#and ignored my One True Love for the rest of the trip bc BITCH I HAD A BOOK to get through

[brieflyinfatuated]

Pov: you grew up reading weird fantasy in the early 2000s

[mizunetzu]

Atsumu + Alcohol

If you make him drunk, I will hug you. Also, glad to see you’re back! :>

He’s drunk. Hug me. Now. But ehehe it makes me happy that you’re glad I’m back :,) NOW HERES DRUNK ATSUMU!

Also only @shiny-bun wanted to be tagged sobs reeeeeaaaal confidence booster I know :,)

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Atsumu x reader - Sweet, Sweet Lies Called Drunk Miya Atsumu

⚠️warnings - mentions of alcohol through the fic. reader records videos of atsumu drunk whenever he sees him. It isn’t in a sexual way at all; and reader doesn’t touch atsumu unconsentually at all. Just likes to watch him drunk bc he loves him still :,)

Also: FUCKING ANGST. you know it’s fuckign angsty when I got emotional writing it. Also, grammarly proof read it don’t trust it.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“I think we should break up.” 

(Y/n) blinked, before down casting his head. He said nothing for a while, before opening his mouth again bluntly.

“...ok.”

Atsumu furrowed his brows. He gripped the coffee mug resting on the cafe table just a bit harder. He certainly wasn’t expecting that answer. “...Ya aren’t gonna ask why? Yer just ok with it?”

“Well,” (Y/n) emotionlessly bit into a small biscuit. His expression was unreadable, blank like a piece of paper. “It’s not like I can change your mind, ‘Tsumu.”

“But...can I at least know why?”

The two went silent. Atsumu pursed his lips, trying to find the words to say while (Y/n) sat there expectantly. Eventually, Atsumu looked back up from his coffee mug.

“S’a lot of reasons, I think. ‘M busy with volleyball, ‘specially since it’s my job now,” Atsumu chuckled awkwardly. It was true, with the Black Jackals, he was being paid to do something he loved. “And...I...”

“I think I found a girl I really like.”

(Y/n) looked down at his lap numbly. He already knew it was coming, he wasn’t blind to the faint lipstick marks Atsumu tried to wipe away when he came home, or the smell of expensive perfume that stained him when he would come back from ‘practice’. He knew, he knew yet...

“Ah.”

Was all he could say.

——

Atsumu downed his third can of cheap beer, hissing loudly and slamming it down on the bar.

“I hate life! M’gonna fuckin’...! Run away and shit!”

Sakusa hummed. “Oh no. What happened now.”

Loud, irritating club music blared through the bar’s speakers. Atsumu slumped over the counter, making Sakusa and Bokuto lean back.

“Oi! ‘Tsum-Tsum! What’s wrong buddy?” Bokuto poked repeatedly at Atsumu’s head, making him groan and pathetically try and flick his hand away.

“M’...M’so sad...” Atsumu whimpered. Sakusa rolled his eyes while Bokuto frowned. Atsumu continued to mumble sadly into his arms until he slowly became more agitated, and whipped his drunken head up. 

“Shoyo’s got a nice boyfriend! That fuckin’...Kodzuken youtuber dude! Why can’t I! If I were Shoyo, I’d be laying on my boyfriend’s lap and bein’ all cute and shit —but here I am! Fuckin’ drinkin’ and bitchin’ and fuckin’...fuck! Fuckin’ Shoyo! Fuckin’ Kodzuken! Fuckin’—”

“But didn’t you just break up with that girl you were seeing for like, months now? Thought you were straight, man!” Bokuto said, playing with the little garnish on his drink. Atsumu deadpanned, swallowing thickly before letting his head thump down onto the table. 

“Thought I was. M’gayer than if unicorns shat me out.”

Sakusa sipped on his fancy, green drink. “Is this about (L/n)-san, again-“

“‘Course it’s about (Y/n)!”

Atsumu waved at the bartender to grab him another drink. The bartender looked him up and down, before shrugging and leaving off to grab another beer. Sakusa looked at Atsumu with a disappointed expression.

“You do realize that every time we drink, you get shit-faced drunk, complain about (L/n)-san, call (L/n)-san, then he picks you up and you wake up in his house because he’s too nice to refuse to pick you up. And you regret and bitch to me every single time.” Sakusa closed his eyes and took a long sip from his drink. “Honestly I don’t know why I still come with you guys if I know it’s gonna end up like this.”

“Hey! ‘Tsum-Tsum has his problems and he’s just letting them out!” Bokuto defensively waved his arms around, gesturing to Atsumu on the table, laying down his head in his arms. Both Sakusa and Bokuto were pretty sure he was ugly sobbing. Or at least babbling nonsense that sounded like sobs.

“He can’t even sit up straight. And Miya-san was the one who broke up with (L/n)-san for another girl. He has no right to be complaining.”

“S-Still! ‘Tsumu’s the homie! Let him rant!” Bokuto chugged down his drink. 

Sakusa fished his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled down his list of contacts, before clicking on one that read ‘(L/n)-san. (Atsumu’s pick-me-up)’. The phone’s screen turned black, displaying (Y/n’s) profile pic with a ‘contacting...’ right under it in fine print. 

“Sure, Bokuto-san. Whatever you want.”

——

“Fuckin’...let go of me, Omi!” Atsumu slurred. He, however, made no attempt to push Sakusa off as he dragged him outside the bar. Bokuto had long gone, and Atsumu was a few drinks overdue for his trip home. 

Sakusa sighed, standing out in the cold with his mask pulled up to his face. Atsumu lolled his head onto Sakusa’s shoulder, either in an attempt to push him off or just pure drunkenness. “Don’t drool on me, Miya-san.” Sakusa cringed.

Atsumu was about to retort back, until both his and Sakusa’s attention was drawn to a home-y, black car that pulled up right in front of them. The driver’s door clicked open, and someone in a baggy sweater and sweatpants emerged from the car. 

“Please take him, (L/n)-san. I’m sorry for always calling you to-”

“It’s fine!” (Y/n) chuckled, opening the passenger’s side door for Sakusa to throw Atsumu’s body in. “‘Tsumu’s been drinking a lot, huh? Isn’t this the third time this month I had to pick him up?” 

Atsumu groaned when Sakusa clipped in his seatbelt. He sighed when Atsumu began tugging at it like a child, not knowing how to unbuckle it himself. “Actually, it’s the fourth time. But he has a reason today, I think.”

“He finally broke up with Yumena-san.”

Breath hitched in (Y/n’s) throat. He covered his shock up with a smile, however, and closed the car door with Atsumu in it. “Aw. Well, I better uh, drive him home, now. Bye-bye, Sakusa-kun.”

Sakusa nodded. (Y/n) stepped into his car tentatively. Ignoring the way Atsumu was still tugging at his seatbelt, he started up the car, and drove. 

“I’m...sure you won’t mind sleeping over at my place again...right, ‘Tsumu?” (Y/n) mumbled, more to himself than to the drunktard sprawled out onto his car seat. He silently unlocked his phone, tapping on the camera app and propping his phone up on his dash. He hit record, and withdrew his hand back to the steering wheel. Atsumu eyed it suspiciously, before shrugging it off sleepily.

“Naaaah…” Atsumu slurred. He threw his head haphazardly onto the armrests separating his seat from (Y/n’s), trying to get as close to his ex as possible. “Yer apartment smells good...I miss it...I miss you…”

Shifting so he was still laying on the armrest, Atsumu tucked his arm under his head like a pillow. “Yer so...pretty…love you so much...”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. Atsumu smiled dumbly, pointing a finger gun at (Y/n). “We should-you and I should like, totally get back together n’ shit…” Atsumu stopped, letting out a hiccup, before continuing. “I miss you...n’ I love you…”

Stopping at a red light, (Y/n) looked down at Atsumu, who was staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. (Y/n) averted his gaze, chuckling awkwardly. “...You don’t mean that. You’re just drunk.”

Atsumu shot up. “But I do! M’so sad without you!” Atsumu loosened his seatbelt enough so he could rest his face on (Y/n’s) forearm. “You were the best thing in my life, n’ I need you back! I love you so muuuuuuch!”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, glancing at his camera pointed directly at Atsumu nuzzling his face into his arm. He slowed the car to a stop, taking out his keys and pressing the ‘Stop’ button on his phone. He slipped both of them into his pockets.

“We’re here. C’mon, get up.” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. After sitting in his car for a while, he finally got up, and walked over to the other side to haul Atsumu’s corpse-of-a-body out of his seat. “Fuck...sometimes I wish my apartment wasn’t on the third floor-’Tsumu! You can walk if I support you, right? I’m not carrying you.”

Atsumu pressed all his weight against (Y/n). “What if I want my boyfriend to carry me like a princess n’ shit…”

“I’m-” (Y/n) swallowed. His voice was quiet and shaky again. “I’m not your boyfriend. You say stupid things when you’re drunk...”

Atsumu was about to protest, when (Y/n) looped his arm under his own arm. 

“Let’s go. You need rest.”

The walk to (Y/n’s) apartment was silent.

——

Atsumu pouted, eyeing down the way Kenma was showing a video on his phone to Hinata and smiling. Hinata grinned widely, his eyes glued to Kenma’s phone screen until an obnoxious sigh drew his eyes away. 

“Why’d ya even invite me here...M’just third wheelin’ on yer guys's little date time.” Atsumu frowned, dramatically slumping in his seat. Kenma hunched his shoulders down, suddenly becoming very aware of the way Atsumu not-so-subtly stared him down. He brought his coffee cup to his lips, trying to hide behind the cup itself. 

Hinata defensively wrapped his arms around Kenma. “Oiiiii! We invited you over because you always get super-duper depressed after waking up hungover at (L/n’s)!”

“I’m more depressed now that yer all cuddly-wuddly with yer frickin’ boyfriend while m’sitting here with my single ass!”

“Miya wakes up hungover at (Y/n’s)?” Kenma quietly asked Hinata. He nodded. Atsumu started flailing his arms around, trying to get Hinata to stop talking, but he didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Every time he goes drinking, he ends up crying about how much he still loves (L/n)—and ends up either calling him or someone else calls him to go pick him up. Either way, he wakes up super embarrassed and awkward in (L/n’s) bed and sulks the rest of the time at practice.” 

Atsumu sat there, feeling like he’d been shoved to the front of a volleyball court completely naked. Kenma blinked, before looking down again.

“Oh.”

“That’s all yer gonna say-!?”

“I guess it kind of makes sense, now.”

Atsumu stopped mid-sentence, looking at Kenma with a confused expression. Kenma tried to dodge Atsumu’s eyes again, this time tugging on Hinata’s sleeve.

“...What makes sense now?”

Kenma had the look of ‘I said too much.’, trying to change the topic or hoping Hinata would swoop in and change it for him. But alas, no such thing happened. “I don’t think (Y/n) would…”

Hinata suddenly tugged back at Kenma’s sweatshirt, gesturing to turn around with him for a private conversation. They both turned their heads, mumbling out little ‘video-!’, ‘(Y/n)-!’ and ‘Atsumu-!’s here and there. Atsumu glanced from Hinata, to Kenma, before pouting that he’d been left out of the conversation.

Eventually, both Kenma and Hinata turned around again, looking directly at Atsumu. He stared back at them with doe-like confused eyes, when Kenma fished out his phone. 

