budge. You accepted it and was met with her usual warm smile. Inside, you were ecstatic and couldn't wait for Saturday. Your crush has gone on for too long, and you were tired of waiting.

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Your dorm mates got you up at the crack of dawn. And by crack of dawn, it was actually 10 am at most. They made you change into every outfit they picked out which totaled in 8. You appreciated everything they were doing, but some of the outfits were too much for a day in Hogsmeade. Daphne picked out tennis skirts with cropped argyle sweaters. Pansy picked short dresses that stopped at your mid-thigh and black wool turtlenecks to go over them. They had completely different aesthetics which is what probably made them perfect friends.

You settled on something casual; a thick striped long sleeve polo with light blue jeans and white trainers. It was going to be a nice spring day and you didn't want to wear something that would be too short and you get cold later. Daphne did your hair in two French plaits and Pansy did your makeup modestly. Once you were done, it was noon and you rushed to meet Hermione for your ‘girl date’.

She took the air straight from your lungs. She looked more breathtaking than the night of the Yule Ball. You distinctly remember being incredibly jealous of Viktor Krum and beat yourself up for not asking her before he did. But now, if he was here, you were sure that the famous Quidditch athlete would be jealous of you.

Hermione’s usually wild hair was tamed into smooth wavy curls that framed her delicate face. She wore a floral print button up that was definitely new as you’ve never seen it before. Or did she save it just for you? Her navy jeans hugged her ankles and she donned light pink flats. And probably for the first time since the Yule Ball, she had mascara and lipgloss on. Casual, but perfect.

Your face was flushed, and you weren't sure if she was also blushing or if maybe she was just wearing blush. “Shall we?” You reached out to grab her hands – her soft hands – and waited for her response. She didn't say anything when she laced her fingers with yours and started walking on the path to Hogsmeade. Hermione was about to say that you looked pretty when she tripped over a small rock on the pathway. “Are you okay?” you expressed concern. She was still holding onto your hand as she steadied herself up, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

You snorted and had to hold the butterbeer in your mouth, “Ron did what?” Hermione laughed as she told you how Lavender exploded on Ron for forgetting their anniversary and when he tried to make it up by giving her chocolates that he got from his older brothers, Lavender instantly grew a huge chin that drooped over her neck. Ron had gotten so mad at them and in unison, they told him ‘Why’d you think we’d ever give you real ones?’

“So that’s why no one has seen her for a couple days!” you noted. She was nodding as she laughed. You could only imagine what it was like to see it in person. Poor Lav. You went back and forth talking about whatever went on since the last time you were together.

Hermione went on talking about a new book she read about over the winter holiday. The way she expressed her emotions and passion for it made you fall for the Gryffindor girl more. When you hadn't said anything, she stopped and lowered her head, “I’m boring you, aren't I?”

You sat straight in your chair and fumbled your words before reaching out to grab her hand from across the table, “No, no, no, of course not. I could never be bored of you, I love you.” Your eyes widened. You didn't exactly expect to let it slip out like that, but you studied her reaction to see if you could leave it at that or otherwise. She sat still with a poker face. “Y-you’re my best friend, Mione–”

“I love you, too,” she confessed. “Huh?” Please, please, please tell me I heard her right. You didn't get to fully process what she said because after a few seconds, she gathered all her courage and reached over the table to give you a quick peck on your lips. It would've been a sweet moment hadn't she accidentally knocked her glass over in the process. Everyone in the Three Broomsticks had their eyes on you, Hermione’s face beet red and lowered out of embarrassment. You tried cleaning the mess and out of nowhere, Hermione ran out. Fuck this you thought as you ran after her.

“Mione, wait!” She hadn't gone far and luckily for you, she listened. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes averted from yours. “Where are you going? Aren’t we on a date?” Confidence had finally kicked in when you asked her. Hermione’s breath hitched. She couldn't see anything in your face that showed you were joking. Because you weren't. “Yes,” she grabbed your hands and started walking towards the other shops in the small village. Until once again, she nearly fell back when she nearly slipped over another rock on the ground. You supported her back up and giggled, “You’re so clumsy.”

