#i did not do the homework i couldnt be bothered to make up answers

[k0kichiimagines]

i hate writing cvs and teachers r useless at help i love them and i appreciate it but "i have no skills to put on my cv what should i put" - "aww no everyone has skills just think of something"

[rinaforpages]

how (not) to survive academic invalidation

park gunwook x reader

hahahha...

using the american hs system bcs wow! im american... (i half wrote this at the end of last school yr so)

warnings: swearing, self-deprecation (obv), yn hits themself, angst with a bit of fluff at the end, reader is actually smart but surrounds themself with geniuses.

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# 1 dont compare yourself

"junior year kicks everyones ass." you wanted to kick whoever said that ass. not only was the school work kicking your ass, your friends and classmates seemed to be doing just fine.

they were working on ap chemistry minus laura and gunwook who were working on ap environmental science, and you, who took neither of those classes, felt extremely out of place, doing your ap us history homework.

"whats species richness again?" laura asked gunwook, who quickly answered her question. you looked up, planning to ask the soon-to-be early graduate a question, only to see him helping sarah with a chemistry problem.

you weren't like them and you despised that. your friends were top of the class, an average of a 4.4 gpa, an early graduate (and first in the 2024 class overall) and there you sat with your measly 3.75. they were in 3-4 ap classes, and you sat there, struggling through your 2. (in your defense, ap lang and apush are the two hardest aps juniors could take).

you didnt excel in any way shape or form. they had just about an a in every class (minus ryan in french, who had a b), and a b was your most common grade.

a good 10 minutes later you had finished struggling through apush, you moved on to mandarin. you were the only one who took mandarin, everyone else opting for french. the characters jumbled your brain as your friends spoke in french, seemingly coming easy to them.

you heard footsteps walk by, and ricky laid a hand on your shoulder, looking over. "thats wrong." he said simply. the french kids careened their necks to look at you. he grabbed your pencil and wrote the right character, then walked away. you hummed as you circled the characters you didnt know, opting to ask zhang hao over bothering ricky again.

"you ok over there?" gunwook asked. you scowled.

"i dont understand why there are so many idioms! im losing my goddamn mind." parker laughed, mumbling that you chose the language. you couldnt (or didnt want to) voice your doubts as you thought you could.

as they focused their attention on their homework again, you waved over zhang hao, who hanbin had asked to help cut fruits for you and your friends. he set down a plate in front of you, then sat down.

"what does 开夜车 mean zhang hao please im gonna kill myself." he laughed as hanbin looked up, extremely concerned.

"you know 熬夜, right?" you nodded "so its kind of like that but youre doing work. it literally means burn the midnight oil" you thanked him as he patted your head, pulling the plate of fruit away from your friends and toward you, gunwook making a sound of discontent.

you sighed, packing up your bag at a text from your oldest brother. he was home from his masters program in germany, apparently, and was now waiting outside the dorm. you loved your older brothers, you really did, but they were so much smarter than you ever will be. the oldest graduated magna cum laude from mit, now achieving an accelerated masters for mechanical engineering, and the younger was attending harvard for premed, both completely full ride.

your friends, finally re-noticing you, looked up. "where are you going?" gunwook asked, shushing yujin.

"brothers here," you mumbled, not wanting to wreck your self-esteem any more than you had. sarah pouted, but nodded, whipping out her phone. gunwook opened his mouth, but then quickly closed it. "bye hao, thanks for the help. bye, hanbin and jiwoong!" the three oldest members waved back, hanbin hugging you as you walked by. when you got in your fathers' car that your brother was driving, you spilled your guts.

# 2 dont fall behind

at some point, your motivation fell through. all you wanted to do was lie down and stare at the ceiling all day. sadly though, education laws (and school rules) prevailed.

as you trudged up the stairs from last lunch to pre-calculus, you cursed the architects of the three-floor building and whoever required you to go to school.

two of your friends—laura and ryan—had junior priv, which meant they left early. sarah and coral (who had missed the study session) were in ap chem, and gunwook left for a shoot. without your friends to motivate you to work harder, you felt there was nothing left for you to do.

you had fallen asleep in mandarin earlier that day, so why were you still exhausted?

quick answer: you had stayed up late finishing your apush bonus points.

actual answer: you had no motivation to do anything.

you were falling behind on homework: what used to be doing homework as soon as you got home turned into doing it right before class. a teacher had approached your freshman-year english teacher about it, the one teacher who you could talk easily to. yujin was standing right there; they mustve not have realized you two knew each other.

ricky and zhang hao had invited you over for a cdrama binge session. (ricky said "itll help you" in his texts.) but yujin quickly pulled you aside.

"youre falling behind?" he asked, pointedly. you sighed, nodded, opening your mouth to reply as gunwook walked by, asking what you were doing.

"nothin! ricky and hao invited me over." the words rushed out, and they were so not convincing, but gunwook shrugged and moved to sit down beside ricky and gyuvin. you hushed yujin and walked over and sat down beside hao. gunwook stared at you.

"come here." he motioned, shoving ricky off the couch. you hesitated as you made eye contact ricky, but eventually, there were only so many thumps against the couch you could take. "see? more comfortable over here" you hit him, and he let out a yelp.

"do you have much homework, yn?" taerae asked, setting down a bowl of popcorn.

"only a couple of classes," you replied, shoving a kernel in your mouth.

matthew laughed, "the usual suspects, im guessing?" you nodded. gunwook threw a (toned) arm around you as the two chinese members debated the drama.

"how much have you done? its sunday." gunwook asked, lightly, rubbing circles on your arm with his thumb.

"i can do it all tonight and tomorrow." you sighed, the sentence reminding you of where you are in school. gunwook hummed.

"make sure you get sleep, though. you need sleep, its not healthy if you dont." fuck. you were in deep shit in two ways. you were falling deeper into your rut, and you were falling deeper in love with your childhood best friend.

# 3 dont be too hard on yourself

...was easier said than done. your mind cursed you every time you got a bad grade. you wondered what was the point: you werent good enough to get into the likes of yale, or any of your colleges for that matter.

you had long since fallen off the ladder. it had injured you your 8th-grade year, and every attempt to climb back to where you were or any pushing from a 3rd party proved futile, as you only slipped and fell back down again.

the sat was fast approaching, and every practice test you did was never where you wanted them to be. every stupid math problem you got wrong brought a punch to your head. you had called gunwook, only realizing when he didnt pick up that he was in a shoot. panicked, you hung up before the voicemail. when he called you back (10 times with his members also calling you), you opted to ignore it. it was getting late, anyhow, and you had to go in early for apush in the morning.

apush lab made you want to kill yourself. sarah sat next to you, but everything always seemed to favor her. the quizzes, the teacher. it was unfair, really. american history was supposed to be your thing. so why were you struggling? after lab, sarah asked you what was wrong. "gunwook had called us in a panic because you didn't pick up." you shook your head, lying through your teeth.

"i had a question, but then passed the fuck out like 5 minutes later." sarah laughed and nodded, saying she was glad you got proper sleep, mumbling something about the aforementioned friend. when you asked, she waved you off, the man himself standing outside your classroom. he swung an arm around you as sarah walked in the opposite direction to her next class. he asked you the same thing. you lied to him too, but he looked less convinced. he didnt press you further, though, as you two began to walk down the stairs to your creative writing workshop—a senior elective you had begged your guidance counselor to take. gunwook took it to fill spots in his schedule.

the teacher loved him. as did everyone. you wondered if you could ever experience that. your oldest friend was everything you weren't and it was a point of contention inside your mind. you cursed yourself that you were nothing like him. gunwook nudged you in the middle of class when you were given an opportunity to work, asking what was wrong.

"i know thats not why you called me and then didn't pick up. you're also in your head right now." he pointed out, softly. you hummed, scribbling down something in your notebook.

"i just... i had a question but it was stupid. i figured it out." he looked at you pointedly, a look that told you to tell him the truth. "seriously! im ok!" he nodded, grabbing your hand for a squeeze.

# 4 do your best

you were nervous. ok nervous was an understatement. you rocked from heel to toe as you awaited the announcement that the doors were open. your friends chattered nervously around you. for them, this was the first time they were taking the sat. this was your second. you had gotten a 1340 on your first try—nowhere near where you wanted it to be. your brothers had gotten 1600 and 1590, respectively.

you were on call with all your friends the night before, gunwook coaching you guys through certain questions. he had texted you, (only you, but you didnt know that) wishing you luck. ricky and zhang hao had wished you luck as well.

everything seemed like bricks in your bag. it was only a couple of things—a computer, for the digital sat, a pencil, a calculator, a water bottle, and a banana. but it felt like you had hundreds of textbooks in your bag for no reason at all.

the doors swung open, and you rushed up to your assigned room. the setup was a blur, and the reading section seemed to be so too. during the break, your friends voiced similar opinions. then, during math, you began to struggle. somewhere along the way, though, gunwook popped into your head. you dont know if it was   because you wanted to make him proud, or you didnt want to disappoint your oldest friend and crush, but it worked. you powered through module 1 and 2, module 2 being the toughest one by far.

when the results came back two weeks later, you waited with baited breath as your friends skipped class with you to check all of your scores. gunwook held your hand as you refreshed the page.

"i dont want to look." you said, hiding your face in his chest.

"ill look for you." he mumbled into your hair, scrolling down. you felt him smile into the crown of your head, "i knew you could do it, sweetheart." you looked, and a big glaring 1590 stared back at you.

"wook!! holy shit a 1590!!" you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight.

# 5 talk about it

you sat with your friends and the members as you awaited gunwook's family's arrival. gunwook smiled from his seat on the gymnasium floor, holding up his phone. almost on instinct, you all checked your own.

wook🩵: this'll be you guys next year. ill be up there watching you all.

sarah burst in to tears. laura full on sobbed, and ryan and carols eyes were brimming with tears. as you read the text again and again, you got a separate text.

wook🩵: i'm proud of you y'know? i saw you struggling a bit at the end there but you made it through. i love you, yn. im glad to call you my friend.

i love you i love you i-

"hey yn sweetheart!" gunwooks mom sat next to you. his brother waved, and his father gave you a curt nod.

"hi. you guys must be excited." his mom laughed, nodding, then shoving your shoulder.

"im more excited about something else." you opened your mouth to ask her what, but the ceremony started

giving gunwook his graduation flowers made him blush. he shook his head. "do you not like them, wook? i thought theyre your favorites." he shook his head again, dropping the flowers into his mom's hands, grabbing your face.

"you are clueless, yknow that? i gave you so many hints. everyone knows." when you asked him what he meant, "yn, you didnt think id notice you putting yourself down? you know i cant fucking stand that. sorry mom. it kills me that the love if my life doesnt realize how fucking amazing they are, and it kills me that they dont realize that im in love with them." at this point, you dont know what you were doing. because gunwook was confessing to you that he both likes you and that he knows about your self-deprication. so now, surrounded by friends and seniors, gunwooks family and members, you kissed him.

it wasnt like anything you had imagined. your first kiss, you mean. peering seniors were waved off by shouts from matthew and gunwooks brother—both burly enough that even the biggest varsity football players would shrink away.

gunwook smiled on your lips as your friends cheered amongst themselves. you heard a loud "闭嘴!" from zhang hao to what you presume was ricky chatting with the senior mandarin class. when you broke off, gasping for air, gunwook tore off his graduation gown, pushing it onto his poor unsuspecting leader. he grabbed your arm, and the two of you sprinted as fast as you could.

out the gymnasium doors, out back by the cafeteria, through the back-woods path. he stopped when he was sure no one would follow him.

"so whats going on? with the whole." he gestured to your head. you knew what he meant, so you nodded. you told him everything, how you compared yourself to everyone, especially your friends and brothers, you were falling behind, your motivation was close to 0, and you never really believed that you could do it. he was quiet for a while. you knew he was trying to find the right words.

you wanted to cry, or throw up, probably both. it felt like the trees and the birds and your boyfriend? were judging you. but gunwook just apologized, for not noticing sooner, for not knowing how to help. you shook your head, tears threatening to fall, but he shook his too.

"no, no, im your best friend, yn, i need to be here for you. im serious, you have people to rely on, you dont have to shoulder this all by yourself." the tears threatening to fall were not a threat anymore, and the dam broke. gunwook grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into a hug.

—

mandarin guide:

开夜车: kai ye che, lit. burn the midnight oil

熬夜: ao ye, stay up late

闭嘴: bi zui, shut up/close your mouth

[blueraineshadows]

Heart Breakers: Chapter 3B - Garreth Weasley's ending

I strongly advise you read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 first. There is also an alternative ending for Sebastian here. Written from a request by @simpy-slytherin F!MC is called Leina in honour of her MC

Garreth Weasley x Leina 🦁❤️

"He is staring at you again," Poppy said. She gave Leina a careful look. "Have you two still not spoken?"

Leina didn't have to ask who she was talking about. She didn't even turn to look, preferring to remain where she was, sitting under the tree, her book open on her lap. Poppy was looking over Leina's shoulder, obviously at Sebastian. And, no, Leina had not spoken to him. She still hadn't found the nerve to.

After her chat with Professor Weasley, when she had urged Leina to sort things out with Sebastian, Leina had tried to find him that night, but to no avail. She hadn't tried to seek him out again.

It had been three weeks. Three weeks of his eyes on her back, avoiding him in corridors, speaking through stiff lips when there was no other choice in classes. It was miserable, to be honest, but she couldn't find the words. The longer it went on, the harder it became, and she hated her cowardice. But, she just couldn't get past the fact that with Sebastian, it was always drama, and she wasn't sure she had the strength for it anymore.

"Do you think you will ever speak to him, Leina?" Poppy prompted. She looked concerned.

Leina thought about that. "Yes," she answered. "Eventually, but not today."

Poppy nodded sadly and they returned to their Beasts homework.

.....*.....

Garreth studied the wizard's chess board, his face serene calm as he reached to make his move, taking out one of Leander's pieces. He grinned at his success.

Leander sighed and shook his head. "Nice move," he grumbled. There was a grudging respect to his words. He eyed Garreth curiously before sizing up the board to make his move. "So, what's the deal with you and Leina?"

"There is no deal," Garreth said, smoothly. He smirked at Leander's move, already knowing what to do. "If you think you're going to distract me, it won't work. I'm just too good."

"Come off it, Weasley, there has to be something going on," Leander said. "It's like you two are joined at the hip, and I have to say, the way it's pissing Sallow off is literally a gift from Merlin."

Garreth tried not to grin in agreement, but it was really hard not to. In all honesty, he was nowhere near as bothered about Sebastian as Leander was. Their whole, weird rivalry thing got a bit annoying at times. Garreth couldn't be bothered with all that, but seeing Leina so distressed because of him, it had darkened his view of the Slytherin boy.

He couldnt help it. He felt protective of Leina. He felt more than that, if he was being really honest, but he kept that buried in his secret heart. She didn't need him adding to her troubles. He was just happy to share her time, as much as he could get away with.

He made his move and again, Leander had another piece smashed from the board. He chuckled at Leander's groan of defeat.

Footsteps sounded behind him and his eyes were covered by a pair of hands. A voice, familiar and more than welcome, spoke softly into his ear. "Guess who?"

His smile was wide under his covered eyes. "If it isn't the most beautiful girl in Gryffindor House, then I'm going to be very disappointed," he said.

"Ugh," Leander said, pretending to retch.

Leina giggled and removed her hands, placing them on his shoulders instead. "What's the matter, Leander? Jealous?"

"You two need to get a room," Leander scoffed.

Garreth felt warmth creeping up his neck and he cleared his throat, patting a hand on one of Leina's. "What's up?" He asked, changing the subject. "I thought you were seeing Poppy today."

"I did, we studied outside earlier, but she had to go," Leina said. "It such a lovely day out, but I'm a bit bored on my own, so I thought I'd come see what you were up to."

"I'm just kicking Leander's butt at chess, but I can do that anytime," he smirked. He looked up at her. "Would you like to do something?"

"You could walk me to Hogsmeade, if you like."

For that smile, he would walk her anywhere. "Sure, you want to go now?"

"I'll meet you back here in ten minutes."

As Leina shot off towards the girls dormitory, Garreth leaning around Leander to watch her go, he felt a foot nudge his shin.

"Oi, lover boy," Leander smirked. Garreth swung his eyes to him. "Like I said, you two need to get a room. She clearly wants the 'D', bad."

And Garreth would love to give it to her, but on her terms. He didnt want to push her on it, no matter how hot she got him under the collar. Garreth screwed his face up and gave Leander a swift kick back under the table. "You're so crude."

Leander laughed. "Fuck, you have got it bad."

....*....

Clouds were closing in above them as they walked back from Hogsmeade, thick, heavy clouds promising rain. Leina's feet ached, they had wandered around the town all afternoon, but she felt...happy. Her gaze slid to the boy walking beside her and suspected he was the reason why. She had been coming to realise it more and more over the last week.

In the Three Broomsticks earlier, Garreth had Butterbeer foam on his top lip. Rather than point it out to him so he could fix it, she had reached across, swiping along his top lip with her thumb, removing the foam. It had been instinct, done without a thought, a gesture of familiarity.

She hadn't been prepared for the intense eye lock, the flush of warmth, and the pleasant tingle that shot all the way from her thumb to her core. Garreth had blushed so hard even his ears had gone pink.

These little moments kept happening. All by accident, of course. Like in the Potions detention when they had tumbled to the floor. She had almost kissed him then, she was sure of it. What if Sharpe hadn't caught them? She felt her cheeks warming up and pressed her fingers to them. Garreth Weasley had snuck up on her, day by day, and now, she realised, she was rather hot for him.

Garreth was eating a box of jelly beans as they walked, pausing every now and then to throw one up and catch it in his mouth. Of course, he had to provide a running commentary of the whole thing, making her chuckle quietly. He was quite good at it, but then one bounced off his nose dropping to the ground. He just dusted it off and tried again.

"Let me try," she said. They paused on the path and he held out the box. She took one with a grin and then tossed it skywards. She bent her head back, mouth open, squinting up. She couldn't see the bean, and then it whacked her on the forehead before sliding down into her scarf. "Oh, shit!"

The pair of them were giggling as she began to unwind her scarf to try and find it, the jelly bean slipping down under her collar. Garreth took hold of her scarf, holding it up as she fished around in the collar of her blouse. Her eyes widened. "It's gone right down," she said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Lucky jelly bean." And then he bit his lip, his eyes skipping away from her. He cleared his throat. "I can...turn my back while you...you know...look for it."

Splats of rain began to plop onto the path around them. Leina pinched the fabric of her blouse and shook it, the jelly bean slid down to her waistband. She tugged the blouse out and it plopped onto the path. "It's out!"

The splats of rain became more frequent, huge drops of water spreading out across the ground and running down their faces. "Maybe we better make a run for it," Garreth said, looking up at the angry clouds.

"We won't make it," she said, shaking her head. She glanced about, getting her bearings. She grabbed his hand. "Come on."

They ran, the rain now showing no mercy as it began to hammer down from the angry sky above. A rumble of thunder rolled across the lake and Leina tugged at Garreth, urging him to run faster. She led him off the path, through some trees.

"Where are we going?" He shouted over the sound of the rain.

"A cave, just up here," she shouted back, pointing ahead. "Its one of my usual spots to collect Moonstone."

They both hurried in to the shelter of the cave, puffing and shaking their arms. Leina looked down at herself and then at Garreth. They both looked as though someone had just hauled them out of the Black Lake, soaked to the skin, hair plastered to their heads.

