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flower-demise · 3 years ago

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⋆⁺ 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯| 𝖐𝖙𝖍 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

They say that when you are looking at the stars, you’re actually looking into the past. Many of the stars we see at night have already faded away.

And yet I found you

A bts au inspired by hotarubi no Mori e, howl's moving castle and stories without a linear concept of time

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✦𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 : 𝔗𝔞𝔢𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔜𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

✦𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊 : 𝔉𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔲 ,𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱, 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱/𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢

✦𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡/𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰.

✦𝕬/𝖓: 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔞 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔶/𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 | 𝖈𝖍.1 | 𝖈𝖍.2 | 𝖈𝖍.3 | 𝖈𝖍.4 | 𝖈𝖍.5 | 𝖈𝖍.6| 𝖆𝖔3

Chapter 1: In the heart of the labyrinth, he waits..

‘I had the same dream last night’ you exclaimed with a pout on your face as your grandma prepared the tea to start of the day.

It was almost autumn now and the chill in the air sparked an excitement deep within you, soon you’d be able to see all the orange leaves decorating the trees. But even that didn’t lift your moods today. It didn’t help the fact that she took her time making it and that her only response was to smile kindly to you and simply say:

‘Again?’ ‘Oh dear please remind me’

‘Grandma!’ you exclaimed betrayed and she laughed at your overreaction. ‘You never listen to me when I tell you’ you fake cried but she simply hummed a quiet lullaby. She was too used to your morning temper, there was a reason she made the tea after all.

‘Here’ she said finally and filled the cup in front of you with a steaming light red liquid as she did with her own. Then she took the seat opposite to you and after taking a long inhale of the fragrance of the tea she said:

‘There now, I’m all ears’

‘Finally’ you mumbled and you mirrored her, taking a sip. Your eyes lit up immediately and she laughed at your reaction.

‘When did you gather the flowers?’ you asked, a new excitement settling in you.

‘Oh, I went early in the morning, the summer is ending and I thought I’d pick my favorite grandchild’s flowers to make tea before she leaves’

‘I’m your only grandchild’ you mumbled again but felt grateful. This scent and this warmth between your hands was what autumn felt like to you. Another sip and the realization that you didn’t want to leave settled in.

You were twelve now and you would have to go to a new school in a couple days, the thought only made you want to stay here with her more. Here, in the quietness of her cottage next to the sea and the meadows. Here, with the lullabies and the warm milk and the clear night skies. The world outside of this appeared as a scary place.

‘Tell me about your dream dear’ she reminded you, maybe even to distract you.

‘Oh right’ another sip ‘I saw that boy again, the one with the mint hair’

‘Oh, your boyfriend’

The look you shot her made her laugh out loud once again.

‘Anyway’ you continued’ it was a sunny day and he was laying on the field. But he was frozen, I called his name a couple of times but he didn’t turn around’

Your grandma’s gaze shifted at that but you didn’t notice.

‘I was very worried only then I noticed how flowers were growing around him, almost covering him like a blanket. It felt..weird’

‘Weird how?’

You looked at her, sipping her tea untroubled.

‘Ah well..the worry left when I saw the flowers and I became sad but also hopeful. I don’t know how to explain it.’

‘It's not an easy thing to do, trying to explain feelings’

‘But this isn't about that, it's about the boy.’ you emphasized and she watched amused ‘I knew the boy in my dream, I knew I knew him but now I can't remember how’.

She took another sip.

‘You said you called his name’

That surprised you, was she paying attention to you after all?

‘Did I? Ugh I can't even remember that. Why can't I remember?’

‘It's okay dear one.’ she said and you stopped your frantic motions to listen to her.

She smiled at you.

‘It was just a dream’

‘Yeah, I know’ you admitted halfheartedly.

‘But it was a beautiful dream’.

‘It was?’

‘Of course,’ she said.

‘Well, what does it mean?’

She looked at you for a few seconds and then after making up her mind and taking another sip, her eyes fell on the big clock on the wall behind you.

‘Look at that, it's almost noon. I’ll tell you another time, okay? When you are older.’

‘Grandma’ you complained but the woman offered a pat in your head and started gathering your cups.

(12 years later...)

‘I saw the weirdest dream last night’ you announced as you were preparing for the bookshop’s opening. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over you, like you had had a conversation like this before.

There were some new arrivals you needed to stack in the shelves and clear the way of the little open space left. Your antique bookshop was exactly that, little. Taking the corner of a hidden street, it was a traveler's lucky discovery as some blogs have called it. And you would agree, you wouldn’t call this place mainstream at all, you knew well enough that it didn’t have the latest number one bestsellers although some second hand harry potter ones were laying on the fantasy section. It was basically a mixture of hidden gems of all genres, all of them second hand and some old tarot decks and postcards. That was one of the reasons you liked it this much, it felt like your own little magic shop. You cringed at the childish thought.

And continued on your work.

‘I was walking in a dark path.’ you explained as you opened the curtains and the morning sun slipped from the window throughout the wooden floor to the vintage paintings covering the walls.

‘I knew someone was watching me, following me. I knew they were there but I couldn’t turn around, I just kept walking and walking’ you looked at the titles and hard covers of the new arrivals. Your hand instinctively travelled through them.

'It felt as if I turned around to face whoever it was, I would be hypnotized, unable to leave’. Your gaze flickered on the title of the largest one with a dark red velvet cover and you knew it would be an instant tourist favorite. The title read: ‘The Story of Orpheus’ and you felt a strange tingle inside you. If you recalled correctly the tale spoke of his descend to the underworld to save his lover, you couldn’t pinpoint though how it ended.

You ignored the feeling and uncovered more books.

‘And then I heard my name’ the reminder alone made you shiver. 'But it was a beautiful voice that spoke it, I remember it being beautiful, because that’s why I turned around’.

‘Very climatic I know, and do you know what happened then?’ you turned around to face your listener’s reaction, only to see your cat lick its paw completely ignoring your rumblings.

‘Please don’t be so invested’ you joked and the cat stopped when it realized you were staring at her.

‘I woke up’ you signed and the ginger furball walked in front you like it was her runaway, her fluffy tail falling under your chin and tickling you. A small smile appeared on your face.

‘What if they were my soulmate or something, calling out for me?’ you swear the look she just gave you along with her little growl was one of the ‘don't be such a pathetic bitch’ kind. You shallowed your pride.

‘Yeah, you are right’ you admitted defeated ‘Soulmates aren't real..what a childish notion’.

A familiar sound pulled you out of your little conversation. You instinctively turned towards the door to greet the new costumer that the bell had announced. Only to find the door closed and the ringing still echoing in your ears.

‘Am I hearing things?’ you questioned out loud and turned to face the cat, only to see her strangely alarmed, her tail straight up and her attention fixed towards the entrance.

‘The old thing must be broken’ you decided. ‘I don’t even know when grandma last replaced it’ you tried to calm your little friend and you went on to check it for yourself when she growled again, halting you.

‘What’s wrong?’ you questioned, slowly retracting and starting to get creeped out.

That’s when the music faintly reached your ears, a familiar melody like an echo of a distant place, a forgotten dream. A sad piano playing from deep in the underworld, you were consumed by its sweet sound. Most of all because you had heard it before. Like a plea to someone, an invitation, one you’ve been waiting for all your life, the sunlight blurred in your side vision and your eyelids became heavier and heavier, surrendering to the delicate notes. Now you could almost follow it, the music would lead you to him.