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requests open!

[carolmaximoffs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAIT OMFG i can’t believe so many of the coolest ppl in my life that i know are aquas. ily you’re NINETEEN that’s wild!! you know i love a good roommates or friends w benefits fic gimme gimme gimme 😗💜

a/n: THIS IS SO LATE AGH...here is your long overdue wanda x reader roommates fic, my love! so sorry for the wait, but thank you for your sweet words and your patience <3 @subtlebucky

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none really? maybe a curse. references to drinking, partying. jealous! reader. apologies to anyone named jillian, beck, or yasmine. sharing a bed, but not in THAT way. 

WHEN YOU WAKE UP, you smell coffee already brewing. You stretch leisurely as you pad into the main part of your shared apartment, faux-flirtatious smile already gracing your lips.

“Smells good, baby!” You call. The laughter dissipates from your body as you pause in the kitchen doorway. Wanda is indeed sipping coffee in the kitchen, but is also standing between the legs of a tall, rather buff girl you’ve never seen before who’s perched comfortably on your island. “Oh.”

"Jill, this is my roommate, Y/N," Wanda says, perfectly at ease. You wonder if your eye really does twitch at the sight of Wanda's hand on Jill's thigh, but you pray it's just your imagination.

“Hi, uh, I didn’t - we’re not - hi.” Your face burns as you duck past them, reaching up into the cabinet for your mug before realizing it’s missing. You whirl around, about to ask Wanda, when you see it. And Wanda must realize it the same time you do, because she gives you this tight smile and wide eyes. Jill sips idly from your favorite cup, the one with the funny handle and your initial in rainbow gradient. Pietro, Wanda’s brother, had gifted it to you a few Christmas’s back - you know he’d have stopped Jillian from using it. Instead, you fill the most boring mug you and Wanda own - black, with a white outline of Sokovia in a red heart - and send your roommate a sour look. “I’ll just...”

You jerk your head towards the bedrooms, and stalk off. Maybe out of embarrassment, but mostly out of stubbornness, you pretend not to hear Wanda apologizing and making excuses on your behalf as you leave.

.......

Two weeks later, just when things are returning to normal, it happens again.

Well, more or less. It’s significantly darker out now, and this time you’re putting leftover Chinese food in the fridge when the door bursts open. Wanda all but falls into your apartment, a sharp-nosed girl with a deep violet buzzcut hot on her heels. Space Army Cadet and your best friend are hand in hand, the latter barely tossing you a glance as she drags her guest down the hall. And yeah, you’ve seen Wanda bring people home before - even brought a handful of people home yourself. Hell, one of you two’s closest friends was an ex of hers; oddball physics major, Vis, had been Wanda’s lover for the notable first three years of college.

 Lately, though, you’d noticed this...pit in your stomach, carved a little deeper with each new bedmate. Every time you shook it off - it wasn’t any of your business what Wanda did in her free time. Was it because they were women? You catch yourself wondering, but no - you’d never had an issue with that, why would you start now? Shutting the fridge, you shuffle back to your room, turning your TV up to drown out anything from Wanda’s room next door.

The next morning, the eccentric friend is nowhere to be found, but you did find there was a severe lack of alcohol in your coffee as Wanda cheerily filled you in. Buzzcut’s name was Yasmine, she was in Wanda’s European lit. course, and they’d gone out for drinks to celebrate Yasmine nearing the acquirement of her masters. You stare into your cup and hum at all the appropriate points, choosing not to point out that it was only November and nowhere near graduating season. Maybe Yasmine was on the fast track - Wanda always did like the smart ones. 

You become so absorbed in thought you don’t notice at first that your housemate has stopped chittering away. When you look up, it’s to a pouty frown. You shift in your seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “What?”