Garreth shook his hands, droplets spraying everywhere, and looked out the mouth of the cave. The rain was like a curtain of water, visibility out through the trees limited.

"This could go on a while," he frowned.

"And we are soaked to the skin," she said. She tugged off her robe. "We will be freezing."

"Actually, I was more concerned about missing dinner," he said, patting his tummy.

"After all those cakes and sweets you scoffed earlier?" She gaped. "You're like a bottomless pit."

He held his arms up, flexing his muscles. "I'm a growing lad."

She huffed a laugh. "Come on, let's see if we can't find somewhere to hang our robes to dry. We could try to get a fire going maybe. The cave goes in a little way."

Garreth pulled out his wand and cast Lumos as they headed in deeper, the cave opening out into a room sized cavern, Moonstone clusters glittering from the ceiling and in the corners. Garreth smiled. "Pretty," he murmured. "I had no idea this cave was even here."

"I found it in 5th year," she said. "I lost count of all the caverns and ruins we stumbled across on our adventures..."

Leina trailed off, sadness clouding her face. Her and Sebastian had spent many an hour exploring together, laughing, flirting. She swallowed. She didn't usually mention Sebastian these days.

"Do you miss him?"

Leina looked at Garreth. He had removed his robe, but rain water dripped from the ends of his hair, sliding over his freckled face. His hair looked darker, he looked so different without his familiar soft, waves framing his face. He looked less like the soft, charming boy, and more like a harder man, the angles of his face sharper.

She realised she was breathing faster, and not just because of his question. A question he was waiting for her to answer. The look in his eyes showed that this question was loaded with more than just curiosity.

"Sometimes," she said, truthfully. "He wasn't always...difficult."

She draped her robe over a rock outcrop, needing to keep her hands busy. Her knit jumper was soaked, and her blouse, but she only pulled the jumper over her head and put that beside her robe and scarf.

"Did you...do you, love him?"

She paused, her back to him, and held her breath. She could hear the hammering rain outside the cave, the distant sound of thunder. Trapped here, alone with Garreth, nobody else to interrupt, the bigger, deeper questions were coming out. Her eyes danced over the glittering Moonstone, their beautiful colour tones reflecting the light from his wand.

Then, she closed her eyes. Sebastian. Yes, once she had thought she might love him. They had shared so much, adventures, dark memories, death. Those kind of experiences formed a bond between two people, and she suspected that was something that would always be there.

But as for love...no, she realised. She'd had a crush. Sebastian was handsome, charming, and yes, sexy. But he was also dangerous, possessive, stubborn. She didn't think she could handle anymore dark chaos and trauma. She was tired of having to fight every day. It shouldn't be that hard to be close to someone.

"No," she said softly. Her tone was almost one of surprise. "No, I don't love him."

Silence. She opened her eyes. Shuffling came from behind her and the hairs on the back of her neck lifted. She turned to peek and almost felt deflated when she saw that Garreth was mimicking what she had done with his jumper and robes. Her breath left her in a rush.

Was that it? He wasn't going to say anything? She frowned, puzzled, and turned back to adjust her soaked robe. Her fingers trembled. She had thought he was going to come to her, touch her...

Her lips parted. Merlin's balls, she wanted him to!

Her heart picked up speed and she began to twist her fingers, hyper aware of how alone they were. She could feel his proximity on her skin, goosebumps swooping up her arms and neck like a wave. She risked another look and almost gulped when she saw him tugging his shirt from the hem of his trousers, a flash of skin appearing as he flapped the wet fabric. Oh, sweet Merlin!

Then she was scolding herself, told herself to get a bloody grip. If he had wanted her, surely he would have made a move by now? Sebastian would have, it didn't take long for Sebastian to find her lips.

But Garreth wasn't Sebastian, and she should stop comparing them.

Memories tumbled fast and furious. The gentle way Garreth always touched her, his mad blushes, the way he took care of her that night. A memory that often danced on the edge of her day dreams was the one in Potions detention, laying on top of him, wet and squirming and the moan that had slid from his lips.

She turned to fully face him, quick breaths and fluttering pulse making her tremble. He met her gaze and she almost whimpered. Gods, look at him, all wet and rumpled,and looking at her with eyes that were really quite pretty when she thought about it.

There was a flash of uncertainty in his gaze and he shifted, lifting a hand to drag fingers through his wet hair. She bit her lower lip. She wouldn't mind a go at that. She watched the flush stain his neck and rise slowly up to his cheeks.

He cleared his throat. "Um, I er...shall I see if I can find some old wood? You mentioned a fire."

Fuck the old wood! There was a fire burning in her blood and she wanted Garreth Weasley to stop being a damn gentleman for once and kiss her until she couldn't breathe!

"Why did you ask me about Sebastian?" She blurted.

He swallowed. "I...I..." He winced and rubbed a hand over his face. "Fuck sake," he muttered. He took a breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to press you on the matter."

There he goes again, putting her feelings first. What about his own feelings? What did he want?

Leina felt a feral growl of frustration stick in her throat. She was standing here, right in front of him, begging him with her eyes and he still held back. A wicked streak of devilment shot through her and it made her eyes spark dangerously.

"That's alright," she said, sweetly. "No harm done."

Her blouse was already untucked from rescuing the stray jelly bean, but it was also wet, clinging. Slowly, she began to unbutton it. "I can't believe how fast that rain came on," she said, lightly. "I am soaked right through."

She peeked up through her lashes, her lips twitching slightly at the sight of him. He was staring, transfixed as she slid the blouse off her shoulders, exposing the pretty chemise she wore underneath. She actually heard him gulp.

Reaching up with her bare arms, she pulled the pins from her hair, the bun tumbling free. Her wet hair pooled over her shoulders, dripping and darker in tone like his.

A shaky breath came from his lips and he had to look away, a fist over his mouth as he began to pace. He still held his wand, lit with Lumos, and the orb of light it projected followed him.

Poor Garreth. She was a naughty tease. But he still hadn't come to her. He was still holding back.

Well then, she would have to go to him.

He jumped when she touched his wand hand, her fingers tugging it free, she pointed it upwards and cast a charm. The soft glow of the orb floated upwards and hovered near the ceiling, bathing them both in its gentle light. The Moonstone glittered around them, reflecting off the water droplets on his skin. She put his wand on top of his robes and then moved to begin unbuttoning his shirt from the top.

"What...what are you..."

She paused to press a finger tip to his lips. They were damp and soft, parted. She could feel his hot breath rasping past her finger and a slow burn began to coil in her stomach.

She smiled and returned to his buttons. When the shirt was fully open, she slid the fabric wider, a delicate brush of her finger tips against his chest pulling a small, desperate cry from him.

She met his gaze, his eyes, so close, burned, his pupils wide and dark. She dropped her gaze back to his chest and slowly, she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his skin. His breath shuddered, noises coming from his mouth that delighted her ears. He liked this, he wanted her.

Her hands disappeared inside the shirt, smoothing around and up his back as she slid her mouth gently, lips dragging against him, the tip of her tongue flicking to taste him. She sighed softly.

"Oh, Gods," he breathed. His voice a strangled, desperate plea.

His fingers tangled into her hair, gripping it and pulling her head back so that she looked up at him. He stared at her mouth, eyes blazing.

"Kiss me, Garreth," she pleaded.

His moan started before his lips even touched hers. His kiss was firm, his fingers tightened in her hair. She parted her lips, welcoming him, then a soft, tentative swirl of tongue.

The kiss deepened, a soft moan leaving her, molten fire consuming her. She shivered as his fingers swirled up her hip, tangling into the thin fabric of her chemise. She rolled her hips towards him, rocking against his pelvis. His lips broke the kiss, a low, feral sound ripping from his throat. She looked at him and his eyes were squeezed shut.

"Are you alright?" She gasped.

He nodded, his eyes popping open. "Fuck, yes," he gushed. "This is...it's brilliant!"

They stared at each other and a giggle bubbled up out of her mouth. "Why are you so fucking adorable?"

He looked surprised. "Do you really think so?"

She nodded. "I do. I also think you should kiss me again. I quite liked it."

.....*.....

The next morning, Sunday, Leina rolled over in her bed with a sigh, enjoying a lazy lie in. She curled up under her blankets, unable to keep the smile from her lips. She closed her eyes and thought about the cave, his kisses, his hands at her hips and in her hair. It made her burn all over again.

Last night, before retiring to bed, Garreth had pulled her onto his lap, lips seeking hers. This time she pushed fingers through his soft, dry hair, tugging gently. She loved how it made him moan.

She hugged her blanket to her chest. She wanted to squeal and kick her feet like a happy child. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt that way.

It reminded her that she had been through dark times, and while she was stepping into some light for once, she realised that she needed to chase the last of those shadows. She needed to speak to Sebastian.

.....*.....

The gate to Undercroft groaned open and Leina stepped inside. She walked slowly, eyes scanning until she saw him, propped up against a wooden crate, book in his hands. He looked up, his face stunned at the sight of her. He dropped the book and stood in one fluid motion. "Leina!"

She paused, feeling a little awkward. "Hi," she said.

He licked his lips, took a step, then paused. "How are you?"

"Good," she smiled. He returned it.

The training dummies were in their usual spot. She eyed them and pulled out her wand. "I thought I would get some training in. It's been a while, and I don't want to get rusty," she said. "I fancy my chances at beating you in the next Crossed Wands Championship, I'll have you know."

He looked at the dummies and then back at her, swallowing hard. "Is that so?"

She nodded and went to take postion in front of her usual wooden victim. "Up for a few spells?"

"When have I ever turned down a fight?"

It was like old times. The air was thick with smoke and the flash of spells as they gave the dummies a good thrashing, before turning to duel on each other. It was nothing too taxing, a few well known charms, but it felt good to be flexing her muscles again.

When she called a truce, they moved to a table where bottles of water were kept. She drank deeply and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I've missed this," he said.

She looked at him. "Me too."

"I'm sorry you know, for everything," he said. "I hate that I hurt you."

"I know," she nodded. "I accept your apology, on one condition."

"What's that then?" He looked wary.

She moved a bit closer. "I get my best friend back."

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Best friend?" He looked down at his feet, chewing his lip, then he nodded. "Just friends?"

Leina took a deep breath and fiddled with her wand. "You are important to me, Seb. I want you in my life," she said carefully. "You are my best friend, you always were. As a couple, we don't work, and I don't want us to end up hating each other. I couldn't bear it."

"I could never hate you," he said, firmly.

"I'm gonna hold you to that,' she said. She took another deep breath. "You need to hear it from me, before the inevitable gossip starts."

He stilled, eyes tight.

"Garreth and I..."

He closed his eyes, turned his face away. She braced herself for the explosion of rage, but his shoulders just sagged a little. "I knew it was coming," he said, sadly. "It was obvious. The way you look at him..."

"If you'd rather not be friends with me..."

He spun back, quickly. "I'd rather have you as my friend than lose you all together," he said. He stepped up to her, hand raised. His fingers shook as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought I'd lost you forever after that night in the Clock Tower. After everything we've been through, I can't stand the thought of my life without you in it."

"So, you won't cause trouble with Garreth?"

She saw the war going on behind his eyes, and then they shone with tears. "Does he make you happy?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Then, that's all that matters."

She hugged him, fiercely. They clung to each other, two damaged kids who had found each other in the dark. She may have placed her heart elsewhere, but she still needed him. And, she suspected, he needed her just as much.

.....*.....

Leina snuggled in closer to Garreth, his arm securely around her shoulders. Poppy giggled beside her. "You guys are too cute," she said.

"I can do cuter," Garreth said. He bent to kiss Leina on the tip of her nose. She giggled.

"Oh, for fuck sake you two," Leander groaned. "Its bad enough when you do it in the common room."

"You're just jealous," Sebastian said, smirking.

"Not as jealous as you," Leander muttered.

Sebastian scowled, his wand hand twitching. Leina tensed, and Garreth felt it. His fingers stroked soothingly along her arm. He chuckled. "Damn right, he's jealous. He's secretly always wanted me to kiss him on the nose."

Poppy giggled and Sebastian threw Garreth a sour look. "Unlikely," he drawled. "When is this meteor shower supposed to start, anyway?"

"According to my calculations, any time from now," Amit said, excitedly. "We just have to watch, and wait."

Leina looked around at her friends, all of them gathered up on the Astronomy Tower deck, wrapped up warm, and sat around on blankets. They had smuggled up snacks and hot tea, the boys had a flask of fire whiskey, and they had settled in to wait for a promised meteor shower. This was perfect. This is how it should be.

When the first streak of light zipped across the sky, she tightened her grip on Garreth, leaning in to his warmth. He had seen it too, then he looked down at her, pressing a kiss to her temple. When a second, then a third burned through the sky, she looked up at him and smiled. She brought her fingers to his face, guiding him down to kiss him softly on the mouth, his cheekbone, below his ear. She heard the soft intake of his breath, could feel the thud of his heart through his warm layers of clothing. Her heart swelled. She brought her lips to his ear. "I love you," she whispered.

He stilled, his breath hitching. He looked down at her, eyes glowing in the starlight. She didn't think they could get any closer together, but apparently he was prepared to try. He was practically crushing her against him as he bent to whisper the same three magical words back into her ear.

They stared at each other, savouring the moment, while their friends exclaimed over the falling stars that now seared the night sky.

There was absolutely no way she was going to bed on her own tonight. Not if she got her own way, and she was fairly confident on her chances.

Notes: Thank you to every person who had a read of my fic, for every interaction, you're awesome. I loved doing this request! Whichever boy you love best, I hope I did them justice. I loved them both in this, which is why you got two endings 💚❤️

[bridgyrose]

Sailor Moon as a werewolf

Usagi winced and pulled back as she held her arm, watching the bite and scratch marks she got from the wolfman start to heal as Ami bandaged her up. “Why did it have to be me,” she whined. “Why couldnt it have been Minako?” 

“Because you’re the only one dumb enough to try to fight it on your own,” Rei answered back. “Though, it is strange that a wolfman came out during the day.” 

Ami finished tightening up the bandage on  Usagi’s arm. “Well, the full moon is still out during the day, so its not that surprising.” 

“But arent werewolves supposed to be a night thing?” 

“There was a solar eclipse, so that might have something to do with it.” 

“Or it was Queen Beryl’s doing,” Makoto suggested. “She’s been looking for ways to get rid of us and sending a wolfman at us wouldnt be too off the mark.” 

Rei nodded. “And it would explain why we saw it during the day.” 

Usagi sighed and pulled her sleeve over her bandage. It had been a rough fight, and while they were able to stop the werewolf, or at least drive it off, everything about the whole situation seemed off. A werewolf this week, vampires last week, zombies the week before… almost as if someone was having fun sending out Halloween monsters to fight instead of the normal goons Queen Beryl sent. She paused in thought as her stomach growled. A nervous smile crossed her lips as she checked the time. “Its getting a bit late and I should get home for dinner.” 

“We should all get home,” Ami said in agreement. “We’ll see you in class tomorrow and then we can see if we can find out where all of these monsters are coming from.” 

“See you all tomorrow!” Usagi waved to her friends as she started to make her way home, thinking about what her mom was making for dinner. Thoughts of beef udon or takoyaki filled her mind as she walked home, slowly turning to craving steak or hamburger. She licked her lips for a moment, then paused as she smelled some meat cooking down the street. It took a few moments for her to get out of her stupor and to start making her way back home. She must’ve been hungrier than she thought. 

Usagi quickly ran home, not bothering to check to see what her mother was making as she rushed upstairs to her room. Since the sun was starting to set, it was easier to make her way into her room than to get questioned by her mom. She threw her bag down at the foot of her bed as she went to her desk to start her homework before bed. 

As the sun set and the moon started to rise, Usagi found herself having trouble trying to focus. At first, it was the sounds on the street of passing cars that seemed louder than normal, the smells of dinner cooking in the kitchen starting to get to her, and the feeling of her hair brushing along the back of her neck. Then there was the feeling of being called to by something outside, nagging at the back of her mind until she finally went to her bedroom window and opened the blinds. As her eyes gazed on the full moon, her mind started to slip as pain coursed through her body. Usagi doubled over as fur started to grow along her arms and back, nails started to lengthen to claws and her teeth started to get sharper. Bones cracked as her clothes tore, feet turned into paws and her face started to become more muzzle-like. Her ears pointed as she let out a loud howl, breaking through her window and running off into the night, instincts driving her through her first night as a werewolf.

[whoreanghae]

snowstorm ; chwe hansol

genre - friends to lovers, stuck together, theres only one bed trope (if u squint)

wordcount - 2.1k

disclaimers - lowercase was on purpose, fic under the cut ofc!

a/n - another friends to lovers sorry i just will forever love this trope so much, also the fts highlight medley is SOOOO good shadow is my song i think. i just finished this and its currently 5am so i apologize for any issues <3<3<3 enjoy

as draining as it was, you always found each day filled with classes to be somewhat rewarding at the end of the day, even if said reward was knowing it was your last class before the weekend. as you unlocked the door to your apartment, all you could think of was spending the next two days ignoring the pile of homework and assignments you have to work on. you made a beeline straight for your sofa as you toss your bag onto your kitchen table. you relax for 30 seconds, eyes closed, soaking in the artificial light from the lamp plugged in next to you. that is, until the trill of your phone ringing snaps you out of your trance. you pick it up, not bothering to open your eyes.

“hey,” you said, sounding more tired than expected. the voice on the other side sounded slightly more awake than you did. “are you done with your last class? if so what are you doing right now?” all the questions were enough to wake you up from your daze.

“i just walked in the door like 2 minutes ago, and i am actually free!” it was rare that yours and vernon’s schedules matched up. between his promotions and practicing, and your university lectures and assignments, it was proven difficult to find time to spend with eachother. thats why whenever possible, you would both be open to doing the most mundane of things together. whether it be running errands or just watching some random netflix show and eating popcorn. you both found comfort in the relaxed nature of it all. it was very you.

“wanna go get coffee?” he said, already expecting a yes. and of course, he got the answer he expected. “of course i do, and im buying this time! you paid for mine last time, now its my turn.” your smile could be heard through your voice. “fine, but im ordering the cheapest thing on the menu!” you rolled your eyes. vernon was always adamant on people not spending money on him, but you always evaded that rule whenever you could. 

you groaned sarcastically, making vernon chuckle. “alright, im on my way now, be ready or else im never taking you anywhere ever again.” you giggled as you stood up, throwing your jacket back over your shoulders. “you’d never last a week without me.” you said tauntingly. vernon couldnt help but smile. your friendship had always been like this, constant teasing and sarcasm. “shut up, get ready. he said, trying to suppress the smile growing on his face. “i will, see you soooon.” vernon mumbled a bye as he hung up the phone and you grabbed your phone and your wallet from your bag.

you slid into the passenger seat of vernons car and brushed the snow off of your jacket. “god, was anyone expecting this storm? its crazy out here.” vernon laughed at how shocked you were that it was snowing in the middle of january. “apparently its supposed to get worse, but i wont let that get in between us seeing each other for the first time in a week.” he smiled over at you as he put the car in drive and left the parking lot of your apartment complex. you looked over at him and the small smile he has on his face whenever you look at him. he always looks so content in your presence, as you feel the same in his. you watched him maneuver around the roads, mesmerized by his actions. he soon spoke, breaking you out of your daydream. 