“If we show you, you promise to act like you never knew at all?” Hinata childishly extended his pinky finger out to Atsumu, to which he nodded vigorously and hooked his own pinky with his. Kenma piped up.

“The reason I said it made sense was because I found a folder in (Y/n’s) phone titled, and I quote: ‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad)’. They’re filled with video’s of you, drunk, blabbing about how much you love him.”

Atsumu stared at Kenma.

“Yer fuckin’ lyin’.”

“I’m...really not.” Kenma turned his phone screen around, displaying a video filmed in what seemed to be (Y/n’s) car. Atsumu leaned down and peered at the video, seeing his head frozen in place in the corner of the screen. Kenma felt around for the play button, tapping until it started playing. 

Atsumu watched the video in horror, his face going milk white as he watched himself cry and sob about how much he wanted to get back with (Y/n). Right in front of him. The video ended, and Atsumu looked up with the hope of getting hit with a bus. 

“How...did you get-”

“I airdropped this one to myself when (Y/n) was in the bathroom one day because I found this one funny.” Kenma mumbled, turning his phone around and inspecting the screen. “There’s millions of them on his phone, this one isn’t even the worst. Some of them are in his apartment when he’s trying to get you into bed, and I think there’s one where you beg him to cuddle with yo-”

“Stop! Stop! No more!” Atsumu covered his face, embarrassed. Kenma let his mouth fall shut, while Hinata snickered into his drink. Atsumu let his head smack onto the table. “What did I do to deserve this…”

“Hey!” Hinata quipped, his positive voice making Atsumu’s brain hurt. “You know what that means, right?”

“That (Y/n) probably wants blackmail or revenge on me for breaking up with him?” Atsumu grumbled into his hands.

“Wh-no, what,” Kenma said. “He means-”

“(L/n) still loves you! I mean-he saves videos of you saying you love him to watch when he is sad or lonely or whatever, that means he loves you still! It was even in the title!”

Atsumu glared at Hinata like he was squinting at the sun. Kenma shrugged. 

“S’true. He told me himself he watches them when he goes to sleep n’stuff.”

“Yer lyin’.”

“Was he lying when he showed you the video?” Hinata raised his eyebrow. 

Atsumu opened his mouth, before letting it clamp shut and shaking his head ‘no’.

——

Clinging to his side like a kicked puppy, (Y/n) found himself nursing a drunk, sobbing Atsumu at his apartment once more. 

“Tsum-” (Y/n) struggled to stick his key in his door’s keyhole with the way Atsumu was quite literally hanging off him. It was like he was trying to pull (Y/n) to the ground with him. “Atsumu! I’m trying to-”

“Don’t leaaaaave meeee! I love you!” Atsumu sobbed. He wiped his messy face onto (Y/n’s) jacket. 

Finally sticking the key inside and turning it, (Y/n) pushed open the door and patted at Atsumu’s ruffled hair. “I’m not leaving, ‘Tsumu. Just taking you to bed, is all. We’re still...friends...I think.”

“Don’t wanna be your friend.” Atsumu sniffled, as he staggered into (Y/n’s) room with the support of his body. He was thrown on the bed with a loud groan, as (Y/n) went to grab his phone. “We were meant to be together...boyfriends...soulmates…!”

“I wish you meant that,” (Y/n) chuckled, setting up his phone, pointing it at his bed and pressing record. “Gave it up after the fifth time you came here sloppy drunk, though. It really is just you talking out of your ass.”

The hint of bitterness in (Y/n’s) voice increased unsteadily, wavering like a candlelight. “I-I mean, you say all these nice things-then the next morning you either deny everything you said, or leave before I can even say goodbye! Or you don’t even remember most of the time!”

(Y/n’s) disgruntled laugh made Atsumu blink. He eventually simmered down, looking down at the floor and busying himself with searching through his desk. 

“That’s okay though. I have these little videos of your lies to keep me company. I can live with that just fine.” (Y/n) turned to Atsumu, holding up painkillers and setting them atop the desk. “...Sorry for problem-dumping on you, ‘Tsumu. I know you want sleep.”

“Don’t take these yet. They’re for tomorrow.” (Y/n) rattled the painkillers in their box, before producing a water bottle and extending it to Atsumu. He looked at the bottle like it was some foreign object. The water sloshed around when (Y/n) swirled it around Atsumu’s face. “It’s for your hangover tomorrow. Drink up, ‘Tsum-Tsum.”

“Only if you cuddle with me.”

(Y/n) pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then m’not drinkin’ the fuggin’ water!”

“Atsum-!” (Y/n) sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He set down the bottle of water on his nightstand, and rested his hands on his hips. “...If I give you a tiny hug, will you drink all the water and go to sleep?”

Atsumu nodded vigorously.

(Y/n) expected him to stand up and give him a hug, but instead, he opened his arms and sat expectantly, waiting for something to crawl between them. He was so far back on the bed, (Y/n) would probably have to lay awkwardly in his chest until he was satisfied.

So that's what (Y/n) did, after what felt like hours of contemplating and clenched jaws. He bit his lip, climbing slowly towards Atsumu on the bed. Atsumu smiled dumbly, and scooped him up in his arms like a claw machine. 

What Atsumu didn’t expect, was (Y/n) to stiffen up, surprised, before melting into his arms pathetically. He clumsily wrapped his arms around Atsumu’s torso, his body curling into the shape of his own like dough. He let his head slump in the crook of Atsumu’s neck, taking in a shaky, deep breath and sighing heavier than he meant to. 

(Y/n) figured he must’ve forgotten how much he relished being wrapped up in Atsumu’s arms, because he found himself not wanting to let go of Atsumu’s shirt that reeked of alcohol.

Still, after what was probably only a few candid seconds, (Y/n) pushed himself away from Atsumu, who slumped back on the bed confused, and wobbled his way back onto his feet. 

“There…” (Y/n) breathed. He had the most unreadable expression, and his voice was quiet and raspy. “Now-now drink th-the water...you promised.” 

Atsumu shrugged, swiping the water from the nightstand, and chugging it sloppily. (Y/n) went to work removing Atsumu’s socks, pants, and other things uncomfy to sleep in, until he was left in his boxers and t-shirt. Atsumu stared at (Y/n) sleepily, as he grabbed a spare pillow and blanket, and threw them on the swivel chair near his desk.

“...Y-Yer not gonna sleep here with me?”

(Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows, reaching over to stop his phone from recording, and curled up on the chair with his pillow. His voice was meek under the thin blanket he wrapped himself in. “You always ask, and i’ll always say no. Honestly I don’t know why you keep asking.”

“You look cold.”

“I’m...really not.”

“S’comfier on the bed.”

“...I like this chair.”

“I can scoot over-”

“Miya, if I give in and cuddle with you, everythings gonna be sunshine and rainbows ‘til the next morning—where you wake up next to me and regret everything! I’m-i’m trying to save your dignity here so stop asking!” (Y/n) croaked. He clutched his blanket tighter. “You’re drunk! You aren’t thinking! I already gave your-your stupid hug so stop it! How do you think I feel!?”

Atsumu rubbed at his head. (Y/n’s) hot face immediately flushed out, his voice quieting down back into his normal voice. 

“Ah...I’m...sorry. You’re...tired and I probably shocked you with my-by being loud n’stuff.” (Y/n) bowed his head slightly, before shifting away from Atsumu in his little swivel chair. “Sorry. Go to sleep now. Night, ‘Tsumu.”

When he heard shifting on the bed, (Y/n) grabbed his earphones and turned out the light. Plugging in his earphones hurriedly, he switched on his phone, clicking on the photos app and on today's video of Atsumu to cheer him up. He even caught the hug on camera, so he was looking forward to that. 

Dimming his phone's brightness to not disturb Atsumu, (Y/n) scrolled through the video, everything moving in fast-motion until (Y/n) saw himself climb into Atsumu’s arms. He paused the video there, smiling numbly, and taking a screenshot. 

Before he could add the video to the rest of his collection of drunk-sumu videos, he was suddenly hauled up and hanging upside down. He was tossed over Atsumu’s shoulder, not even having time to protest before he was thrown carefully onto his own bed. 

“Hey-Tsu-” Atsumu said nothing, climbing into the bed gracefully after (Y/n) and pulling the covers over the both of them. “Listen to me-! Let me go-!”

“If yer gonna keep sayin’ shit like...like i’ll regret it in the mornin’...fuckin’... let me,” Atsumu slurred. (Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but Atsumu beat him to it. “S’my fault…’n...m’gonna deal with it in the mornin’. S-so lemme hold you.”

(Y/n) knitted together his eyebrows, looking conflicted on what he should do. He’d been so, so good at restraining himself from stealing hugs and kisses from Atsumu when he was drunk, and his reward was the videos. If he messed it up now, would Atsumu be too embarrassed to let himself get picked up by (Y/n) when he was drunk? Was he really willing to potentially give up future lovey-dovey drunk videos, and seeing Atsumu tell him he loved him for one night in his arms again?

He was. 

(Y/n) relaxed, a numb expression on his face. He was just about done. One last time of drunk Atsumu holding him for a whole night, then it was time to move on. Hell, maybe after tonight, and after explaining to a very-embarassed hungover Atsumu in the morning that “No, we did not have sex,” maybe, just maybe, he would finally delete the videos. The video’s of his ex who didn’t love him anymore, feeding him drunk lies of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’, and finally moving on with his life. 

(Y/n) ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a tuckered-out sigh. Maybe after he stopped clinging to the past, he could be normal friends with Atsumu Miya again. 

(Y/n) looked at Atsumu with dry eyes. He let himself succumb to Atsumu’s warm chest, breathing in his scent for what could possibly be the last time. Atsumu purred happily, adjusting so he could wrap both arms around (Y/n), using one as a pillow for him and another to wrap around his body. (Y/n) hummed dryly.

Atsumu giggled. “...Love you...so much.”

(Y/n), for once out of all the time’s he’d always respond with ‘No, you don’t.’ or ‘You’re just drunk.’, said:

“I love you too.” 

“...hehe...he…” Atsumu kissed the crown of (Y/n’s) forehead, before nuzzling it with his nose. “I love you sososo much.”

(Y/n) was quick to respond, even though his throat began closing up and making it hard to speak. You could probably tell he was on the verge of tears. “Me too, ‘Tsumu. I love you most.”

“I love you so much…” Atsumu began, this time his voice way more clearer and sober than what he’d been speaking with this whole night. 

“...That i’d pretend m’drunk just to see you again.”

“...”

(Y/n) blinked, not quite processing his words. He shrunk inside Atsumu’s cage-like arms, before timidly meeting Atsumu’s eyes. They seemed much clearer, less hazy from ‘alcohol’, and they stared back at him with it’s usual ‘Atsumu’ look.

“...huh…?”

Atsumu patted (Y/n’s) head. “Yer so cute. I love you so much.”

“Wh-wait-” (Y/n) tried to wriggle his way out of Atsumu’s arms. “You-you’re not-”

“Nope. All I did at the bar tonight was watch Bokkun and Shoyo-kun drink so i’d smell like alcohol. Then I told—well, paid Omi-Omi to call you sayin’ I was drunk again, so I could see what stupid shit I did at your place when I was drunk.”

“Though,” Atsumu nodded at the discarded phone on the ground, next to (Y/n’s) makeshift swivel chair-bed. “I could've just asked to see that video of me. Or the rest of them, ‘coordin’ to Kozume-kun.”