“Are you...okay?” Wanda’s frown deepens, brows furrowed as she brushes a stray lock of auburn from her face and folds her arms over her chest. “We...You’ve been a little distant lately, I guess.” 

“I’m fine,” You say breezily, rising to your feet to dump the dregs of your coffee in the sink. Some irritating heartstring twangs at your tone - you hate brushing Wanda off, but what are you supposed to say? Hey, can you stop bringing girls home? I think I’ve caught homophobia. You repress a shudder at the mere thought as you move to sweep past her and get ready for your first class, but a small hand curls around your bicep.

“Just...don’t be a stranger, okay, kedvesem?” Darling. Swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling curiously parched, you can only nod. Wanda lets go, but you can feel her fingerprints burning like a brand even when you’re lying in bed that night.

.....

The holidays go off more or less without a hitch; there’s a very scary hiccup shortly before Christmas when you come home to find Wanda curled into Vision’s side on the couch, the pair of them sharing a blanket. But Wanda looks...as if she’s been crying? Love Actually is playing, Wanda’s go to Christmas comfort movie, and Vision is texting someone called ‘Peter M.’ with an alarming number of heart emojis, so you continue onward. 

Your subconscious must be looking out for you otherwise, because it’s not until New Year’s that you see Wanda with a mystery lover. Actually, you don’t see much of Wanda at all outside of Christmas, and even when you do, it’s always just the two of you at home. Of course, because of this, she insists on dragging you out for a New Year’s party. When her twin, Pietro, gangs up on you via Facetime, you give up arguing and steal a shimmery black slip from Wanda’s closet before flipping them the bird. 

Pietro arrives around 10 to pick the pair of you up, obnoxiously laying on the horn outside of your apartment building. Wanda trips several times as she tries to shove on her other heel and put lipstick on at the same time. Making it out the door is a whole other ordeal - after a short spat about Wanda needing a jacket, an awkward moment when the elevator doors open on some neighbors practicing for midnight, and finding Pietro just about to buzz in to get you, you and Wanda are sliding into the backseat of Pietro’s obnoxiously cramped sports car.

“Ladies, your prince, or princess, awaits!” Pietro announces grandly as you pull up to a shabby loft just a few blocks away. You can hear the music from the street, sighing inwardly as you force yourself to get out of the car. Wanda smooths out her flowy black pants - you keep your eyes trained politely above her shoulders to ignore the fitted, maroon sequined top with the plunging V-neck she’s paired with them. 

“I’m actually meeting someone here,” She says casually to her brother as the three of you make your way in. Pietro waves her off with well-wishes, but throws you a questioning glance. All he gets however is a shrug in reply, this is certainly news to you. He accompanies you to the makeshift bar where you fill a cup with copious amounts of liquor. It usually wasn’t your vice, but the strobe lights alone could be cause to drink. You made a mental note to ask whose idea this party even was in the first place. when you turn around, though, Pietro, too, has slipped off into the crowd.

So you do what one is supposed to do at sweaty, too-loud functions such as this one - push yourself from your comfort zone, get comfortably tipsy while you wedge yourself into the mass of bodies and move with strangers. As mentioned, liquor and strangers have never been favorite pastimes of yours, so once you finish off your second drink (maybe third - you deserved it), you set out searching for Wanda. Her glittery form is tucked into a corner with a small group you don’t recognize, but you definitely note that she’s in the lap of a tall, dark, and handsome type. She spots you before you can get to her, making excited grabby hands as you get closer. 

“Y/N!” The bubbly young woman squeals over the music. She leans forward to be heard better, and you gulp. “This is Beck! And Jade, and Marcie, and you remember Yasmine!” 

You offer only a wave and tight smiles as you, too, lean in further. “I’m gonna get an Uber!”

“What?” Wanda pouts dramatically, Beck snaking an arm around her waist to steady her as she jolts back in disappointment. “It’s not even midnight yet!”