“oh, i have to stop by the practice room really quick, is that okay?” you nodded. “im just tagging along, i dont care where we end up.” you said with a smile. vernon pulled into the parking lot of the building and opened his door, stepping out into the snow. he watched as you got out of his car and screwed up your nose at the fluffy flakes falling all around you, slowly getting more and more heavy as the snow piled in the streets and lots around you. 

you followed vernon into the elevator as he pressed the button leading up to the floor of seventeen’s practice rooms. you had been there a couple times, just for visits or bringing them snacks and drinks for motivation. the elevator ride was quiet. it was a comfortable silence, the low hum of the elevator music filling the air as you and vernon basked in each others company. the elevator beeped as the doors opened and you both walked down the hallway leading to their practice room. it was growing late, and the worsening weather outside caused the building to be somewhat of a ghost town. usually bustling with people working and hanging out, it was quiet and tranquil. you reached the end of the hallway as vernon used his keycard to unlock the door.

with a beep from the keycard scanner, vernon opened the door and you followed behind him as he walked into the large open room. he walked towards the cabinet where they put all of their personal items as they practice and pulled out a navy blue hoodie and a black beanie. he held them in his arms as he spun around to face you. “ready to go?” he said, walking towards the door. you hesitate before speaking up. “maybe we can stay here for a bit? wait for the storm to die down a little.” vernon quirked an eyebrow before shrugging. “sounds like a plan. come sit.” he walked to the corner of the room, where two black beanbags sat next to each other. as you both sat down, vernon gasped and jumped back up and half-ran to the other side of the room, where the entertainment system was. you laughed to yourself at his urgency. after a second, vernons playlist was playing quietly through the speakers around the room. he smiled as we walked back over to where you sat, fondly admiring his every move. 

you and vernon had sat in the practice room talking for over an hour. you had both honestly lost track of time. he checked the time, 10:27pm. you both quickly realized that your usual cafe had closed half an hour ago. he sighed, apologizing to you for not being able to get coffee like he had planned. “vern, i dont care what we do, as long as we get to catch up.” he scrolled on his phone, eyebrows furrowed, not replying to what you had said. you could tell he was trying to figure something out. you leaned towards him, furrowing your own eyebrows as well. “whats wrong?” he looked up at you as he turned his phone to show you an article stating that all roads in your area had closed due to the force of the storm. your jaw dropped as you made eye contact with vernon, and you both started laughing at the irony of it all. you dont see each other for over a week, and suddenly you’ll be stuck together for the foreseeable future.

the article that you and vernon had read stated that it can be expected for roads to stay closed until the morning, so you both decided that it was in your best interest to settle in to stay in the practice room for the night. “wait, i think it’s right… here!” vernon opened and closed cabinets in the practice room until he found the one he was looking for. inside the cabinet, there was a white blanket neatly folded and a white pillow on the shelf above it. “excuse me for asking, but why do you guys have a blanket and pillow in your practice room?” you couldnt help but laugh. the thought of someone needing a nap mid practice was the most seventeen thing you could think of. “well one time hoshi got locked out of the dorms so from that day on he kept supplies here just in case it happened again.” of course it was hoshi.

you both retreated back to the beanbags after finding the blanket and setting it aside. neither of you were tired, so you stayed up talking in the hopes that the storm would subside and the roads would miraculously open back up again. you talked and talked until the clock hit 2am and you both couldnt finish a sentence without yawning. vernon walked over to where he had layed the blanket and pillow on the counter, and brought it over and put both in your lap. “why are you giving it to me? you need to sleep too.” you picked it up and tried to pass it to him but he lightly pushed your hands away. “ill be fine, i want you to be comfortable.” you frowned at vernon, insisting on him taking it from you. vernon gave in, taking the stack from you and settling in. as he unfolded the blanket, he opened his arms. you quirked an eyebrow, confused as to what he was doing. “listen, im not gonna be the only one sleeping with a blanket. come here.” you stood up and walked over, inserting yourself into the space he had made for you under the blanket. the two of you had been friends for a while, but you had never been this close before. you expected it to be awkward, but it was surprisingly natural to both of you. your head rested on the pillow as vernons eyes fluttered shut, his long eyelashes laying softly on his cheeks. you admired his features, before closing your own eyes in case he feels you staring at him. soon, you were lulled to sleep by vernons soft breaths against your forehead. 

you woke up with one of vernons arms lazily draped across your hip, and your legs intertwined together as an attempt to create the illusion of the beanbag you slept on having more room than it does. judging by his slow breaths and steady heartbeat, he was still asleep. there were no windows in their performance room, so you had to crane your neck to locate the clock on the wall and find out how early or late you woke up. 9:03am. it was still early enough to let vernon sleep instead of disturbing his peace. you turned your head back to his sleeping figure. the light snores coming from him would annoy anyone else, but to you they were endearing. everything about vernon was this way to you. everything he did was perfect. you adored vernon, but had never seen him as anything other than a friend. as you lay here, limbs connected and the fading scent of his cologne lingering around you, you wonder if you had ever seen him as just a friend. what if you had been repressing the feelings you had? what if seeing him like this, so peaceful and vulnerable, had awakened something? what if-

your train of thought was brought to an end when an arm squeezed around your waist and a face was buried into your neck. you smiled a wide smile. “good morning sleepyhead.” you ran a hand through vernons messy hair as he groaned a “morning” into your skin. you sat like that for a minute, even closer to each other, until he leaned back and rubbed his eyes. “what time is it?” he said, his voice deep and laced with sleep. “its 9 oclock.” you couldnt help but smile at him. you rarely saw vernon early in the morning, only on times when you both made all day plans instead of impromptu ones. he yawned as he asked, “have you seen if the roads have opened yet?” you shook your head. “i couldnt reach my phone, its over on the shelf and you looked too comfy, i didnt want to disturb you.” the tips of his ears turned pink as he rolled over slightly and stretched to reach his phone. he rested his phone on your hip as he tried to find an update. you let your head fall to the pillow again, lightly closing your eyes as vernon scrolled through news sites.

“oh, it looks like theyre back open!” vernon said, slowly waking up, “you ready to go?” you didnt bother to open your eyes, just shook your head. “lets stay here a little longer. this beanbag is comfier than i thought.” you smiled as you heard his phone hit the table and his arm returned to its previous place around your hip. vernon pulled you closer, not saying another word.

[haikyuu-bf-scenarios]

Tsukishima Kei: Second Ecounter

First Meeting

post-writing note: i dont know if im right or not, but this one feels a lot longer then any of the other second encounters so far

*not edited*

‘oh how the turn tables’

you thought smugly, you also smirked smugly

why, you may ask? 

bc a normally smug individual was in front of your desk asking to borrow your homework

so he could copy it

bc he forgot it

“oh ho ho, this is gold”

you clapped loudly, garnering some attention

but when do you and Tsukishima not turn heads

“since when do you forget to do homework, Tsukishima??”

“i dont i just,,,”

“just??? come on spit it out”

“i fell asleep before i could finish” well that was certainly quiet. i couldnt quite hear him, could you?

“sorry what was that? couldnt really make it out, say again?”

he gave a resigned sigh, “i got half way through and fell asleep”

“oh come on really?!” ‘wow what a disappointment’ “you had to at least get some of it done, didnt you? you couldnt have just forgotten the whole thing; save me some of my respect?”

“absolutely not, bc im not as forgetful as you” he held out is hand for the paper “dont forget you owe me for letting you borrow my homework”

“yeah, yeah. i get it, gimme a sec”

you riffled around your bag for the class folder, once you pulled out the paper Tsukishima went to grab but you snatched it away before he could

“what now, (l/n)?”

“i will give you this, no repayment required-”

“we’re already even, i wouldn’t need to pay you back”

“no repayment required, IF you tell me why you were too tired to do your homework”

“no”

“then i guess your not getting it”

you made to put your homework back but he grabbed your wrist to stop you

“fine.” he let go of your wrist, letting you lean forward in dramatic intrigue

“i was exhausted from volleyball practice. the rest of the members are over-enthusiastic dumbasses that drain me just by being near me”

“really, thats it? youre just full of disappointments today, Tsukishima”

“just give me the paper”

“here” this time he snatched it from you so you couldnt take it back

he slumped down in his seat to start copying your work

you swung yourself out of your seat and leaned against his desk on his left side

“so, since when do you play sports. i always thought you were too,,,”

“too what, (l/n)?” he snapped at you

“ayy, no need to be snippy” oh this so much more fun when youre the one doing the teasing

“but what was i was going to say was~” you moved from his side to the front of his desk, resting your chin in your hands “youre too,,, lazy and unmotivated”

“do you have to bother me, right now?”

“hmm, i cant tease you about not finishing youre work, but i can about volleyball”

“what makes you say that?”

“the fact that you never mention it, i doubt anyone has ever seen you in your jersey besides your team”

he didnt give you an answer, but his mouth did twitch

“you just dont seem that interested in it, so im curious as to why you would let it effect your school?”

he looked up at you tiredly, you just gave him a coy smile in return

you stared at each other, willing the other to break

sadly your little staring contest was cut short by the class representative announcing the start of class

Tsukishima scribbled the last answer onto his worksheet before throwing it back to you

you two may poke each others buttons every chance you get but you have an underlying respect for the fact that you both are have the motivation of a brick wall

once the lunch bell rang you followed Tsukishima and his friend(?) Yamaguchi

“hey Yamaguchi” you slung your arm around him, keeping him from walking with Tsukishima “gotta question for you”

“whats your question?”

“youre not Yamaguchi, unless I was introduced incorrectly in the beginning of the year”

“Ah, Tsukki its okay, i’ll catch up with you”

“Tsukki? oh thats an adorable nickname. I’ll ask about that another time, but there are more pressing matters”

“i’ll be at the end of the hall, i dont trust you alone with him, (l/n)”

“aw, you wound me, Tsukki” he glared at your use of his nickname “i’ll return your best friend with all his innocence. although considering he knows you he looses some irreproachability by association”

you released Yamaguchi to shoo ‘Tsukki’ away

once he was out of earshot, you whirled around to face Yamaguchi again

“so this volleyball thing, how serious is he about it?”

he seemed confused

“i want to give him grief about it, but i have to make sure its worth my while”

“i-i mean i guess, he used to be”

“used to be?”

“ah, nothing, thats not for me to tell” he smilled shyly “i guess what i mean is that hes lost his interest. he doesnt take it seriously anymore, especially not like some of the members of our team”

you looked back a Tsukishima, he was staring at you both “i want to see that. Tsukishima with someone much more energetic then him - that’s gotta piss him off”

“oh they do”

“hm! i guess i’ll just have to see for myself” you turned back to Yamaguchi with a slick smile

“say~ what time does volleyball practice start? i need to check out the competition”

volleyball practice began at the end of the school day, the boys didnt enter the gym until about 30 minutes later

you sat atop the banister, your legs between the railings dangling over the edge

it was unlikely anyone would see you up here, so you could observe without being caught and questioned

you did your homework while the boys practiced

so far only slight jabs have been thrown out but it was mostly between the orange first year, Hinata, and the other tall first year, Kageyama.

Sure Tsukishima would make small comments under his breathe - not that you could hear them from your perch - but he didnt get directly involved

‘so odd’

once they took a break and Tsukishima and Yamaguchi went to go get more water you rushed down to the gym floor

“do any of you know where Tsukishima’s bag is?”

the remaining members of the club looked at you in shock and confusion

“uh,, who are you?” the captain, Daichi stepped up to ask

“(y/n) (l/n), im looking for leverage against Tsukishima and this club has been my first clue”

“OH I know you!” Hinata yelled “Yamaguchi mentioned you said you wanted to ‘check out the competition’“

You laughed nervously “I needed to make sure im the number one nuisance in Tsukishima’s life. I have discerned you both are not a threat to my title” you squinted at Hinata and Kageyama “so far”

you shook your head and looked at the others

“now can someone please tell me where his bag is before he comes back?”

they pointed you in the direction of the club room, the captains being more than willing to give you a key to get what you need

apparently they believe Tsukishima could use someone to compete with

since he doesnt see anyone on the team as worthy yet

when you finally made it back with his work sheet in hand, you noticed him walk into the gym just before you

you guess his team was still a little, uh, bewildered by your antics bc they were just staring at him

and you behind him

“why the hell are you looking at me so stupidly?”

you took this as your cue

coming up behind them you threw both your arms across their shoulders

“Now, now Tsukki~ dont be so mean. theyre just shocked by my presences. and you Yamaguchi - thank you for the intel”

Tsukishima groaned in annoyance “what are you doing here, (l/n)? and dont call me that”

you patted their backs before making your way further into the gym and back to your spot

you waved your hand mockingly in the air, the same hand that held the piece of paper from Tsukishima’s bag “it was good. these guys are way too over excited about volleyball. but something was off about your info”

“what info?”

You started walking backwards to address him “Yah, Tsukki, so demanding”

“what do you have in your hand?”

you waved the paper around some “the paper is unimportant to this conversation. but what is important is that Yamaguchi described you as uninterested in volleyball” you began going up the steps back the the banister “i would say you were just plan lazy”

“excuse me?”

“oh yeah, im surprised you took so long to refill your water, considering you didnt do much”

“wow someone who can lay into Tsukishima about as much as he lays into everyone else!” Nishinoya seemed very pleased with this

you had finally made it back to your seat and pulled your binder back onto your lap “now that i think about it, you dont put much effort into anything really. not even your school work. which explains why you left it half finished last night”

“compared to you who didnt do it at all”

he was standing under you now, looking up at you for once

“ya know it feels really good to finally be able to look down at you. I bet this is your first time ever looking up to someone”

“dont assume. ive heard it makes you an ass”

“ha ha” you glance at Hinata “well is it safe to assume that Hinata’s a better player than you?”

“what?” Tsukishima glowered at you, or tried to with his height disadvantage

“what?” Hinata cowered away, however, probably not wanting to be caught in this pissing match i cant blame him

“yeah~ he puts in the effort, whereas you dont”

“he has zero technique” this caused Hinata to make a noise of disagreement

“oh and you do?”

“of course i do”

“well i havent been able to see, youve barely played”

he didnt have retort to that, bc he knew you were right

he hadnt really played, hed done the bare minimum

but he had to say something “i, am a much better player than shrimpy”

“yeah right”

“i am right”

you leaned through the rails as best you could, “prove it”

at that moment you could’ve sworn you saw a spark light in his eye

but you were too far away and it was probably just a trick of the light

you did however notice that he did seem more into playing the game

did i ever explain what that paper was?

probably not

it was the homework for that night

you figured youd cause him a little panic

of course your not evil, and you did fill out his work sheet for him

making the work slightly different and copying his penmanship

you pride yourself for being an excellent forger

although he was not happy with you the next morning

moreover the teacher didnt suspect a thing when the homework was handed in

“yesterday was fun, i should watch your practices more often”

“you better not”

“what are you gonna do, Tsukki, stop me?”

“dont call me that”

i think its worth mentioning thought that a few of the upperclassmen on the team did seek you out during the day to invite you back

if you say yes or not is up to you, i dont control your actions, i just write them ;p

masterlist

[adowbaldwin]

Baldwins secret - part 34

Sienna couldnt remember someone in her life ever having made such an effort to fight for her, and her resolve was starting to crumble "and here's me thinking this was a farewell dinner for Jack and Augusta"

Baldwin stood moving to her side to pull out the chair "you would not have come otherwise" he spoke softly

She took a moment to look around her, candles in every corner, flowers draped along the walls and ivory decorating the ceiling "its beautiful"

"You are" he guided the small of her back to sit "wine? Or straight vodka" he tried hard not to but he grimaced as he said spoke. That was her only flaw, liking the taste of neat vodka.

She giggled "Vodka over ice please. How can i let a bottle of Russo-Baltique go to waste?"

He put on his best smile despite the bile rising and poured her choice "excellent choice"

She laughed at his false politeness "you are a terrible liar do you know that Baldwin?"

He poured himself the best, the one and only, Bordeaux and sighed "and you have terrible taste in alcohol, honestly who has vodka with dinner?"

"Aren't you here to woo me not insult me?" She knew she wouldnt keep him at arms length for long but there was something still bothering her about it all

"If anyone should be wooing its you after ruining my daughters wedding" the waiter who had been instructed to bring over Hors d'oeuvre's but wasn't sure if now was the best time for Crudité platters

She pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders "any woman who witnessed such violence from her fuck buddy would be concerned"

"Is that all i was to you?" He kept his face neutral despite wanting to leap over the table and punch the waiter in the corner "a fuck?" He scrunched his hand up on his knee in a tight fist

Maybe he did have anger issues

"We never put a label on it though, so you tell me" she challenged

"I certainly never stepped out with anyone else" he narrowed his eyes "unlike you"

She rolled her eyes "honestly get over your self!" She half yelled "it was one kiss on a night out! And like i said we weren't together"

He smashed his hand on the table "that's not the point we were courting it was disrespectful"

"Not as disrespectful as you trying to murder Jack after promising you wouldn't" she rose from her seat nostrils flaring like a bull "you said you would be nice to him!"

"THAT was before he fucked my daughter for fuck sake can you blame me?" He gripped the table trying to level himself "i act out of character when it comes to my daughters, fucking sue me. Who doesn't go hard for their children? You certainly do"

She was a mouse in a trap, she had no out of that one "alright ill give you that" she slowly sat back down taking her glass and necking the rest of the alcohol "are you going to feed me or just stare holes into my head?" She huffed

"What is going on with you? You're being a bigger bitch then normal" he beckoned the waiters over who were trying their best not to shake and drop the food "and i swear to all things if you blame it on being hangry" he warned, making the servers scurry away quickly

"You didn't answer my question" she frowned "what are we?"

He took her hand in his "i spend every Sunday with your daughter helping her with homework, have baked cakes with your mother and allowed you to put makeup on me. If that doesn't scream whipped boyfriend, then i do not know else to do to show you that i do not have an interest in anyone else. Ever. Never again"

She failed holding back her smile and faint blush "i think wearing a dress would prove it"

He smirked "sweetheart i wore a tunic longer then it was sociably acceptable, you find one ill wear it" he lifted her knuckles to his lips and pecked her hand "but if you take a photo ill remove a toe"

She kicked off her heel and ran her foot on the inside of his calf "which one?" She slowly bit her lip knowing how much the small act drove him crazy

"Food first" he cleared his throat “rudies later”

“Promise?” she softly moaned as she bit into the rosemary cracker covered in pork rillettes 

“i forced everyone out of Sept Tours, don’t worry i’ve got plans” he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, those perfect bowed lips wrapped around the fucking cracker

she smirked “so do i”

[1994sunflower]

oh my gosh!! I can just imagine Michael being so worried when their kids get sick or him being so confused if the children ever have homework and y/n’s not there to help out lol

oh my gosh when they get sick — he’s a nervous wreck

when theyre coughing, sneezing and crying

he would have an internal freakout

like what is he supposed to do

he tries to get them to stop crying but it doesnt work which just makes everything worse

fumbles around and just hands them stuff to try to distract them or get them to smile, a phone, keys, their favorite toy, sometimes even the tv remote 

wide stressed out eyes constantly as he tries to figure out what's wrong and what to do 

if you’re working, he’ll call you immediately

“should i take them to the hospital?”

“mikey…it’s just a cold.”

“how are you so calm about this?”

