#had to rush and attempt to fix the nose on these SMH

[justanotheryellowsoul]

Apologies that these aren't fully accurate, I didn't pull up any references till I was nearly done

[lokimostly]

Could we have a lil blurb of Jonathan and the nurse! I just love them so much 😭

A/N: I’m gonna assume you mean James! I get their names mixed up all the time smh. Also, this turned into a full fic. Sorry.

As always, my version James Conrad and Nurse!Reader are written with pre-existing context from the Rainy Days series. 

Lean On Me

James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 1,958

Warnings: injury

James’s ears pricked up and he paused. The shirt in his hands remained half-folded as his eyebrows pulled together in a frown. Either his senses were playing tricks on him, or a string of curses had just left your mouth in the direction of the hotel bathroom.

A small crash and another curse. No, he’d definitely heard right. 

He sighed, dropping his shirt on the bedspread. It was dark outside the open window. traveling from Paris to Milan, a ten hour trip by train, had thoroughly exhausted you both. The city lights twinkled through the screened glass as he crossed the floor of the suite. He rapped his knuckles against the bathroom door– it was slightly adjacent, but he erred on the side of caution anyway, leaning against the doorframe. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” came your voice, a bit too harshly, from the other side. Conrad’s eyes narrowed and he paused. He knew you well enough by now to understand that you meant the exact opposite of your words. You weren’t fine. Whether or not you would resist help, however… well, he would only know once he pushed open the door.

He turned over his options silently for a moment longer before taking hold of the doorknob and opening it, peering inside the hotel bathroom. You were leaning awkwardly against the wall, your face contorted in poorly-masked pain as you struggled to support your own weight on your one good leg. Your old wound was clearly acting up again.

Conrad was at your side in an instant, lifting you up into his arms like you weighed nothing and holding you firmly against his chest. An audible wince escaped you, but you pushed away from him anyway, making futile attempts to get him to let you down. “I said I’m fine, James–”

“Clearly,” he responded flatly, letting you down on the bed, shoving aside his carry-on bag to make space for you. He eased you down with exceeding carefulness, rising to his feet to retrieve pain medicine from your carry-on.

James felt a pillow hit his back and turned around, raising his eyebrows and drawing his mouth into a thin line of annoyance. “What was that for?”

“I’m not an invalid.”

“I never said you were.”

You scowled back at him, pushing yourself up and off the mattress. “I can get it myself,” you insisted stubbornly. Your injury, however, decided otherwise. As soon as your left foot hit the floor, your leg crumpled beneath your weight. You stumbled forward, hitting Conrad’s chest as he caught you against him, again. Damn the man’s impeccable sense of timing.

Your name left his lips gently, his tone soothing and calm. Conrad waited for the resistance in your arms to release, and you fell limp against him. He set his cheek against your head with a heavy sigh.

“Darling, it’s not your fault,” he murmured, eyebrows creased together. He felt your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, but you said nothing. Your chest shook with every exhale. The tension still held in the muscles of your arms as you clung to him told him that you were still in a great deal of pain, and it cracked his heart in half.

When you finally spoke, your voice shaky and trembling, his halved heart did nothing short of crumble.

“I just thought I’d be better by now,” you admitted quietly against his shoulder. 

Conrad didn’t reply. For a moment you thought he hadn’t heard you at all, until you felt him press a kiss to the side of your head, lifting you up and setting you on the edge of the bed once more. He eased your left leg down as it bent, trying not to wince at your reactionary outcry. 

None of the doctors had mentioned the side effects that came after a break like the one you had suffered during the LandSat excursion almost a year ago. The bending fracture in your left femur healed easily enough, but the tissue around it didn’t take as well to such a crippling injury. It had resulted in frequent insomnia, constant ache and – like what you were experiencing right now – bursts of crippling chronic pain. 

Conrad was patient in playing your recovery by ear, but you were less inclined to go easy on yourself. It was beyond maddening that you were unable to walk on a whim. Even though your episodes were becoming less frequent, it was still debilitating – and often frustrating to the point of tears.

You waited on the edge of the bed, bunching the fabric of the duvet cover in your hands while he retrieved pain medicine and a glass of water, handing both to you. You downed them silently and let him take the empty cup. James returned a moment later, kneeling in front of you and setting his large hand on your knee. 

You relented, giving him a barely-perceptible nod and letting out a long, slow breath. Conrad took it as permission to kneel between your legs and take your left leg up beneath your knee, running through the motions of extending it and forcing the muscles to unbind. He moved his hands slowly, with practiced care, murmuring words of comfort when your muscles contracted in pain. You held onto his shoulder, gripping tightly and gritting your teeth when a wave of pain would travel up your spine. This was something the two of you had done many times before, but that didn’t make it any easier. 

Uncounted minutes passed before the pain subsided. Some combination of the medicine and the patient work of his hands finally unbound the scarred tissue around your upper thigh, and you relaxed, slumping against him.

“I can’t imagine why you put up with this,” you confessed, with lingering frustration in your voice – which was somewhat muffled, given that you were talking against his shoulder.