Then a loud noise of something falling covered everything, the music vanished into whatever realm it came from and you stared in horror at all the books your cat had scattered all over the floor. You stood there for a couple of seconds trying to center yourself, knowing that the little devil had just gotten you out of whatever state you had slipped into.

The rest of the day passed uneventful, only a couple of teenagers wearing their school uniforms came by to check the shelves and an old man who was particularly interested in an old edition of a book. Unfortunately, you had to inform him you didn’t possess the said edition and he only mumbled a ‘people these days chose eBooks over hard covers from the beginning of the 20th century ' and left without saying a simple thank you.

Uneventful entirely.

Your mood was getting lower and lower, you knew it was a weekday so not many costumers would come but still, you were well aware that if you wanted to keep the place running you had to start marketing it somehow. Just because it was your grandma’s shop and it held sentimental value, it didn’t mean it could sustain you. It did what it was supposed to though, reminded you of her.

It didn’t lift your mood either as you were closing now, making sure you locked twice, that you were overly on edge the whole day, jumping from the slightest sound and shadow on the walls. You were a scared cat no surprise there, but even you knew that something odd had happened that morning. Something you were eager to wash away with a hot bath.

You bid you little neighbor farewell for the night, making sure her bowl was full before you took your way home. But the night was beautiful and the air not overly chilly so you took your time exploring the rest of the antique shops that covered your street. You were in a very particular mood, under the full moon, walking the pattern lid streets and spotting all sort of odd objects in the shop windows, you felt like you had entered a fairytale.

You stopped in front of the old bakery that you used to get those chocolate biscuits you loved when you were a kid and even though it had closed long now, you swore you could smell the fresh baked goods under this moon. You passed a few people covered with their scarves and bennies signaling that winter was almost here taking autumn’s place, and made-up stories about where they were going and who they were.

Lost in your imagination you didn’t realize you had found yourself on a street you’d never been before. You saw the slate engraved with the words ‘Acheron'. You hadn't even heard of this street. But it was so beautifully lit under the dim lights you were eager to find where it led. You were so excited in fact that you didn’t notice when the music started, it had come naturally like the first snow, fully fitting the environment around you. And so, when you turned on the corner and started walking down a circular staircase you didn’t question it at all.

Like an enchanted mouse you obeyed the hand who hovered melancholically over the keys of an old piano. He played them so skillfully, like he had done a hundred times, not missing a single note and you couldn’t help but be moved by him, quite literally.

The ground from below your feet changed from the stony road to a heavy carpet and when you looked up again you found a long corridor staring back at you. It extended as far as your eyes could sea and when you looked to the ground again you saw green smoke had covered your feet.

shit

The music became deeper and richer as you kept walking, but the corridor kept extending like it had no end. No end and no beginning. The only thing that changed, was that the smoke had risen higher.

where were you?

You sensed something behind you shift and you turned towards it. The same endless corridor extending in all its silent glory, only now you knew someone was there. Hidden in the dark.

‘Who are you?’ you whispered, finally breaking the silence, only to realize the music had long stopped. The only sound now was your own heavy breathing and the beating of your heart, which got quicker and quicker by the second. Everything was beginning settling in and the all the question were bubbling from the back of your mind. Like..

how the hell did you get here? Wherever here even were...

It’s a dream. You decided. This couldn’t be real. You had gotten home long now and you were dreaming, carefully stuck under a million blankets.

then why were you so aware of a dream?

A sound like wings unfolding had you turn around again. You were trapped like a mouse but between what you didn’t know. Only that it was everywhere, behind you and in front of you, in the walls around you, in every little corner where shadows could reach.

if this was a dream, then why didn’t you wake up?

A scent of something sweet like night flowers reached your nose and you inhaled it like opium.

if this were a dream, could you shape it to your will?

You stopped. Took a deep breath and turn to face the wall. This is a dream you kept repeating as you concentrated on the hard solid material, you touched it gently and imagined a path, a way out. The material obeyed to your will and shifted to thin air, another corridor appearing in front you.

A laugh echoed. A laugh that made every little hair on your neck stand up.

‘Look at you, clever little mouse’ the voice was deep and ancient and run down your spine. Your feet shaked at the power it held, like it could move the very earth, or like it came from it.

You kept walking, you had to. You ignored the creature which you sensed to be closer than before, as if to limit its power, its spell on you.

And yet, dread washed over you as soon as you stared at the same path, it was as if you never had strayed from. He was playing with your mind. He must have. No matter where you went, which turn you took, which doorway you opened you ended up in the beginning, with the presence of someone following you closely, like a guardian.

shit, shit, shit

You stopped in your tracks, your breath frantic. No matter where you run, he had the upper hand. It was like he was one with this place. Your pride gave you a newfound strength though, as you didn’t want the creature to enjoy your desperation, your pointless tries. You were scared to the bone, petrified in fact but refused to die hunted. You tried calm yourself, wherever you were..

you found your way in, you’d find your way out

‘Defeated?’ he purred close to your neck ‘already?’ you could feel a sharp smile at the words that cut your skin like knives.

‘You mortals are so predictable’. Disappointment and arrogance coated his voice now. And now more than ever you wished to defy his predatory aura.

‘You aren’t real’ you spoke with a newfound strength, as to believe it yourself.

The laugh echoed in the corridor darker than before and you got a glimpse at the smoke that had rose almost to your waist.

fuck

‘Isn't the anxiety running hot in your blood real little mouse? Or the way my voice brings forth a primordial fear in your belly?’ you felt his breath in the back of your neck. The scent from before filling your senses. His scent.

‘I’m real. You are not’ you said again, decisive and turned around to see only darkness. A small victory.

‘Such scary words from someone who is afraid to face me’ you teased, pushing your luck, but you didn’t care. You knew you had won over something, over the fear of the unknown, over sharp claws and hearts made of stone. You had stopped running.

The same sound of wings.

‘Oh’ he said with a chuckle. 'I will enjoy this. I'm here little girl’ his voice was almost lyrical ‘I’m here in the dark, can you see me?’

You stared at the abyss ahead of you and your human eyes could only register something twist in the dark. Your stomach followed shortly.

Through the darkness, surrounded by smoke you saw a beautiful man,

no..

A creature with the face of a man with eyes that could read your very soul. Dark wavy hair fell messily above his shoulders, he was so breathtaking that the sight of the black wings hovering behind him didn’t startle you as much.

‘Now you see me’ he said lower. He rested his head on his palm and gazed at you.

‘Now I see you’ you spoke quieter but you knew he heard you.

‘Yet you aren’t the one who guided me here, the one who played the beautiful music’ your gut feeling could tell you this. The man who observed you had the face of an angel, of a forgotten god, but he hid emptiness behind it, like the abyss itself but the music ..the music didn’t remind you of the dark, it reminded you of sunny days and childhood loves.

‘Clever indeed’. He spoke as you figured it out. ‘I wonder that myself. Which of my dear guests called someone like you to this cold forgotten place?’ he had moved closer to you, eyes not ever leaving yours. And you felt exposed, the hidden darkest part inside you felt exposed to his lingering gaze. You’d never forget his eyes, like two dark oceans, they held the colors of dreams in their depths.

Here, in a place like this, you met his gaze back and your eyes roamed from his dark attire covered with jewels to the rings of gems adorning his fingers and the silver necklace hanging from his neck. They stayed there and the man felt you had seen past his exterior as he had seen past yours. An equal match, one he never expected.