“because it’s normal for children to get a cold, michael.”

who wouldve thought you'd be the calm one in that situation lol (but I mean not really, you were worried obviously but not as frantic) 

you'd tell him to call you with any and all updates and he was very faithfully texting you like every 20 minutes 

and when you told him what medicines to buy, he’d go overboard and buy like 5 packs of each

he’d just be doting on his children constantly

when you were able to actually be there to examine them he’d be looming over you shoulder the whole time to make sure everything was fine

like honestly would just force water down their throats with how much water he was getting them because he knew being hydrated was important lol

wouldnt even want them to leave the house because it could get worse

pretty overbearing just like he is when he’s worried about you 

but somehow worse because these are his precious children which he would kill for and the fact that they’re anything less than happy and healthy right then bothered him so much - especially since he couldnt really prevent it or stop it since it wasnt physical 

he would probably end up getting sick too because of how much time he was spending near them but he wouldnt care at all

and when they need help with homework

I think he’d be good with a few topics like if they needed help with some basic math, statistics, stuff like that

and he’d feel so happy that he was able to help them out especially when they grinned up at him

“thanks dad”

would feel like the smartrest man on earth….even if it was just fourth grade math

but once they got older and they were asking about science, advanced grammar…..

he’d really try

like he would sit with them

but then just stare blankly at the paper

his children would be like “….i can go figure it out myself.”

“shut up, let me think”

cue him pretending to be texting something but really looks up the answer

or he would kind of ramble an answer of putting together random tidbits of information he remembered or that he might have helped you out with in college when you asked him to help you study (which was usually just him pretending to listen to you saying the things you needed to know out loud)

which both he and his kids knew didnt really make sense

but they went with it anyway

it kind of gave him an excuse to feel like he did something so he could leave lol

sometimes he would look off into the distance contemplating his life choices lmao or wondering just how easier this would be if you were there instead

but he didnt want to call you because you were busy at work or out with friends or something like that 

head scratches and annoyed sighs

maybe he should have paid more attention in school…

but he already graduated so why is he forced to learn this stuff again

he’d get frustrated and just be like “you know you’re old enough to do this yourself.”

or “aren’t you supposed to study to know this?”

cue his children giving him blank stares because they’ve all heard the story of his academic prowess (or lack thereof) and dedication to studying (or lack thereof) so could he really judge them?

no but that would just make him get all huffy

why did his children have to get some of his personality and look at him with the eyes he usually gave people to get them to back off

worse why did they have to be immune to his glares, just like their mother

[oh-theatre]

Livin’ It Up: Chapter 1

Chapter title: An Abrupt Beginning

A/N: Me ? Hating every single thing I write?? BUT OFC GOD I HATE THIS SO MUCH IT SUCKS AHAHA. Im so frustrated, I couldnt get Logans end rant to work and its stupid and I just hate everything i hate this i hate my writing hnnng. Can you believe i took an ok concept and and FUCKED IT UP

words: 2614

summary: Roman throws yet another party, and his only true hope for the night is someone to show up. Patton finds himself disturbed, and Logan needs to stop drinking. 

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual Moceit (Which then goes back to Logicality and Demus)

warnings: Swearing, alcohol, underage drinking, drinking, parties, kissing, throw up

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“Thank you, for coming to this party with me” Virgil repeats once more, combing through his hair for the fifteenth time. Patton chuckles from his bed, neatly sitting as he flips through his book, writing down notes in his book. “Have I mentioned thank you?” Virgil jokes, Patton nods, biting his lip as he crosses through a difficult section.

“The golgi apparatus provides transportation-”

“Pat! Shouldn't you be getting ready?” Virgil turns to him, the cheerleader stops chewing the end of his pencil, a sweet smile as he shrugs. He closes his books, stacking them neatly on his shelf, everything organized. Once his homework is tucked away into the right folders and his pencils are safely back in his pencil case he moves to the mirror.

“I'm good to go” He says flopping back to his bed, Virgil scoffs. “Virge, these parties aren't anything formal. As long as you've got your phone, clothes and a swimsuit you're good” Patton assures, Virgil nods sitting on the bed, his shoes lacing as he hums. Patton adds his final bow, putting his boots comfortably on. “Ready?” He questions, Virgil sighs patting his jeans.

“I guess”

~~~

“Hey sorry Cindy you mind if i borrow Logan?” Roman taps on the girls shoulder, she sighs pulling away from Logan's mouth. He waves her off grumpily following Roman into the kitchen. “What's that? Third one tonight?” Roman teases, setting up the snacks

“Fourth” He corrects picking his teeth. “Carter, Fiona, Marty and Cindy” He sits on the stool, stirring his drink, the remaining ice clinking delicately.  Roman wants to push but fears a drunken argument before his gathering so allows Logan to pour himself more of whatever murky drink he had been guzzling down. “Mm, why must we have these soirees” Logan mumbles, spinning around.

“Its a party Logan, i've been attending and hosting them for ages!” Roman argues, he sighs finally finishing his set up. “Look just dont make out with too many people, I don't need a million girls crying at me at the end of the night because they thought you were the one”

“They know im gay right?” He sips, adjusting his glasses.

“Do you know youre gay?” Roman retorts, a glare is his gift in return.  “Why do you do it then?” Roman inquires, moving the pair through the already bustling house.

“Its fun” Logan shrugs, Roman pauses snickering as he carries the chips. “Not fun, but its something to do. Mind numbing and does not require actual intellect” Logan slumps on the couch almost instantly finding himself lip to lip with yet another poor and emotional victim. Roman rolls his eyes walking away from the mess. The door continues to open as more people file in, soon the familiar scent of alcohol and booze fill the air and Roman finds himself taking the tiniest sips from his own drink. With every creak of the door, the slightest hope lights up the man.

Come on

Just walk through the door

Please

~~~

“Do I drink, do I get a drink, what do I do? I got this” Virgil rambles, Patton chuckles, shaking his head. Closing the door behind him he guides Virgil into the kitchen, serving him a club soda. He takes it, almost finishing the entire thing, the sweat dripping his anxiousness for miles. “Thanks, ugh why am i here”

“Because I invited you” Roman chimes in, Virgil practically chokes back his drink, being rescued by Patton. “I'm really glad you're here Virge” Roman smirks, Virgil nods through his ever increasing reddened face. His eyes land on Patton, a slight regret but a neutral respect is shared with a nod.

“Ill be by the pool if you need me” Patton whispers, taking his leave, into the rioting house.

“How are you?” Virgil decides, Roman closes the door behind them chuckling as he closes the distance. “That's not an answer” His nerves seem to calm as his ‘radiant’ sarcasm takes place. Somehow his annoyance for Roman returned, his defenses lifted. “Nice house, mind giving me a tour?” He dances out from the ever closing gap Roman entraps him in, a slight scoff of amusement but the teen obliges.

“Well this is the kitchen, an original model and renovated around 5 years ago” Roman demonstrates, Virgil nods finding it actually quite interesting. A serenity falling over him as he takes this moment to breathe. “Over here is the hallway, leading into an assortment of rooms” He explains, Virgil identifies a name plastered on each. “You've got the bathroom, an office and our library still in its original condition from 1875” He hopes to impress the young teen. Knowing Logan, when he was still fresh, found the room the most enchanting thing.

“And where's your room?” Virgil teases, knowing this apartment was enormous in its own right.

“Upstairs” Roman replies, Virgil bites his tongue. Upstairs, god this apartment was huge. “And downstairs we have the pool and some storage. Nobody really uses the pool to be honest. Mostly people seem to hang out in the living room or-”

“The other living room?” Virgil points as they come into yet another opening, flashing lights, loud screeches and many drunken dancers. Roman and him share an amused laugh.

“Care for a dance?” Roman nudges, Virgil scoffs, taking yet another sip of his drink. Finding the teen to be serious he can't help but allow this to fuel his laughter more.

“Me? Dance? Oh that's not the issue...it's dancing with you..” Virgil carries on, Roman rolls his eyes dragging him onto the floor. Slow but upbeat movements take place and...what's this? Is Virgil having...fun?

~~~

The light splashes and ripples of waves as Patton let his feet dangle felt calming. No part of him missed the chaos upstairs, sure freshman year this kind of thing was at least slightly intriguing. But the parties and the drinking grew tiresome and well...annoying. At least now he knew his way around, no one went near the pool, it restricted them.

So, with his bubbling soda by his side, and his book in hand he just sat. It was almost peaceful, the moon found its way through the window, the muffled sounds of music were present and the water felt cool to the touch, reminding him he was there.

“Are you reading?” A slurred voice requests, Patton squints up watching Logan tumble into the space. His feet repeating a crass and heavy movement.

“Are you tap dancing?” Patton hides his giggle. Logan shrugs dropping what seems to be his hundredth red solo cup of the night. Roman makes it a point to never give him glass ones or anything fancier seeing as his tendency to well...destroy grows heavy.

“Trying to” he continues, practically falling over himself, the pool and him soon to become very familiar. “Why are you reading at a party, it's a party or a social gathering and while reading is generally an enjoyable activity it deems itself unsocial and a bore when surrounded by peers and other things to spark your brain” He rambles, Patton forgot how fast the teen could talk. Logan had not been to debate in awhile. “Captain of the cheerleading squad, I would presume this is exactly your type of event” Logan staggers forward a bit more.

“Observant” Patton mumbles, returning his focus to his book, flipping through the pages happily.

“I mean I did happen to notice some of your team was present” Logan continues, Patton nods.

“Yes, I saw you and Brianna grow very close, I think a spring wedding” Patton jokes, Logan furrows his brows clearly scanning his already jumbled brain for the person in question. “Red head, wearing the green sweater and jeans” Patton reminds, Logan snaps a flash of excitement.

“Ah yes! She was fun, well okay, better than most people I suppose.” He sighs, finally finding himself a ground, he breathes. “I want to swim, so with my capable body and sane mind I shall” He deems, Patton looks up catching Logan as he removes his shirt. Now Patton wasn't invisible and he wasn't one to deny that Logan was well...fit. Hearing the splash as Logan falls into the pool he returns to his book. The water makes a plethora of noises, moving around the pool growing close to Patton. “You're intelligent” Logan pops up, Patton's gaze moves to him. He's closer now, fiddling with the water around him.

“Thank you?” Patton wonders, its random but he thinks its a compliment.

“Straight A’s, you skipped your junior year” Logan lists, Patton knows all this but he hums along, no harm in listening. “Captain of the cheerleading squad, student council president and vice president to the drama cabinet” Logan moves closer, Patton finally understands.

“So this is how you do it?” Patton kicks a tiny bit, the water flicks melting back into the pool. “You root out their accomplishments, find yourself impressed and then suddenly head over heels for you” He laughs, Logan hates the weird sense that floods him as the delicate sound sweeps the room.

“Photographic memory” Logan shrugs, leaning back as his hair washes over, drooping with thick water. He advances, curious as Patton continues to neglect him and read his book. “Im not wrong am i?” Patton shrugs, his eyes averting Logans prominent gaze. “Why dont you get in the pool? Why come down to read and sit with your feet in the water when your body could be submerged, are you so bored?” Logan pushes

“Just here for a friend” Pattons short and quick responses bother Logan, something about their manner itches him. He moves closer, finding himself close enough to feel the warmth upon his tingling skin.

“What, may I ask, are you reading?” Logan inquires, peeking over. He attempts to take the book, the world was his to own, why should this book be any different. Patton pulls away and soon the pair commence in a playful game, Patton tugs his book away as Logan fears no boundaries and continues to close the space between them. Grabbing as fast as he can to try and see what might be so much more interesting then Logan himself. Finally it slows and the pair eyes lock, Pattons arms retire and his body relaxes allowing a mutual agreement to both move closer and lock lips with one another.

He couldn't deny that the hype is not valid, he was a good kisser.

But even with Logan's hands meeting his own, and the perfect way this felt…

This wasn't Patton.

He pulls away, resting his hand on Logan's chest. A tender but bittersweet look to a pouting Logan.

“Sorry Moreno, but I'm not going to be one of those girls or boys” He smirks. The shock runs from Logan's face quickly as he pretends to fall hurt back into the pool. Patton stands finding the clock has run its course, and the night comes to a close. Gathering his things, stepping over Logan's mess, with no looking back he makes his way upstairs.

~~~

“Did you atleast have a bit of fun?” Roman hopes, Virgil and him having reconvened in the kitchen.

“When you were not stepping on my feet?” Virgil teases, pouring himself a much needed glass of water. “Yeah I had fun.” He rests, giving a somewhat anxious Roman a reason to breathe. They seemed to keep their proximity to one another, Virgil leans comfortably on the counter.

“Well good…” Roman whispers, not really paying attention as hes much more focused on the small details placed around Virgil's face. The sweet dimple of his sarcastic smirk, the poorly hidden under bags sleeping below his stormy and ebony eyes. The soft yet controlled way he kissed him-

Hold on…

They pull away both utterly confused by how this night had proceeded.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that…” Roman fiddles with Virgil's hand, ignoring the sweat from both.

“Me too” He smiles under his gloom “I think we’re just drunk” Virgil searches for an excuse, he knows the reality. He's been around long enough.

“I'm not drunk, are you?” Romans voice remains soft, Virgil shakes his head. The only drink he had consumed was club soda and water, both becoming aware as they push on his bladder. “I've had a moderate amount of drinks” Roman cant talk apparently, his ability to communicate normally and with his typical charm had clearly left him. Disappointed at his failed attempts.

“I should go” He decides, Patton appearing in the doorway only furthering that choice. Roman pulls away, biting his lip as he nods. “Thanks for inviting me”