Still, Conrad heard you, and pressed a kiss to the side of your temple. “I love you,” he replied, pulling away to look at your face. “Is that not reason enough?”

You gave him a petulant pout and dropped your eyes, playing with the v-cut neckline that revealed just enough of his muscular chest. “I guess,” you relented with childlike stubbornness. You traced your finger over his skin, running your nail lightly down the center of his chest. “I love you too.”

Conrad smiled and exhaled softly. “Really?”

You scoffed and laughed, leaning forward to kiss him, but it was woefully short, and he pulled you back for another. “You know that,” you reminded him when he finally pulled away, leaving behind the lingering scent of vanilla and sandalwood. It was a familiar, comforting smell, though admittedly cleaner than when you first met him: back then, he always smelled of firewood, too. 

“You chucked a pillow at me. I wasn’t so sure anymore,” James replied, with a look of mock innocence that was almost convincing, if not for the devilish twinkle in his blue-green eyes. He ducked his head down for another kiss and you laughed, pushing against his chest, but nowhere near hard enough to dissuade him from landing one right on your cheek. You rolled your eyes. “You’re a tease.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he countered darkly, planting a kiss in the crook of your neck, with the audacity to graze his teeth on your skin in the way he knew would make you shiver. You gasped and laughed, covering his hand with your mouth to prevent him from doing anything further.

He made a muffled sound and peeled your hand away, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist before letting go. His eyes met yours and his expression sobered. “How does it feel?”

You sighed, pressing your lips together and swallowing your pride. You lifted your leg cautiously off of the bedspread, waiting for a contraction of pain with bated breath.

Nothing came.

You allowed yourself to exhale and nodded. “I think I could stand,” you venture cautiously.

“Are you sure?” He asked, taking your hands. “We don’t have to rush.”

You shook your head, setting your feet on the floor. “No, I’m sure.” That wasn’t really the truth; you had little confidence in your own abilities. You did, however, have complete trust in the fact that Conrad would be there to catch you if you fell.

Conrad stood to his feet and held your hands expectantly. You took one more breath and put weight on your feet at the same time as he pulled you up with your hands, bringing you to stand in one smooth motion.

Your leg wobbled and you tightened your grip on his hands, your eyes fixed to the floor. He moved slightly, and you panicked, digging your nails into his skin for fear of falling. “Don’t –”

“I’m not,” he reassured you, adjusting his grip and sliding his hand up one of your arms, wrapping his other snugly around your waist. He held you against the wall of his chest, letting you reach up with your free hand and wrap it over his shoulder. You laughed suddenly when you realized the position you were in was typical of a slow dance, except that you were standing mostly-immobilized in the middle of a quiet hotel suite, and he was acting only as an incredibly handsome crutch.

Conrad hummed in his chest, reverberating against your ear. “What?”

You shook your head, smirking. It seemed silly. “We’re dancing,” you explained, and laughed again through your nose. “You know– without going out for drinks, the music, or actually seeing Italy.”

Conrad chuckled, stepping away from the bed with you held securely in his arms. “This is good enough for me,” he reassured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and beginning to sway, holding you firmly in his muscular arms.

You clung to his shoulder, your fingers gripping so tight that your knuckles paled. You swallowed a rise in your pride and exhaled sharply, confessing your weakness. “I can’t be much of a dance partner, though. Just rocking back and forth.”

Conrad’s grip around your waist tightened and he dipped his head down, setting it against yours. “Lean on me,” he suggested lowly, his mouth hovering over your ear.

You nodded. You released any remaining tension or inhibition, allowing him fully to support you. The two of you began to sway in silence- Conrad would take a step forward and you would follow his lead, trusting his feet instead of your own. Soon you were circling in a gentle waltz, swaying to the sounds of the city outside instead of a vinyl record. His arm caught your weight whenever your leg shook with uncertainty: only once did it actually buckle, and he caught you without pause, continuing to glide across the floor. 

He lifted you up and you gasped a laugh, holding onto both his shoulders before he set you down just as fluidly and continued on.

“I didn’t know you were so good at this,” you admitted coyly, inhaling quickly when he spun you and pulled you against him with your back to his chest.

You could hear his smile in his words. “I’m a man of many talents,” he admonished, trying to sound humble. It made you smirk, and when he pulled you back to face him again you reached up to plant a kiss on his lips. Your dancing slowed to a sway as his attention turned more to your lips, moving against them without hurry, tasting sweet with every repeated kiss. 

You caught his lower lip gently between your teeth, and he chuckled. His breath fanned pleasantly against your skin, raising goosebumps. “I think our first night in Italy is going to be a memorable one.” 

You nodded, reaching up and linking your arms lazily behind his neck, deliberately toying with the hem of his shirt. Just because you weren’t going out tonight didn’t mean you would be denied your fair share of fun. “Yeah… I think so, too.” 

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A/N: Thanks for reading!