“No, I know, I’m just not really feeling it, I guess!” Yasmine leads over to whisper something to Jade; it’s the furthest thing from your mind as Wanda reaches out to squeeze your hands understandingly. 

“I’ll see you later! Kisses!” You repeat the word weakly before shoving once more through the mass. The sidewalk and cool bite of the outdoors is a welcome respite - your driver doesn’t speak all the way to your apartment, and you give them 5 stars for it. After a cold, quick shower, you curl up in your fuzziest bathrobe with a cup of coffee and flick through Netflix. You know when midnight rolls around when the neighbors upstairs, hosting a party of their own, cheer and shout to each other. It can’t be 20 minutes later that your door is met with a tentative knock.

On the other side is Vision in the most disarray you’ve seen him in - he’s in pajamas, for Pete’s sake, hair and glasses askew over a chunky knit sweater. He’s supporting an equally-bleary but much more drunk Wanda, and passes her to you with a wrinkled nose.

“Y/N!” She crows, dissolving into giggles as you shushed her. “I wondered where you went.” 

“I told you I was coming home, bubs,” You mutter, hugging her back briefly before you notice Vision is still standing in your entryway. “Hey, how about you go get changed, and then I’ll make you some eggs?”

Wanda agrees, talking animatedly even as she walks away. You look back at Vision, smiling wearily. “Thanks for bringing her home safe, Vis. Did you want a cup of coffee, or...?”

“No, thank you,” Vision quips, polite as ever as he tugs his sweater down over his hands. He jerks his dimpled chin the direction Wanda had disappeared in. “Take care of her, please.”

“Of course,” You reply, instantly, brows furrowing. He nods briskly before turning to leave. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. Goodnight.” He’s almost to the elevators when you call a ‘Happy New Year’ after him, and that earns you a smile. “Happy New Year to you as well, Y/N.”

Back inside, you find Wanda spread eagle on her bed in mismatched socks, an old college hoodie, and the same underwear you’re pretty sure she wore to go out tonight. You poke her heel and she makes a frankly unhuman gurgle into the duvet. “How much did you have?”

“Nah a lah,” Is her muffled reply. “We’on dwink anymo’.” 

You realize she’s right, though you figured she was at least taking some of those dates to bars. Maybe not, though - Wanda was always a romantic. You push the mere though away and tug at the arm closest to you. “Yeah, I know. You’ll feel better if you eat something, though.” 

Her protesting grunts are less effective than when she kicks out blindly, narrowly avoiding your hip, and you huff. “Fine, I’ll bring the food to you.”  You make to leave, but she’s captured your wrist now. Wanda turns her head to make powerful puppy eyes at you. “Stay. Sleepy.” 

“I...yeah. Okay.” You were still a little tipsy in your own right - neither of you were college kids anymore, after all. Wanda’s smile was blinding as the pair of you made your way under her numerous layers of blankets. When she turned the lamp off, you wondered if she could hear your heart thundering in the dark.

“Y/N?” She whispers, just when you think she’s fallen asleep. 

“Yes, Wanda?” 

“I love you.”

You hum in acknowledgment, brushing it off as dreaming.

--------

Midday, you’re roused by someone laying across your stomach and shaking you awake. It’s Wanda, long lashes fluttering prettily as she rests her chin on folded elbows. You scrub sleep from your eyes as you croak, “Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, Y/N.” She says your name with purpose - sort of always has, you realize. You’re running over last night in your head, and like a mind reader, Wanda answers your every question. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Still love you.” Wanda murmurs. You meet her gaze - completely clear, if not a little glazed over with absolute adoration. She pushes up a little, lips hovering over yours. They brush just barely when you speak, sparking like live wires. 

“I love you, too,” You breathe, and finally, finally, she kisses you. 

Things make so, so much more sense then.