“Thanks for coming” He replies, turning to Patton “Both of you” Feeling Virgil slip away, joining Patton. With a timid smile and wave he watches them link arm, rest tired heads and disappear.

~~~

“Are you going to help clean up or sit there and threaten to throw up?” Roman bites, exhausted he organizes and cleans up the remains of his celebration. Logan groans, his head pounding wanting nothing less then to be useless and contain almost zero information.

“He was different, and I don't understand why or how but he was. He was witty and he said no.” Logan begins, Roman yawns knowing what course this was setting him upon. “But I like him and not just I need to win over him but truly like him. I don't like this feeling, but it wasn't a done deal” He speaks, his words making no sense worrying Roman. “I kissed him, kissed him, and I do that. I truly do. I find some brief and fulfilling satisfaction from performing such an action but when he decided against it I felt not..that” Roman nods, processing his vague and ranting words. “Its not that hes cliche and that hes different but it was, he didn't care, this wasnt a game to him or some quick fling or an experimentation it was nothing” He scrambles hard for an explanation, all this thinking hurting his frail state. “I don't know what I feel, I don't understand and I don't enjoy that. I like understanding, I do, I know things, I'm smart, I got it..” This was Romans cue as soon as the self-doubt and irrationality set in, Logan needed to shut down for the evening. “I don't know what I'm talking about, who was it...Patty? Marlene...maybe Connor” he ponders, his trail of thought gone.

“Your fathers coming home tomorrow, we should get you rested and ready for his meeting” Roman reminds, leading a hyper and ranting Logan to his room. He moans as he falls to the bed.

“I loathe the idea of my father returning, I wish not to see him or meet with him. Its the same thing as always, and I don't mind, I've accepted my path but why must I be continued to be reminded of my lack of freedom and set future. I don't care, I have no qualms but to have to constantly be pushed further sparks a rebellious thought in me and I wish-

“I will smother you with my pillow Logan” Roman interjects “Go to sleep, you'll be back to your normal, cold, and uncaring self in the morning” Logan rolls over, clutching to the pillow beside him “Nothing will matter and you'll have become familiar with at least three new people by noon” Roman decides

“Mm...I very much hope you are correct in your predicament” And with his final words Logan falls into a deep sleep. Roman after much cleaning, passes out in his own manner, sprawled on his bed, hating the night and the way it went.

[sadwsocc]

Insecurities & Flowers [Kozume Kenma x reader]

Warnings: kinda pessimistic reader

Genre: fluff (hopefully)

Word count: 3,042 words

A/n: stop writing at midnight, socc pls. And also in all honestly I do not remember a single thing I wrote here so uh,,,, enjoy

It was Valentine’s Day, the one day you always found annoying and why so one would ask? It was the day where everyone in your friend group —you excluded— would get confessions from guys around school; while you on the other hand, got none. You never really minded it though, love wasn’t something that would come across your mind often, but when the pity glances you get from your friends quadruple on valentines, you were bound to get annoyed.

While you never got any chocolates, you made them, for yourself and your friends. It was somewhat of a ritual for you all, everyone making a batch for each other, added with cute notes about how thankful you all were to have each other, it was sweet and you liked them very much. You even decided that this year, you would one up your little presents. You spent hours after school sitting on your study desk cutting out cards and drawing on them, adding on long notes of gratitude and such until the dead of night.

Giving it all out to your friends, they all smiled and thanked you, even going as far as to hug you while you stand there awkwardly and chuckled it off. After the exchange of gifts, you all in all had gotten a handful of sweets and chocolates and even a few small folded up notes.

You were that one person all somewhat popular friend groups would have, like a supporting role and it sometimes made you feel down about it but the overwhelming love and support they’d give you was surprisingly nice. They’d accepted you for who you were, even if you were the most pessimistic person on earth. You were glad to be blessed with such amazing—and attractive— people.

The bell rang, signalling it was time for class to start so you went back to your seat, keeping all your gifts underneath your desk. Beside you was a dude you somewhat knew, still playing on his PSP. You kind of knew him since the two of you had been classmates since your first year of high school yet you never really spoke to him that much, maybe the occasional “can i borrow your pencil?” and “what homework did we have?”

Kozume Kenma

A guy that you didn’t really understand, even for you, a quiet and somewhat reserved person who’s quite observant—might you add. He had long black hair during your first year but when the next spring came along, he had decided to dye it straight up blond. You didn’t understand why, he didn’t seem the type to do so and it didn’t help the fact that always distracted you, making you keep stealing glances at his very very blond head. He was intriguing somehow. Every morning before class, he would either be playing a game on his PSP or be slumping on his seat taking a short nap or at times a guy with incredible bed hair would come and chat with him, sitting on your seat as he spoke since you would usually be sitting somewhere else (that somewhere else was at the very front of the class where all your friends would group together and sit next to each other sharing seats and chatting up while you stare off blankly, occasionally snapping back to reality and join in on the conversation).

Sitting in your seat, you looked around your class before he teacher came in and boy, were there a lot of confessing happening. Everywhere you look, there would be someone either confessing to someone or someone mentally preparing themselves, everywhere except to your left —your peaceful classmate, playing his game quietly.

Lunch time was one would say,, wild. It was the perfect time for guys and girls alike to confess, reject and accept someone. You had announced to your friends prior that day that you would want to spend lunch alone as you knew that would be swarmed with confession and gifts, they understood of course that you only mean well and so they fully accepted it. While waiting for almost everyone in your class to leave, you saw that Kenma was still next to you sitting there as well. You gave him a friendly wave, asking, “waiting for the crowd to die down?”

With a nod as a reply you chuckled softly in agreement, finally taking out your bento that your mom had packed for you this morning. It was a simple lunch, as always, only today the rice was shaped like a heart, reminding you that it was not only made with love but it was Valentine’s Day.

“Aren’t you going with your friends? They’re leaving over there.” You turned your head to face Kenma and widened your eyes in semi shock from him actually starting a conversation with you. Brushing it off with a light laugh, you shook your head, “Nah, they get busy on days like these... since, yknow they’re like popular and all” you said the last part awkwardly and internally cringed at how you worded it.

“Oh” was all he replied with, not a second later his friend came in and walked towards the two of you. You stared at him for awhile and back to Kenma and stood up, about to take your leave. He stood up the same time as you did when his friend faced him and said, “You know Kenma, today’s-“ he realised that Kenma wasn’t listening when Kenmas turned to you and offered to spend lunch with him and his friend— which he later introduced as Kuroo

Hesitantly, you accepted. All the while you were walking with them to the rooftop, Kuroo was giving Kenma odd looks and constantly elbowing which you brushed off, since you didn’t really bother nor did it affect you in any way shape or form.

Lunch with the two of them was somewhat fun, you found out a bit more about Kenma and Kuroo from Kuroo (like Kuroo and Kuroo only, Kenma was busy playing with his game (or distracting himself haha)) Turns out, Kenma was in the volleyball club and to your surprise, team. You were shocked to find that out as you really really really didn’t take him as someone who’d let alone run a mile.

You and Kuroo’s conversation somehow led to Valentine’s Day and he even openly confessed that he had a crush on one of your friends, Megumi. He told you that he was planning on giving her chocolates after school and somewhere along the lines did it hit you. Eyes widen as realisation it, “oH wait are you the captain of the volleyball club?” You asked, with a confused nod from Kuroo you continued, “OH MY G O D,, WAIT IS THIS WHY MEGUMI ALWAYS WANTED TO DRAG US ALONG TO OUR SCHOOLS VOLLEYBALL MATCHES? SHE LITERALLY ONCED SAID SHE WOULD GO ONLY TO SEE THE CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM WHEN I ASKED HER!!”

That earned a dry choke and chuckle from Kenma beside him and a furiously blushing Kuroo. You held out your hands and held his with stars in your eyes as you announced how glad you are that Megumis crush not only liked her back but is also not as creepy as you thought he would be.

“You thought i was creepy?” Kuroo asked, confused.

You opened your mouth, only for Kenma to answer before you, “with that hair of yours, who wouldn’t?”. You chuckled at that.

The bell rang, signalling lunch was over as you stood up and waved off to Kuroo wishing him luck on the confession after school. He thanked you and turned to Kenma, “So, shes the girl you liked huh?”

Going back to class, you went over to the front of the class where all your friends were cooped up in. Inserting yourself, you saw the pile of cards and chocolates on Megumis desk (they all put it on her desk for convenience), you stared in awe with the amount of things there were and faced each and every one of them, congratulating them about the fact that they’d manage to steal the hearts of many many school boys. Everyone chuckled at you light hearted jokes, even offering you some of the chocolates —which you gladly accepted.

“So are y’all planing to accept any of them or-?”

Most of their answers were that they were going to consider whereas Megumi just frowned and shook her head. This earned the attention of not only you but also the others as each and everyone of you bombarded her with the same question “why?”

“You guys know I like,,, him,,, yknow?” Everyone nodded as Megumi sighed.

The teacher then came in and class continued on. Yet somehow you couldn’t focus during class, you were fine before lunch but all of a sudden, you just couldn’t focus on the damn subject, at first you thought that maybe you were tired but even after a few slaps on your cheeks, you were still out of it. Maybe it was the thought that everyone had gotten some type of confession except for you, but no, it couldn’t be, it never mattered to you all these years so why now out of the blue?

Awhile passed and you found yourself staring at the pudding head next to you. When you realised what you were doing, you tried to shift your focus back on the teacher in front. But even still, you would find yourself unconsciously turning to Kenma and just staring at him. Oh god, you hoped you didn’t freak him out.

Kenma felt holes burning on his side and he knew it was you, he didn’t know why though. Did you hate him after today? He hoped not. Finally, he turned to you and caught you quickly shifting your focus back on the black board in front, what he was a truly a surprise to him. We’re you,,,,, blushing? Surely not,,,, right?

You were.

Oh god, he caught you staring, would he think you were a creep? God! YOU COULDNT BELIEVE YOURSELF. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD SOMEONE JUST STARE AT SOMEONE ELSE LIKE THAT? He must’ve hated you for that, I mean who wouldn’t?!

Your palm went up to your cheeks and you felt the warmth on them, they were warmer than they should be,, were you sick? You hoped you were sick, other wise why would you even be mindlessly staring at your classmate and going red when they caught you staring? You truly wanted to believe you were just sick but deep down you knew it was the simple case of developing feelings.

The way he’d act in class and the little smiles he gave whenever he’d talk to Kuroo plagued your mind. What were they talking about? Why was his very being suddenly all you could think about? You realised that maybe you always had these feelings but just that you were too thick to realise. You were right.

School finally ended and you were glad you could escape from your thoughts for once, meeting up with Megumi as the others in your friend group had to catch he train home while Megumi and you walked home.

Whilst waiting for Megumi to pack up her stuff, you saw Kuroo at the front of your class. Megumi froze when she saw him, you could visibly see the blush forming on her as you waved at Kuroo. Megumi turned her back towards him and whisper-shouted to you, “you know him?!”

You nodded to her as Kuroo flashed a smile at you. His focus went back on Kenma, who by time had finished packing and was walking toward the exit. When Kenma was finally next to Kuroo, he faced his attention to you and waved goodbye to you. It was then your turn to blush —wHY WERE YOU BLUSHING? NEVER IN YOUR LIFE HAD YOU THOUGHT THIS CLICHE WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU. You waved back at him and said your farewells, except for the fact that they didn’t seem to be moving— more accurately, Kuroo wasn’t moving so Kenma awkwardly waited beside him like an NPC.

Kuroo finally spoke out in an uncertain tone “uh,, I’d like to speak to Megumi,”

“Y-yes!” Your friend turned around only to see Kuroo with his hand stretched out, holding a Valentine’s confession card and a stalk of rose.

Megumi instantly understood what it was and started blushing furiously, so furious that it made your blush look like it was nothing. Kuroo on the other hand felt embarrassed and was hiding behind his unruly bedhead. There were no words exchanged yet everyone (the four of you) knew that Kuroo’s confession had been accepted. You couldn’t help but feel glad for your friends.

And that was how Megumi and Kuroo both ended up with their crush. And that day the four of you walked back home together, with the two newly lovebirds walking next to each other —so close that their knuckles kept brushing— like those cheesy scenes in a slice of life anime you’d watch at 2 in the morning; all the while you and Kenma silently third wheeled them.

Your house was the one nearest to school, so you were the first to part from them. You said your goodbyes and went inside. Closing the door behind you, you frowned, pessimistic thoughts suddenly devoured you like somehow the whole interaction between Megumi and Kuroo made you think how truly lonely you were and the realisation that you might have a crush on Kenma was like salt to the wounds.

You were so utterly confused with these emotions and the only way you knew how to cope with was to push them aside, trying not to let these odd and somewhat insecure thoughts at you up anymore than they should.

Going to bed that night felt odd, you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. You weren’t even sure why you couldn’t sleep at that point, between overthinking about your friendship with your friends and then to whatever there was of you love life, to your somewhat friendship with Kenma, then to your crush —if you could even call it a crush— on him. Needless to say you were much more sleep deprived the next day to school than you were normally.

Kenma on the other hand, didn’t really sleep either, normally he would be up trying to beat a boss to a pass a level in his game but that night he was up thinking about nothing but you. He remembered something that Kuroo said earlier about how he figured out who his crush was and thought about how he lost the chance to confess to you on Valentine’s. He sighed and sat up from his bed, staring at the small bouquet of flowers Kuroo had bought for Kenma to confess to you when they passed a florist a few days prior and then to the card next to it, one that simply had the words “I like you. -Kenma” on it.

He didn’t know if you liked him back or not but seeing you somewhat gloomy after school made him want to cheer you up somehow. And that somehow was to confess to you, Megumi did mention something about how she realised that you might have a crush on him after you went home first. Kenma blushed at that asking how she was so sure about that and Megumis reply was “I’ve known her longer than anyone and I’d know some things even she might’ve not found out about herself yet.”

So basing off a hunch from one of your best friends, Kenma decided that maybe he would confess to you the next day.

——

They day after Valentines was the day we’re youd see a lot of newly blossomed love and to say you weren’t a bit envious was an utter lie. Walking in class, you decided you take a short nap before class started, ignoring your friend group as you walked it. It was something you’d do sometimes, they could see the exhaustion from your posture thus leaving you alone and you were so thankful to have such understanding people around you.

You were woken up by a light tap on the back by Kenma and you instantly jolted up, whatever exhaustion you had was gone. Why was he waking you up? What did you do?

Midway into panicking you saw him fumble around his bag and took out a card. You stared up at him with your eyebrows scrunched, then accepting the card from his hands. Freshly woken up you —even on high alert— didn’t realise that after you had accepted the card, he went back to his bag and awkwardly took out a small bouquet of flowers. You stared at the card and read the contents. Finally processing it in you system, you started to get red and looked up from the card and was greeted by an also red Kenma holding out flowers.

You were so glad that no ones attention was towards the two of you and that the teacher still hasn’t came in class. You accepted the flowers too and finally spoke out, “ Kenma, I- I’m”

You were so happy and yet quite surprised you stared fumbling out your words, “I- you.. YES. I mean,, Kenma, I like you too and-“ you realised words couldn’t explain how you were feeling so you put down the flowers and card on your desk and stood up, inching closer to him and held up with hands, you felt like you were going to cry out with joy —and you did. Kenma instantly understood your reply and never in his life had he felt so relieved and happy, a small smile tugging at the side of his lips as he looked at you and your blushing, even sobbing, mess.

You let go of his hands and went to wipe the tears on your cheeks with your sleeve as he went back down to sit on his chair beside you.Your awkward tears had finally been wiped away just in time for class to start.

After school, you, Kenma, Megumi and Kuroo decides to walk home together again. Only this time, no one was third wheeling anyone.

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

so my valentines was spent...

at work in 4°F with basically a blizzard running out orders or handing them out of the window and constantly cleaning up slush bc the dumbasses who not only came to get some ~chicky strips and borgers~ in a blizzard BUT DECIDED TO SKIP THE QUICK DRIVE THRU AND WALK INSIDE TO GET FOOD AND HAVE TO CAREFULLY WALK BACK. and they couldnt even be bothered to TRY to stomp their shoes off on the welcome mat thing??? lmfao

but there really wasnt many customers which was especially weird for a sunday (yeah there was a blizzard but the people of my town are utter morons) so there was a lot of down time

that sounds nice but i then spent the rest of the time anxious af about not knowing what to do with all that down time bc ik the managers would start getting upset if things werent getting done like they do normally but like??? you can only clean so much and restock so much??? what do i do then??? fake clean or fake check stock????

anyways that lead up to me during my last hour suddenly realizing my anxiety at work is directly influenced by how my f*ther will get annoyed and snippy if he thinks everyone is sitting around or not doing the task HE thinks needs to be done (even if im working on homework he still acts annoyed that im not doing his thing) and is constantly wanting to know what we are doing/where we are going which leads to me constantly telling my managers “im getting the mop” so they know my whereabouts bc im just so used to being monitored ig

and also on days my moms at work i have to act as her stand in and constantly be at his side asking what he needs me to do to avoid getting passive aggressive remarks or his chihuahua growl or whatever (high pitched but still low and dangerous sounding) for not being his mom or whatever the fuck you wanna call the horrible relationship between him and my mother

and this is an old realization but the reason why im so good with customers is bc living w my f*ther for 23 years has made me exceptionally good at pampering and bending to every whim to pacify customers. im so used to hearing him pretend like hes the only one thats right and as soon as someone else has A Point he makes A Point of shutting us down and saying that hes right--end of story. or not reading the signs and acting like its our fault they (he) didnt understand

oh and he drove me to work today too so i had to spend an awkward 10 minutes w him and he was already in a foul mood bc he took my mom to work and ig when he got back he needed to let addie out to pee so she didnt make a mess of the garage floor and accidentally set off the alarm and was cussing at me to just close the door bc the dog was nosing her way there (never answering my question of whether he thought the roads were safe or not for him to take me) and then we kept having this back and forth argument on the way there (basically he wanted me to keep my phone on me at all times in case the weather got bad so he could call me lmao as if i could answer at work LMAO but i kept trying to explain my pockets were too small for my new phone and somehow he thought NOTHING fit in my pockets and THEREFORE i needed to give him everything except my license and credit card until i finally repeated it enough times ig he finally figured out my WALLET AND KEYS can fit in my pocket but my PHONE cannot but i can safely store it away in the break room.) that was making me nervous bc i could tell he was ready to snap and i was just trying my best to remain calm and explain. 

and i had my near-breakdown or panic/anxiety attack (whichever one involves shortness of breath/squeezing chest/feeling of dread/shaking) at the end of my shift and got scared shitless when i noticed his car in the parking lot about 15 min before i was scheduled to go and so i snuck back to the back to check my messages and make sure he wasnt needing me there asap so i didnt hafta hear him bitch about waiting on me. he said to take my time and “whenever” which is always a precarious place like “whenever you can” or “whenever so long as its like right now” and so once i left i was trying hard not to shake and keep anxiously dumping my day to him so there was no room for him to talk 

also the anxiety killed my stomach and so did the fact they put me on break early so only breakfast foods and the combo of early morning + eating = nausea and gagging through my food and then dinner was ribs which my f*ther took to DROWNING in bbq sauce for his own needs and the fact that those ribs make me sick bc of one time where i had a HORRIBLE headache and ate one bite before getting sick so now my brain associates the taste/smell w getting sick so theres that. oh and sauce in general makes me sick and like i said this shit was DROWNING in bbq sauce. oh and he made egg salad (which i dont eat) and when my mom got back from work he asked her if it tasted right and she said “more mayo and sugar” and he did and the mayo was SO DISGUSTINGLY STRONG SMELLING it nearly tipped my stomach over the edge.

 so all of that combined means i feel sick af...mentally AND physically...

[fatrainbowmermaidunicorn]

That Girl Will Never Be Mine (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)

A/N: I always feels Tae is a possesive lover too. I always feel that because he is so good looking and also an incredible person, he (or people) might think that he will get whoever he likes but I think he will somehow fall in love with a girl who didnt fall for him at first sight like most and had to actually work to get her. So, I love your idea of "shes so beautiful, she has a lot of suitors" because a little competition andd a jealous tae? Well, that sounds like a plotline to me ❤ and I am sorry if this is not my best work