(Y/n) sputtered, trying to find the words to speak, but finding himself too embarrassed to. He’d, finally, been caught red-handed. 

He sighed, casting his head down, before crawling out of his bed and taking the walk of shame to his phone. “...You caught me,’Tsu...Atsumu. Caught me real good, Atsumu.”

(Y/n) scrolled through his phone, searching for the album full of his drunk video’s of Atsumu. He clicked on it, then waved his phone around guiltily. He turned the phone around, peering down at it sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete all of these...and I...I can drive you home if you want.”

“Nah. M’pretty comfy here.” Atsumu laid back down. “I’d be comfier if you were in my arms again, though.”

Atsumu made grabby arms towards (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked, searching Atsumu for any sort of satire. He found none, and nervously inched toward Atsumu until he was pulled back into his chest. The phone was, once again, forgotten on the floor. 

“Wheeeeeey, there we go~” Atsumu nestled down onto the bed, crooning (Y/n) in his arms and stroking his head. “Ain’t that comfy.”

He pressed a small kiss to (Y/n’s) forehead. “Love you. Goodnight~”

“...Wait, n-no you-”

Atsumu pressed another kiss onto (Y/n’s) face, promptly shutting him up. He tried speaking again, just to have another kiss placed onto his face. This cycle went on, (Y/n) trying to voice out his protests just to be hushed with kisses all over his face, until he reduced into a pile of hot tears, melting his face off raw. 

Atsumu kissed (Y/n’s) tears away. When more kept coming, Atsumu pulled back, stroking (Y/n’s) hair as gently as he could. Gentle was not a word to describe Miya Atsumu, but he sure as hell would try. 

“Stop cryin’...” Atsumu whispered, kissing another falling tear away. “I came here to win ya back, not make you cry…”

“I-I’m sorry-” (Y/n) sobbed out between hics. “I just- I missed you so-”

“I did too.” 

They sat there, small hics coming from (Y/n) as Atsumu quietly stroked his hair, and in all honesty, they would have laid there forever. But (Y/n) finally wriggled his way out Atsumu’s grasp, timpering his way to his phone. 

He picked it up, fiddling with it, before turning his phone screen around. Atsumu leaned closer. 

‘Sweet, Sweet, Lies called Drunk Miya Atsumu (watch when sad) - 0 videos’

“Deleted them all.” (Y/n) murmured. “Figured I wouldn’t need them anymore now that I got you here…”

Atsumu blinked before erupting into a wide smile. He sprang off the bed and attacked (Y/n) with a big, bear hug. “You bet yer ass you won’t!” 

He peppered kisses around (Y/n’s) face, and instead of crying, (Y/n) began to smile.

“Stop it-that tickles! ‘Tsumu-!” The red tear stains on (Y/n’s) face were barely noticeable under the flurry of kisses he was under. Atsumu grinned stupidly into (Y/n’s) skin.

“Ya know full well you don’t want me to.”

And he didn’t.

Atsumu pressed one final kiss to (Y/n’s) face, this time, and for the first time in a long time: on his lips.

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I’m really proud of this 👉👈 I’d like it if I could get a lil,,,reblog,,,with thoughts,,,or comments,,,aha ha ha,,,

Lil thing I found funny

[scandeniall]

actually, i’m dating iwa

iwazumi x reader, but mostly (?) platonic!Oikawa x reader

i just really love college au’s and tried to combine with youtuber!au. Also this is my first time writing for a character other than Kuroo and my 3rd time ever writing hq so yeah this probably fucking sucks

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“Filming a video with the bestie. Send us questions,” you put up a peace sign not even looking up from your phone as oikawa flashed his camera at you for his Instagram story. You’d done a similar post hours ago for your own followers supposed to have filmed hours ago. A head plopping itself caused you to quickly finish your text before tossing your phone on the table in front of you. “Ugh where’s Iwa with the pizza. I’m starving,” the brunette groaned from beside you after you tried pushing his head off of you to which he just continued to put more of his weight on you. “Move your big ass head Oikawa,” you cried out still trying to push the man child off of you. “No because you never spend time with me anymore now that you’re-“ he dramatically huffed “Dude I’m literally with you everyday” It was true. The two of you had been practically inseparable for the past few years. Meeting at summer orientation right before both your first year of college, he noticed you doing the same thing he was. Vlogging, and thus the start of a beautiful friendship. Now in your last year you two have practically grown your social media together, collaborating with him more than you had anyone else (same for him). Hell, you two even lived together for a year before you decided you couldn’t take anymore of the asshole both never cooking and using up all the hot water with his long ass showers. “First of all it’s more like every other day. Second of all where is your stupid boyfriend? The sun is gonna go down before he gets back here. You know i hate filming with ring lights” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at him referring to his best friend as “your stupid boyfriend,” knowing if Iwa heard that Oikawa would be the first one to start running to avoid a hit. The two of you had met through Oikawa. It was midway through freshman year, Oikawa had invited you to his dorm for a study session for the gen ed class you two shared. He failed to mention that his roommate was there taking a nap, and that your loud ass drum beat knocking woke him up. You were absolutely mortified and continued to apologize, literally wanting to kill Oikawa. That was one thing you two had in common and that night not only did he have a grouchy sleep deprived roommate, but an annoyed you to deal with as well. You heard a slight struggle at the door before raining your neck to see that Iwaizumi had managed to make it in, holding pizza and other bags. “Go help Iwa put the stuff down,” you scolded your friend as he watched with amusement as the man struggled balancing the pizza boxes with one hand and the plastic store bags with the other. Once seeing Oikawa just shrug and rest back against the couch saying something about ‘being too hungry to move, before picking up his phone and typing away’ You huffed and got up yourself. Your boyfriend shot you a grateful smile as you took the pizza from him so that he was able to place the bags down safely. “Hey Haji- what's all this. Thought you were going to get pizza,” you said softly leaning against the counter as he began to empty bags. “Just a few snacks for you guys. Thought you two could make the video a mukbang. Although I’m not sure why I did, considering Shittykawa is here to eat some.” Your heart swelled as you both ignored your whiny friend across the room. You just wanted to hug your boyfriend and so you did. Before you could place your lips against his, said whiny friend had gotten his ass off the couch. “Can you two not fuck on my kitchen counter,” as he maneuvered around the tiny kitchen to start getting his food together. “Pretty sure I live here too,” your boyfriend scowled pressing a quick kiss to your temple before letting go of your waist and going to set up the camera for yours and Oikawa’s video. “Also, who’s to say we haven’t already,” you decided to tease, pushing past Oikawa lightly bumping into him. “Remind me to bleach every surface in here later on. Nasty bitches,” “Love you too Tōru” “How is it not living together anymore?” you read out. Already smiling at a chance to drag oikawa. “Fucking amazing! I get to come home to my food not eaten and I actually can get hot water when I’m trying to shower. I-“ “Oh you actually shower? Could’ve fooled me,” “Says the man who always used my expensive body wash,” you retort back looking off camera to pout at Iwaizumi laughing at the two of you. To the camera it would just look like you were refusing to look at Oikawa, not making puppy-dog eyes at your boyfriend. “Yeah because you don’t. Stinky” --- “What’s your favorite thing to do together? “Nothing because I hate this bitch-“ you deadpanned. The room going quiet before you, Oikawa and off camera Iwaizumi started laughing. “I’m kidding I promise. But I’m gonna let Oikawa answer this because he definitely knows what I’d say.” “It’s because we’re the same person. Twin-telepathy. But I’d have to say our monthly road trips with Kuroo and Bokuto. It’s the best time to unwind with my best friends and it’s always fun finding new places and we love taking you guys along with us. Special shoutout to the man, Iwa who gets all of the b-roll and actually records the chaos. Iwa! Speaking of him- he’s actually home for once and is watching us film. Aren’t we pretty,” you watched your best friend recount laughing when Iwaizumi says loud enough for the camera to hear that he isn’t. “Come say hi to the video,” Oikawa begged, deciding to record Iwaizumi on his phone to insert in later. “Oi! Get that camera off of me Shittykawa”

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“Alright guys. We’re gonna do one last question. Tōru, take it away,” you smirked already knowing the question he was gonna pick. “Are you and (Y/N) dating?,” Oikawa read out, picking up his bottle of beer to take a swig while looking at you with a teasing smile on his lips. “Whew that’s an interesting question.   You wanna take that one (Y/N)?” For years the two of you never answered that question. At one point it was genuinely because you two had a crush on one another and while you never became more than just friends, there had been a thing there. After that passed you two just always played off one another for videos, knowing people loved it. Once you and Iwaizumi started dating the more flirty actions had stopped, but that still never stopped people from assuming. You two were almost always with one another, after all. You had been sharing relationship memes on twitter and even let it slip once that you had a boyfriend on Snapchat(although the audio was a little hard to hear as you’d said something like “i can’t find my boyfriend,” in a loud bar. And, to top it off you had recently posted a video of you getting ready for a date night. To anyone that kept up with you all the signs pointed to oikawa However, no one ever paid attention to how in the background of Kuroo’s vlogs how you and Iwaizumi always walked a little slower behind everyone else. No one thought anything during the last vlog with Bokuto when he captured you and Iwaizumi in the middle of the freezer aisle joking about which ice cream was best for root beer floats. Or how you and Iwaizumi would always be standing closer than you should in Oikawa's bar night videos. Of course Iwa’s hand resting on your lower back, occasionally slipping lower had never been caught on grainy phone cameras. “Well,” you took a deep breath. The three of you knew you were going to announce your relationship today but for some reason you were still nervous. Your relationship was one of the only things about your life you didn’t plaster on the internet. Iwa was definitely not one to be all on the internet, despite all of his friends being on there in the open. Not only that, but you were concerned about comments saying you’d been using Oikawa for views or leading him on or any of the crazy shit people come up with. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Oikawa lightly punched your arm offering you a comforting smile. “First of all, no. We aren’t dating-“ you started off. “Don’t forget to add it that you had a crush on me a few years ago” “It was mutual you dumbass,” you huffed. Loosening up. Knowing this half of the video was going on your channel you spoke up again. “As I said. Me and this dumbass are not dating. We’re-“ you pretending to gag, “genuinely best friends.  The love I have for Tōru is absolutely not romantic. However I am in a relationship and you can say that I met him through the idiot next to me.” “Babe you wanna come over here and officially be introduced as my boyfriend to the internet,” you called out. Oikawa mocking you “Yeah babe. Come in for a second.” Before you could even retort you notice your boyfriend signal to you and ducked as you saw a couch pillow fly towards the side of Oikawa’s head. “OW! Iwa that hurt. And stop laughing at my pain (Y/N),” Oikawa cried out. Ignoring your friend you looked up to Iwaizumi leaning over the edge of the couch in the camera's frame, lips hovering next to your ear. “You did it. Now people can stop shipping you with him.” Iwaizumi places two kisses on you for the camera. One on your cheek, the other on the side of your neck before looking up. “Hey,” and with that he was up and out of frame. “You guys see how he didn’t even acknowledge me. Just (Y/N). So rude” “Shut up Oikawa,” you and Iwaizumi said at the same time. Right before the camera cut off i stopped here bc idk what i was even doing because this turned out nothing like my initial idea. idk request if you want and i might give it a try. Also adding pt 3 to college!kuroo soon. 

will be cross-posted on ao3

[essektheylyss]

for the fic request thing: shadowghast + mutual pining (bc i am a basic bitch) if you please?

oh man this was... so painful (to clarify: in a fun way!) to write because if I write mutual pining my brain is just in the background throwing popcorn at the screen like “kiss already, you idiots!” and dear god I had to restrain that impulse. I hope you like it, anon! 