It wasn’t long before your eyes were closing though and you felt a hand delicately brushing your hair.

the smoke!

You had forgotten about the smoke and it was too late to care now.

It was strange but your heart had slowed down and before you surrendered to sleep you didn’t feel fear but an odd wonder had begun to settle inside you, birthed out of all you had seen and out of the unworldly man with the black wings who caught you sweetly in his arms when you fell.

{To be continued...}

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#bts x reader #bts #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #bts fanfic #bts fairytale au #bts fantasy au #bts magical au #bts angst #yoongi #taehyung

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bangtanstorytimetheater · 4 years ago

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Virtuoso - A MYG Story

FOUR

We both jumped when we heard the door click open behind us, and an elegant, angular-jawed man with gorgeous, perfectly coiffed silver hair, leaned in through the door frame. His pillowy lips formed a wide smile and his eyes disappeared as he took in the sight of us sitting so close together.

Yoongi scooted himself over on the bench, creating some space between us and cleared his throat.

"Hey Jimin," he looked up, "...'bout time you showed up."

"I got stuck in traffic.."

"Jimin, I live in the middle of the countryside. There is no traffic."

Jimin stepped forward into the sunroom laughing, pushing back his open camel pea coat to slide his hands into the pockets of his black pants. He was dressed more formally, more like how I'd dressed, which was a huge relief.

"Don't we have a rehearsal to attend?" I stood up and walked over to extend my arm to Jimin, "I'm Faye. Nice to meet you, Jimin."

As the first run-through of rehearsal began, the familiar intro chords of At Last began to fill the room, the wooden floors beneath my feet vibrating with the sudden rush of sound. I was so distracted by the lush instrumentals that I almost missed my cue...

"At last..."

I sang, trying to give the best performance I could. I wanted to impress these guys and hopefully be invited back, so I paid close attention to my pitch and accuracy. After a rotation of instrumental solos, the music tapered off to an unexpected stop. I searched the sheet music, knowing the song usually didn't stop at that point, but then I heard Yoongi's fingers start to move.

He began to play the most beautiful, lush, intricate piano cadenza. His head bowed down and swayed, following his fingers as they danced across the keys. It really was breathtaking to see.

He looked so effortless, so at peace with his instrument. His technique was flawless. As the last note of his solo rang out, Yoongi looked up and nodded, cueing everyone to join back in for the final section.

I felt a rush of emotions wash over me. I had never heard such a beautiful version of this song before. The arrangement was unlike anything I'd ever heard. It's incredibly difficult to make changes to a classic, but whoever wrote this arrangement was a genius.

I felt so moved by the music that I forgot all about how nervous I had been earlier. My voice loosened up and I finished the performance out really strong. When the song ended, I quickly flipped to the front page of the music to see who wrote the arrangement. I was dying to see who was responsible for this masterpiece.

I looked over at Yoongi, who was already looking at me. Everyone was.

"This is your arrangement?" I asked him.

"It is..." he replied, seeming unsure of what I was going to say next. He looked down at his fingers on the keys.

"Yoongi, it's incredible..." I started.

"Don't feed his ego!" Hobi let out a hearty laugh as he threw his guitar pick playfully over at Yoongi, then looked back to me, "I'm joking. I mean, he is a musical prodigy. But in all seriousness, he's the last one to admit it. He thinks none of it is a big deal. Meanwhile the rest of us struggle to keep up. And we're professionals!" he laughed.

Hobi seemed like such a nice person. He certainly had a way of lightening the mood in moments of awkwardness.

"Forget him...." Taehyung said, adjusting the neck of his sax and motioning over towards me with his head, "She's incredible. Where the hell have you been?"

"And you've never sung jazz before?" Kookie chimed in from behind the drumset.

"I told you, guys. She's the perfect fit," Jin said, grinning ear to ear with an accompanying "I told ya so" gleam in his eye.

I looked at Kookie, "No, this is my first time. I mean, I have musical theater experience, some of it with jazz in the score, but that's not quite the same. I really enjoyed this though. I hope I can join you all again."

"Oh, please do," Namjoon said with a slight pleading in his voice.

"Well... alright," I said, playfully feigning hesitation.

We all shared a laugh and continued on with our rehearsal. When it ended and everyone was putting away their equipment, I walked into the kitchen to refill my water bottle. The singing was a lot of fun, but I felt a bit dehydrated and fatigued.

I turned off the faucet and turned around, startled to see Yoongi standing with his back against the adjacent counter. His arms were folded across his chest, his right leg casually crossed over his left as he smirked at me.

"Ooh!" I blurted out in surprise, "You scared me!" His eyes crinkled shut and he burst into an adorable, almost inaudible laugh that was breathy and hardly a laugh at all.

"It's not funny..." I smiled, looking down. I could feel my cheeks turning red.

Stop that. If you think about your blushing, you're only going to blush more.

"It's a little funny. Why are you blushing?" he asked, still grinning, amused at how I was slowly melting into a puddle right here in front of him. He shifted his weight and cocked his head to the side inquisitively.

"You make me so nervous..." I said, suddenly feeling a rush of butterflies in my core, "I'm not afraid, but I feel like something is happening between us..."

He suddenly stepped forward, dropping his arms. As he crossed the short space separating us, I turned and instinctively backed up against the cabinets behind me, resting my elbows on the countertop.

Yoongi slowed his steps as his chest moved closer to mine, but he kept an inch or two of space in between us. I held my breath as his hands raised from his sides, moving towards my hips. I watched his fingers ever-so-slightly touch the fabric of my shirt, right around my hip bones, and I anticipated him touching me, hugging me... something.

Instead, he took a step backwards, away from me. His eyes were heavy with lust. The tension between us was undoubtedly building.

What the hell is this feeling? I just met this guy...

"Can you stay for awhile?" he asked suddenly. He paused at the doorway, seeming hopeful, but I could tell that he wasn't sure how I'd answer.

I gave him a shy grin and nodded before we both headed out to say goodbye to everyone for the night.

After everyone was gone and Yoongi was in the kitchen making us some tea, I walked around the practice space, looking at the equipment, noticing all of the scattered sheet music in stacks around the room. Next to the piano, on a little marble-top end table was a piece of music that had so many revisions scratched across it, it looked like the tooth of the paper might not be able to withstand anymore.

I sat down at the piano and started sight-reading the music. The chords were written in unusual inversions, in a progression I hadn't heard before. I could feel such sadness in the descending bass line, and as my fingers carefully navigated through the measures, I felt deep empathy welling up inside me. The final chord rang out, and I was surprised to feel the start of tears in my eyes.

"Wow," I whispered to myself.

"It's unfinished," Yoongi startled me... again.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, turning on the piano bench to face him. He was standing in the doorway with a tray of tea and mugs.

"For nearly the whole song," he answered, turning to slide the tray onto a credenza by the door.

"Does it have a name?" I asked, standing up to walk over to him.

He handed me a mug of tea, "Not yet, but I'm probably going to scrap it anyway."

"What? Why would you do that? It's brilliant."

"I wouldn't say that... It's a mess... as is its source of inspiration, but that's a story for another day," he said, avoiding talking about it any further. It was clear that this was a sensitive subject, so I let it go.

"Thanks for the tea. And for asking me to stay. I'll admit, I've had a lot of fun with you today." I said, hoping to change the subject.