Also,this is inspired by this  drabble with the same title. You can read the drabble here first or just continue reading this story 💜

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A/N : And also, I’m trying a new thing here and you are in no way obligated to do it but if any of you like my stories and want to give some support, why not buy me a coffee? ☕💜

Taehyung waves off to the screaming fans one last time before the stage recline down, hiding all seven members from the crowd, his face etches from smiling.

"Good job guys! Another successful show, I am proud of you," Namjoon patted each of their backs and ruffles Jungkook's hair before bowing and thanking the rest of the staff, crew and their team for another successful concert in their tour. The other six members, including Taehyung did the same and retreats back to the dressing room, slumping hinself on the chair. Taehyung took out his phone as the others starts chit chatting, discussing about whether they should take a shower now of wait until they are back in their hotel room while some are already removing their makeup and changing out of their stage outfits. Taehyung glanced at his phone.

Of course.

Dozens of texts and misscalls, hundreds of notifications, but none from that one person that he actually want to hear from.

None from Y/N.

Taehyung lets out a frustrated sigh as he scrolls emotionlessly through the texts.

"Oh wow, hyung got a lot of booty calls," Jungkook laughs as he reads Taehyung's text over his shoulder. "Baby, call me after your concert. Taetae, my room number is 801, Tae, remember me?" Jungkook read the texts in a girly voice, mimicking the flocks of girls who left the texts.

"Shut up brat," Taehyung roll his eyes and tossed the phone on the dressing table.

"Why are you so grumpy? Maybe you should take on one of those invitation then, to ease up a little hyung," Jungkook laughs and went over to his station.

"No thanks. Not interested,"

"Kookie, you should know by now Tae is only interested in girls who is not interested in him," Namjoon laughs out loud. Taehyung glares at the leader through the mirror.

Fine, make fun of him. He dont care.

"Why is it so hard to even reply to any of my texts? I left her multiple before we started the show!" Taehyung grumble.

"Shes just not interested in you Tae. Wake up already!" Jimin chimes in. "Dont you ever think that you didnt see her because shes practically hiding from you? Shes not interested, move on already,"

"She might not be now, but I'll make sure she will be mine soon enough," Taehyung greeted his teeth with determination.

"We just finished a good show. A bunch of girls just passed out because you look their way and Y/N is the first thing you can think about?"

"Shes always what I'm thinking about Chim! I dont care how many girls want me, all I want is her. Urghh, what is it about me that she hates so much anyway?" Taehyung leans towards the mirror and examine himself. Why wont Y/N like him? What is he lacking? "Thats it, I'm calling her!"

"Suit yourself. We all know theres no point in stopping you anyway," Jimin shrugged and walks away.

Taehyung immediately reached out for his phone that he tossed earlier and press speed dial number one.

Mine ❤

After a few rings, Y/N picks up. Well, she kind of have to. They are friends. Its not weird for her to answer his calls  Although Taehyung wants nothing more than to be more than friends ever since he met her that first day BigHit sent him and Jimin to their new highschool. Just a shy, absolutely beautiful, art student. Taehyung who was usually easy going and friendly suddenly turned tounge tied when hes around her, but someway, some how, he managed to be friends and the two of them and a few other friends become a whole group of besties. That was way back, and what Taehyung hope to only be a highschool crush develop into a full on feeling of in love.

Kim Taehyung is in love with Y/N, and its either she didnt know it or pretended that she doesnt.

"Hello? Y/N?" The line was noisy on the other side. Is she outside? If she does, with who? Not with men right? Why didnt she tell him shes going out? He texted her all the time to tell her what hes doing. Eating, praticiting, shooting, recording, everything!

"Tae? Taehyung! Hiiii! I thought you are busy on tour! Why are you calling?" Y/N's voice sounded chirpy, and it immediately melts his heart. All thoughts of anger melted away. Thats how big of an impact Y/N has on him.

"The concert just finished..." he grins. Baby. Urghh he wanted so bad to say those words to her, to call her that, but he knows he cant. Y/N only sees him as a friend. For now. "Didnt you read any of my texts?" he questioned out loud, wandering why didnt be received any reply from her.

"Oh sorry Tae. I'm outside with the gang and I didnt expect you to call, or text me, since you are on tour and all," Y/N giggles. "Oh my god, you should have seen Jae hyun! What he did was so funny! He-"

"Why is it so noisy? Iant it late at night there? Are you at a bar? Are you out drinking? Since when do you even drink?! When are you coming home?" Taehyung cuts her off, not interested to know about Jae Hyun or any other guy for that matter, especially one that is making her laugh. He should be the only one who makes her laugh!

"Well, the gang are. You know I dont drink Tae," Y/N giggles. "Why are you calling?"

Her question turn Taehyung's mood turned sour immediately. Here he is, missing her like crazy even in the middle of tour, in the mjddle of a super busy schedule and she dont even bother to read his text on the account of being outside having fun with some guy? Sure, Jae Hyun is one of his bestfriends too. In fact, he is sure Y/N is hanging out with their usual gang, but its not fair how they are outside living their normal life with Y/N and he is here, stuck performing. He wants to go out with Y/N too!

Yeah, people say hes lucky. To be debuting, to have a great career and awesome brothers as his band members and sure, Taehyung is happy and grateful too. But if only Y/N is his, then his life would be perfect. Y/N and him used to be the closest duo in their group but all that changes after he debuted. Packed, busy schedules take his time away from his friends, and Y/N and little by little they drifted apart, and now, with his packed schedule all year round, he dont know if he can recreate the closeness between him and Y/N again. Oh, how he wished his longing and feelings for her dissapeared just like their closeness.

Its true what Jungkook said. He can have his pick from the various girls in his phonebook, but none of them can even come close to how Y/N makes him feel.

"I'm just calling my best friend. Is that wrong?" Taehyung snapped. "If that best friend bothered to checked and replied my texts, hundreds of them, I wouldnt have to call now would I?"

"Tae... I'm sorry. I really didnt noticed, and I was just asking," Y/N's sighed sadly. "Why are you angry at me? Please dont be ang-"

"Just forget it! Have fun with the boys!" Taehyung angrily hangs up the call, huffing.

He knows he shouldnt be mad. Heck, he has no right to be mad, they are friends, and Y/N is not obligated to reply lr answer his calls if she didnt want to, but thats how it always is. He got angry when he thinks about how she is fine without him. He gets mad when he thinks about every second shes with someone else and not him. He didnt talk to any of his friends for a month once when Y/N has a boyfriend for two weeks before.

Afterall, he is Kim Taehyung. Theres nothing he hates more than what he cant have. and right now, thats Y/N.

/////

Y/N sighed and slipped her phone back in her bag.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Her best friend giggles, knowing how uncomfortable Y/N will be when she calls Taehyung that.

"He is not my boyfriend!" Y/N denies quickly. "But yes, its Taehyung,"

"I really dont get you Y/N. Kim Taehyung wants you. The Kim Taehyung! And you rejects him? Boy, you are really something else," her friend shakes her head. "The best friend turned idol slash international superstar and still madly in love with the best friend from high school only happens in fan fictions Y/N, and yet here you are. Happening right to you, and you rejected him? What is so wrong with Taehyung anyway?" She looks straight into Y/N's eyes trying to find and answer. When she find none, she shrugs. "Just, I dont know, think about it okay? Maybe its not such a bad idea, to be with him,"

"What are you even talking about? Taehyung is my best friend. Our, best friend," Y/N looks at her in disbelief. All of them hangs out together since they were teenagers doing homework together, its not possible for Taehyung to likes her. Especially now when he practically owna the world. Most of their friends had said that Taehyung harbour feelings for her, but that couldnt be true right? They are just friends. Have been for a long time even before Taehyung debuted. Sure, he was a trainee when they met and Y/N enjoyed being his friend. Sure, they were the closest duo before, maube Taehyung is a bit fond of her rather thab the others, but in love? Y/N chuckle to herself. It cant be.

She cant deny that Taehyung is really good looking, funny, charming, attractive and owns all the others positive things about him. and at one point in their friendship, she did have a crush on him. The two of them were so close when they first met. They did everything together, they are the typical high school bestfriends that are inselarable. But after Taehyung debuted.. well, thats when things starts to change for them. Is it his busy schedule or is it his changing attitude now that he is an idol that makes them drift apart, she cant tell, but one thing is for sure, the feelings she thinks she had before has dissapeared.

"Yeah, a friend. To us, not to you Y/N. I am pretty sure he wants to be more than that," Soo Young grins.

"No he doesnt! You know Tae is nice! He treat all his friends nicely," Y/N shrieks, but she knows its no point. They jabe had this argument a million times before.

"He is nice but I dont see hundreds of text from him in my inbox. Or sudden anger when I hang with a bunch of guys," she smirks. "Just face it will ya? Kim Taehyung loves you, and definitely more than just a friend,"

"Stop it Soo Young, he does not!" Y/N tries to deny it, but looking at the text Taehyung just sent her, Y/N got a feeling that somehow maybe her friend is right.

I'm sorry for snapping at you Y/N. I am just tired with tour and I miss you. I miss you very much and it just.. you know.. affect my mood. I'll call you early tomorrow morning okay?

Xoxo, Tae

/////

Taehyung woke up early the next morning, which is unusual for him, especially the morning after a full blown concert. But sleep is not an option when all he can think about is Y/N and how he unnecessarily snapped at her last night. Granted, he did this so many times already. His jealousy always takes over and he always ended up snapping at her, which leave him with a big sense of regret later.  But he just cant control himself. Taehyung just wants Y/N all for himself.

Sure, he sent her a text saying sorry. And he waited for hours for her reply. Just a simple OK would do, but none. Y/N didnt reply anything. Is she that mad at him? Did his jealousy finally blew his relationship, if there was even any, over?

Taehyung sighed and ran his hand through his hair before reaching up for his phone.

1 new message.

With excitement and sheer hope, Taehyung quickly click it open, hoping and praying that it would be Y/N.

And sure it is, there, the name he waited so all night to grace his screen appeared.

Mine ❤

Even better, it wasnt just a text, but a photo. A photo of her beautiful face smiling at the camera, which looks like shes inside a plane, with a ticket held up covering half her face, showing the destination. Taehyung scrolled down to read the caption, heart racing.

Sorry Taetae, I fell asleep lastnight the moment I got home. Me and the gang are on our way to you ❤ we are attending your tour! Surprise! See you in a few hours.

Is this reall happening? Shes not angry at him. She coming to see him!

Y/N is coming to see him perform! Taehyung grins widely to himself, letting out a deep chuckle without realizing. He has never felt this happy in his whole life.

Y/N is coming to see him! Nevermind that shes coming with the whole gang, that part was long forgotten by Taehyung already. This is finally going to be the best tour ever!

/////

"Hey Tae, I think your schoolnates are here. They managed to pushed through and be at the front," Hoseok turns back to Taehyung after peeking through the curtain from the backstage. Its minutes to their concert for that night, at the crowd is packed, expected of another sold out concert, but Taehyung cant seems to stop talking about how his "gang" from school is coming tonight, so Hoseok cant resist but to give it a peak.

"Hobi, I think you got it wrong. Tae doesnt care about his friends. What matters is, is Y/N there?" Namjoon chuckles as Taehyung gives him a glare.

"Yah, I care about both my friends and Y/N hyung. Okay fine, I care about Y/N a little more," he grins. "Is she there Hobi-hyung?"

"Cant see really clearly, but I think so, yes Tae," Hoseok rolls his eyes. All of the boys knows what Y/N looks like by now. Well, they should, with how much Taehyung talks about her, showing her pictures to them. "This is going to be the best show you will ever give dont you Kim Taehyung?" Hoseok smirks.

"What are you even talking about?" Taehyung shrugs, feigning ignorance. "I always give my best performance hyung,"

"Yeah?" Hoseok looks at the younger man, who is grinning from ear to ear and laughs. "If you say so Tae. But I can tell tonight is going to be better," he chuckles.

Its obvious to everyone, Kim Taehyung is absolutely whipped by his own classmate. A girl who he will never get.

/////

Taehyung felt giddy all over. He cant wait to start. He have all this energy in him and he just cant stop smiling. This is the first time Y/N actually came and see him perform live. Sure, she and the gang has watched his performances on tape and videos before, but shes right here, in front of him, at the front row of his concert. There might be thousands filling up the stadium tonight, but Taehyung already knows that his eyes will only be seeing one person throughout the night.

/////

His eyes search the crowd the moment they entered the stage, followed by a huge roar of shouts and applause from the crowd. But nothing can distract him from locking his eyes on Y/N tonight. He expects to see her looking at him, smiling and waving, cheering him on, fueling his energy and passion more, but what did he see?

Y/N is not even looking at the stage.

In fact, shes busy talking, no, giggling, like a school girl in front of their crush with some guy who is standing beside her.

What the actual hell?

Taehyung is pretty sure he dont know him. He must be some random fan attending the concert. But why is he obviously flirting with his girl? Just like what he intended to do, Taehyung cant stop keeping his eyes of them, although its more glaring at the two of them rather than looking at Y/N now. And seriously, those two just wont stop laughing and talking. Why does this always happen? Why does she have to be so freaking beautiful? Attracting guys anywhere she went?! Taehyung growls to himself.

This is not a coffee shop for them to have a date! Its a damn concert.

So watch the damn concert already!

"Tae!" Namjoon hissed at him backstage as the 6 of them retrieve back to give space for Jungkook's solo. "What the hell is going on?"

"What do you mean hyung?" Taehyung sighed and plop down on one of the couches, gulping down a bottle of water  . He knows exactly what Namjoon is talking about, but there is no way he is going to admit that.

"Oh please, you know exactly what I am talking about. Keep your head in the show Tae. And stop screwing up!" Namjoon huffed and walked away. Taehyung sighed. He knows he should focus on the show, its only for two hours, but how can he when the girl of his dream is right in front of him, and shes not even looking at him?

Taehyung tried to concentrate for the rest of the show, but failed miserably. He missed a lot of the cheography, accidentally hit the other members on stage, causing them to stumble and even forget a few of the lyrics. All the while, glaring and shooting daggers at Y/N and the guy's direction. Sure, his fans thinks its cute and assume that its part of the performance, some even say Taehyung is giving off an angry vibe which is considered hot and sexy, but the other members knows better and by the end of the show, all of them shakes their head and shot him a look of dissapointment.

Taehyung sighed, dissapointed at himself for letting a girl mess with his head as he takes off his makeup and change out of his stage costumes.

"Taetaeeee! Your performance is amazing!"

Taehyung whipped his head around to see the girl that is haunting his life  smiling and beaming cheerfully at him. Shit, how can he forgot he invited her to backstage later. He even offered to take Y/N out for coffee after the show and send her home and why is it he suddenly feel his anger start to dissapear just from aeeing her face?

No, keep your ground Taehyung. She should know what she did!

"Really?" Taehyung snickered. "How can you know?"

"Huh? What do you mean Tae?" Y/N took a step forward and looks at him with confusion.

"You said my performance is great. How did you even know? You are so busy selling yourself to some guy you just met!" Taehyung is full of anger now that the image of the two of them flashes back into his mind.

"What? Taehyung. Why are you saying things like this? He is just a new f-"

"I dont want to hear it," Taehyung raised a hand to stop her. "Know what, just go home Y/N. Im tired and Im going to have some rest," Taehyung starts to pick up his bag and start to walk out but Y/N held back his hand.

"Tae, whats wrong? You said we can go out to coffee to catch up or something remember?"

"Do you think I'm in the mood to have coffee right now Y/N?!" Taehyung pulls backs his hand aggressively.  "Just go home! Ill see you later,"

"But Tae. I-"

"Just go. Bye," without listening to another word from Y/N, Taehyung walks out, slamming the door behind him, missing what Y/N said next.

"But Tae.. I have asked everyone else to go back and I have no way to go home now.." Y/N sighed and slowly makes her way out into the dark night, figuring her way back to her hotel and why Taehyung is acting that way.

/////

"Where are you going hyung?" Jungkook stretches on the couch and look at Taehyung whos wearing his jacket, ready to go out.

"I am having lunch with all my friends who came to the show last night. Ill be back before dinner. See you Kookie," Taehyung gives a small give, which is reciprocate by Jungkook and start the small walk towards the restaurant they had booked.

His mind starts to reel back to the night before. He immediately went to bed when he reached the hotel last night. When he wakes up today there was no message or misscall from Y/N. What does he expect? He is the one who rudely asks her to leave, she wouldnt be textiing him to ask him how he is doing. He should be the one doing that. Until when will he realized that he has no right to get jealous and even when he does, Y/N wont understand why.

Taehyung sighed.

Y/N's surprise and sad face from last night filled his mind again. Is he too mean? He picks up his pace, wanting to see her faster. She will be at the restaurant right? She wouldnt bailed on their group lunch just because shes mad at him.

Entering the restaurant, Taehyung spotted the long table filled with the familiar faces of his friends, laughing among one another. His eyes grazed each seat but Y/N is no where in sight.

"Oh Tae! Come on over!" One of his friends who noticed him spacing out at the door calls him in, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Theres our superstar! Good show yesterday," another slapped his back and motioned for him to sit. Taehyung gives out polite smiles before asking the question he dreadfully want the answer to.

"Wheres Y/N?"

"Y/N? Oh you didnt know? She has a high fever. she was caught up in the heavy rain last night," Soo Young answered and eyed him skeptically. "Arent you with her? I thought you two went for coffee?"

"Wait. Fever? Rain?" The question immediately went passed him. All he can think about is how Y/N is sick right now. "Arent you guys together? Why are you guys all okay?"

"Together?" Soo Young raised an eyebrow. "But she told us to go on home first to meet you backstage. She said you are taking her out to catch up and you are going to send her home?"

"What? She-"

"Are you telling me you let her went back alone? In the middle of the night? In a city she never been to before?" Jae Hyun interrupt from the other end of the table. Just the fact that Jae Hyun is concerned and also he himself is looking like a real jackass right now sets Taehyung on fire.

"Shut up. Just.. where is her hotel?"

"Why?" Jae Hyun glares. Taehyung ignores him and turns to Soo Young. After a few seconds of intimidating glare and Y/N's whereabouts in his hand, he quickly say goodbye and ran off in her direction.

Good job Kim Taehyung. Not only did you get angry at you dream girl for no reason at all. You snapped at her, insulted her,left her alone, and you even make her sick. Great, fucking job. Maybe the boys are right, Y/N will never be yours.

/////

"T-tae?" Y/N open her tired eyes to feel the wet cloth on her forehead only to be met with Taehyung's handsome face etched with worry, looking over her.

"Hey.. you are awake. How are you feeling?" He smile. A smile so beautiful that Y/N cant helped but smile back, although in her heart she is still deeply hurt by his action last night.

"Why are you here? How do you know where I am staying? Is this a dream?"

Taehyung laugh. Oh Y/N, how can anyone be this adorable?

"No, you are definitely not dreaming princess. I am here and I am going to nurse you back to health,"

"Okay, I am dreaming. You are calling me princess, thats weird," Y/N laughs. Taehyung realizes what he had slipped and give back a small smile.

"Just take a rest okay? Your temperature is going down, you will be better soon. I have also ordered you food. Ill feed you. Lets eat okay?" Taehyung helped her sits up and starts feeding her slowly. There is nothing he wont give to take care of Y/N like this every single day. Why cant she just let him?

"Thanks Tae. You really shouldnt have. You really are the best friend in the world," Y/N smiles as she keeps eating the food. Taehyung swallow the bitter truth and give her a small smile. Best friends. Of course, thats all he will ever be.

"Y-yeah of course. What are best friends for right?" He smile and swallow before uttering his next words. "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah Tae?"

"I am really sorry about what I said to you last night. I dont have any right to get mad at you. And to leave you walking home alone? That is j-"

"Hey, dont worry about it Tae," Y/N smiles and patted his hand. "You must be tired and there I was yapping away aboit coffee and wanting to catch up," she giggles. "Sometimes I forgot that you are this huge world star now, always busy. You are no longer the same boy who is always around walking me home from school, buying ice cream on the way,"

Taehyung kept quiet. He didnt know why her words hurt him so much. Is that what she thinks of him all this while? That he has become too big to even hang out with his best friends? Is that why she is never interested in him, not at all?

"Y/N.. is that what you thought? All this while?" Taehyung look at her face, looking for answers.

"Well.. yeah. Isnt it? I mean, I know you are busy. Arent you?"

"Well, yes. But not-"

"Maybe someday when you finally have free time. Maybe 100 years from now," she giggles more at her own joke, " we can finally catch up. We can bring my children to an amusement park or something,"

Taehyung clenched his fist tight. He knows shes just joking around, but now he cant stop imagining Y/N happily married to some guy, with their kids running around. Oh hell no, he is never going to let that happen. Y/N is his, and he will make sure of it even if its the last thing he needs to do.

"Why wait a 100 hundred years then?" Taehyung flashed her his infamous smile.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you say, if your fever is better of course, that we go out to the amusement park tomorrow? Just us two? I heard they have a big one nearby. And we have an off day this whole week. So what say you?" Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

Y/N looks at him and a smile alowly crept up her face.

"Its a date,"

/////

"You are going to a god damn amusement park Tae, why are you fussing with your clothes so much?!" Jimin huffed for the hundred time as Taehyung rumnage through their closet for the thousand times.