[hxseok-honee]

i found | part 22

a/n: i wish i could tell you that i was in my right mind when i wrote this but we all know i wasnt - you can really see the point when i stopped listening to cute songs from the playlist and started to listening to Trampoline smh. hope you like it! 

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“Listen, all I’m saying is that if we all pitched in a little and made a book of study materials for the NEWT exams, we could make so much fucking money selling copies to all the seventh years!” Everyone groans at Hoseok as he continues to push his idea on them. They’re rushing into the Three Broomsticks, trying their best to get out of the cold. Making their way inside, Taehyung pushes past the insane amount of people in the room to snag the last open booth by the wall. He’s angered a few people on his way, but it’s nothing a charming smile can’t fix. The rest of the group makes their way over to him, Y/n sandwiched safely between Jin and Jimin in their little march to the table.

She’s almost there when someone bumps into her from the side, sending her flying into Jin’s back. Clinging to him and laughing brightly, she brushes off the young student apologizing to her and waddles the rest of the way to her seat, sliding into the booth behind Jin. She’s about to thank him dramatically for having such a large frame, but her phone buzzes in her coat pocket as she’s opening her mouth. Pulling the device out, her eyes barely skim over the name of the sender before she’s unlocking her phone and opening the message, a soft smile gracing her features.

coordinated as always, I see

Glancing at the other tables in her line of sight, her gaze scans the room until it locks onto someone who’s already looking her way. Yoongi’s sitting in the furthest corner he could find, occupying a small booth meant for two people. He’s got his bag on the table, his books spread out and a half-empty butterbeer cradled securely in his hand. He looks like he’s been there for quite a while, comfortable with staying in his little space for a long time. Once they make eye contact, he raises an eyebrow at her, his eyes bright with amusement as he recalls how she almost just wiped out in front of everyone.

Tearing his eyes from her own in case someone happens to notice, he brings his gaze back down to his phone, seeing that she’s typing out a response already.

“iM noT t H a T muCH oF a rEcluSE” whatever headass, you look like you’re going to die alone in that corner- what’re you even reading anyway?

Covering his mouth to muffle the laugh that’s threatening to come out, he types a quick response and goes back to his book, tossing his phone onto the table and glaring lazily at anyone who comes too close to him while he reads.

just some dumb legilimency book my dad sent me- he wants me to brush up on my skills apparently

Scrunching up her features, she types a quick response before looking at how he glances at the screen once it lights up.

ah yes, just some light reading then

Y/n watches as he laughs to himself, and she wishes greatly that she could hear it, but she’s already turning back to her friends in an attempt not to be obvious. When she glances up at the boys, however, they’re all giving her the same look.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” Namjoon rolls his eyes at her, using his chin to point in Yoongi’s direction.

“Why don’t you go talk to him?” She gives him a hard stare, turning her gaze dramatically to land on Jungkook, who smiles awkwardly at her.

“Maybe because if anyone were to see me interacting with Yoongi in a friendly way, they’ll all react the same way this brat did?” Jungkook’s smile grows more awkward.

“That’s me, I’m the brat.” Hoseok reaches over to ruffle his hair affectionately as Taehyung drops his head onto his boyfriend’s shoulder. Y/n finds herself smiling at her boys, realizing how much different they’re acting about Yoongi even just a week after she’s forgiven them. She’s seen both Jin and Hoseok acknowledge Yoongi subtly in potions- a simple head nod whenever he walks into the room, but it’s better than nothing- and Yoongi himself mentioned that Jimin even smiled at him once in the corridor, but he swears Jimin mistook him for someone else. She’s happy the boys are listening to her and taking her feelings into consideration, even if they don’t particularly trust him yet.

Looking at Jimin beside her and pinching his face lovingly, she laughs when he complains and finds herself glancing over at the far corner almost out of some uncontrollable instinct. When she locates Yoongi’s form, however, she finds that he’s already looking at her, a small smile lingering on his lips as he watches her. For a second, she thinks he’s texted her again and is waiting for a response, but when they make eye contact he looks away so fast that she wonders if he was even looking in the first place. She watches as he raises his glass to his lips before pausing, staring down into it before grimacing and placing it on the table. She realizes it’s empty, and it’s obvious by the way he glances unhappily at the bar that he’s not looking forward to getting up and ordering another one. Once he goes back to his book, Y/n nudges Jimin, pushing him out of his seat so that she can climb out of the booth. Glancing over her shoulder at the guys, she calls back to them lazily as she starts to walk.

“This round’s on me!” She hears them all cheer as she’s leaving, and she can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of her. Pushing past the crowd and finally managing to perch herself on a bar stool, she catches the attention of one of the bartenders.

In the time that she’s left, Yoongi is flipping through his book absentmindedly, sighing at the fact that all his butterbeer is gone. Finally leaning back into the wall of the booth, he chances a quick glance over at Y/n’s booth, only to find her missing. Eyes flitting across the room, he wonders if she’s just gone to the bathroom when he catches sight of a pair of shoes he recognizes. The rest of the person is blocked from view by the crowd, but as he watches the owner of the shoes swing their legs almost childishly and notices that one of their shoelaces is untied, he smiles to himself, knowing instinctively that it’s her.