I could see the relief wash over Yoongi's face as he sighed and flashed me his adorable gummy smile. He carried his mug and took a seat on the leather couch, slouching back and resting his head. He let out a long breath, patting the cushion next to him and smiling up at me. My thoughts were racing, but I moved towards him anyway.

What is he thinking about right now?

I kicked off my heels and slid my legs up onto the couch, getting comfortable beside him. I was starting to feel butterflies creeping up on me again, feeling his eyes on me as I looked down at the mug of tea clutched in my hands.

"I had a great time today, too. I didn't want the day to end, if I'm being honest," he said, laughing a little at the absurdity of all of this. We hardly knew each other and yet there we were, feeling... things.

"It doesn't have to..." I said, suddenly feeling a bit bold. I don't know what it was about him, but I felt like I knew him already.

He shifted his weight on the couch, turning to face me, and reached over to gently trace his finger down my cheek.

"It is getting increasingly difficult to stop myself from touching you..." he said, as his finger moved from my cheek to my jawline. He turned his palm over and ran his open hand up under my hair and to the nape of my neck, leaning in closer to my face.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, anticipation bubbling up inside me.

"Why are you stopping yourself?" I whispered, gently tickling his lower lip with mine, making him let out a tiny sip of air.

And that was all it took before he pressed his lips into mine, snaking his fingers into my hair and pulling me over to straddle his lap with his other arm.

"Well, hello..." I giggled, pulling away for a breath, but before I could make another move, he had me laying on my back and he was on top of me, trailing kisses down my jawline and neck.

"We're... moving... so fast..." I said breathlessly, in between kisses.

He stopped kissing me to look down into my eyes, combing back the hair around my forehead with his fingers.

"I can stop..." he started to say, but I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him into my lips again, our kisses becoming feverish and needy.

I was completely lost in him. I felt his fingers slide around my hips and behind my back, pulling my pelvis into his. My legs opened around him and I felt his kisses turn to little nips of his teeth down my neck. His fingers slipped up under the hem of my shirt and I felt his fingers gently sliding up my stomach and to the sides of my ribcage, just below my bra.

I slid my hands away from his shoulders and looked up at him as I started slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

He looked down at me with heavy eyes, biting his lower lip and watching my fingers release the final buttons of my shirt. The black silk slid down my ribs and pooled at my sides, leaving my black lace bra exposed.

"Mm-mm-mmm," he grumbled as he buried his face in my neck and started kissing down my chest. I arched my back and his fingers firmly gripped my hips. I could feel him getting aroused and used my legs to pull him down against me, making him let out a deep sigh of primal desire.

"You're something else..." he said, almost warning me.

His lips trailed down my stomach, nibbling on my skin as he reached the waist of my pants. He looked up at me with his hands on the button of my pants, pausing.

I nodded down at him, and with that, his fingers flicked open the button to my pants and he was sliding them off my legs. His palms slid back up the length of my legs and he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties before deeply kissing me again.

"Can I taste you?" he asked.

"Please do..." I whispered, smirking. And I felt him slink down in between my legs, his hot breath against the outside of my black lace panties. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused.

His hand slid down over the outside of my panties, tickling my clit and gently tracing the outside of my pussy. He hooked his finger into my panties, pulling them to the side. He slid his finger up and down my soft folds, and I felt myself opening around his fingers before he slid two of them into me. I felt him expertly curl his fingers inside me as he wrapped his lips around my clit. The way he swirled his tongue and suckled on me was already amazing, but his fingers inside me intensified my pleasure to the point where I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Responding to my accelerating breathing, he increased the speed and intensity of his tongue. He started thrusting his fingers into me rapidly, and I arched myself off the couch, losing myself in my nearing orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, he slid a third finger inside me. I let out a whiny moan, my orgasm crashing around his fingers still inside me.

And just like that, he was back on top of me, kissing me deeply. He let my panties slide back over to their proper place and then sat up next to me.

"It's getting late. I'll give you a ride home," he said, catching his breath and wiping his lips with his fingers as I buttoned up my shirt.

"This was nice..." I said as he threw me a playful grin in response, "Let's do it again sometime."

And we did the next night. And the next.

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NOTES:

Thank you for joining me for the newest chapter. I hope you're enjoying the journey so far.

That was my first ever smut writing, so I'm curious to hear your thoughts. I'm going to up the intensity soon, so please stay tuned!

This chapter is dedicated to Bee Finch, who has been a huge inspiration for me. Her smut is... *chef's kiss* and I can only hope to deliver something even half as enticing as what she writes.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi smut #jhope smut #bangtan

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chefrat · 4 years ago

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it’ll get better

pairings: reader X whoever you want it to be

type: angst

word-count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, angst, bad marriage

A/N: wrote this after seeing my mom go through her third divorce in under a decade, also I’m kind of new to this whole writing thing but I found it relaxing so why not

Marriage is not always easy, you could ask anyone who had been married and they would most likely agree. Of course, the both of you knew it wasn’t going to be easy at all. If your relationship was already rocky from the beginning then it obviously wouldn’t be smooth during marriage. You kept telling yourself, ‘it'll get better.’. Repeating it non-stop even when you would go to bed. The nights he would come home after work without even saying a word, you felt like a wall to him. Just invisible but you thought to yourself, ‘it’ll get better.’. And some days, it felt like it would. Some days he was that loving man you met that day in your local library. It started with stolen glances, you were way too shy to say anything to him. He was delightful to look at, a handsome man with a sweet look in his eyes whenever he smiled. It took weeks for either one of you to say anything, of course the first move was done by him after days of reading near each other, he couldn’t ignore the energy that radiated off you. Maybe that energy he saw in you once had run out, it made you sad thinking that the love he probably had for you was no longer there. That was the thing about him, when you shared your worries with him he was convincing, letting you know that it would be okay, that it would get better.

When he first started working extra hours of course it made you sad, thoughts gnawing you, thinking to yourself that he was probably trying to get away from you. ‘For our future, babe. What if one day we have kids and need the extra money?’ In a way he was right, but kids? Oh, of course you wanted children! He was actually the only one who felt awkward about the subject, talking about having kids always made him nervous or as he would put it ‘We’re still young, I doubt we’ll have any soon’, it made you question his true intentions. But you tried your best to make him comfortable, dropping the subject and never bringing it up unless he would which was never. Some mornings he would wake you up with a hand around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest feeling his breath tickle the nape of your neck making you sigh in content. ‘Maybe he still loved me.’ And some mornings, you awoke to an empty bed, it seemed like he didn’t have time to say a goodbye. Confused by the mixed signals he would send, you continued to tell yourself, ‘it'll get better.’.

The day he left for work without his wedding ring you brushed it off, thinking he probably was in a rush. It happened again a few times until he had given up on picking up the silver ring that weighed him down. You were quick to notice and it absolutely pained you. There were days he would hug you from the back while you stood in front of the bookshelf you guys had in the hallway, trying to read the spines of the many books you had collected throughout your relationship together but the tears in your eyes blurred you vision. The burning in your eyes and the aching in the pit of your stomach, you felt horrible all-over. He would ask you why you were upset, it hurt him hearing your small cries and it hurt him even more knowing that he was the cause of your pain. Maybe it was selfish of him, only showing he cared when he knew he was responsible. Maybe if he played his role as the husband better then it would make him less of the bad guy. “Please, don’t cry. It’ll get better.”