Essek isn’t quite sure how it happens—it’s been something he’s avoided so far, rooming at first awkwardly with Fjord and Caduceus, which had been a fine if strange arrangement, or splitting a room with Yasha, who had sat across from him and sharpened the Magician’s Judge in what he prayed was meant to be a joke at his expense. Or, on most nights, when they stay in Caleb’s hut, sprawled out among the group, trying his hardest not to let his feet nudge someone else.

He manages it, usually, but often he ends up so close to Caleb that he can hear his breath, feel the soft purr of Frumpkin’s chest, that he barely gets any rest, holding his own breath to keep from doing anything that will ruin whatever tentative truce they have now.

Caleb seems the most likely to forgive him, and yet he cannot bring himself to move any further, stuck in stasis where he doesn’t have to think about the way Caleb catches him in his gaze and fixes him there like he’s being dissected.

Where he doesn’t have to think about how much he would enjoy being taken apart.

It’s not what Essek deserves anyway, that kind of intimacy, so even when the others share casual affection, he holds back. Even when Beau roughs him up, or when Caduceus pats him gently on the shoulder, or when Jester hugs him so tightly he thinks his ribs might break, he does not reciprocate beyond what might be polite.

Even when Caleb’s fingers catch his when they work on spells together, he does not let the flush make it to his face, where it might be seen.

And yet, despite what he has tried to avoid for weeks now, he finds himself sharing a tavern room with Caleb.

Veth is gone for a week, off on a trip with her family, whom Essek has continued to avoid any significant contact with. Caleb had tried to pull him into a conversation about the spell they created, pointing out to Yeza that Essek was instrumental in returning Veth to her real form, but Essek hadn’t been able to look either of them in the eye when Yeza had thanked him.

“It was the least I could do,” he’d said honestly, thinking that helping return a spouse perhaps only just made up for the fact of Yeza’s imprisonment, and had excused himself as soon as he’d thought he was able.

The girls had taken one room, Fjord and Caduceus another, and when it became clear that someone would be rooming alone—

“Essek can share with me,” Caleb shrugged, and downed half of his drink in one gulp, it seemed, to avoid the piercing and pointed stares from both Beau and Jester, where Jester was idly painting Beau’s nails—which Beau had begrudgingly allowed, but Essek recognized the helpless look on her face. He too knew what it was like to be so incapable of denying someone, which was probably why he just nodded in response to Caleb’s suggestion, mumbled a quick affirmation, and followed him upstairs when it was time to retire for the evening.

When the door closed, shutting out any further sound from outside, the silence hung in the air between them like a rope, too heavy to put down.

Essek shuffled to one of the beds, dropping his traveling cloak at the foot of it, and sank heavily into the mattress.

“Do not tell me you are already tired.” Caleb’s words were clipped, and when Essek looked at him, he wasn’t looking back. Instead, he sat down on his own bed, cross-legged, and Frumpkin leapt into the space between his legs to curl into his lap. He pulled the necklace of amber over his head, setting the pieces down in a circle, and muttered, “Una.”

His spellbook appeared in the middle of the circle, and he flipped through it absently, one wrapped palm supporting his chin.

“No,” Essek said. He didn’t need to sleep, but he didn’t think he could’ve rested if he wanted to, not knowing that Caleb was awake across from him. He fidgeted, propping himself up on one elbow, and snapped his fingers to draw his own spellbook from its pocket dimension, along with several other books he kept there while they traveled. Setting the spellbook aside, he pushed one open with the hand that wasn’t supporting him, and tried to focus on the words.

The sentences marched across the page like rows of ants, and he couldn’t pin them down enough for his eyes to focus on them. A jittery nervousness buzzed in his fingers, flicking the edges of the pages again and again, and finally, out of the corner of his eye, in the humming silence, he caught Caleb closing his own book.

“Is something wrong?”

He keeps his eyes, unmoving, on the page of his own, and wonders what he could possibly say that would explain why he’s frozen here on this bed, why he can’t look at Caleb, why he can’t speak if he doesn’t want to ruin what little trust there is between them.

He knows that the Mighty Nein have taken him with them not specifically out of a desire to have him around, but to make sure he doesn’t do anything else that rocks the continent, and to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed before he can make up for what he has already done.

His presence here is little more than a prison sentence, he knows, and it is not wise to express interest in one’s jailers.

“Nothing is wrong,” he says finally, before his heart can betray him and commandeer his lungs.

“I have never seen you so distracted from a book.”

And the edge of the bed sinks as Caleb sits upon it, and Essek thinks his heart is the least of his problems when Caleb catches his jaw in one calloused hand and tilts his face up from the book.

Breath doesn’t come with those fingers on his skin, and he thinks that the pressure in his lungs is what it must feel like when Essek crushes the torsos of their foes with a flick of his wrist, everything collapsing inward.

Caleb looks at him worriedly, though his fingers do not pull away. He’s always had a far more calm and steady form of intimacy than Essek can understand—he shares it with all of the party, but he rarely seems to share it with Essek. Still, the small moments where he does, Essek tries not to look at the motions too closely, or risk drowning in them with the weight of what he wishes it meant dragging at his ankles.

“Caleb,” he exhales, and it sounds too much like a prayer, so he clears his throat and steadies his voice. “Caleb, I am fine. Merely a long day of travel.”

“I was not sure if you were hiding any hurt,” he says, and Essek’s jaw clenches, but Caleb continues, “I did not manage to follow you among the chaos of our fight this afternoon, and I wasn’t sure if you were nursing any injuries that Jester or Caduceus might be able to attend to.”

He shakes his head furiously, pulling away from Caleb’s touch, and his skin stings where the chilly air of this drafty tavern hits it. Ignoring the feeling, he sits up and closes his book. “No, no. I would not do that again.”

The group had thoroughly chastised him the first time he hid a wound, where a stray claw had caught him in the ribs. It had not been lethal even though it stung and bled so much he’d been faint, so he had not thought to request healing, but Jester and Caduceus had impressed upon him the ease with which they could fix that kind of thing, no matter how small the injury.

“Okay, good,” Caleb smiles, but his brow furrows instantly as he reads the title of the now-closed book. They’d gone through several towns to track it down, and he’d been eager to devour it, but here and now the words would not stick in his mind. “Something is wrong, though.”

Essek stares up at him. Even sitting on the bed, he is not tall enough to meet Caleb’s gaze without looking up, and the imbalance between them makes this all the more difficult. “You seem to expect some amount of concern.”

Caleb smiles wryly. “I merely thought that if I was such an objectionable roommate, you should go and knock on Fjord and Caduceus’ door now, rather than too much later.”

Essek’s face flushes, and he stammers. “No, no, this arrangement is more than fine.”

He immediately curses himself inwardly at the phrasing. He is trying not to arouse suspicion, and he seems only to be drawing more of it as Caleb raises an eyebrow.

“Very well,” Caleb says, tinged with a sorrow that Essek can’t place, and when he stands, it feels like Essek’s breath leaves with him, and he curses himself again.

“Caleb, I—“ he doesn’t quite know what to say when Caleb stops in the middle of the room, so he rubs his hands over his face before he continues. “I appreciate the generosity that has allowed me a place here. It is far beyond what I am owed, after what I have done. And I am merely… grateful to be alive.”

And he is, that’s true—but he wonders how close to death he will come before he believes himself worthy of the hum in his chest anytime Caleb touches him, when they share space for long enough that Essek thinks he might burn. Caleb watches him intently, and Essek feels as though he is still waiting for more, the way his sharp eyes hold them there, so he clears his throat.

“And I… I am grateful to you. For the chance you have given me, even with how little I have earned it.”

“I do not give you a second chance because I feel you have earned it,” Caleb says, and Essek can still feel those lips on his brow all of these weeks later. “I give you a second chance because it is the chance that was granted to me. Love is not something you earn. It is something you are worthy of, regardless of what you are worth.”

He sits again on the edge of the bed, more space between them this time, and Essek thinks this mattress might as well be a canyon. “I am…” He trails off, thinking of a childhood spent in distance. “I am learning to understand that.”

“Then I will say it again,” Caleb says, soft and thunderous all at once in this room that suddenly feels too small. “My care is something you have, Essek Thelyss. It is not something you need to ask for. It is already yours.”

Essek is so used to veiled meanings and webs of implications, and Caleb’s quiet intensity is nearly inexplicable to him. “And your affection? Is that something I need to ask for?”

He cannot believe those words have just left his mouth, but Caleb flushes almost as red as Essek feels his face is warm, so he stammers to take them back.

“I apologize, you seem very comfortable with the rest—“

“Yes,” Caleb snarls, and the ferocity of the word stops his voice in his throat. “I have spent enough time with them to know where their lines lie, what boundaries have been set. I will not infringe upon yours.” As he leans back, suddenly the space between them does not seem so large. “You seemed uncomfortable with physical affection.”

“I was under the impression that that was something that had to be earned.” He cleared his throat. “I also, ah, do have some discomfort, with many forms of intimacy. It is not something I am used to, I admit.”

Caleb breathes a laugh. “I surmised as much.”

“But it is not entirely unwelcome.”

It feels as though they were dancing around the edge of a conversation, rapidly spiraling inward, and Essek is terrified to see where this collision meets, but even in his fear he is curious by nature.

“I mean to say—yes, there are things I am… not interested in,” he says, eyes locked on the threadbare blanket covering the bed. “But others, I—“

Caleb tugs on his wrist, pulling Essek toward him, his arms settling around Essek’s shoulders. It’s tentative, and Essek makes no move to stop him. “This is alright, then?”

“Yes.” He exhales shakily as Caleb tightens his hold, and thinks that he has not felt as he safe as he does right now in a very long time. In fact, he cannot think of the last time.

Caleb’s lips rest on the top of his head, and he lets his eyes closed, still waiting for the crash. “How about this?”

“Yes.”

One of Caleb’s hands lets go, but he is still warm and held as Caleb tilts his head up to meet his, and Essek can’t bear to open his eyes, thinking he might find this was a dream.

But he doesn’t dream, after all, so he breathes again very slowly as he looks at Caleb, who stares down with the same intensity with which he casts spells. As if this is not a spell he is casting, one that he knows in his heart more than his mind. “And this?” he whispers.

Essek doesn’t answer, only presses his lips to Caleb’s, and he hopes that is answer enough.

[sergeanttpoliteness]

idk if you’re taking requests or anything, if you aren’t ignore this, but if you are I would die for a classic, upside down spider-man kiss with the loml spider-noir. poor guy would probably be very surprised at first but suddenly its his favorite thing to do. thanks I love you and your work!!

AND➝ mayhaps…. a first kiss with noir? if u have time! 

sorry for answering so late nonnies! i feel so bad about that, i promise i wasn’t ignoring y’all. same goes to the few other requests i have in my inbox right now! 