It’s always the left one… You’d think by now she’d have fallen enough times to learn her lesson.

Shaking his head, yet another soft smile on his lips, he pulls his gaze away from her, intending to go back to his book, but he locks eyes with someone before he can. Jin’s staring at him, a knowing smile on his face as he watches the Slytherin look for his best friend. He watches the way Yoongi searches with a little too much determination to just be curiosity, watches as he finds her when it really should have been impossible. He watches as Yoongi’s features soften unconsciously, and he knows the guy is hooked. And if Yoongi wasn’t being obvious enough, the way his eyes widen and he looks away when he realizes he’s been caught by Jin gives it away completely.

Jin watches for just a little longer, taking in just how nervous the Slytherin looks as he flips mechanically through his book, and he wonders if Y/n’s picked up on any of it or if she’s too caught in her own feelings to notice just how clear everything is. Just in time, Y/n returns to the table to break his train of thought, carrying two glasses in each hand as a random 6th year Hufflepuff girl follows behind her, carrying the rest. Setting everything down, Y/n turns back to the girl with a sweet smile.

“Thanks, Claire! I don’t know what I would have done without you-” The girl laughs brightly, shaking her head.

“It’s no problem. I watched you contemplate carrying all eight at once and I knew it was just going to end up being a huge mess.” The boys all groan, the thought of Y/n spilling eight butterbeers crossing their minds at once. Y/n glares at them after she’s waved the girl off, sitting in Jimin’s old spot at the end since he’s taken hers.

They all stay there for a while, drinking and laughing as they enjoy their day off together. Only after they’ve convinced Namjoon to down the rest of his drink all at once and laughed so hard they thought they would cry when some of it came out of his nose did they decide to head out, following the routine they’ve had since they were 3rd years. Just as they’re walking out, one of the bartenders passes them, smiling politely at Y/n. The same bartender makes his way over to Yoongi, who had spent the last half hour wondering if he should order another drink or just leave. Yoongi glances up as the man approaches him and sets a full drink on the table.

“Uh… I didn’t order this…” The man smiles at him, pointing at the empty booth once occupied by Y/n and her friends.

“The young lady who was sitting there earlier ordered it for you. It’s already been paid for.” Yoongi’s only noticing now that she’s left, actually having gotten into reading his book for a while. Glancing up at the bartender, he smiles awkwardly and asks for a to-go cup as he packs his bag.

-

Honeydukes is just as crowded as the Three Broomsticks, if not more. Y/n immediately gets separated from the boys when they enter the store, each of them going in different directions to grab their candy hauls for Winter Holiday. Y/n heads straight for the giant pile of peppermint toads, hearing the sound of Jin already starting to argue with Hoseok over a pack of jelly slugs. They’re there for a while, each of them piling up on way more candy than they can handle. Y/n doesn’t even see Yoongi make his way through the door, too busy examining a pack of licorice wands. He almost laughs when she makes a face at the item and puts it back, and he catches a glimpse into her basket as her name is called by Jungkook and she’s passing right by him.

He chuckles to himself at how focused she is, unable to process her surroundings when she’s on a mission. He wanders the store a little longer, grabbing a few things he knows he likes- mainly simple chocolate bars and a few sugar quills- before making his way to the counter. When he approaches the clerk, he waits until his candy is bagged and he’s handed over enough money to clear his throat, catching the young woman’s attention. Pulling out his phone and scrolling through his photos until he finds the one he’s looking for, he shows her the screen. It’s a photo of himself, but there’s someone next to him. Y/n has her head on his shoulder and her eyes are closed, having fallen asleep after a particularly long night talking at the astronomy tower. Yoongi’s smiling sweetly in the photo, but before the clerk can see too much of that part, the photo’s been zoomed in to focus on Y/n.

“Uhm, there’s a girl here right now- this girl, I mean. She’s hard to see right now because there’s so many people here, but she’s carrying a basket filled to the top with peppermint toads and chocolate wands- I’d like to pay for her items if I could.” The woman looks a bit shocked, wondering just who this guy is, but she nods politely as she tries to estimate how much it would cost. Yoongi only adds to her curiosities about him when he pulls out his wallet and hands her a handful of galleons, mumbling that she’s probably still shopping but that it should be enough to cover everything. Cocking his head to the side and staring into his wallet as the clerk stands there with an open hand full of galleons, he hums to himself and pulls out a handful of sickles, placing them into her hand with a smile and a quick comment to just keep the change.

“Ah, I would also really appreciate it if you didn’t tell her it was me…” The woman nods, finally giving up on figuring him out, and thanks him for his purchase as he grabs his bag of candy worth less than even half a galleon and smiles awkwardly at her, turning on his heel and walking away.

When Y/n approaches the counter not even ten minutes later, lugging a very heavy basket at her side and complaining loudly to Taehyung about how much it was going to cost her, the woman smiles knowingly at her and starts bagging her items. Just as Y/n is pulling out her wallet, the woman addresses her.