It was December, Christmas Eve to be exact and his mother expected the both of you to make it for dinner. The drive was only three hours, nothing huge but the thought of being with him in the same car for three hours made you nervous. It’s probably been weeks that you haven’t been in the same room as him for more than three hours other than sleeping. You brought a book and earphones to distract you, not ready for confrontation. Before you could even get in the car he already had music playing, not too low nor too high but enough to block out any form of conversation from happening. This time you weren’t sad but angered but again, always the pacifist in the relationship you decided to ignore it. Glad to have the earphones in hand to block out the music he chose. It was pathetic, like two kids arguing and giving each other the silent treatment. You couldn’t help but notice that he decided to wear his wedding ring that day. Biting your tongue, you tried your best from asking him, why, trying not to sour the mood that was already so depressing.

The mood shifted once he parked in front of his moms house, with a sigh he lowered the music. He starred at the stirring wheel for what felt like hours but was only minutes. Sighing again, he planted a smile on his face and turned to look at you. “Ready?” You felt your eyebrow tick, the nerves getting to you and his coldness just making it worse. With a nod, you continued on not meeting his eye but instead desperate to reach for fresh air. The wave of fresh air after opening the car door calmed you. You’ve met his family before, this wouldn’t be any different so why were you feeling like this. Well, it would be different to spend this dinner while the both of you failed to communicate with each other. You both walked toward the front door, his hand grazed yours as you walked making you cough out and cross you arms.

Dinner wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, he tried his best to talk to you and to make you comfortable which you appreciated but it reminded you again on how selfish he was. He didn’t want to be seen as the bad guy, not in front of his family so he played his role well. His older sister sat next to you, whispering to you gossip from her work place. Thankful that she was there to distract you from her horrible brother. “So, how’s it been at home? I hope he’s treating you well.” You didn’t need to look over to him to know he was side eyeing you guys, as if to keep you on track on the show you guys were putting on. “It’s been great actually! He’s been nothing but a gentlemen. Sure, some things have gotten rough but that’s marriage, right? It’ll get better.” The smile on your face hurting the corners of your lips, it’s been so long since you’ve smiled like this, even if it was false. It was a clear sign for help, a sign that your relationship has been nothing these past seven months. But she wasn’t able to catch on, she only smiled in approval.

January rolled by and nothing has changed much except that you had started a new job only without letting him know. He wasn’t at home that much so he wouldn’t notice your absence. And, starting a job isn’t a horrible thing but you still didn’t know how to feel about the tingling feeling in your chest, scared of being yelled at. The new job was simple, nothing too hard or too basic either. You’d be starting as a part time librarian at a local university. Why not surround yourself with the things that relax you, right? You dressed for the job and made your way to start a new chapter in your life. Sure, you’ve had others job before but when you married, he had wanted to take care of you and keep you at home. He ignored your pleas to let you find a job, soon you stopped asking and instead embraced being kept away from the world. Maybe it was the wrong move to get a job behind his back but with how your relationship has gone there’s really nothing to share between the both of you.

The job was simple, you were quite knowledgeable in the area and able to find your way through the library quickly. Students poured in and out, some in groups and some by themselves. You couldn’t help but feel content with the new job, something that kept your mind off from what awaited you at home. A strained and sad relationship, feelings that were once so well recognized but now so foreign to you. The thought of it made your smile falter but you quickly pushed it to the back of your mind. For your first day of training you did pretty good, satisfied with how your work had ended you headed off to the nearest coffee shop to reward yourself with a cup of warm coffee. You glanced at the clock, 5:19 PM. Still enough time to make it home before he would, he usually would make it around seven-ish or so, so you weren’t worrying.

It continued like that for a few months, him never suspecting a thing and still not finding the energy to wear his wedding ring. You didn’t expect it from him anymore until he noticed you weren’t wearing yours either. “Hey, and your ring?” He asked during dinner while you gripped the fork with a bare hand. “Oh, must of forgot to put it on while washing my hands.” His teeth bit down on his bottom lip but hummed in response. Dinner continued with tension in the air, it made you nervous how quiet it was after a while. Minutes passed until he stood up with a plate barely touched. He threw the food into the garbage and gently put the plate into the sink. “I’m sorry, I lost my appetite.” You turned you attention back to your plate, gripping the fork until your knuckles turned white, holding in tears. Biting your tongue until a sharp pain went through you and a metallic taste teased your tastebuds, mixing with the current dish you were dining. The dining room was empty other than yourself and your aching heart, you allowed a fear tears to slip through. A rough sob prepping itself in your throat but you muffled it by bringing the back of your hand against your lips. “It’ll get better.” You whispered, rubbing your tears away.

Things started to make you feel more anxious when he suggested couples therapy through dinner that you prepared and had begged him to come home early from work so you wouldn’t be sat alone at the dining room table again that week. He looked you in the eye, after months of rarely any contact at all. Hearing him suggest couples therapy gave you hope, maybe he did want to work it out with you. Or maybe, divorce was too much paper work for him. Maybe he rather learn to live with you than having to go through the whole process of falling in love again. “I honestly think it could work, I miss seeing you happy.” You bit your tongue at his words, tears forming in your eyes. This time you allowed yourself to break down in front of him, he sat in his seat surprised. He wasn’t sure on what to do so he only watched, watched how you unraveled in front of him. Missed seeing you happy? As if your depression wasn’t caused by his neglect, by facing his cold-shoulder every other day. Of course you weren’t putting the whole blame on him, you were to blame as well for your poor communication skills and never speaking up. “I am, so so so sorry for everything. Please don’t cry anymore. It’ll get better, I swear.”

And so couples therapy started, some times he would show and sometimes he wouldn’t. The therapist was kind enough to continue sessions with you even when your husband never showed, and you grew to appreciate his kindness. But that’s what therapists do, you told yourself, they get to know their patients even if the other half was missing. Other half, partner in crime, lover, husband, whatever he was had been missing for quite some time now. Moments like this made you think about leaving, you had the money to be able to live by yourself for a while and you could always go full time. But thinking about how much it would affect him saddened you. It seemed like you still cared for the man that rarely showed you any emotion. Out of frustration, you cleaned the house. The distraction was well needed especially after he never showed for your session, not even sending a message to excuse himself. You couldn’t be angry though, he was a hard-working man and you knew he worked hard to get this far in his career. As you cleaned the house, you found photo albums. The pictures of your wedding, when did it all go wrong? It almost felt unreal going through the pictures, the pictures of the both of you smiling and holding hands, kissing and dancing.

The first time he ever had a full conversation with you was when he had found a scribbled piece of paper on your side of the bedroom. It was crumbled up, aimed to be thrown away but he had gotten his hands on it thinking it was paperwork. Well, it wasn’t exactly a civil conversation but more like yelling. “What is this?” He asked, holding the yellow paper up. You closed the book and placed it on your lap. Your breath hitched at the sight of it, feeling your blood run cold. It was a letter you had written after too many wine glasses of sweet red. A letter were you expressed your anger and your hurt, were you yearned to feel his love again but also desperate to never come back. A letter that explained to him that he could shove his empty promises up his ass and about how much you hoped to find the courage to just pack up your things and just leave. “I asked you a fucking question, what is this?” His voice was loud, booming even and it scared you. You felt the tears start to form but you bit your tongue, trying your best not to let them out. “Don’t cry, all you do is fucking cry!” Maybe this argument is what you needed, something that got both of you heated enough to confess your true feelings. “And what if all I do is cry? Can you blame me? All I do is live in your shadow and throw on a fake smile for this shit-show we call a marriage!” The tears came in running, blurring your vision like it had many times before. You weren’t able to see his expression but it was obvious he was still fuming.