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➹ inconvenient feelings➹ (spider-noir x reader)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: can you tell i had no idea what to call this lol. i didn’t edit either bc… oof. i’ve been struggling a lot with writer’s block (nothing new, honestly lmaoo) lately and someone close to me recently passed away and i haven’t quite… been able to wrap my head around it?? i don’t know, not to be a little bitch but this week consisted of a lot of school stuff, emotions, and anxiety so thanks @ the people who requested this bc i needed to write some wholesome stuff. also thx at my bestie for helping me out w ideas, ily broz. anyway, there’s some minimum ripeter x reader although it’s solely platonic! hope you all have a lovely week (:

taglist: @marvelousmorales

It’s not convenient. Convenient was that one person with the pretty smile whose eyes seemed to possess an affinity to him that one time at a jazz club, or the singer with the honey voice and smooth runs more soothing than the late night singing of a mother to her child. A poor goon who smooched his fist whilst it collided with his face could even fit the designation, really— but what mattered, the simple component they shared, was that all three were just a speck in a sea with no end; an eternal blue void with only more possibilities hiding in the pitch-black depths neither he nor the light’s fingertips could touch. They were safe. Uncomplicated.

Peter stared out the window, at a completely distinct world, far from a city in a vintage film: the ongoing the mechanical song of speeding cars, the newer and taller lit up buildings, the blinking golden lights, identical to a field of a thousand miniscule suns. This was not convenient. It’s… so different— like day and night, water and fire. This meant to swim out of the ocean he belonged to and reach for a foreign land, to run after a mere drop of water when a whole fucking body existed behind him. It’s not safe. It’s complicated.

Your sleepy eyes roamed the same page for the fifth time with no precise purpose, more disoriented than a newcomer in a large city until they traveled and spotted their true destination: Peter’s own sight deeply engulfed in the view outside, the twisting of his brows every now and then filling your mind with wonder and curiosity at what could possibly be running through that brain of his. You could’ve continued with the ogling like the damn creep you were (seriously, you gotta stop it with that, you told yourself), but you slipped and made a mistake— the most laughably absurd misstep— worse than trying to take a picture of a stranger and then, to your utmost terror, the flash going off— which wouldn’t have occurred in the first place if you’d paid your electricity bills on time. Your apartment wouldn’t have been plunged into darkness, and you wouldn’t have, without thinking, your head clearly not in its right place at the moment, slightly tilted your phone and directed your phone’s flashlight right at the side of his face. You quickly pulled the beam of light away, as if that would work; however, his gaze drifted to you. “Sorry.” You blurted out, acting casual and pretending to focus on the journal on your lap. “You were so quiet, I thought you had fallen asleep.” You lied.

“No, I’m awake.” He said, furrowing his brows to himself— of course you already knew that. You mumbled a small ‘good’, holding the notebook close to your face, like a child staring through the window of a pet shop at some puppies, shining the ‘smartphone’, he’d learned, over the pages. You bit your lip, your shoulders shaking with your surfacing laughter.

“Oh, man, this one’s so dumb.” You snickered before running your finger up the paper, clearing your throat. “October 8th, 1999. Today I came back from my camping trip with Peter, Ben, and May. We ate a lot of s'mores— Uncle Ben makes the best! We also told some scary ghost stories, and I even made Pete scream. It was awesome. You will not believe what happened!” You read the last sentence with a dramatic tone, similar to that of a terrible news headline from a sketchy website, making yourself more comfortable on the L shaped bench seat and leaning into Peter’s side.

Peter tensed at first, but slowly, he pushed himself to relax after you rested your head on his shoulder, a quiet voice in the back of his head speaking against his desires, echoing the terrifying thought that he could get used to this. “I don’t know, enlighten me: what happened?” He asked, amused. You lifted your finger, eyebrows raising gradually, building up the suspense. He waited, and waited, and waited, until, finally—

“I have to go eat dinner. I’ll tell you later.” You finished with an unhumorous voice and a poker face. Yet again, he awaited in silence, interested. Man, you took this suspense thing quite seriously— wait.

“And?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s it?!” He looked down at you and you nodded. “Oh, c'mon! You just gonna leave the reader hanging like that?”

You shrugged, wearing a shit-eating grin, loving his genuine disappointment as you flicked the page. “Sometimes that’s just the way it is.”

“Oh, what malarkey!” He laughed softly. You crinkled your nose— malarkey. What a dork.

You resumed scanning the barely discernible handwriting, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards. “Alright, this one does have an ending.” You sat up, rolling your shoulders back only to go back to your position of hunching over the journal. “April 3rd, 2000. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I forgot I had this journal. Something crazy happened.”

“The end.”

“Shut up.” You shushed him, shaking your head. “'I hung out with Peter today. We rode our bikes, had a race down the hill near my house, and I also got a butterfly to land on my finger. Man, I love insects!’ …and I still do.” You smiled and he glanced down at you, his mouth twitching. A peculiar glow in his chest grew, fueled him after he recognized that you felt comfortable enough to share this part of you with him; an insight on the stories that carved you into the person that you were today, the being that made every classy, pearly white grin and musical prodigy so boring, so undesirable.

You shuffled on your bum to turn and face Peter, continuing, “We came back home to play some more. We were sitting in front of the TV when, suddenly, he said my name, and like a normal person would, I looked at him…” You inclined forward, voice quieting, looking up at him.

“You won’t believe what happened.”

His eyes darted heavenward and he groaned. “Oh, lord.”

“He kissed me!” You cried out, with as much emotion that past you spilled onto the paper with the five exclamation marks and the three times you underlined the sentence. You slammed the notebook shut and let out a strangled clamor. “I still remember it very clearly. It was just a peck, but he fucking… smashed his mouth into mine, it hurt so much and my lip started bleeding and everything.” You giggled, abashed, rubbing your eyes.

Peter’s brows rose with surprise, pondering how an alternate seven-year-old version of him from another universe had more balls than him. He had to admit, though, the scene playing in his head was more entertaining than unfortunate. “And what’d you do?” He questioned, his mouth twitching.

“He was just curious and wanted to see what kissing someone was like, so we promised we wouldn’t talk about it ever again. He was so embarrassed, though, and felt so bad for making me bleed that he almost started crying.” You recalled, chuckling as you eyed the cursed diary one last time and placed it beside you. “What an idiot. I miss him.” You sighed, peering up at him, grinning. “What was your first kiss like, huh?”

It was comical, almost, the raging blush that trickled his face, the greyish tint screaming for the world’s attention. It was just a Peter Parker thing, you guessed: blushing like there was no tomorrow. “Uh, my first kiss?” You nodded. “Well… it happened when I was eighteen.”

You put the side of your head against the wall, eyes going round, your inquisitiveness close to that of a kid listening to a grandparent’s story. “Was it romantic?” You wanted to know everything: who the person was, the place, the context. Did he enjoy it? Did he make the move? And if so, then was there a chance that, maybe…

Unlike you, he did not have much interest in the subject; he stuttered, searching for a way to move on from the memory before he imploded. “I don’t, I don’t think anyone’s first kiss is romantic.”

You squinted at him, noticing his obvious attempt at dodging the question, but chose to spare him. Just for a few milliseconds, though. “Have you ever had… a perfect kiss?” You said, unsure of how to word such a silly question. He shook his head and you hummed, silently taking in a quick breath, your gaze moving to your right. “Have you thought about what you want it to be like?”

Should he say it? He wanted to. He really did. But he couldn’t, even if his eyes almost flickered down to your lips. “Who thinks about that?” He muttered. Perhaps he had. Perhaps he’d been guilty of having the thought slither into his mind once or twice— possibly more than just that. Perhaps it’d pestered his mind as of recent, like that damn small scratch on his glasses that won’t go away no matter how many times he tried to wipe it away as if that would even help. Perhaps it returned as you unconsciously licked your lips and raised your shoulder, a bashful grin growing on your face.

“I have, when I’m bored. An upside down kiss with a cute guy.” You admitted, your eyes narrowing afterward, only just now realizing how bizarre the idea was once you said it aloud. Your impatience throbbed in your head so badly you didn’t mind the embarrassment as much, though. You really were doing this, huh? “I think I found the cute guy.” You hinted, your heartbeat pounding in your throat.

He understood the insinuation, of course he did. But what better way to run from your feelings than close his trembling hand into a fist, pretend to be clueless, and act like an idiot?

“Who’s the lucky fella?”

Didn’t think he was so stupid, you grumbled in your head, masking your faint irritation. You pressed your lips together, sight on your cushions. “Someone I like quite a lot.” You vaguely said, voice distant. “Though I don’t think you’d understand— you’re not one to fall in love, no?”

It was half a joke but half a real question, one with solely one right answer you yearned to hear from him if you got lucky enough. Peter blinked nervously, fear burning in his stomach, clenching his insides as his tongue dared to break free from his control, from his cowardly spell. “Lately I’ve had someone in mind.” He breathed out, close to breaking out in a sweat. He watched how your eyes dimly lit up, hesitance impeding the light from fully glowing.

“Really? And who is this ‘someone’?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Tell me.”

“Not now.” He gulped. You pouted, begging with your eyes. “N-no.”

“Are you ever gonna make a move?”

Peter drew his lower lip between his teeth, feeling dizzy just by thinking about it; the downfall of the relationship once the distance became too much, once the malaise with no cure finally rotted the adoration, infested the heart, decayed it. “No.” Same answer. Same bedeviled word that boomed in his head whenever his emotions were close to getting the best of him.

“Why haven’t you done it yet?” You whispered, not caring anymore about how obvious you were

being. He frowned. Why hadn’t he done it yet?

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Why not?”

Why not? His own thoughts repeated, betraying him. The confusion unlatched the cage, released all the questions and doubts about his reasons and dread. They crowded his brain, rang in his ears. “It’s… it’d be too hard to keep the relationship alive.” He retold more to himself and the storm of interrogations than you.

Your brows snapped together, your own fear knocking on the door again. “Is it not worth it to try, though?” It’s what you’d told yourself: the antidote to unfreeze your limbs and wave goodbye at the concern hanging in there, because… was it not?

In the overwhelming haziness, he finally looked at you. It’s what he needed to come upon a realization, a truth he knew all along but crumbled and threw away. Everything hushed, one single, final phrase in the quiet of it all.

Convenient wasn’t what he wanted.

“It is.” He said under his breath.

You heard him, and your eyes twinkled. “Well, then make the move.”

He couldn’t help it anymore. His eyes found your lips.

“I will.”

You stared at each other for a moment, anticipation never more warming than right then as it fluttered in your chest. To your biggest disappointment, he broke eye contact and stood up. “Close your eyes for a moment.” He ordered, his face indistinguishable in the dark now that he was further away.

“Creepy, but okay.” You huffed, your eyelids fluttering shut. “You better not be running away right now, you’d break my poor ol’ heart.”

“Don’t worry, that’s not the case.” You heard him say. You trusted him, which could’ve been a terrible choice. The total silence that followed didn’t put you to ease at all, honestly. Maybe you annoyed him so much with your questions that he was about to murder you, and if that’s what was happening, you were quite sad, to say the least.

Your eyelids were itching to open and you lifted a brow, straining your ears to distinguish any sign of his presence. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re not gonna believe what’s about to happen.”

You snorted at his reference, but his voice was… oddly close. You opened your eyes, and— “Oh, fuck!” You yelped and jumped back in your seat. Damn right you weren’t gonna believe what was about to happen, for Peter dangled from the ceiling right in front of you, upside down.

“Is it too much of a strange idea? I was going to simply stick to the ceiling upside down, but then I thought… that’d be… worse.” He clumsily explained. You looked up at the web he hung from, laughing in disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing?” You repeated, but you weren’t mad— your large smile backed that up. You couldn’t figure out if it was a blush creeping up his face or if it was from the fact that he was upside down. Both, maybe.