“Actually, Miss, it’s all been taken care of already- here’s your receipt!” Y/n takes the receipt blankly, very confused at the fact that she didn’t just have to fork over half of her life’s savings. Staring down at the piece of paper, Taehyung complaining over her shoulder about how lucky she was, her eyes lock onto the amount that was paid.

“Huh?!”

-

After texting Yoongi several times and only receiving very vague responses, Y/n finds herself about to hunt the man down. She doesn’t mention anything to the boys, but Jin knows her well enough to realize by the way she’s looking around as they wander through the town that she’s looking for someone. He’s about to leave her to her aggressive searching when he sees a form he recognizes passing by the window of one of the shops on his left. Nudging Y/n gently, he points at the entrance of Tomes and Scrolls and gestures for her to follow his gaze. When she glances in and sees the silhouette of the man she’s looking for, she smiles gratefully up at Jin, calling out to the boys.

“Hey, I’m just going to head in here for a second! There’s a book I wanted to buy!” Thanking Jin when he takes her bag of sweets, she makes her way into the dimly lit shop, not hearing as Hoseok questions the rest of the group (“She reads?”).

The bell to the shop dings quietly when she enters the store, the clerk smiling at her as she passes him, happy to have a new customer. The store is essentially empty except for her and her target of attack, who at the moment is hidden from view. She makes her way slowly down the aisles, peering into each opening and searching for her friend. She’s starting to wonder as she’s reaching the last aisle if maybe both she and Jin were hallucinating when they saw Yoongi, but there, in the very back where she should have expected him, is the exact person she wanted to find.

He’s facing the shelf, a book open in his palm as he flips through it, his eyes steady as he skims the pages. A receipt for Honeydukes is peeking out of the corner of his bag, confirming her increasingly high suspicions. Walking up to him, completely unnoticed as he focuses on the book, she pulls the item out of his hand swiftly and suddenly.

Turning to face whoever decided to interrupt him, the look of irritation fades from his face as he realizes who it is. She’s staring down at the cover of his book, mumbling the title to herself.

“Moste Potente Potions?” Glancing back up at his face, she gestures to the book. “Isn’t this available in the library?” Yoongi smirks, grabbing it from her and tossing it gently back and forth in his hands.

“Indeed, Miss Y/l/n, it is. But it’s only in the restricted section, and - well, that’s just too much work, don’t you think? I’d have to return it at the end of term anyway, and I like writing in my books- but how are you on this fine afternoon?” She scoffs and steps toward him, forcing him to step back awkwardly as she continues to approach him. Eventually, his back is pressed firmly against the wall and he’s staring down into her eyes as she stares back steadily.

“Mister Min, who asked you to pay for my purchases at Honeydukes? And that much, no less?” Yoongi curses himself silently, mad that he wasn’t able to predict that she’d guess it was him. He reaches out in an attempt to ease her frustration, running a hand over her shoulder and down her arm before coming to a stop at her elbow. He leans down into her face, a sense of mild satisfaction running through him when her expression falters and she leans away a little bit. He thinks it’s funny that she wants to act tough, considering who he is. Coming just that much closer to her, he waits until she’s blinking rapidly, the heat in her cheeks very obvious, before he whispers softly to her.

“I do what I want, Y/n.” If their positioning wasn’t enough to fluster her, the authoritative tone of his voice, no matter how whispered and soft, is enough to set her skin on fire. But he doesn’t seem to be done. Internally, he’s screaming at himself to calm the fuck down, but externally he’s playing a game that she started- the only thing he shows is a smirk that tells her he’s turning the tables on her in this moment they have alone.

Wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, he keeps whispering to her, using his other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Just think of it as an early Christmas present. Would you accept it then?” When all she does is grumble about how annoying he is, he chuckles at her and turns slowly, forcing her back to the wall as he switches spots with her. Releasing her waist in favor of placing a hand on the wall next to her head, he brings the hard tone back to his voice, thankful that he’s had so many years to practice it and that it actually works on her.

“You’re so whiny, Y/n. Why are you making me out to be the bad guy when you paid for my drink earlier? You know I don’t like you doing things like that.” He reaches out beside him and drops the potions book on the shelf, using that hand to take hold of her chin and turn it so she’s looking him in the eye, unhappy with the way she’s been looking at anything that isn’t him. When he has her gaze, he keeps her there, wondering if she can see everything he’s feeling in the moment just by looking into his eyes.

Worried now that his own gaze makes him too vulnerable, he lowers his eyes, allowing them to come to a stop just under her nose. He has no idea that to her, all he’s done is gone from looking into her eyes to staring down at her lips. Not wanting to make the same mistake as last time, she forces herself to remain still, deciding instead to speak softly to him.

“I do what I want, Yoongi.” He watches her mouth move, watches as her lips speak his name, and he can’t tell if he’s more amused that she’s talking back to him or more frustrated by his own urge to kiss her. In an attempt to regain control of himself, he raises his gaze to meet hers, not realizing that once he locked eyes with her again, his self-control would only weaken. Thrown off by the way her gaze makes his heart lurch and his breath cut short, he finds himself glancing down at her lips again, trying to decide if he should make a move.