“How is this ‘shit-show’ ever going to get better if you don't ever try? All you do is sit on your ass and mope and cry and just fucking exist for no reason. God, sometimes I wish you had a little bit more personality!” His words were strong, his voice was as well. It was clear that he had wanted to say that for a while after it so naturally rolled off his tongue. You winced at his words but he still didn’t back off, seeing you hurt did not matter to him anymore. Rubbing your tears away, you stood up, letting the hardcover book fall to ground making it thud. “Fuck you, I don’t need this.” The ring pulled from your finger with so much ease, it felt like a breath of fresh air and you sobbed at the feeling of letting go. You threw the ring at his feet which he stared at in disbelief. Were you seriously ready to throw this marriage away? He clenched his jaw looking up to face you. You were quick on your feet, leaving the house barefoot and only with your wallet and car keys. ‘Please chase me.’ But he didn’t, and just like that, you were gone. And for the last time you thought to yourself, ‘No, it would not get better.’

Marriage is not always easy, and letting go isn’t easy as well but sometimes it needs to be done before it completely ruins you and your spirit.

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#angst #fic #marriage is scary #angst fic #idk #idk what to call this #random #sad #mom needs to stop ruining things for me

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adrenaline-roulette · 5 years ago

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Hallow-Queen (Gwil)

I wrote three Hallow themed one shots back in October for the Boh Rhap cast (There was supposed to be a fourth, but unfortunately some things came up, and I was unable to write it. Maybe this Halloween I’ll finally get it done!?)

Anyways, there is a fic for Joe, Ben and Gwil

Our third instalment, it goes out to my absolute favourite Welshman, time travelling Brian May Gwilym Lee!

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Warning: Little bit of blood, and a minor injury, nothing graphic, and it’s at the very end of the story.

You crank the wrench one final time, before pulling yourself up into a standing position, your hands firmly planted on your hips as you gloat over the newly assembled bedframe. It had taken you the better part of the afternoon to put the frame together, but it was now complete, and that knowledge filled you with a sense of pride. As you had assembled the bed, Gwilym had spent that time bringing in boxes from the truck you had hired for the weekend. After winning two out of three thumb wars, you had decided, as the victor, to stay put and do the manual labour of bed making, as Gwil was stuck with walking up and down four flights of stairs, carrying more and more boxes with each trip. You hear his grumbling from the living room, and turn away from the bed, there’s nothing more you can do with it now anyways, you’ll need help shifting the mattress on top of the frame. You follow the sound of your boyfriend’s grumbles, and find him squatting beside one of the sofa’s you had recently purchased, his hands buried behind the coffee table sat to the right of the sofa.

“Is everything alright babe?”

Gwil looks up and over his shoulder at you, the crease between his eyebrows softening somewhat once he see’s you. “Sorry Y/N, just trying to get this damned lamp to work.” He sighs, before falling backwards to sit cross legged. “I think the power outlet doesn’t work.”

You walk up behind him, leaning down and looking behind the table at the offending power outlet. “There’s one in the laundry that doesn’t work either. We’ll have to get an electrician in to check them out.” You sigh, pulling away to you no longer crowd Gwil’s space. He grins up at you, though shows no signs of standing upright, likely too tired from the long day you had both just endured. “Can you give me a hand in the bedroom?”

Gwil wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, a coy smirk gracing his lips. You can’t help but roll your eyes, reaching your hand down to offer him some help up. “I need help getting the mattress on the bed you idiot.” You chuckle, as his hand clasps around yours, and you brace yourself to pull him upright.

“You always ruin my fun.” Gwilym sighs dramatically, as he begrudgingly follows you into the bedroom.

“There will be no funny business in the bedroom until we have a fully functioning bed.” You deadpan, looking him directly in the eye, daring him to challenge you with a quirk of your eyebrow.

With a shrug, he follows you over to the mattress that had been propped up against the far wall, positioning himself at one end, as you do the same at the opposite. “All I’m saying, is that a mattress on the ground seemed to suit you just fine in college..” He trails off, not daring to finish his sentence when he spots the glare in your eyes.

“Gwilym Lee, either you help me set this bed up, or you will be sleeping on the couch for the unforeseeable future.” You don’t need to threaten him twice, and you grin triumphantly as he lifts his end of the mattress, just as you do the same, both doing a slow crab like shuffle towards the bedframe, before depositing the worn mattress onto it. “See, doesn’t that look so much better already!”

Gwilym simply shrugs, before flopping over backwards, collapsing against the comfortable bed. You had both agreed upon moving in together, that there were certain items of furniture you would need to buy new, the sofas for example. As the one you had in your old flat was so horrendously stained, you could scarcely recall the colour it had started as. Whereas the one in Gwil’s flat had belonged to his flatmate, and Gwil was hardly going to ask for it, especially with it being as old as he was at least. The bed on the other hand, you had both agreed yours was the most comfortable, and the mattress had the perfect indents for both of you now. Naturally, it had to come with you. Gwil fell into his indent, just as you did the same, grinning at the familiar comfort. You roll onto your side, peering over at the tired Welshman. “What do you think, is this good luck, or bad luck?”

Gwil turns his head to the side, smiling at you tiredly. “Come again love?”

“Moving in together on Halloween, do you think it’s good or bad luck? I’m thinking good.”

He pauses to ponder your question for a moment, then rolls to his side, coming face to face with you. “Well, I get to live with you, so I’d say good too.” He grins, stretching his arm out to reach for you, encircling it around your waist and pulling you closer. You happily oblige, and curl up under his chin, breathing in deeply, and find yourself being lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Do you know what time it is?” He whispers softly, his breath tickling against the shell of your ear.

The alarm clock you normally kept on your bedside table hadn’t been set up yet, as it likely sat in one of the moving boxes still. “No clue, my phone ran out of charge hours ago.” You hum quietly.

Gwilym nods softly, wrapping his arms closer around you, before the loud buzz of your intercom echoes from the kitchen. “Must be five…”

You pull away slightly to look up at him, his stubbled chin brushing against your forehead as you move. “How do you figure that?”

The intercom buzzes again, then a third time, whoever was on the other end was becoming more and more impatient. “We told the guys to get here at five, so unless we have some other unexpected visitor, then it’s five, and we now have company.”

You struggle to keep your eyes open, the exhaustion of your busy day hitting you now that you had finally stopped. “The guys?” You mumble, rubbing your palm against your eyes, and smearing your mascara.

Gwil rolls off the bed, smiling down at you softly. “Ill give you a few minutes to get moving, I’ll go let them in, before I’m assuming Joe, breaks the intercom.” He chuckles, the incessant buzzing having become a rather obnoxious background noise at this point. He makes his way through the apartment rather groggily, pressing the button on the intercom on the kitchen wall. “May I help you?”

There’s a few seconds of bickering, before the ever reasonable voice of Rami speaks up. “Hey mate, it’s just us. Sorry for the buzzing, you can thank Joe for that.”

“Ben was the one who was holding my hand on the buzzer!” Joe protests loudly, causing Gwilym to flinch away.

“No idea what you’re talking about buddy.” Ben replies, an audible smirk coming through.

Gwilym shakes his head, before pushing the other button, granting the group access to the apartment. “Come on up.” He turns away from the intercom, moving too quickly for his tired brain to keep up. He stumbles, and grabs onto the kitchen counter, knocking a glass of water onto the floor in the process. “Fuck. Y/N, can you get the door please!” He calls out, tiptoeing around the shattered glass, trying to recall where you had both agreed to keep the dustpan and broom.