“I’m making a move.”

You giggled, glad you confessed what you considered to be a perfect type of kiss to him or else you wouldn’t had witnessed how absolutely ridiculous he looked right now. “So you’re willing to help me check 'kissing someone upside down’ off my bucket list?” You smirked.

He grinned. “It would be my pleasure.”

You bit your lip, placing both hands on his head. “Alright, then.“ 

You leaned forward, the tip of your nose brushing against his chin. You softly kissed the area below his bottom lip to tease him, but he didn’t want to wait any longer. Not after so long. Quickly, he enclosed your own bottom lip with his mouth, lastly fully aware that inconvenient truly was magnificent.

[gryewaren]

i was tagged in a couple of games this past week so i’m just gonna make one post answering them all because they’re fun and i have the time so here we go

rules: answer the questions and tag blogs you would like to get to know better tagging: (you can choose what game u wanna do or something lol or ignore if u want but i wanna know u all a bit better <3) @pcnsypcrknsn @polaroids @gansaey @twinminyards @henriettablues @adamparrishes @aridantes @ccress @dirkqently @mavenbarrow @donnattartt @perspective

tagged by: kahlia @monstrouss  ♥ 

nickname/s: kim

gender: female

star sign: cancer 

height:  5′2″ fuc

time: 1:37 pm, i don’t have classes rn which is a fucking miracle

birthday: july 21

favorite bands: mayday parade, pierce the veil, 5sos (yES), fall out boy

favorite solo artists: ed sheeran, sam smith, selena gomez, kaleo, niall horan, james arthur, lauv, lorde

song stuck in my head: laro by autotellic

last movie i watched: in the cinema? thor: ragnarok (11/10 recommend)

last show i watched: black butler, it’s an anime

when did i create my blog: created this one december last year

what do i post: lit, some films, and just anything i find pretty 

last thing i googled: "how to get rid of ‘index’ in photoshop”

do i have any other blogs: nah

do i get asks: what are thoooose

why i chose my url: bc i’m ronan’s bitch

following: 400-something

followers: 1,6k-something

average hours of sleep: 4??? 5???? most of the times i get around 3 hours of sleep bc the universe thinks i dont deserve rest

lucky number: seven

instruments: none

what am i wearing: a shirt and boxer shorts

dream job: a surgeon

dream trip: greece

favourite food: shanghai rolls???? hAHAHA

nationality: filipino

favorite song right now: midnight train by sam smith

tagged by: nicole @nhmesis  ♥ — Relationship Status: ???? — Favourite Colour: soft colors like rose gold, beige/nude, white — Lipstick or Chapstick: lipstick??? — Last Song I Listened To: queen by atronach’s aura — Last Movie I Watched: thor:ragnarok — Top 3 TV Shows: friends / big bang theory / yuri on ice (bc why not) — Top 3 Bands/Artists: mayday parade / ed sheeran / 5sos — Books I’m Currently Reading: the goldfinch

tagged by: shanaz @aphrocilles  ♥

name: karen nickname: kim height: 5′2 birthday: july 21 fave color: beige, white, rose gold 10 most played songs: wolves by selena gomez / the thrill of it all by sam smith / get you by daniel caesar / lie by NF / stranger things by kygo / nightmares by all time low / beside you by marianas trench / drunk by zayn malik / sleep tonight by december avenue / three cheers for five years by mayday parade 7 favorite movies: kill your darlings / the great gatsby / salt  / inception / call me by your name (even tho i still havent seen it) / the curious case of benjamin button / the hangover 1,2, and 3 6 favorites tv shows: im not a big fan of tv shows omg sorry 4 celebrity crushes: selena gomez / angelina jolie / tom cruise / timothee chalamet 1 thing that defines you: is it bad that i can’t think of anything

tagged by: ana @kerahs  ♥

nicknames: kim gender: female sign: cancer height: 5′2 time: 10:56 am birthday: july 21st favorite bands: mayday parade, ptv, fob, 5sos favorite solo artists: ed sheeran, niall horan, sam smith song stuck in my head: HIM by sam smith last movie i watched: thor:ragnarok last show i watched: black butler when did i create this blog: december 31 2016  what do i post: mostly the raven cycle, all for the game, and six of crows. some ya lit edits and the occasional aes posts what did i last google: latin translation (bc of that maggie reply on one on the posts of her tweet) other blogs: deleted them all lol but i used to own vxalentino and hemmosbitch do i get asks: i wish following: 380 followers: 1,669 babes  ♥ average hours of sleep: 3-4 hours??? on school nights lucky number: 7 instruments: zero what am i wearing: fuck im still in my pajamas favorite food: uhm???? last book i read: the goldfinch (but i havent finished it yet, that still counts right?) 3 favorite fandoms: trc, aftg, and yoi

tagged by: victoria @neiljostnss  ♥ 2ND RULE: bold the statements that are true

APPEARANCE: I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short(ish) hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it   There is something much I would change about my personality ABILITY: I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports (i used to, sigh) I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing I do or have done martial arts EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts RELATIONSHIPS: I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages I have made a new friend in the past year

[dracoandluna]

Prompt: Based off of Taylor Swift's song and music video, "You Belong With Me". Modern AU. (This takes place in America so don't hate me that they don't use British slang!)

Draco heaved a great sigh before collapsing onto his bed. He lay there for a few moments, just letting the stress of the day melt off of him and into the depths of his mattress.

He hadn’t heard back from Hogwarts yet, his dream school, he was pretty sure he had just bombed that AP Calc test (it made no difference to Lucius that Draco was in BC, not AB), his team had lost their last football game, nearly disqualifying them from the regional championship, and his girlfriend (emphasis on girl, vague connotation on friend) was being a complete bitch (though he supposed that was nothing new, he just wasn’t used to it being directed at him).

After lying down for a few moments did nothing to relax him, Draco grudgingly got up and ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly messing it up. On almost instinct, Draco glanced over to the left and saw that Luna was in her bedroom too, lying on her stomach on her bed, writing or drawing in a tattered journal.

Draco had lived in entire life in this house, and Luna, his neighbor, had also lived her entire life in the house right next to his. His childhood was filled with memories of playing outside with her in the summer, and being holed up together inside during the winter. As a boy, he had seen Luna something akin to a sister, though even at the age of seven Draco had easily concluded that she was far too barmy to share any blood with him.

He couldn’t help but smile as he recalled the time he and Luna had entered the local soap box derby at age nine and had won against a bunch of teenagers because Luna had brought along a fire extinguisher as an extra boost of speed. Luna was weird, but she was undeniably a genius.

He must have been staring at her the entire time while he was reminiscing, because she looked up at him and waved, before quickly scribbling something in her journal.

Holding the book up, Draco read the message she had written to him.

Congratulations on your game yesterday

Draco scowled at her, and she kept smiling her dreamy smile at him. Had it been anyone else who had said that it would have been a slight, but after knowing Luna for 18 years, he knew she somehow meant it.

Grabbing a notebook from his desk, he hastily wrote:

What are you going on about? We LOST

She had the decency to look surprised, at least.

How is that a bad thing? Failures always impart valuable lessons, wins don’t

Rolling his eyes, he simply waved her off before sliding his curtains close.

                                                             *

“I feel so bad for you, Draco,” Pansy laughed, staring at something over his shoulder.

Frowning, Draco looked behind him to see what she was talking about. There sat Luna, alone, wearing the ugliest pair of sunglasses he had ever seen, while calmly looking around the bustling cafeteria.

“I have no idea how you put up living right next to her,” Pansy continued. “You should have gotten your father to evict the Lovegood’s years ago.”

“Then who would he go to when you’re not around?” Blaise said smugly, looking at Draco challengingly.

“You’re disgusting,” Draco said to Blaise, unsure if he was mad that Pansy was making fun of Luna (didn’t he do that all the time?) or at what Blaise had insinuated. He didn’t know how he had found out about his friendship with Luna, since he went to great lengths to keep it hidden, but Blaise never passed up the opportunity to bring it up against him.

Pansy, who had gone red from chagrin, clutched at his forearm with what he guessed was supposed to be a romantic gesture, but was frankly kinda painful.

“That’s not true, right, Draco?” she asked, her voice starting to take on that shrill octave.

Vincent and Greg looked at him expectantly, as if waiting to see if they could make fun of Luna or not.

“Of course it’s not true,” Draco answered coolly.  

Draco lost his appetite, and listened on silently as Greg and Vincent began to harp on Luna. When Pansy rested her head on his shoulder, Draco stared at the table and wondered what lesson was to be learned from this failure.

                                                              *

This was the last party Draco would attend until the semester was over; he wanted to end the grading quarter strong, and reasoned that homecoming was just two weeks away, he could last two weekends without beer and sex.

Some shithead (he couldn’t even remember who’s house this was) decided to play French dubstep instead of regular fucking dubstep, and the beer was grossly warm.

Pansy and Daphne were passed out on each other on a couch, and Draco felt a flash of irritation since it looked as if he wasn’t getting a lay tonight- from either girl.

“Who spat in your cup?” Blaise shouted to him over the sound of the God-awful music.

“Your mom,” Draco replied, not sober enough to feel ashamed at how lame that comeback was, but too drunk to come up with a better one.

“My mom is dead!” Theodore yelled, his eyes glassy but a large smile on his face. Theo always became weirdly emotional drunk.

“Whatever, Greg got some weed, are you gonna spark up?” Blaise asked, swaying unevenly to the beat as Theo leaned heavily onto him.

Suddenly the entire atmosphere of the party seemed disgusting to Draco, and he wanted nothing more than to leave. The feeling of being alone while surrounded by people was disconcerting, to say the least.

So that’s what he did. Ignoring Blaise and Theo’s confused shouts, Draco stumbled out of the house, and realized too late that Vincent had been his ride (Lucius had taken away his car for bombing that calc test).

Too stubborn to go inside and find that undoubtedly drunk moron, Draco pulled up the collar of his jacket and began to make his slow trek home.

The weather was frighteningly cold, and Draco soon began to lose feeling in his fingers- his toes had long gone.

He glanced up at a street sign and realized with a sinking feeling that he didn’t even know where he was, much less how to get back to his home- or even the house he had just been at.

Pulling out his phone from the pocket of his jeans he cursed through chattering teeth when he found that it was dead.

Did all my karma have to accumulate into one night? Draco thought viciously as he nearly tripped over a section of uneven pavement.

Beep beep!

Startled, Draco looked over to the street to see a car had pulled up. A yellow Volkswagen Bug to be exact. Luna’s car to be even more exact.

Hesitantly making his way towards the car, Draco nearly cried in relief when the window rolled down to reveal Luna’s honey blonde head.

“Hello Draco!” she greeted cheerfully. “Are you also out looking for the shelia bird?”

“Luna,” he slurred. “Can you get me home?”

Her large eyes widened in understanding and she nodded her head yes.

The warmth of her car felt like a kiss from an angel on his nearly frostbitten skin, and he had never been more comfortable in his life, though her car was so small that his long legs were folded uncomfortably to fit them.

She seemed to sense his need for silence, because she said nothing to him, and only hummed quietly to herself.

Draco had nearly fallen asleep in his seat when suddenly he had to ask her a pressing question.

“Would you date Theodore Nott?” he asked, looking as carefully as he could into her face.