He’s in the process of falling apart when her soft hand comes to rest on his forearm, still propped up against the wall next to her head. She’s wrapped her fingers around his wrist and is staring openly into his eyes, and in any other situation it would be enough to push him over the edge. But before he can even move, the bell above the door to the shop rings out again, signaling another customer.

“Y/n! What the hell’s taking you so long in here?” The sounds of her friends making their way into the shop and greeting the clerk prompt her to realize exactly what they were about to do, if she had even read the signs right. Putting her hands on his chest and pushing him back gently, she ignores her pounding heart and brushes past him, whispering that she would see him later as she goes.

Yoongi watches her walk out into the open aisle, catching the attention of her friends as she claims that she couldn’t find the book she was looking for and that they should just leave. Once they’re gone, Yoongi is leaning heavily against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor as he breathes heavily. Sinking his head into his hands, he curses softly to himself, thinking about everything that just happened.

What the fuck just happened?

[writinghq]

😃 headcanons for ushijima? Fluff headcanons?

hey! hikari was struggling to find some inspiration for this lmao but voila, here it is! we hope you enjoy! i have the slightest feeling she based this off me smh

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

“Hold on tight.”

“R-right.”

“Alright. Pedal.”

It was their first date together, yet for some reason they were sitting on a bike, with Ushijima holding them and the bike upright from behind

“How did I end up in this position?” Ushijima’s s/o thought to themselves

Ushijima had planned this whole first date down to a tee

Picking them up at their house, heading to a nearby cafe, taking a walk to the park, renting bikes to ride together, grabbing ice cream afterwards, walking by the river as the sun was setting

Tendou did send Ushijima’s s/o a message the night before to “expect nothing less from our captain”

Tendou must’ve had a lot of fun helping Ushijima put together this shoujo manga-like plan

Ushijima’s s/o was having a bit of trouble stifling their laughter as Ushijima relayed the whole plan out to them when he arrived to pick them up

Nevertheless, they found it absolutely adorable

There was just a little problem

They couldn’t ride bike

They didn’t know how

Ushijima’s s/o enjoyed the first part of the date, but the worry still lingered in their mind

How would they tackle the situation when it came?

Should they wing it?

No, there’s no way you can just “wing” riding a bike

They were almost finished with the third step, walking to the park, when Ushijima’s s/o finally admitted to Ushijima about the matter

“… You don’t know how to ride a bike?”

“I’ve never gotten around to learning it.”

Ushijima’s eyes widened slightly, enough for his s/o to confirm that this really was a shocking confession

A hint of guilt clenched in their chest

“I’m sorry I ruined your date plan.”

Their eyes that had been on him throughout the date were now look down at the ground, embarrassed and guilty

They both stopped in their tracks, right in front of the entrance to the park, an air of silence around them

“Ushijima—“

“Do you not like bikes?”

“It’s not that, it really is just that I never had the chance to—“

Ushijima’s s/o doesn’t even get to finish their sentence as Ushijima takes a hold of their hands

He grips their hands gently and leans his face a bit closer to their own face

His gaze was locked on to theirs

Ushijima’s s/o felt like their lungs had stopped working for a moment there

Maybe their heart too

“Wait here for a bit.”

He retreats, releases their hands, and runs off somewhere  

Ushijima’s s/o was still a stunned by what had just happened

It took a minute calm down their heart, that was now beating strongly

As instructed, they waited at the exact spot he had left them

In a few short minutes, Ushijima came back, bringing a single bike with him

His s/o ran a few scenarios through their head as they opened their mouth to speak

“I-Is that for you…?”

“No. You.”

Their face scrunched up into that expression of theirs that indicated confusion

Their eyes widened, their eyebrows furrowed, their nostrils flared a little bit, and their mouth went into a little pout

“Bikes were next on the plan.”

Ushijima’s s/o’s expression remains the same

Ushijima’s usual monotonous expression cracks into a small smile

He extends his right hand to them, his left supporting the bike

“Let’s go.”

They made their way to a section of the park that was vacated so that there won’t be any… casualties

It took a quite a while for them to even get on the bike

Ushijima held the bike upright as his s/o examined it as if it were some foreign and complex contraption

“So, I just lift my leg over here, sit down, put my feet on the pedals, and hold on?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re positive I won’t fall?”

“There’s no guarantee.”

They take a few steps away from the bike, and Ushijima silently watches as his s/o jumps around to try to shake off the panic

They look straight into Ushima’s eyes with a look that begged for mercy  

“Ushijima!”

“As long as you do it right, you won’t fall.”

His s/o does a little pout at him before finally coming closer to the bike and getting on

Ushijima makes a small comment about how the grass could serve as a cushion if ever they may fall to ease their worries, but it only makes them panic again

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all! Uh, can you just hold on the entire time?”

“But then I wouldn’t be able to teach you properly.”