"Chim, I told you. She said it herself! Its a date. A freaking date! I need to look good! God why is everything so ugly?! We dont have time to shop for bew clothes. I an doomed!" Taehyung sighed and slumped down on his bed, buried by a pile of clothes, frustrated.

"I think Y/N only meant it as a matter of speaking..." Jimin mumbled, because he knows its no point explaining it to someone as love struck as Taehyung is right now anway. "Tae, you already look good in anything. Just pick whatever okay. And if she does like you, it wont matter what you wear anyway,"

"You are right Chim. Y/N is not that petty to judge someone by appearance anyway," he smiled at the thought of her.  "Shes just perfect,"

Jimin chuckles at his lovestruck friend and shake his head, pulling the blanket, ready to sleep. Taehyung can day dream all he wants, buried in the pile of clothes. Hes going to bed. Jimin was about to drift off to sleep when he last heard what Taehyung said.

"I am so in love with the perfect girl Chim. I just wish shes mine already,"

/////

"S-so which one do you want to ride first?" Taehyung stammered, nervously wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. He is finally on a date with Y/N. An outing, just the two of them. Sure, Y/N might think this is only outing between friends, but who cares, its still a date to him, and she look so beautiful Taehyung cant think straight.

Shes dressed so casually in shorts and an oversized jumper, hair flying loose and looking so happy eating a cotton candy that she was so excited to buy the moment she saw it. And looking at all the other eyes staring at her, Taehyung knows that he is not the only one who thinks shes looking absolutely beautiful today.

Y/N has always been beautiful. That is one of her traits that caught his eye the first time he saw her in school.  But sometimes her beauty is too much that she attracts everyone wherever she goes, and that is not a good thing for Taehyung. Especially when he is so easily consumed with jealousy and he went crazy when he does.

Why? Why does she have to be so freaking beautiful?

"Lets do the teacup! Then we can ride the pirate ship anddd that huge rollercoaster!" Y/N points to all the rides while jumping excitedly. "Hey, you okay? Why are you stammering?"

"Uh... nothing. I am just uh.. scared of scary rides?" Taeahyung gives a crooked smile, hoping she would believe him. There is no way he going to admit why he is so nervous being around her. And come to think about it,  what he said is true. He is scared of scary rides, rides to his heart and its scary as hell.

"Dont worry. I will protect you!" She giggles and hold his hand. Taehyung almost fainted the moment they touched. God, keep yourself together Kim Taehyung! You are Kim freaking Taehyung! Heart, stop beating so fast. Its just hand holding. You held way more hands during fanmeets! "Lets go!" Y/N drags him to the long line of the teacup, where the staff handling the ride is oogling her with no shame. Taehyung clenched his hand, wanting nothing more than to scratch his eyes out.

"Wait here in line Tae, I'll ask him how long the wait is going to be," before Taehyung could stop her to approach the guy with the beady eyes who is still staring at her, Y/N is gone. Taehyung kept his eyes on them, watching as the guy smile and getting too friendly for his liking. What are they even talking about? Shes only supposed to ask how long the wait is!

Y/N suddenly waves at him excitedly to walk over and Taehyung came by.

"What is it?"

"This nice guy said he will let us cut the que. Isnt that nice?"

"Really now?" Taehyung looks at the guy up and down, who is looking back at him, smirking.

"Yes sir. You and your pretty girlfriend c-"

"Oh he is not my boyfriend! He is my best friend!" Y/N cuts him and Taehyung felt like his gut has been stabbed.

"Oh really now?" The guy raised an eyebrow. Taehyung swear he really feels like punching him now. "Well, then you can go on as many time as you want," he smiles and winks, offering hia hand to helped Y/N up the platform. Y/N laughed, totally oblivious of how every single guy is flirting with her, like always.

"Yeah. How can someone that handsome be with me right? Have you seen him?" Y/N laughs. "And thankyou, maybe I'll come back again if we have time after trying all the other rides," she bowed and enters the ride, sitting opposite from Taehyung. Taehyung smiles at her and ponders on her words.

Oh Y/N, if only you knew that you are the only one who owns this supposedly too handsome man's heart.

Taehyung's mood drop from extremely happy to worse than sour in a heartbeat. The same thing with the guy at the teacup ride happen all over again. And again. And again and keeps happening. Its as if the whole park is after his girl. Y/N gets to cuts all the line, gets free drinks, win a teddy that Taehyung tried so hard to win for her for free and the popcorn guy even gave her his number on the box. To make matters worse, she keeps denying they are in a relationship and keep stressing that they are just friends. Taehyung knows its true, they are not in a relationship, but must Y/N be so against it? Is being with him appalled her so bad?

Y/N was chattering happily, eating her free popcorn, talking about how everybody is so nice, not noticing Taehyung's sulky mood and how he is already consumed in jealousy when he saw someone he knew.

"Mia?"

Y/N looked up from her popcorn to see a beautiful young girl smiling and waving at Taehyung. She recognized her immediately. She is an idol too, must be Taehyung's work friend.

"Oh. Is that your friend? Let-"

"Mia, hi!" Taehyung immediately walked over to the girl, leaving Y/N behind. Well, Y/N has been flirting with everyone in the park with no regards to his feelings, maybe he would return the favor. Okay, he knows its not her fault, she dont even know the guys are flirting with her, but Taehyung knows he gets crazy easily when it comes to Y/N and jealousy, and this is one of the moment.

"Kim Taehyung! What are you doing here? Are you even allowed to wonder around an amusement park with this..." she looks at Y/N up and down with a disgusted look. "Person?"

"Oh uh hi. I-"

"Dont care," Mia shrugs and hold Taehyung's hand, dragging him away from Y/N as Y/N followed a few steps behind. "So I just finished a shoot here and my manager said I can spend the rest of the day enjoying the rides. Want to play with me?" Mia hugs his arms, leaning her head on his shoulder. Taehyung take a peek behind to look at Y/N. He wanted to pushed Mia away, tell her that hes spending the day with the girl of his dreams, but as he looks at Y/N, she is smiling at him, as if his close relationship with another girl doesnt effect her at all, and thats when he snapped.

He will always only be a best friend to Y/N. Nothing else, nothing more. Y/N will never be his.

And suddenly his heart is filled with jealousy and anger and the feeling of just... hurting her. To make her feel how he feel all this while.

"Yeah, sure Mia. Why not," he gives out his charming smile.

"Okay great! But what about... her?" She points to Y/N behind them.

"Oh her? No one special. She can follow us around," Taehyung shrugs and turns back. Y/N was surprised with his answer. Whats wrong with Taehyung now? Why is he behaving like last night again? Did she do anything wrong? Y/N decides to just follow them around for a while. Maybe they havent seen each other long, so they just want to catch up? Taehyung wont just ignore her for the rest of the day right?

Y/N's hopes dissapeared when hours passed and Taehyung didnt even talked or looked at her once. They didnt even ride the rides with her, taking a private car together, leaving her alone, riding with strangers. So much for an "amusement park date to catch up" Kim Taehyung.

Y/N sighed, but still follows them around.

Little by little, fans has started to gather as they realized that Taehyung and Mia are together, at an amusement park and at what look like a date. And soon enough, the crowd had gathered and followed them around to the point Taehyung's manager have to come. In the midst of the increasing crowd, Y/N being tiny and fragile got pushed by the fans who is trying to approached the couple and take photos before the moment is over, resulting in a scraped knees and bruises over her body. She tried to gets up and calls out for Taehyung, running behind them to catch up but was held back by the security.

"Sorry miss, please back off,"

"No. No. I am his friend. I was with him the whole day!" She points to the two celebrity.

"Yeah right, everybody said that," the security laughed and rolled his eyes. "You and these thousand other girls. Go home and study girl, stop chasing cleebrity around,"

"No. I am serious. He is my friend. Look, I have his jacket!" Y/N points to Taehyung's jacket that shes wearing. The one he gave her earlier because of the chilly evening air.

"Wait, are you a saseang?!" The security eyes her up and down.

"What?! Me? No! I am-"

The security ignored her and spoke into his walkie talkie and soon after a few more came and pushed her back.

"Miss, you have to stay about 1 kilometres away from Mr. Kim or legal actions will be taken against you. We dont tolerate saseangs,"

"But I am not.." Y/N sighed as she looks at Taehyung who is escorted away, not even looking back. "Nevermind. I'll back off," Y/N plop down at one of the benches and think about the way to go back to the hotel. Maybe she can just ask Jae Hyun for help.

"We heard what the security said," Y/N looks up to find a group of girls standing in front of her, circling her, hiding her from public sight. "You are a saseang arent you?"

"What? No! Its a misunderstanding. I am actually Tae's high school friend. I-"

"How dare you call him Tae you crazy stalker! Leave our oppa alone! He and his bandmates deserve some privacy you crazy bitch," the first girl shove her shoulder hard.

"No. Wait. I am not a-"

"Bitches like you deserve to die!" And before she can start defending herself the girls start shoving and hurting her, pulling her hair, slapping and punching her all over. Y/N is pretty sure they are the crazy one here.

Almost losing conciousness and bleeding all over, Y/N can only smirks to herself. I cant believe this is the way I will die. By being punch by Taehyung's fan.

/////

Who the hell is that guy?!

Taehyung paced around in his room. Before he was ushered back to the car by his manager at the theme park, he managed to sneak a look behind the crowding fans, and he saw, far away at the back some guy carrying Y/N bridal style. She is hugging his neck but Taehyung cant see her face or anything else.

Who is he?

Why is she letting him carry her like that?

And after what happen yesterday, Y/N is still not even a bit jealous?

Taehyung huffed and continue to pace around his room. His mind is going crazy. Y/N didnt contact him after nor did she reply to any of his texts and calls.

Maybe he really did it this time. Maybe Y/N is truly mad at him.

/////

Taehyung didnt see any of his friends after that anymore. They didnt answer his calls or his texts. They also didnt attend any of his shows anymore. Taehyung was confused. Is Y/N that mad at him for ditching her the other day? To the point she asks their friends to stop being friends with him? Doesnt that mean she has feelings for him then?

Taehyung needed answers, so he keeps on calling and texting. Plus, he misses Y/N lile crazy and he is starting to regret what he did the other day. After a few weeks of trying, Soo Young, fed up with his relentless effort in calling finally answered.

"What the hell so you want?!"

"Well, hello to you too. Is this how you talk to a friend?" Taehyung asks, confused on her behaviour.

"A friend?" She scoffed. "After what you did to Y/N, do you think you can call any of us friends again?!" So he was right. Y/N is pissed that he ditch her the other day.

"Wait. Just because I left Y/N at the amusement park you guys are not going to be friends with me anymore? Look, I know what I did was wrong. But I am s-"

"Left her at the amusement park? Its more like left her to die you asshole! And here I thought you actually love her!" Soo Young screamed out.

"Huh? D-die?" Taehyung stammered. what is she talking about?

"Y/N was in a freaking coma for a week because your crazy fans beat her up at the park you asshole! And you did freaking nothing to help! You think just because you are famous now you are better than your friends?! Just stop calling and stay the hell away from her!" Soo Young screamed at him but Taehyung is no longer listening as the phone he is holding dropped to the floor.

What has he done?

/////

Y/N opened her eyes to the smell of sterile and medicine, her eyes adjusting to the white walls around her. She tries to move but she cant, everything hurts.

Where is she?

The last thing she remembered after getting beat up is a guy's voice shouting at the girls who is assaulting her and carrying her before she passed out conpletely.

"Hey.. you are awake," Soo Young's voice spoke softly to her ear and her friends friendly face entered her vision.  Soo Young explained what happened. How she was in a coma for a week already, and how a stranger at a park save her and how they are all no longer friends with Taehyung.

Taehyung.

No matter how hard she tries, she cant figure out why Taehyung did what he did and Y/N finally give up in trying to figuring it out.

Y/N focuses on recovery, putting Taehyung to the far back of her mind. After a few weeks, her bruises and cuts got better but is still very much visible and she no longer needed a wheelchair, only crutches to walk. On a lazy weekend while watching her favorite drama and inhaling a carton of ice cream, a loud knock comes from the door. With her bad leg, she hopped to the door.

"Coming!"

Y/N opened the door to find Taehyung looking straight at her, a huge bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Y/N. I-"

Panicking, Y/N immediately slammed the door shut at his face, tears starts to stream down her face. She doesnt know why shes crying. But seeing Taehyung again, after everything that happens... it just bring out the emotions that she never knew she felt.

"Y/N?" Taehyung calls out softly, while knocking on the door. After a few minutes he realizes that Y/N is never going to open it, atleast not today, and decide to just say what he wanted to say from behind the door.

"Y/N? I know after what I did I dont even deserve to see you. And I know you hate me so much that you cant even bare to see my face. I know I am a few weeks too late but I came immediately after I found out. Y/N, I am sorry. I didnt know why I did what I did. And if I could turn back time I would, but I cant. I am sorry I ruined what could have been the happiest day for us and turned it into this... tragedy. I am really sorry. You dont know how badly I regretted everything. I will give up everything Y/N, just to take it back. I swear," Taehyung sighed. "I'm... I'm just going to leave this flowers here by the door. Its for you. And I will come back every single day. You dont have to see me. But I will come back and wait for you until you are ready. I am sorry Y/N," with that Y/N heard his footsteps slowly went away, leaving her alone with her tears.

And true enough, Taehyung came back every single day for the next few months. Y/N found out from the news that he skipped his tour just to do this. He must really be willing to do anything like he said. Everyday he will leave something for her. Flowers, cookies, teddies, books, anything and he will sits on the floor by the door and talk about his day and how sorry he is and how he misses her. And slowly, Y/N find herself waiting for his daily visits and the tears stopped, replaced by a smile and a few giggles.

After 4 months, Y/N decided to finally open the door and ask him one final question.

"Y-Y/N? You opened the door!" Taehyung smile, surprised and immediately hugs her. "S-sorry. I just miss you so much," he stares at her longingly, backing away.

"This doesnt mean I forgive you Tae,"

"Of course! Of course! But its progress! What do you want me to do Y/N? I'll do anything, even if it takes forever," Taehyung smiles and she knows he means it.

"Answer me this one question Tae. Answer me with honesty. No bullshit, no lies, no excuses, and I will decide if I want to forgive you,"

"Of course Y/N. What is it do you want to know? I'll answer anything. Anything at all,"

"Why?" Taehyung looks at her, confused. "Why are you always mad at me for no reason? Why are your mood always changing? Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me? Do you not want to be my friend anymore? Why?"

"Well... thats not one question," Taehyung chuckles.

"Taehyung..."

"Okay, okay. Kidding," Taehyung smiles and takes a deep breath. Its now or never. Its time to tell his dream girl, the truth.

"You want to know why? Its because of you Y/N. You are driving me crazy. from that first day I saw you in high school, I have been crazy about you, over you. I cant sleep, I cant think straight, I cant even be myself, all I can do is think about you and how to make you mine. How it feels if you are mine. If you love me back. I want you Y/N. I want to take care of you, to love you, to be the only face you think about every single day, to be the last face you see at night, the first face you see in the morning. Every single day I wonder, why cant I be that person for you? I love you L/N Y/N. I have been madly in love with you for years and I am sorry I have been acting crazy, but I just cant help it when I see other people looking at you or laughing with you. You are just so beautiful, so perfect to me, I am afraid that someone else will steal you away. I dont know how I will live if that happens. Jealousy is my best friend when I am around you and thats what happen that day. I knew now that you will never be mine, and I accept that. But I will take care of you from afar. And to answer your question, no, I dont want to be your friend, because I want to be so much more. But Y/N..," Taehyung smiles. "I have accepted it Y/N, that you will be the girl who will never be mine,"

Y/N feels her mouth dropped opened. Is Kim Taehyung really finally confessing to her?

"T-tae, I didnt know-"

"Hey, its okay. You didnt know. Atleast you didnt ignore my feelings on purpose," he smiles. "I am so sorry Y/N. I love you and I will do anything to make things right again. I regret everything I did,"

"Wait," Y/N stopped him. "So you are saying, that everything you did to me before, the mood changes, igboring me, getting angry, everything, is because you are jealous? And because you cant have me?"

"Well, yeah," Taehyung gave a small smile. "I love you too much that the thought of not having you drive me crazy. And you are just so beautiful, guys are always all over you,"

"But you said this will never happen again. Because..?"

"Because I finally accepted that you are the girl that I love, but you are also the girl that at will never be mine Y/N," Taehyung smile, a sad smile. Y/N giggles and took a step forward and held his hand.

Oh who is she kidding. She might have denied it to Soo Young and the rest of the gang, but who could ever resist Kim Taehyung?

Obviously not her. Because she is fi ally admitting to herself that she is desperately in love with her best friend. From that first day in high school. And how lucky is she that her best friend is Kim Taehyung.

"But Tae, whoever said that I will never be yours if you never ever asked me?" Y/N grins and the happiest smile slowly crept up Taehyung's face.

[svtmatokis]

Hello! I fell in love with your work and I was wondering if I could get a story where Vernon helps you study your med school notes or something? Thank you sm!!!

Hi!! Sorry it took so long but there were so many directions I could’ve taken this in. I hope you enjoy it and if it was what you wanted ^_^

Pairing: Reader x Vernon

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1912

“ I REALLY cant go out today.” you said into your phone while walking to your dorm room..

“Y/N come on!!! It’s the final party before finals! You HAVE to go!” the boy on the other line said in a whining tone and you sighed.

“Finals are  the reason why, I can’t go out tonight. I need to study, med school doesn’t pay for itself you know.” you said as the boy on the other line snickered.

“It does for me.”

His statement caused you to roll your eyes, “Well considering your father is the director of the university hospital…anyways I can’t go out tonight. My first exam is the day after tomorrow and I need to study and finalize my notes.””

The boy sighed on the other side but you noticed it sounded more exhausted than frustrated., “Fine…Where are you now?”

“Just about to get back to….my…” your hand which was holding the phone dropped to the side as you stared the person standing by your room door.

“Vernon?”

Vernon looked at you with a nod of his head and hung up the phone. “Let’s go.”

You and Vernon met on the first day of Medical School and were assigned to the same lab group. Many tried to befriend him to get on the directors good side and Vernon was well aware of that.  It was the main reason why Vernon kept his friend circle tight and you were one of the lucky ones.

You intrigued him with your professionalism and also the fact that you didn’t openly flirt with him like alot of the female med school population did. He liked that you were always striving to do you best and always ended up in the top 1 percentile only second to him.  It was a friendly competition the two of you had and to this day, he would only beat you by the slightest in marks

What he didn’t know was that you were working hard to keep up your grades. You had admitted to yourself long ago that you had crush on Vernon but never thought he’d feel the same way and never acted on your feelings.

“I told you, I can’t go out tonight-” you tried to explain while opening your door but he cut you off.

“I’m helping you study tonight Y/N.” he said stepping inside your room and made himself comfortable on your bed while looking at your exam calendar that you had on your wall. You were fortunate enough to not have a roommate and made good use of the space.

“You don’t have to Vernon….” you said as you put your things away and took out the books you needed to study.

“I know I don’t have to.” he chuckled, “But I want to. Come on, we have a long night ahead of us and I have several take out menu’s in my bag so you can choose what you want for dinner after.”

You smiled at him as he grinned at you, “Are you sure?”

“Sure that I want Chinese tonight? I was thinking more fried chicken…” he said pretending to not know what you were talking about making you roll your eyes.

“The party Vernon, I know it’s the biggest one before finals..”

“And you’re right, finals are important so let’s get the books cracking young lady.” he said taking your closest textbook and handed it to you finally making you give in.

For the next few hours you and Vernon sat on your bed as he helped you review your notes for each class. You were well aware of how close your bodies were getting as you readjusted yourselves to get more comfortable. In the end, you were sitting between his legs as he quizzed you over your shoulder. His breath tickling your ear as he spoke and you could almost feel the brush of his lips on your cheek. You tried not to blush at the almost contact and focussed on your notes.

“Okay, I need a break!” you said lying down as your shirt rode up exposing your mid drift.

Vernon watched as you stretched with a small smile. He knew you were ready for finals and despite lacking the confidence there was no doubt that you’d do well. He looked at his phone to check the time and agreed. It was about time for dinner anyways.

“Are you hungry?” he asked and at the same time your stomach growled causing the two of you to giggle.

“I guess we have our answer.” you said as you held your hands up towards him. “Can you pull me up? I worked out yesterday and I’m still sore.”

Vernon grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him so your faces were only inches apart.

“Thank you,” you said almost breathless from the force of the pull. Your small hand remained pinned under his much larger one behind him but you didn’t bother to try to pull away.

He smirked at you and brought his face closer to yours and tilted his head so your lips almost met. You could feel his breath brush against your lips and if either if you had moved a mere centimeter, your lips would have touched.

“No problem” he whispered before releasing your hand and you pulled away trying to calm your heart, that was threatening to jump out of your chest.

“So…what should we order?” you asked as you hid your face behind the menus so he couldnt see your face.

“Mmmm, I was thinking fried chicken…but if you want something else-” he started saying but you cut him off.

“No fried chicken’s fine” you said looking through the menu. After ordering the food, you went back to reviewing your notes as you continued to calm your beating heart as Vernon went through the various messages he got from his friends who were all at the party.