They were at a red light, and her face was bathed in the red color when she turned to look at him, the lighting making her look older than she actually was.

“If I loved him, why wouldn’t I?” Luna asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.

Draco suddenly felt very very foolish.

“Is just…his mom is dead too,” he said, trying and failing to show the reasoning behind his inquiry.

“I know,” was all she said. “We were once in group therapy together, he’s rather nice.”

Draco didn’t know this, and suddenly and irrationally, he was angry. Why didn’t she tell him she was in therapy? Why didn’t he ever even realize she needed therapy?

“I’m nice!” he exclaimed, waving his hands wildly.

“Are you?” she asked in a voice that didn’t imply that she didn’t agree, but in one that called for actual self-evaluation

He ducked his head like a reprimanded child.

“Sometimes I say things so I can keep looking cool,” he admitted.

“But I don’t think you’re a loon!” he said desperately, reaching over to grab her one hand that rested on top of the transmission. He wished he was more sober so he could appreciate how her hand felt under his. “I just want Pansy off my back! I want you to be my friend!”

He hadn’t even realized they had pulled into his driveway until she turned off her car.

She looked at him sadly.

“I am your friend, Draco,” Luna said softly. “But maybe you should question why you’re with someone who you don’t want to be with.”

Draco had no response.

                                                                 *

For the next two weeks, Draco ignored Luna almost religiously. He had wanted to die of mortification when he had woken up the next day after his emotional outburst. He also fought with Pansy nearly every day, and every time they made up and made out, Draco wondered if a pair of tits in his hands were worth the emotional baggage that came with them.

He spoke with Theo more, and learned that Theodore was a really good listener. He wondered if that was what made Luna think of him so highly.

Nah, Theo was a scrawny wimp who had nothing better to say, which was why he just shut upped and listened, Draco concluded, thus making him much nicer to be around.

It was a gray Wednesday afternoon when he and his team congregated in the locker room, with Coach Hooch outside waiting for them.

He was pulling on his jersey when Harry said, “Guess who I’m going to homecoming with?”

“Ginny?” Draco guessed, sending a haughty look at Ron.

“Uh, no,” Harry said awkwardly.

“Damn right…” Ron grumbled which made Draco grin even more.

“No, I’m going with Luna!” Harry said, earning an eye roll from Ron.

Draco stopped grinning.

                                                        *

It was Thursday night, the night before Homecoming, and Draco was in his room, trying and failing to finish his AP gov essay on congressional hearings. His curtains were drawn completely.

After staring at the same sentence he had been stuck on for half an hour, he ripped open his curtains to find Luna also at her desk, diligently working away. Tapping his window with a knuckle, the sound managed to grab Luna’s attention, who looked up and gave him a smile, as if he hadn’t been avoiding her for weeks.

Deciding not to waste any more time, he whipped open a notebook and scribbled:

Why are you going with Harry?

Luna on her part showed no reaction to his question, to which Draco was almost grateful for; the entire prospect was humiliating enough.

Because he’s my friend

Draco sank back into his chair at her reply, his chest suddenly feeling lighter. But it seemed that Luna was not done, because she held up another page.

Why are you going with Pansy?

Truthfully, he hadn’t even asked Pansy to homecoming, it had just been assumed. Suddenly, he didn’t even know if he wanted to go with her.

But Draco was stubborn and prideful, and he was done looking foolish in front of Luna, so he wrote back:

Because I love her.

He didn’t give any time for Luna to respond before he almost violently drew his curtains.

He stared at the piece of paper for an hour, before crossing out her, and adding you. This time, his actions were completely violent when he crumpled the paper and threw it across his room.

                                                         *

For the briefest of moments, Draco thought he had died.

He had been mercilessly tackled onto the ground, and the very air from his lungs had been completely expelled, leaving them unable to refill themselves.

As his body struggled to get his lungs inflated once more, he was dimly aware of a thundering roar of cheers: someone had scored a touchdown.

When he could finally breathe again, he weakly pushed himself up, only to see Longbottom and Pansy in the middle of the field, passionately kissing.

                                                           *

“Draco, I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal about this,” Pansy complained. “I’m cheer captain, it just makes sense that I congratulate the guy who scored the winning touchdown!”

“You’re right, I am making a big deal,” Draco said agreeably. “So let’s just break up.”

Pansy’s expression then shifted, and for a moment, under the glittering lights and colored shadows, she looked truly evil

“You can’t break up with me!” she seethed, nostrils flaring like a bull.

“I just did,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“You listen here-“

“I don’t care!” Draco shouted, finally reaching the end of patience. This seemed to silence Pansy; he had never raised his voice at her before, it wasn’t how he was raised to treat ladies. But Pansy wasn’t a lady, she was shallow and mean spirited. She made him shallow and mean spirited. He didn’t want to be like that anymore. He wanted to go back to when he was younger and he didn’t care what his friends and father thought, he just lived.

Turning away from her and briskly walking away, he passed Blaise who was grinding his date, Theo who seemed to have found a voice and was chatting up a redhead that holy shit  was Ron’s sister!  Not wanting to be in the same vicinity of an angry Ron, Draco went over to Neville and his date Hannah.

Neville looked apologetic immediately upon seeing him.

“Hey man, I’m really sorry about that thing with Pansy, I swear she wouldn’t get off of me!” Neville apologized profusely looking between him and a ticked off Hannah pleadingly.

“It’s fine,” Draco dismissed. “Do you know where Harry is?”

“Poor guy is by the drinks,” Neville told him sadly.

“Poor guy?” Draco repeated.

“Luna ditched him,” Hannah said, looking as if she didn’t quite believe what she said herself.

Not bothering to say goodbye, Draco quickly went over to where Harry was, needing to hear the confirmation of this rumor from the source.

“Hey,” Draco greeted his dark-haired friend, who looked quite lonely by the drinks.

“I messed up, Draco,” Harry wailed, clutching his forehead with his hand.

“What happened?” Draco demanded, his pulse quickening with dread.

“I love Ginny!” Harry exclaimed. “How could I have let her slip from my fingers?”

Draco stared at him incredulously.

Harry noticed this after a few moments. “What?” he asked self-consciously.

“Where the hell is your date, Luna?” Draco snarled, inches away from strangling him.

“Oh, Luna left to get something, said she’d be right back,” Harry answered distractedly, watching Theo and Ginny with mournful eyes, with a seething Ron in the background.

Something in his gut told him to look to his left, which he did. There standing at the entryway was Miss. Know it All Granger and Luna.

Draco’s mouth fell open at the sight of Luna. She looked…breathtakingly gorgeous. In her silver gown and necklace, she looked like a celestial deity. Granger said something to her and patted her arm encouragingly when Luna caught his eye and waved, before walking (though it looked more like floating) towards him.

Without telling them to, his legs carried him over to where she stood, the loud noises of the dance melting away, and the heat of multiple bodies in a small space turning into the heat of a rapidly beating heart.

“Hello Draco,” she greeted once he finally reached her.

“Luna,” he said, throat dry as he shamelessly drank in the sight of her, undoubtedly she was the prettiest girl in attendance, but truthfully, this was not the most beautiful he had ever seen her. No, that was when they had stargazed all night, or had a flour fight when baking, or building a snow fort: all these years, Luna had shown to him over and over again, that her beauty shone both inside and out, and he wanted to kick himself for only realizing that now.

“Why aren’t you with Pansy?” Luna asked, tilting her head.

Swallowing hard, Draco pulled out the incredibly crumpled and partially torn piece of paper from his jacket pocket.

Because I love her you

Luna smiled, and revealed that she held a folded piece of paper in her palm as well. Unfolding it, she held it up to him.

I love you

He was vaguely aware of Blaise cat calling in the background when he kissed her.

[707s-headphones]

RFA with MC who blocks people out like Seven does

Bitch same

Yoosung- ^He’s so happy to finally meet you ^You’d been so sweet on the messenger, he didn’t think anything could ever be wrong ^And it wasn’t for a while. You guys were happy, you spent the party together and even got drinks afterward (non alcoholic bc he’s too pure) ^A few weeks later, you stopped responding to the messenger. ^You couldn’t explain why, but you felt like fire, and you couldn’t let him get too close. You couldn’t let him get burned. ^You couldn’t let him get burned ^You couldn’t let him get burned ^He deserved better than you anyway. You always did get people hurt somehow. ^He was too pure to get burned ^Yoosung is worried out of his mind ^“Why isn’t MC online? Is she ok? Is she alive? Seven is she okay where is she why is this happening wHAT DO I DO TO GET GER BACK WHAT IF SHE’S DEAD?!?!?!” ^Eventually Seven gives up and tells Yoosung your address (he got things hooked up at your house so you could leave the apartment and go home) ^hE LEGIT RUNS THERE HE HAS NO TIME TO WAIT FOR ANYTHING ^He forgets to knock and just crashes open the door ^“MC ARE YOU OKAY WHAT’S GOING ON” ^“Go away. I don’t want to hurt you.” ^Um??? What?? ^Didn’t believe you could ever hurt him ^“M-MC? What do you mean” ^“Don’t you see it? I’m fire. I’ll warm you when you’re close, but get too close and you’ll get burned.” ^Baby is so confused ^“You could never hurt me, I doubt you could ever hurt anything.” ^“Don’t say that so easily. You’ve known me a couple weeks, I’ve known me my whole life.” ^He’s kinda spooked cause you haven’t moved anything but your mouth and you’re speaking only monotone ^“I may not have known you long, but you’ve still shown me your heart, and your heart is good. You shine like the sun to me. I’ve never believed for a second you were a bad person, and I don’t now. Please let your heart stay with me. Please don’t let my sun turn cold.” ^Eventually, you get over it. You two just cuddle for the rest of the night and he doesn’t leave for 3 days until you make him go to classes again. ^Like Rika and V, you guys call each other your sun. ^You never let his sun go cold again.