“But I don’t trust myself to be able to pull this off!”

“___.”

They turn around at the call of their name

“You can do this.”

“O-okay.”

They face forward again and grip strongly onto the handle bars, bracing themselves for what was up ahead

“I got you, so all you need to do is focus on what’s in front of you.”

They turn to Ushijima, a small gracing their lips

Ushijima returns the smile, slightly

They face forward again, trying to hide how their smile was growing bigger and bigger

“O-okay! Let’s go.”

“Hold on tight.”

“R-right.”

“Alright. Pedal.”

There was a lot of questions going around their head, but Ushijima had told them to focus so that was what they were going to do

They took a deep breath before pressing down on that right pedal

They were pedaling slowly on the paved walkways, Ushijima holding them up from behind the whole time

Things were starting to go quite smoothly, so he assumed it was about time he let go

He released his hands from the back of the bike, and his s/o started moving straight forward on their own

For at least three seconds

As soon as they discovered his absence from behind them, the panic rose again and they started tipping towards the left

Ushijima quickly rushes forward and holds on to them and the bike before they fell too far

His s/o whips their head towards him, silent and frozen panic spread across their face

Ushijima gives them a small pat on their head, though their expression remained unchanging

“… I’m sorry.”

They slowly turn their head straight forward

“It’s okay.”

“Maybe we should keep moving slowly for a bit longer.”

“Yes, please.”

They proceeded as they did before, his s/o slowly pedaling, and him supporting them from behind

This went on for awhile

As time passed, they were starting to get the hang of it

The pace picked up a bit, and Ushijima felt that he didn’t have to put in that much effort to hold them up straight anymore

It seemed that they were able to find their own balance already

Of course, his s/o was completely unaware of their progress

And from what happened before, Ushijima thought that maybe it would be for the best if he stayed silent about it for a bit longer

Gently, he let go, and he watched as they rolled on forward on their own

The gentle breeze blew at their hair and the setting sun shone on them just right, making it seem as if they were sparkling, the scene tainted by the color orange

Ushijima couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight

His steps came to a halt as he continued to admire the scene

“Beautiful,” he silently thought to himself

His heart fluttered, but he still didn’t fully understand why, even if he already was in the relationship

Both of them had been there the whole day, and sure, Ushijima’s plan had already been scrapped at this point, but it didn’t matter to him anymore

These feelings were only confirmed at the sound of his s/o’s voice, now in the usual cheerful tones that he knew and loved

“Hey! Ushijima! This is actually quite fun!”

There was no response

His s/o called out to him a bit louder

“Ushijima?”

Ushijima responded from behind

“You’re doing it!”

His s/o kept their eyes and head ahead as they continued speaking to Ushijima

“I am?!”

“You are!”

“Oh my gosh!”

Ushijima can hear their laughter tickle his ear and his chest starts feeling all tingly

He lets out a breath through the nose before slowly walking closer to his s/o who was now getting faster and faster

He made sure they were always in sight, and he continued to follow them around the park

They biked all the way to the nearby lake, the sunlight dancing on the water

“Ushijima! I’m actually riding a bike!”

A small chuckle escapes his lips

“You are.”

“Ushijima!”

“Yes?”

“How do you stop this thing?”

Ushijima realized that the bike was now heading straight for the lake, showing no signs of stopping

Actually it was speeding up

Who decided to make a downslope near the lake of all places?

Ushijima picked up the pace, charging straight for them

He pulled them off the bike and rolled onto the grass

The bike rolled on for a bit more before falling onto its side, right before the water

Both of their heart rates were up, one from physical effort, and the other from emotional stress

Ushijima immediately started checking his s/o for injuries

“I’m fine, I’m fine. But seriously, that was something.”

They let out a laugh

“And you actually were right about the grass.”

Ushijima’s expression was unchanging, but his s/o noticed his arms around them, and how strong his hold was

He turned his gaze away

“Maybe the bike wasn’t such a good idea after all. I’m sorry.”

His s/o tilted their head at him

After all, they had so much fun today

What was there to apologize for?

“Hey.”

Ushijima turns to them once again

His s/o then plants a small peck onto his cheek

His eyes widen slightly

“Don’t apologize. I loved today. Thank you.”

They give him a smile

Ushijima stares at them for a second longer right before burying his face into their shoulder

He was making attempts to fix the expression on his face that even he didn’t know

He couldn’t understand how so much emotions could well up inside him from just one smile

“I enjoyed today immensely as well.”

Ushijima’s s/o pats him on the head before releasing themselves from the embrace and standing up

Ushijima looks up at them

“Wait here for a bit.”

They then run off somewhere

Obediently, Ushijima waits on the grass

They come back, two ice cream cones in hand

“Is that for you?”

“How can I eat two ice cream cones on my own?”

They take a seat in the space next to him on the grass and hands him one cone

“Ice cream was next on the plan, right?”

Ushijima takes the cone silently, choosing to admire the person in front of him rather than the food

“Yes.”