He looked down at you and smiled, even if his friends were having a blast without him, he was happy that you agreed to let him help you study.  He knew the day would come where he was going to tell you his feelings but also took into consideration that this was your hardest year and the labs and homework came first. As the years went on, Vernon was starting to realize that he was seeing less and less of you. He knew that you were volunteering part time at a local hospital to build up your repertoire and between that and school, you barely had time to meet up with your own friends and he was almost sure that if it weren’t for your best friend Eunwoo; who secretly updated Vernon of your whereabouts from time to time, you would forget to eat.

Once the food arrived, the books were put away and you turned on a movie while the two of you ate in silence till all the food was gone. The movie continued playing and the two of you made yourselves comfortable on your bed promising to get back to the books once it was over.

The weight on Vernon’s shoulder told him otherwise.He looked at you from the corner of his eye and chuckled softly.

“Typical Y/N”

He moved his arm so that it was now wrapped around your shoulder and he gently moved your head so that it was placed in a more comfortable position on his chest.  He decided that he would finish the movie first and then decide what to do after, plus you had studied so hard and deserved the rest and he couldn’t find it in his heart to wake you.

A few hours later, Vernon was getting ready to leave after he tucked you into bed. He found sleeping you so cute that he turned on another movie to savor the moment of having your head on his chest. He tidied around your room before finally picking up his backpack. Leaning down to kiss your forehead he whispered, “I’ll see you after finals are over.”

He knew that once you woke up tomorrow, you’d be on lock down and probably wouldn’t do anything until your last test was done. He was the same way and was preparing for the ones he had himself. He made a mental note to text Eunwoo tomorrow to make sure that you had something to eat or may he would drop by with lunch…yea maybe he’d do that..

Vernon was right though, outside of his and Eunwoo’s periodic drop bys to your room with food and in Vernon’s case, to study more. You did not leave your room willingly until a week later when your last exam was done.

A few weeks later, the results were posted and you fought your way through the crowd of people to see what your marks were.You had a feeling you didn’t do too well this time around, having lost a lot of sleep thinking of a certain Hospital Director’s son and what not but you had to at least done decently right?

As you got to the front, people turned to look at you with shocked faces while others started whispering. Looking up at the results, your jaw dropped.

“Congratulations. I knew you’d do well.” a voice said behind you causing you to whip around and there was Vernon holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand while wearing a smirk on his face.

He took a step towards you, “I was going to wait till after grad…but I really don’t think I can wait that long anymore…” he cleared his throat as he noticed that people had formed a circle around the two of you, “You are one of the hardest working people I know and I know how important becoming a doctor is for you and I had no doubt that you’d top the class this year. My dad even called it when he saw your lab reports but I didn’t believe him until now.”

Vernon looked down, it was now or never. Looking back up at you, his eyes were filled with hope and you couldn’t help but feel the same way. Did this mean…Was he saying what you thought he was going to say?

“I didn’t want to ask you then because I knew we weren’t ready. But I really really can’t wait anymore Y/N. Put me out of my misery, stitch up my heart and be mine….please?”

The next thing you knew, your arms were around his neck holding him tightly as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around as howls from whom you assumed were from Vernon’s friends were heard off in the distance.

Once he put you down you both let out a breath.

“So is that a yes?” he asked and you nodded making him grin.

“Good, cause then I can do this and not care that anyones looking.” he said leaning down and gently placed his lips on yours and suddenly the world melted away and you actually felt like the stress of exams were finally worth it.

You were in the arms of a man who would mend you up whenever you were down and burnt out but he was also the man who would be your rock throughout your career and sure, things wouldn’t be perfect but you wouldn’t want another doctor taking care of you either way.

-Anna

[kayah16]

Coming to an End (Redo)

The man who Veronica hired to kill Jeffrey and Justin did all his homework on those two. He was slightly confused as to why Veronica would want her own son killed. He wasn't going to question it. It wasn't his business. Veronica always talked highly of Jeffrey though.

Always talked about how smart he was. He didn't understand how if Jeffrey was so smart, how did he end up with Justin? He did his background search on Justin. He didn't like what he read and that made him hate Justin. He hated people like Justin.

People who felt because they held a certain position, they could do as they pleased. A person who was a bully. A person who used other peoples weaknesses to build himself up. Thats why he was going to enjoy killing Justin. Jeffrey not so much because that was still Veronicas son, but once again not his business.

He was paid to kill them and as long as he got his money he wasn't going to ask no questions.

Jeffrey and Justin was still sitting in the apartment dealing with the aftermath. Jeffrey was stuck, he loved his Dad, but he also loved Justin. Was it love? Was it lust? Was it the dick? No. Either way Jeffrey felt like he was a monkey and he had to choose his Dad or Justin.

He didn't understand why his Dad would just have Justin jumped. He did understand he just pretended he didn't for the sake of Justin. He didn't understand why Madison just didn't mind his own business. What didn't Madison understand? Why did Madison care so much?

It's been years since they seen each other and Madison acted like he knew him. Annoying. Then Wyatt. The friend who didn't know whether or not he wanted to be friends with Jeffrey. Jeffrey was sick and tired of having people in his ear. Sick of tired of being told what to do.

How to live. Who to fuck. He was a grown ass man and if he wanted to have a relationship with Justin, he was going to do so. He kept getting a bad feeling whenever he was around Justin. His chest would tighten and his head would start hurting.

He was always reminded of how they met. Justin trying to take advantage of Jeffrey in the back of the police car. Then when Jeffrey was locked up and Justin kept playing mind games with him. It bothered him. He was willing to fight his Dad, his Mom, and whoever else just to prove Justin was a good guy.

Yet, everytime he turned around Justin showed the opposite. How Justin did the same thing to R.K. just to make him jealous. He stared at the blue eyed male for a few minutes the pieces starting to click. Justin didn't love him.

Jeffrey did love Justin though. Even when he knew he shouldn't have he loved Justin. Rubbing his hands on his blue jeans Jeffrey let out a disappointed sigh. He was hurt. He was angry. He was confused. Why did he think Justin loved him?

Justin did just beat him up in a hospital for talking to Madison. Then he apologized. He meant it. Didn't he? This was all too much for Jeffrey and he couldn't handle it. He could hear the I told you so from everybody who warned him.

Justin just kept staring at the wall with Jeffrey's pictures on it. Why couldn't people let them be happy? He wasn't a bad guy. He was misunderstood. He was taken for granted. He lost everything behind dealing with Jeffrey.

Lost his job. Lost his wife and daughter. Lost his Mother. People treat him like he's the bad guy. Like he did something wrong. He didn't. He didn't do anything wrong. He just wanted Jeffrey to love him as much as he loved Jeffrey.

Who couldnt see the love between them? Why was everybody against him? He Was a hardworking cop who just wanted to make Jeffrey happy. Turning his blue eyes to Jeffrey he placed a hand on his jean covered thigh.

"When we get married, we should have a secret wedding."

Jeffrey did a half smile and removed Justins hand from his thigh. His thoughts was like puzzle pieces all mixed up. Justin twisted his head to the side and tried to touch Jeffrey again. Getting up Jeffrey shook his head and let out a disappointed sigh.

"I have to go."

"What? Why?"

Jeffrey didn't answer he just left. He knew if he had of answred Justin would have caused him to stay. He needed to get away from Justin. Matter fact he needed to get away from everybody. His life has been going in a weird direction and he didn't like it.

Hearing his phone ring he knew it was Justin, but he ignored it. His phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing. Even when he was walking in the garage his phone was ringing. His phone ringed a total of 50 times and they were all from Justin.

He didn't even have a phone call from Madison which hurt his feelings. The man who Veronica hired to kill both of them had slashed all of Jefferies tires on his car. He was hiding in the dark waiting on the perfect time to attack. He found it when Jeffrey took his phone out to make a phone call.

Coming out of his hiding spot he tip toed in the garage making sure not to surprise Jeffrey. He didn't want to fuck this up and not get paid. He needed that money. Putting the silencer on his gun he stood behind Jeffrey and waited til he got off the phone and shot him. Jeffrey's body hit the ground with a hard thud.

He heard footsteps and found a quick hiding spot. Justin had waited for Jeffrey to come back and when he didn't answer his phone calls he decided to follow him. Seeing blood on the concrete ground Justin rushed and the sight made him sick. Jeffrey's lifeless body laying on the ground.

Somebody killed him before he could get a chance. Coming out of his hiding spot he aimed the silencer at Justin who was slow with getting his gun out and shot him. This was easy.

He could make it look like a murder suicide. But he wasn't getting paid for that he was getting paid just to kill them. Veronica figure out the rest. Taking his burner phone out he dialed Veronicas number and waited. It took about 5 rings but she answered her phone.

"It's done."

"Money will be at your house tomorrow. Don't touch shit."

Hanging up the phone Veronica started to sing as she sipped her red wine. She was not about to have her daughter and her girlfriend make a fool out of her. Was she going to regret it? No. Did she care she killed her only child? No. Was she going to sleep well? Yes.

AN: Angst. Sucks. Sorry. I hope this one is better lol

[flamegodess]

Let The Darkness Fall

Chapter 6

Genre: young royai vampire AU, angst, fluff, romance

Rate: T

“So? You’re coming, right?” Roy asked excitedly that evening, while Riza was trying to finish her homework. “No, I told you I’m not coming.” She replied and rolled her eyes. “But Maes mentioned especially to bring you with me...” There were three days since Roy was insisting upon this matter. The friendly guy she had met in the night she found out about vampires, Maes, was throwing a party at his place. A vampire party. However, everything was still new for Riza and the last thing she wanted was going to party with hungry and dangerous vampires. “You won’t be the only human there, you know? Maybe you will meet other feeders to complain about how bloodthirsty vampires are. ” He added and smirked. She said nothing pretending to focus on her homework so Roy went on. “You know, Gracia is a lovely person. She is Maes’ feeder.” “The thing is... I’m not the party type of person. But you can go, have fun. ” She added and he frowned. “And stop manipulating me.” “OK, then we’ll make a deal.” He said quickly. “I will do your homework at chemistry because you don’t seem to be very gifted at it....like at all” He said as his gaze moved to her notebook “... And you will come with me to the party. What do you say?” Riza arched her eyebrows. It was true, chemistry wasn’t her thing...but if he had stopped bothering her then she could have dealt with her homework. She sighed. “If I say that I’m coming, will you leave me alone?” “Yes, of course, I’m out.” He replied quickly as a wide smile appeared on his face and jumped over her window. She smiled looking at the window frame. Unconsciously, she pressed a palm against her brand and shivered. So she was going to attend a vampire party after all. *** Later, Riza went to Roy’s bedroom to bring him her homework. A promise was a promise. She knocked hesitantly at the door and entered shyly.   She flinched at the sight of his bare chest and abs and he froze at the sight of the long split-leg black dress she was wearing. “Sorry, I was just about to take my shirt.” He excused himself and picked it up from the hanger. “I,umm...  Brought you my homework.” She said placing the books on his desk. His gaze followed her around the room and when it met hers she asked nervously: “Are you hungry? You may-” “No.” He answered and approached her. “Can’t I just admire you because you're beautiful?” She averted her gaze from his. God, he was going to be the end of her one day. “I wasn’t sure what I should wear, if it’s too much I-” “It’s perfect. And remember. If someone’s bothering you, you tell me.” “Yeah, sure. Come to my room when you’re ready to leave.” She added and looked at the clock. It was showing one o’clock. Why couldn’t vampires just sleep the whole night? She met his deep orbs again and couldn’t resist the impulse of buttoning his shirt up. Yes, he was going to be the end of her for sure. “Thank you.” He replied with a note of affection in his voice. His right hand stroked her cheek gently, now only inches distancing them. His hand traveled from her face to her brand. She felt a warm feeling invading her. She couldn’t move. She even forgot how to speak. Why was he always having this effect upon her? He leaned and kissed her forehead lightly. It was then when she realized that indeed, she wasn’t only a blood source for him and that maybe there was something bonding them. 

*** Yes, Maes was definitely one of those rich people who threw those kind of crowded parties with people dressed very formal and drank champagne. “Roy!” Maes greeted him joyfully and gave him a friendly hug. “I am so happy to finally meet you, Miss Hawkeye.” He added as he kissed Riza’s hand. “Call me Riza, Mr. Hughes.” She replied impressed by his gesture.                      “Then call me Maes.” He added. “Deal.” “I like her.” Hughes said and smiled. “Oh, and Gracia will totally love you.” He added looking at a woman who joined them and hugged Roy as affectionately as Maes. “And you must be Riza. I am Gracia.” She introduced herself and hugged her. These affectionate gestures were something new for Riza. It was odd though, that these vampires were so kind. “Maes was the one who taught me how to control myself after I’ve been turned.” Roy explained looking at the two of them. “Roy is family to us.” Gracia added and Roy ruffled his hair awkwardly. Riza couldn’t explain herself why but she was glad that he had had someone to take care of him after he had been turned. While Gracia led Riza to the living room, Roy and Maes headed to the kitchen. “You don’t have bad tastes, Roy, but did she really had to be Hawkeye’s daughter?” He said as he purred some brandy in two glasses. “Ironic, isn’t it?” he replied as he brought the glass to his lips. “And not the best moment. Bridgette returned in the town.” Roy flinched and started to cough as the burning liquid flowed down his throat. “She’s in the town?” “She’s actually somewhere in the house. I swear I didn’t invite her here, but I couldn’t just tell her to go away.” Hughes defended himself and then, his eyes reflected a shade of nostalgy. “She’s been family to us just as much as you are.“  “Great. Just great. ” Roy added as he sipped the rest of the liquor. That was going to be a long night. 

Riza met other feeders and she couldn’t help but feel good in the huge living room, surrounded by humans and vampires. She looked through the people but couldn’t see Roy. Maybe she should advise him not to drink so much... They still had to return home and he was the only one who knew the way. And she still wasn’t sure if he could control his blood thirst when he was drunk. He was in the kitchen the last time she had seen him. Riza made her way through the vampires and found the door of the kitchen. She opened it and froze in the doorframe. Roy was kissing passionately a gorgeous woman who was wearing a short scarlet dress. The worst part came when his lips traveled from her lips to her neck and bit her hungrily.

[mmmbopwasntthatbad]

CAOS: Harvey Kinkle

In kindergarten, they were told to draw a picture of their family and label each person. When Harvey got home he grabbed a piece of construction paper, pulled out his crayons, sat on the ground, and got to work. The paper was light blue, so he didn’t have to color in the sky and he put the sun in the corner. He could hear his mom and dad yelling elsewhere in the house, but Tommy wasn’t home. He leaned down closer to his paper and poured his focus into drawing.

Mom, Dad, Tommy, and Me.

—

Harvey was seven when his mom left. One day there, the next gone. No note, no goodbye, no forwarding address. His dad refused to even mention her. Sometimes Harvey could almost believe she had never existed. If it wasn’t for the drawing he kept on his desk maybe he could forget. When that failed to convince him, he would wait until his father couldn’t hear and ask Tommy.

When he laid in bed at night, listening to the football announcers yelling from the tv in the other room he imagined her hitchhiking all over the country. The Grand Canyon, the Empire State Building, San Francisco Bay, the Statue of Liberty- Harvey may be stuck in Greendale, but his mother was not weighed down but anyone or anything. Not anymore.

Other times, after his father has yelled about the money needed for food, or about flag football being inappropriate at his and Tommy’s ages, that tackle is more appropriate, else they may become weak, about Harvey not needing any color pencils for school what are they teaching you th-

Harvey imagines his mother not making it past the front steps, his father burying her in the backyard with nothing to mark the spot. He imagines his mother bleeding into the soil, seeping into their water, and making the Kinkle family sick with anger and despair.

Either way, Harvey wishes she brought him with her.

—-

“Tell the story again, the one that mom always told”

“I can’t Harvey, I have homework to do. Besides, you know it, why do you need me to tell it?”

“....I don’t, I guess.”

Harvey closed his eyes and tried to remember his mom kneeling by his bed and her soft voice telling him about the traveler and the hosts he encountered. His mother’s face was fuzzy surrounded by a halo of blonde hair and which host was welcoming and which turned him away, which was punished with fury and flame and which rewarded with love?

He couldn’t quite remember the story, but he was starting to figure out how things in the real world worked out.

—-

Harvey got into his first fight in second grade. No blood was shed and no knees were scraped, but he was brought to sit in the pirncipal’s office to wait for his father anyways. After an hour and a half, his dad still hadn’t shown and the last bell rang. Outside the office, he could see all the other kids being escorted outside for dismissal and wondered who was going to come get him.

After a few more minutes, Tommy appeared at the doorway, having walked to pick him up. Harvey was allowed to leave and told to tell his dad to check his voicemail.

After sitting for so long, Harvey has begun to think that no one would ever come to get him and he would be left to rot in the office forever.

He doesn’t know if that would be so bad.

—-

“A fight?”

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

His dad held up a hand to silence him. After taking a sip of his beer, he spoke again.

“Did you win?”

Harvey knew there was only one right answer.

“Yes.”

“Maybe you’re not so chickenshit after all,��� his dad nodded appraisingly and Harvey took this as his notice to leave.

Harvey knew he was chickenshit because he couldn’t even bring himself to tell anyone that he didn’t even swing at the other kid once. He just put his hands up and shied away and took the pain.

He was good at that.

—-

The mines were a maze and he couldn’t get out and he had been in there so long and he couldnt find his way out and Tommy and his friends have to be looking for him, they’ll have to find him eventually, they’ll find him and it will just end up with him being crowned the champion of hiding, he won’t be lost down here, he won’t-

A goat that towered over him, an unnatural being that stared straight through him. The mines smelled like matches and Harvey could not move or breathe or think. He could never remember ever being so terrified as he was right then.

When Tommy found him five hours later, he was quivering and crying, pressed up against the rough wall.

—-

“Harvey! Harvey are you alright?! We’ve been looking for you for hours!” Tommy came bounding through the mines and Harvey wanted to scream at him to be quiet, that he’ll find them and they’ll never get out of these mines alive.

Harvey doesn’t say anything, just continues to cry as Tommy hugs him

“Harvey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Tommy pulls back to inspect him and wait for Harvey to respond. When he receives no answer, Tommy quiets down.

“Hey Harv, look at me. Are you okay?”

Since he didn’t know how to answer, Harvey said the one thing he knew was true.

“We need to get out of here.”

—-

Tommy doesn’t mention losing his brother for hours to their dad and Harvey doesn’t say anything to anyone. Tommy waits a few days to ask Harvey what happened in the mines but only gets the shake of a head in return. Harvey sits at his desk for hours every day after school and draws through cramped fingers and stiff backs. Tommy waits until Harvey is asleep to go look through Harvey’s drawings. While some are concrete and the others more abstract, they are all of the same terrible monster.

Tommy stops asking and Harvey starts to talk more. If it weren’t for the drawings and the sporadic nightmares that woke Harvey up, sweaty and shaking, it would almost be like nothing had ever happened in the first place.

—-

Much later, Tommy will quietly mention to Harvey that no one has ever said anything about seeing anything like his drawings in the mines.

Harvey doesn’t know if that makes it better or worse

—-

Middle school introduces Harvey to Sabrina, a petite blonde who attended the other local grade school. They hit it off when they are sat next to each other in social studies on the first day and grow closer together each year. Harvey lets Sabrina’s passionate kindness influence him and lets her positivity mood his outlook.

High school sees them become a couple and together in a tight knit group of friends. Harvey forgets himself when he is with them.

—-

Tommy is complimenting his drawings, their “messed up”-ness adding to their quality and not detracting from it. Harvey has never been happier to be called a twisted little weirdo.

Excitedly, Harvey tells Tommy about the offer of making posters for the book store and maybe even working there on weekends.

“That your idea of a joke? You wanna hang out in the back of a comic book shop with some pervert who plays dress up?”

Tommy tried to stick up for him, but Harvey knows it it futile. His father is angry and nothing can stop him.

“You wanna job Harvey? I gotta job for ya, in the mines. You’ll start with a shift this week”

Harvey hears Tommy arguing with his dad but can’t comprehend the words anymore. It could be waiting for him in the mines and his father has condemned him to finding out.

—-

He doesn’t go into the mines this time. But later, when he does, he sees nothing. His life feels like an excercise in the unnecessary.

—-

Susie’s uncle chills Harvey to the bones and he is eight and in the mines again. There’s no Tommy to protect him now so he won’t be chickenshit this time, he decides, and attempts to keep himself from falling apart.

—-

Tommy’s back and Harvey has to shoot him.

He steels himself and attempts to give back some of the peace Tommy gave to him

—-

Sabrina is a witch and she has to stay away from him for his safety. That’s what she says to Harvey at least.

But at this point, Harvey knows how this goes. He kisses her, and watches another person leave his life, without bothering to ask if he wants to leave too.