Zen *Hooooly shit *He saves you from Unknown and brings you to his house for protection *He figures you’ll recover from the shock with time *Oh boy is he wrong *You shut down. Completely. *“Jagiya~ can I help you at all” *-silence- *“Ok, if you need your space, I’ll give you that. Tell me when you’re ready.” *He’s so sweet, honestly *It only makes you worse tbh *Because he’s sweet. Because he’s talented. Because people love him. Because the world is a better place with him in it. *Because Unknown is after you. *Zen could’ve been seriously hurt. *He could’ve fucking died. *You couldn’t let that happen. You couldn’t be near him until you were safe, otherwise he wasn’t safe. *One night when he’s asleep, you try to leave. You quickly scratch a note saying “You’re safer this way. Until the hacker is caught, I’m dangerous. Don’t follow me, please. I care for you too much.” *Of course while you’re writing that. Zen wakes up. *“MC? What’s the fuss about? Why are you still awake?” *He comes up behind you and sees what you’re writing. *You want to run, but you can’t bring yourself to. *He doesn’t say anything for a while, just hugs you from behind until you aren’t stiff anymore *After that though, he’s still very sweet *“MC, I fought him off once and I can do it again.” *“That might not be true. He could come back worse. He will come back worse.” *“I’ll fight him off a million times, each worse than the last, as long as you’re by my side, MC. When my heart beats, it beats for you. When I sing, I sing for you now. You’re my muse, MC.” *That convinces you to stay. * Moonlit slow dancing

Jaehee []She’s so stressed all the time []You love her so much []She says you’re a source of comfort from that, but you aren’t sure []Relationships are hard work []Wouldn’t she be better off without your pointless fights about who’s doing the dishes or which Zen CD you’re watching that night? []Wouldn’t she be better off without that stress? []You don’t know where to go yet, so for now, you just shut down. []“Babe, how was your day?” You hear when she gets home []“Fine.” []“How are you?” []“Fine.” []“Why again didn’t you come to the cafe?” []-silence- []“MC? You sure you’re ok?” []“Fine. Don’t worry about me.” []She knew something was up []After all, she was anything but dumb []“MC, please tell me what’s wrong.” She begged, clasping her hands around yours. []You looked away. []“Nothing. Go enjoy yourself. I’ll make dinner. I’ll do the dishes.” []You hated every word. You knew you were worrying her more, but eventually she’d stop caring. Then she’d be ok. []“I can’t enjoy myself with you like this. Forgive me, but you sound like I did when I was trying not to get in the way during Mr. Han’s meetings.” []“That sounds stressful. I’m glad you’re not there anymore.” []“I still would be if not for you, MC. You gave me that courage.” []That catches you. []You gave her the courage to leave. []You break down and tell her your plan []“Oh, MC. You’re the least stressful thing in my whole life, you have been since we met. You built me up when I needed courage, you were by my side when I needed support and you were speaking when I needed kind words.” []You never worry about being stressful for her again

Jumin $Jumin was off on a business trip $He was away for work a lot, you were used to it. You loved him and you trusted that he would always love you. $But the trips became more frequent, and some voice in the back of your mind said $“He’s avoiding you.” $You brushed it off, that would be stupid. $Why would he ever avoid you? $But when he was home, you felt like he was still drowning himself in work. He could’ve easily taken a break, but he didn’t. $Why? $You must not be the same you anymore. He doesn’t confide in you because you’re no longer safe to confide in. $You’re hurting him. $You’re hurting him by remaining in his life. $You tuck yourself in a far corner of the penthouse. $You hope he never finds you. You aren’t sure you’ll be able to leave without guards following you so you need to find an escape route first. $You could get Elizabeth to go missing again, but you couldn’t do that to Jumin. This was all for him, after all. $To your surprise, almost immediately you start to hear him calling for you. $“MC? MC?! Oh god where is she… why isn’t she here… GUARDS! I need all of you looking for MC right now. I don’t care about anything else. Oh god… oh god… oh god…” $Tentatively, you come out of hiding. $The moment Jumin sees you, he rushes over and hugs you for a long time. $“You’re… happy? To find me?” You asked slowly. $“Of course. I panicked when you were not in your usual spot. I may have overreacted a bit, but it brought you back.” $“I was planning to leave. You were so deep in work, I thought you were avoiding me.” $You wondered how panicked he’d been if he was, $“I’m so sorry. Work has been so much harder. I wanted it to be a surprise but… my father is stepping down. I’m going to be company chairman, and I’ve been trying to meet everyone my father worked with before and learn to take his position.” $“I thought you already knew how?” $“I’ve been the director until now. I was slowly learning to be chairman alongside my responsibilities, but my father is retiring sooner than planned because… $“Why?” $“Because he thinks it will pressure me to come up with another company heir…” $You smirk, having regain all your trust in him $“I think we can come up with one.”

Saeyoung~ 7He shut down first 7Which caused you to back off 7Your thought process being that he had enough to worry about. You were only distracting him. You were a challenge he needed to overcome. 7You tried to make overcoming it a lot easier by disappearing. 7He didn’t notice for a while, just glad you were leaving him alone. 7He figured you were safe and happy 7Why wouldn’t you be? 7You were neither of those things. 7You were a thorn bush, and he would bleed if you didn’t disappear. 7You were an ocean, and he’d drown if he didn’t get to shore. 7You wanted to disappear. 7You needed to disappear. 7You would destroy yourself until you disappeared. 7Your mind was a dark whirlpool, pulling you into this crushing, toxic void. 7Seven didn’t notice until he looked up and realized he hadn’t seen you get something to eat in a while. 7He still forced himself to ignore it. Why wouldn’t you be eating? You were safe, he knew that. 7Oh buddy boy was he wrong 7He only started to pay attention when at night when he figured you’d be asleep. 7But he heard breathing besides his own. 7It was raspy. 7You hadn’t gotten water either. 7He checks to see where it’s coming from. 7He finds you curled up in a ball in a different corner. You don’t even look up when you see him, but he watches you tense up even more. 7"What the hell, MC?! What are you doing?!“ 7Not the right time to stay cold, palarino. 7"Don’t… pay attention… to me…” You croaked. “I’m… fine… I will… disappear…” 7It seemed like every word put you in pain. 7Your voice didn’t even sound like yours. 7"What the fuck?“ 7He stops you from speaking again until he gets you water. 7His heart is about to break honestly, he just wanted you to be okay. 7"Okay now answer me: What the hell are you doing?” 7"You need to work. You need to focus. I am an obstacle. I stopped you from doing your agency work, I’ll distract you here. I must disappear so that you can work and be ok. I must not exist so that I don’t get in your way.“ You said it like it was fact, like it had always been true. 7He hates himself so much 7What’s new? 7He glumly thought that he had to take his own advice- don’t judge people by how they are online. 7"MC. Listen to me. Don’t you dare disappear. Don’t. Please.” 7It was like you couldn’t hear him. 7He could hear you quietly start repeating “I must disappear,” over and over. 7What had he done? 7He sat next to you and curled in a ball as well. 7"If you disappear, the world might lose its color. If you disappear, I’m afraid no one might ever laugh again, or smile again. You brought all of that to me, you must bring it to the rest of the world. You are light and you are faith. As long as I know you’re safe, I can do anything.“ 7Now you couldn’t speak a word at all. 7He wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. 7Eventually, he felt you relax, like you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore. Your arms fell away from your knees, you just kind of went limp. 7He knew that at least was a good sign. 7You just sort of stayed there for a while, next to each other. Seven eventually guides you into resting on his lap, and strokes your hair until you fall asleep. 7He can’t bear to see you like that. 7He never pushes you away again, it seems more dangerous than being with him. 7Soon, he falls asleep with you in his lap. 7You two could’ve stayed like that until the end of time.

[sleepinglightt]

All

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?I’m trying to figure out what I wanna do in life, and it’s confusing. I have like 7 months to decide

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?Yes

3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?Not really? I just get uncomfortable when people are high around me and I’m sober I guess

4: Do you find it easy to trust others?Uhh no

5: What were you doing at 11PM last night?Trying to go to sleep, but I had too much on my mind

6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?I’d probably be by myself bc when I drink alone I think a lot and I get really sad

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?I’ve been cheated on before and it sucks, I’ve cried every time so far so I’d probably keep the record going 🙂

8: Are you close with your dad?Kinda, were getting closer and it’s nice. I missed out on getting to know him when I was little, and now I’m finally getting the chance to know him and talk to him on a regular basis and I’m loving every minute of it

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? Nope

10: What are you listening to?Verbatim by blackbear (I literally have an entire blackbear playlist don’t @ me)

11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?Either water or coffee tbh

12. Do you like hickeys?Yes yes yes, I just don’t like them on my neck

13: What time do you go to bed?It’s different every night

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down?Not really? Not anyone that I can think of tbh, I cut a lot of people off.

15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?I obviously type quicker with both, but I’m still fairly fast with one hand

16: Do you always answer your texts?I try to, but depression is a bitch my dude

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?not really, I still miss them Gotta love non gendered pronouns right? I gotta keep ya on your toes ;))

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?Today

19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?Yeah, there’s a couple of people

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?“why do I always mess up” and then BOOM I passed out

21: Is anyone else in the room with you?Well I can’t see anyone, so I’m gonna say no. I hope that’s true lmao

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around?Yes

23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now?Yeah ://

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?There are a lot of people tbh

25: In the past week, have you cried?Uh yeah is that even a question

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing?It’s green

27: Do people ever call you by your last name?Sometimes, people that know me from softball do sometimes. I kinda like being called by my last name tbh

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now?I don’t think so?

29: Do you have a best friend? Yup yup yup

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?Yeah, I’d probably cry for like 3 weeks straight

31: Who was your last call from?My mom

32: Are you mad at anyone?Im mad at myself, does that count?

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you?Yeah

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?18

35: How many more days until your birthday?Umm too many, it’s like 6 months I think

36: Do you have any summer plans yet?Not yet, I only have like graduation planned and then my birthday. I also wanna go to Washington for the summer if I can.

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?I think so?

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?I keep a lot of things from a lot of people, I never tell anyone 100% of the things going on in my life. That’s just the kind of person I am.

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?Yeah

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?I don’t think so

41: Do you think age matters in relationships?It matters to a certain extent, like obviously an 18 and a 13 year old shouldn’t date. I also think it matters in high school (I don’t agree with that whole freshman dating a senior bs) but a year is okay. After high school it doesn’t really matter in my opinion.

42: Are you available?Emotionally? Not really. Technically? Yeah I guess so

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?I’m still n high school, so I’m just gonna skip this one I guess?

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?My nose

45: Do you believe exes can be friends?Yes, after feelings have faded and stuff

46: Do you regret anything?I regret a lot of things

47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?Yikes this is too deep for tumblr

48: Did you ever lose a best friend?Yeah, I’ve had a lot of people leave. But that’s a part of life

49: Was your last kiss a mistake?Nope

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?Bc I’m emotionally damaged and i have trust issues

51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?Yeah

52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?Yes

53: What was the last thing you ate?A quesadilla

54: Did you get any compliments today?I don’t think so

55: Where are you going on your next vacation?Washington state boiiiiiii

56: Do you own anything from other countries?I had some candy from Canada but I ate it

57: Are most of your friend guys or girls?Most of them are girls

58: Where have you lived most of your life?Texas

59: When was the last time you took a long drive?I can’t drive but I went on a road trip with my dad in August

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?Yeah

61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house?Nope

62: Who do you text the most?I don’t text a lot tbh

63: What was the last movie you saw?The new saw movie 10/10 do recommend

64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?Their ex before me was just… yikes.

65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2010?None, I was like 10. I was more focused on Star Trek and trying to get my best friend at the time to kiss me

66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you?He’s only like 3 months younger

67: Do you curse around your parents?Nope

68: Are you happy with where you live?Nope

69: Do you collect anything?I like to keep a memory box, I also dry all the flowers I get and keep them.

70: What’s your favourite colour?Yellow

71: Does the last song you listened to remind you of anyone?It reminds me of a few people

72: Has anyone ever cheated on you?Yeah

73: What are your plans for tomorrow?Go to school, come home, sleep, and then whatever else happens

74: Do you have siblings over the age of twenty-one?Nope

75: Does your last ex have a job?Nope

76: What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was in a relationship?Cry. Like a lot. It’s only been like 3 days since we broke up

77: Where is your cellphone?In my hand

78: What colour is your cellphone?It’s rose gold

79: What did you dream of last night?I don’t remember

80: Are you atheist?Nope

81: Will you change your name when you get married?Probably not. I like my last name

82: Are you ready for autumn weather?Uh yeah. Texas, get with the program

83: Have you had any big storms recently?We just as hurricane Harvey a couple of months ago

84: What kind of bottoms are you wearing?I can’t really wear myself wdym, just kidding but I’m wearing really short shorts that make my butt look gr8.