[e11evenseggos]

Movie Night

A Nancy Drew (Nace) fic for @averybarkley for the 2021@secretsleuthexchange! I hope you enjoy Alaina!

Also posted on ao3 here.

—————Teaser:—————

Movie nights had become a regular thing at the Drew house. Whenever they weren’t hunting ghosts or chasing monsters, Nancy would curl up on the couch with her two dads and her friend-slash-roommate-slash-cowoker-slash-magical savant, Bess. Though it started with the four housemates, the rest of the Drew Crew would often join them, and Ace was their most frequent visitor.

—————Act I:—————

Nancy pulled out the movie collection and set out the DVDs on the coffee table as Carson finished dividing his perfectly buttery popcorn into bowls. “Is Ace coming tonight?” Carson called from the kitchen. “Yeah,” Nancy shouted back. “He’s been coming over a lot lately,” Ryan said, sauntering into the living room. “Yeah, well, he and Bess are platanchors,” Nancy said. “Pla- what?” “They’re close.” “It seems like you and Ace are close too.” “Not like that,” Nancy said, but her cheeks flushed bright pink. “I knew it! You do like him! You should go for it,” Ryan said excitedly. “I’m not taking love advice from you,” Nancy said. “Yeah, that’s fair.” “And, you just lost your privilege of picking the movie.” “But it’s my turn!” “Not anymore.” Nancy smirked, regaining her composure. “Hey Dad, you get to pick the movie tonight. Ryan forfeited.” Carson entered the living room carrying a tray with five bowls of popcorn on it. “Oh no, what’d you do? Pawn off your chores again?” “No, I— Behind Carson, Nancy shook her head. Don’t you dare tell him. Carson raised an eyebrow, waiting. “I— yeah.” Before Carson could scold Ryan, the front door opened, and Bess and Ace entered from the frigid Maine winter. They shrugged off their coats and joined the others in the living room. Carson clapped Ace on the shoulder and said, “Stop doing Ryan’s chores.” “What?” Ace asked in confusion. Nancy met his gaze across the room and gave him a look that said, Don’t worry about it. He gave her an easy grin in response, understanding as ever. “Okay, who’s ready for Die Hard?” “Hell, yeah, Mr. D. Solid choice,” Ace said as he settled into a chair. “Again, Dad?” Nancy asked. “And to think, we could have had my choice tonight,” Ryan quipped before stuffing his mouth full of popcorn. “No, your suggestions are always the worst, Ry Guy.” Bess said, nose wrinkled. “No offense,” she added as an afterthought with a wave of her hand. “How am I not supposed to take offense to that?” Ryan asked, turning to Bess. “Mm, let’s not get into that,” urged Carson, pressing play on the movie before anyone could argue any more. Halfway through, they had to pause the movie because Ryan drank too many Monster’s. While they waited, Nancy carried their empty popcorn bowls into the kitchen and began washing them. Ace followed close behind. “Want a hand?” “Sure, thanks.” Nancy threw a towel at Ace, and he caught it with perfect ease. Nancy quirked an eyebrow, impressed. They washed the bowls in comfortable silence until Ace scooped up a handful of sudsy bubbles and blew them at Nancy. They landed in her hair and on her cheek. “Oh, is that how you help?” “It’s the only way I know how.” Ace said, faux seriously. “Well in that case,” Nancy said as she scooped up some bubbles and hurled them at Ace. In a matter of seconds, the kitchen had devolved into a full-out soapy war zone, the dishes long forgotten. “What’s going on in there?” Carson called after Nancy shrieked when Ace nailed her square in the face. “Nothing!” Nancy called back before she and Ace doubled-over in laughter. They looked around at the kitchen. “Oh god, we made such a mess.” Nancy said as tears began spilling down her cheeks from laughing so hard. “Here, let me get it.” Ace said, but he slipped on some soap and face-planted onto the hard floor. “Ow,” he moaned. Nancy laughed harder, but offered him a hand up. “Maybe I should get it.” “Maybe you should,” Ace said as he stood up. They were suddenly very close together, and Nancy’s breath hitched. Ace slowly reached up and wiped a bubble off the tip of Nancy’s nose. “Got it.” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “You two made such a mess,” Carson said, entering the kitchen causing Nancy and Ace to jump apart, electrified. “Go on, get out of here, both of you.” Carson shooed them out and began cleaning their mess as they giggled all the way back to the living room.