You shuffle out of the room, the sweaty oversized shirt you had been wearing all day now replaced with a knitted sweater you had made. It had taken you nearly a year to complete, and had somehow ended up three sizes too big, despite you following the pattern precisely, though you were so proud of completing it, you insisted on wearing it as often as possible. The door swings open, and you’re greeted by Rami, Ben and Joe, all holding bags stuffed to the brim with goodness knows what. “Hello boys.” You grin, the sleepy feeling that had overtaken you moments before, vanishing at the sight of your friends.

Joe pushes in through the door, barrelling Rami out of the way to wrap you up in a tight hug, peppering your cheeks with kisses. “I must say Y/N, that is a fabulous sweater!”

You laugh in his harms, squeezing him back just as tightly. “Gwil hates it.” You had missed spending time with Joe, he always knew how to make you smile, and could lighten the mood no matter what.

“That darling, is because Gwilym has absolutely no fashion sense.”

“I heard that! And I don’t hate it, I just don’t much like the colour.” Gwilym calls from the kitchen, as he deposits the smashed glass into the garbage. Making his way out to the door to greet his friends.

“Now would likely be a bad time to tell you I’m making a matching one just for you.” You smirk, watching Gwil sigh deeply.

Joe moves over to Gwil, as Rami steps in, also wrapping you up in a hug as greeting, a broad grin showing off his pearly whites. Finally, Ben follows, slinging one arm across your shoulders, as he leads you both into the apartment, swinging the door behind the both of you. “Long time no see love.” Ben grins at you.

Out of all the BohRhap cast, you and Ben had become the closest, and you would often be found sharing inside jokes with each other at cast gatherings. As the others had ‘Adult’ conversations, you and Ben would be playing I-spy, trying to make the other guess something embarrassing. “Well that’s hardly my fault, you’ve been gone playing a big action star, Mr Michael Bay.”

Ben feigns hurt, as he releases his arm from around you. “Hey now, one of us has to bring home the bacon in this relationship.”

You tilt your head to the side, regarding Ben with a look of curiosity. “Ben mate, you’re in a very one-sided relationship with me, you know that right?”

Gwilym steps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and grinning at the blonde across from him. “Is Ben trying to cut in on us again?” He chuckles.

You can’t quite recall when this had all started, but at some point after Gwil started work on Bohemian Rhapsody, Ben had taken it upon himself to act as a better boyfriend for you, all in jest of course. The tabloids had gone wild when it had first started, the magazines all reporting that your relationship with Gwil was over, and you had chosen the much young Blond Brit to be your new Beau. Of course the paparazzi only saw what they wanted to see. They took photo’s of Ben picking up takeout for two from your favourite restaurant, then entering your apartment. What they never saw, was Ben exiting through the back, leaving you and Gwil to have a romantic dinner together, away from the prying eye of outsiders. You all played along with it, if Gwil way spending a day shooting, and Ben wasn’t needed on set, Ben would take you out to grab coffee, of course always grabbing a muffin to take back for Gwil. Though it was always Gwilym you went home to, and Ben would never try to change that. He had already self-appointed himself as wedding planner for the two of you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it mate.” Ben grins, as he follows the others further into the apartment, looking around the half-furnished home.

“Oh yeah, public service announcement! I just broke a glass in the kitchen, please everyone wear shoes if you go in there.” Gwil declares, everyone nodding their understanding.

Joe and Rami had set about placing all the bags the three men had brought on the kitchen counter, taking out their offerings of house warming gifts. “We figured you wouldn’t have had a chance to go grocery shopping yet, so we got you a few essentials to get you through for a few days. Plus things for tonight of course.” Rami grins, as he places a bottle of milk in the fridge, along with eggs, and places a loaf of bread in the pantry. Whereas Joe goes straight for the fun items. He retrieves two bottles of champagne, multiple packets of crisps, and Halloween candy.

“How much of this was Lucy’s idea?” You grin, taking Gwil’s hand in yours as you squeeze tightly, both of you thankful to have such caring friends.

Rami looks sheepish, before coming clean. “It was all her idea, except the champagne, that was all me!”

There was only one bag that had been left unopened, and Gwil raises and eyebrow at it. “What’s in that one?” He asks, causing Ben to sigh, and Rami to groan, before turning their attention to a grinning Joe.

“That right there, is the bag of shame.” Rami grumbles, as Joe reaches into it, wrapping his hands around a large object.

“We asked Joe to make a pumpkin pie, because pumpkins are all on sale at the moment, and he was boasting about having the best recipe for one.” Ben mutters, as he searches your cupboards for glasses of some kind. Ideally champagne flutes, but he would settle for red solo cups at this point.

With a triumphant grin, Joe pulls out an enormous pumpkin, cradling it happily. “I ran out of time to make a pie.” He simply shrugs.

“So, you decided to just bring an entire pumpkin instead?” You ask, clearly confused by Joe’s actions.

“I did, but I made it spooky at least!” Sure enough, Joe turns the pumpkin in his hands, facing it towards you and Gwil. And there on the front, in black marker, was a crudely drawn Jack o’lantern face.

“Joe, what the fuck are we supposed to do with the pumpkin?” You groan, pressing your forehead against Gwil’s shoulder, as he simply chuckles.

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The five of you sat around the living room, all sharing out the greasiest Chinese food you had ever eaten. There were eight containers all precariously balanced around the small, glass coffee table, all slowly spilling sauce onto the old piece of furniture. Though you couldn’t bring yourself to care, the wine had been flowing freely, everyone saying cheers to your and Gwil’s new home, and at some point, Ben had started mixing the beer Gwil had in the fridge, with a bottle of vodka he had found in one of your packing boxes. Needless to say, none of you were in the right sober state of mind to chastise the others for being messy in your new home. You slowly pull yourself up off the floor, swaying on the spot for a few moments as your brain catches up with the rest of you. Gwilym looks up at you, a look of concern crossing his features, before you smile down at him, a silent reassurance that you’re okay. “Does anyone want another beer?” You offer, looking around at your bordering on drunk friends. Eagerly they all nod, and you smile at them all, stepping over Joe who was sprawled out on the floor, playing with the loose threads of the rug.

Making your way into the kitchen, you feel almost as if you were floating, the buzz the alcohol had provided you, enveloping you in a warm, almost fuzzy like feeling. As you dance over to the fridge, the music playing through Rami’s phone making you groove, you lift your foot as a sharp pain shoots through your heel. “Fucking hell.” You mutter, before carefully placing your foot back on the ground. You brush the pain off as an intense case of pins and needles, from having sat in one position for too long. Thinking no more on it as you retrieve five beers from the fridge, returning to your group, albeit a bit slower than before, and you avoid putting any pressure on your heel.

You settle down on the couch beside Ben, dangling your legs over Gwil’s shoulders after you distribute the cold bottles, passing around the bottle opener so everyone could access the amber liquid. Conversation flows freely between you all, everyone raising their voices so they could be the loudest person in the room, the assumption being, if you spoke the loudest then everyone would listen to what you had to say. This of course, had resulted in a screaming match between Ben and Joe. “Guys! Shut up! We want our neighbours to actually like us!” Gwilym yells, his voice booming over everyone else’s. Ben and Joe look across at him sheepishly, their faces bright red.