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Tips and tricks for my future son. Pt3

101. Give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Assume, until proven otherwise, that most people are not coming from a malicious place. Like yourself, everyone is just trying to get through the day.

102. Do not pour water on an oil/ grease fire. It will create more fire. *same with my future mixtape

103. When visiting another country, learn the most basic greetings and always attempt to speak the language a little, even if you totally suck. Locals will appreciate the effort.

104. If you want something you never had, you have to do something you’ve never done.

105. Please respect yourself enough to wait for the right person who makes you happy rather than rush into something with the wrong person just for the sake of it. Don’t compromise your core values.

106. Keep your head up in failure, and your head down in success. Remain humble.

107. It’s ok if you’ve never had any sort of spiritual experience, God loves you just as much as other people.

108. Practice like you are the worst, play like you are the best.

109. Open the vent on your suit jacket.

110. Don’t ever litter.

111. During a conversation, dont one-up your friend. “Oh man I only slept for 6 hours today”. “I only slept for 5″. No one likes those kind of people!

112. Try to fix things yourself when they break. You learn new skills, save money, and won’t panic the next time it breaks.

113. Don’t do drugs (legal or otherwise). I’ve never seen drugs (which includes excessive alcohol) improve people’s lives and I have seen it destroy many.

114. Be realistic. Everyone says you should be optimistic (which I 100% agree with and can say one of my stronger qualities!)… but in all honesty, I think a healthy dose of realism is best.

115. Pinch your nose closed when throwing up. It reduces the amount of acid burn you feel by a lot.

116. Don’t be suprised when trials come. The bible says to expect them. They do deep work in your soul.

117. Everyone you meet knows something you don’t. Remain humble.

118. “Any decision you make in this household, you make it 3 times. Once when you make it, once when your sister makes the same decision after watching you do it, and once when your younger sister makes the same decision after watching you and your sister do it” - your Grandpa

119. Incase of a seizure, try and move nearby furniture so the patient wont get hurt. Let them get on with it. Once its over, move them somewhere safer. If it last more than 2 minutes, call the ambulance.

120. Always send a thank you email after a job interview.

121. You can’t save everyone.

122. You can try your hardest to not be a toxic person, but sometimes you still will be. Apologize genuinely, and learn from it.

123. Not everyone is going to like you and you don’t have to change who you are for them. It’s much more important to like yourself as a person.

124. Some employers are more concerned with personality rather than skills. If you made it to the interview, you have the skills.

125. If it has to do with the desier to learn, there are no stupid questions. Asking questions shows that desire. And a desire to learn should be applauded. 

126. Contrary to the popular belief, I think it doesn’t take one to know one. You don’t have to be a chef to know the food sucks at a restaurant. You know what I mean?

127. Let someone know you’re picking up the tab for a meal AFTER they’ve ordered. This allows a considerate friend to order what they want freely and also prevents someone from taking advantange of your generosity.

128. If you’re buying a house gift for a friend, don’t buy anything that hangs on a wall.

129. If you’re going to ask for a favor, always include the word “because” in it.

130. When on a speaker phone, always announce that everyone may be able to hear the conversation.

131. If you want to marry an awesome person, see to it that you are doing everything you can to be awesome.

132. Even if you’re sure a friend can’t go to an event, invite them anyway.

133. Don’t say maybe if you want to say no.

134. If a cop pulls you over at night, turn the dome light on so he can you inside your car. Showing him you have nothing to hide.He might get you off with a warning. *Unless you have drugs, then I failed as a father hmm

135. Always move a passed out drugged friend onto their left side to avoid suffocating. *Just incase you failed my advice of finding good friends smh hmm

136. You might have heard that teaching others is an effective study method. Treat your word document as your clueless friend when studying.

137. Caring what other people think about you is just part of being young. The sooner you can learn to let go of your attachment to other people’s validation, the sooner you begin to live your real life before retirement.

138. If you can hear them but they can’t hear you, you’re the one with the weak signal.

139. Initiate handshakes with profesisonal women just as you would with men.

140. If someone asks you a question that may seem stupid to you, do not critisize or laugh at the person asking. They are attempting to learn and you may discourage them from asking in the future. Remain humble.

141. If you are having a stressful day or period of life, keeping your room clean and personal belongings well organized must be top priority.

142. Life is too short to hate Naruto ;) you already know we watching that together hehe

142. If you want to sound sick when calling in to work, lie of your back while hanging your head over the edge of the bed. You’ll sound congested. *Please dont abuse HAHAHA

143. Contrary to the popular belief, it’s ok to question adults.

144. Never assume, let alone comment, that someone’s job is easy just because they make it look easy.

145. Our hearts must break so that we can be like Christ.

146. Get 3 hobbies. Something physical to get in shape with, something social, and something creative/artistic.

147. If you like a girl, don’t ask her to hang out. Ask her out on a date.

148. Sometimes you just gotta say “screw it”. Be bold!

149. BUDGET BUDGET BUDGET

150. Don’t ever be afraid of coming to me when you need someone to talk to. Let’s take on the world together!