—————Act II—————

After a particularly tough case one week, the Drew Crew squished onto the couch with George on Nick’s lap and Nancy and Bess on either side of Ace. Ryan and Carson pulled up chairs, and they all sipped on hot chocolate as they watched a holiday film. Nancy took a large gulp and came away with a thin milk mustache. Ace chuckled, eyes aglitter. “What?” Nancy asked. “You, uh— you got a little something there, Nance.” Ace grabs a napkin and gently wipes the chocolate off Nancy’s face. “There, all better.” He said when he’d finished. “Thanks,” Nancy said quietly, just for him. Carson and Ryan shared a knowing look after watching the exchange.

Once everyone was engrossed in the film, Nancy slowly stretched her fingers, reaching for Ace’s hand, which instinctively opened. They spent the next hour and a half sitting close, fingers intertwined. Nancy tried to focus on the story, she really did, but all she could think was that Ace had somehow never been closer and never been farther at the same time. She ached to close the remaining distance between them, but stopped herself. They still hadn’t told George and Nick about them, and she didn’t want Carson and Ryan to find out this way either. Even the hand holding was a risk; anyone could look over and see them, but Nancy couldn’t help herself. The second the credits began scrolling, Nancy jumped up, and said, “Gonna grab a sweater,” as she ran up the stairs. The sudden absence of Nancy stung Ace like he’d just walked out into freezing rain. He was hyper-aware of her presence and even more aware when she wasn’t around. As the others discussed the movie they’d just watched, Ace slipped upstairs. He lightly knocked on Nancy’s bedroom door. She opened the door, and immediately her lips were on his, her hands running through his hair. He pulled her flush against him and deepened the kiss. Nancy pulled away, breathless. She stared deep into his eyes. “God, I’ve wanted to do that all day.” “Me too,” Ace said, his voice hoarse. Nancy grinned and kissed him again.

In the living room, George interrupted the conversation and asked, “Where are Ace and Nancy?” “I think Nancy went to change,” Bess said. “She’s been gone a while,” George said, dubious. “I’ll go check on her!” Bess hopped up from the couch and flitted up the stairs. “Nancy? Ace? You okay?”Bess asked as she knocked on Nancy’s door. “Uh, yeah, we’ll be right out,” Nancy called. “We?” Bess asked. The door swung open, startling Bess, and Nancy stepped out followed by Ace. Nancy was shrugging on a sweater as Ace smoothed down his clothes. “Yeah, Ace helped me pick a sweater,” Nancy said, feigning nonchalance. Ace nodded in vigorous agreement. Bess studied their messed up hair and caught a glimpse of the wrinkled bedspread on Nancy’s bed and smiled to herself. “Sure,” she said. Ace swallowed awkwardly and ran down the stairs ahead of them. Nancy started to head down, but Bess put a hand on her arm, gently stopping her. “You may want to fix your hair and lip gloss unless you want everyone else to find out.” “Find out what?” Nancy widened her eyes, trying to play innocent. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” Bess said. “Thank you.” “I’m really happy for the two of you,” Bess smiled. “Me too,” Nancy admitted, grinning wide.

—————Act III—————

Nancy breezed into the kitchen, gathering her purse and keys. “Going out?” Carson asked, spatula in one hand and whisk in the other. “What about movie night?” A flour-covered Ryan asked, coming up behind Carson. “Can’t tonight. Community liaison stuff.” Nancy said. “Maybe tomorrow.” Nancy closed the door on her dads. Ryan turned to Carson. “She was a little dressed up for going to the station, don’t you think?” Carson’s eyes widened. “You think she lied to us?” He asked. “She definitely just lied to us.” Carson’s eyes widened. “You’re right,” he said, pointing the whisk at Ryan. “What do you think she’s up to? Do you think she’s in danger?” Ryan asked. “Could be.” “What should we do?” “Follow her from a respectable distance. Just until we know she’s safe.” “Yeah, good plan.” Ryan opens the front door and runs out then runs right back in. “Maybe we should turn the oven off.” “Yes. We should also grab a set of keys, too.” Carson said. “I didn’t forget them.” “Sure.” “I didn’t!” “Sure.” Carson and Ryan bicker as they drive to the police station. When they get there, they fall silent because Nancy’s signature blue car is nowhere in sight. “Well now what?” Ryan asked from behind the wheel of his Porsche. “Call Ace. Maybe he can ping her phone.” Carson suggested. Ryan pulled out his phone and called Ace, but it went straight to voicemail. “That’s weird.” “Let’s check at the Claw.”

Ryan and Carson enter the restaurant and find George and Nick in the kitchen. “Hey, have you seen Nancy?” Carson asked. “She told me she couldn’t work a shift tonight because of family movie night,” George said. “She’s not home?” “She left,” Ryan said, shaking his head. He tapped his fingers on the counter nervously. George sighed but untied her apron. “Come on, I’ll help you find her,” she said as she came out from the kitchen into the dining room. “Nick, Bess,” we need your help. Nick emerged from the office, a line of worry creasing his forehead. “Everything okay?” “We can’t find Nancy, and she lied to us,” Ryan said. Bess ran in from the lockers. “I’m coming.”

The five adults squished into Ryan’s car, and as they drove around town, Bess asked, “So what are we helping with?” “Nancy’s missing.” Bess’s eyes widened. “Ah, she’s probably fine. It’s Nancy we’re talking about.” Bess tried. “It’s not like her to lie to us like that,” Carson said. “Isn’t it? I mean, that’s not the point. She’ll come to us when she’s ready,” Bess said. George turned on Bess. “You’re awfully calm for a drama queen. What do you know?” “Nothing.” Four heads swivel in her direction. “Nothing! I swear!” “Bess, where’s Nancy?” Ryan demanded. Bess sighed then said, “Make a left at the stop sign.”

Nancy and Ace sat at a corner table in the dimly lit Italian restaurant sharing pasta when George, Nick, Bess, and Carson burst into the restaurant led by Ryan. They spotted Nancy and Ace and ran over before Nancy could tear her gaze away from Ace. “Ryan? Dad? What are you doing here?” Nancy asked, incredulous. “Uh, hey Ryan. Mr. D.” Ace fumbled awkwardly. Nancy’s gaze shifted past a shocked but pleased George over to Bess, eyes murderous. “I’m so sorry,” Bess mouthed. Nancy sighed, and her eyes lost their fire. “You lied to us,” Carson said, wounded. “I’m sorry, Dad. We just wanted something that was just for us. Keep it simple.” As Nancy’s apology hung in the air, the waiter arrived. “I’m sorry, if you’re not going to dine, then I’ll need to you vacate the premises.” “We’ll talk,” Carson said as the waiter ushered them away. As soon as they were out of earshot, Nancy buried her face in her hands. “Well that was a disaster, and you were right. We shouldn’t have kept this a secret.” “Hey— Ace grabbed Nancy’s hands, pulling them away from her face. “Hey. It’s okay. It’ll all be okay. Wanna go home and watch a movie with your dads?” Nancy let out a fully belly laugh. “Actually, yeah, I do. But we better stop and pick up some rocky road as a peace offering.” “Deal.” Ace grabbed Nancy’s hand, and they walked hand-in-hand to Florence, which was parked down the street.