You lean forwards, pressing your chin against the top of Gwil’s head, occasionally dipping down to press a kiss against his dark locks. Each time you do, he grins softly, losing his train of thought mid-sentence. He often found you to be rather distracting, but always in a good way.

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Gwilym was talking with Joe about a match between the Yankees and Red Sox they had gone to see a few months back, when a cold drop of something liquid hit his bare knee. Perhaps it was your beer, you had been holding it just above him a little while ago, maybe you still were? He returned to his conversation, stilling as the same thing happened again, and then again. With a small frown, he looked down at his knee, his khaki shorts having ridden up slightly to expose the better part of his leg now. And there, right on his kneecap was a small pool of crimson. It took him far longer than he would care to admit to realise what he was staring at, blood, but not his blood? His gaze turned to your leg, your foot resting above his knee, your bare foot at that, and he put two and two together. Taking your foot carefully between his hands, he gently moved your ankle just enough to see the sole of your foot. Sure enough, there was a gash on your heel, where the blood had come from. “Y/N, you’re bleeding.”

The words Gwilym spoke were said so matter of factly, you didn’t bother to question them, instead you just agreed, because if Gwil said you were bleeding, then you supposed you must be. You turn your gaze down to your foot, which still sat cradled between Gwil’s large hands, calloused from the moving you had just completed. You could just see a small amount of blood that had collected on Gwil’s fingers, and all you could think about, was ruining the cream rug bellow you. “Don’t let that get on the rug.” You sigh, and Gwil just laughs, shaking his head softly.

Carefully he stands up, after untangling your legs from around him, much to your disappointment. “Stop pouting, we need to try and get you fixed up.”

The others seemed to register what was going on relatively quickly, and sprung to action as Gwilym made his way to the one of the boxes labelled ‘Bathroom’, he hoped there were tweezers somewhere in there.

Ben went about getting Ice out of the freezer, and placing it in a zip lock bag, wrapping it in a tea towel so it wouldn’t hurt your skin. Rami moved the food boxes off the coffee table, so Gwil would have somewhere to place everything once he returned, and Joe instructed you to lay down on the sofa, resting a pillow beneath your injured foot to keep it elevated. “I forgot to wear shoes I’m sorry.” You sigh, keeping your eyes on Gwilym as he makes his way back over to you.

Gwil chuckles as he lifts your leg, and rests it in his lap, sitting beside you on the sofa now. “It’s fine Y/N, I’ll punish you later.” He smirks, as he cleans the wound with cotton balls, dipped in saline solution, clearing the blood away from the cut.

“Oooh, that sounds kinky.” You grin, sucking in a sharp breath as Gwilym prods around the wound with the tweezers.

“Is now really the time to be flirting guys?” Ben asks in exasperation, he was used to the two of by now, and he knew you both liked to flirt as often as possible, but he hardly felt like now was the right time!

You shoot Ben a side glare, just as the tweezers make contact with a shard of glass wedged in your foot. “Ho fucking hell!” You cry out, gripping the back of the sofa until your knuckles turn white. Gwilym pulls away, a worried look crossing his features.

“Right then, I guess that answers that question then.” He musses aloud, as you all turn your attention to him. “Sorry love, we need to get you to a hospital.”

You nod your head in understanding, despite not actually wanting to go. You had to agree with him though, if there was glass in your foot, then the hospital was the best place for you. “I’ll call us an Uber.” Rami offers, before Joe jumps in.

“No, I will. Seeing as all I brought tonight was a bloody pumpkin, it’s the least I can do.”

“Yeah you lazy ass, you can get the ride.” You hear Ben tease, followed by the distinct noise of someone’s arm being slapped. You could only assume it was Joe who hit Ben, though you couldn’t be positive.

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The emergency department was packed with people in various stages of drunkenness, wearing all sorts of costumes. You felt sorry for the staff working tonight, you could only imagine how horrible working Halloween must been, you would surely see all matter of aliment. Gwil checked you in with the receptionist, who told him there would be a wait of at least an hour, as you sat with Ben, Joe and Rami waiting for Gwil to return. People had been giving you surprised looks, ever since you hobbled in through the double glass doors, Gwil supporting you as you made your slow way to take a seat. “What are they looking at? Never seen someone with glass in their foot?” You grumbled under you breath, earning a laugh from Ben, who was sat to your left.

“Love, I think it has something more to do with the fact that you just walked in with us…” Ben grins, as he takes his phone out from his pocket, as it buzzed with a new notification.

“Oh, of course.” You mumble, feeling oddly embarrassed. You often forgot just how famous these idiots you called friends, and your boyfriend actually were. To you, they were just regular people, but to everyone else here, they must look like deities! Gwil makes his way back over to you, and takes the seat beside you which had been left vacant just for him.

“They said there’s a bit of a wait, but they’ll get to you soon.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, as you looked down at your bandaged foot. The bag of ice Ben had prepared for you slowly melting under the bright lights of the emergency room.

All around you were people dressed up for their spooky evenings, and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you saw some of the people. There was a small child, who sat with his mother, dressed as the green power ranger who had someone gotten a plastic Jack O’lantern candy bucket stuck over his head. Carefully nudging Joe’s side, you discreetly pointed to the child. “Is that you Joe?”

“Fuck you Y/N.” Joe laughs, swatting your side playfully, his smile remaining plastered on his lips. As the night wore on, and more and more people checked in through the Emergency receptionist, you leant your head against Gwil’s shoulder, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep, though you knew you couldn’t, surely you would be called through soon?

You blinked your eyes open as a Nurse called out. “Y/L/N.” She requested, just as the phone’s around you buzzed, Ben, Rami and Gwil all taking them out to check for their latest notification. You felt somewhat left out, but seeing as your phone had been left at home charging, you could hardly check your own notifications. You followed the nurse into the treatment area, Gwilym staying by your side to help support you.

As you sat on the treatment bed, a Doctor came around to inspect your foot. Just like Gwil had done, he pressed around the wound, taking note of your reactions. “We’ll have to make a deeper excision to remove the shard of glass. Then have you stitched back up. Do you have any known allergies or reactions to anaesthetic?”

You answered the Doctor’s questions, before he moved away from your bed, to collect the necessary equipment to perform your minor surgery. “Hey, look at this.” Gwilym grinned, as he handed you his phone.

Gwilym had his Instagram open, and it took you a moment to fathom what you were looking at. “I’m going to kill him.” You sigh.

Joe had posted a photo of you and Gwil cuddled together in the waiting room, with the caption, @Y/N decided the best way to celebrate Halloween and her new apartment, was by buggering up her foot. Good one -_-‘

Gwilym wraps his hand around yours, grinning at you. “Hey, you should feel honoured. Rami thought it was important enough to log in and like his post!”

You roll your eyes, just as the Doctor returns, putting hand sanitizer on before slapping on a pair of gloves. “I change my mind about what I said earlier.”

Gwil looks at you curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Moving in on Halloween, I think it was very bad luck.”

“Maybe you’re just accident prone, and looking for something to blame that on?” You scowl at Gwilym sternly, earning you a hearty laugh from you boyfriend. “Alright fine, you’re right! It’s bad luck. We never should’ve moved in today!”

“That’s what I thought. Next year, lets go out for Halloween, that way there’s less of a risk of me hurting myself, yeah?”

“Either that, or you’ll hurt yourself worse.”

You pause and think over his words for a moment, nodding in agreement. “You’re right. Maybe we should just skip the entire day next year? Better to be safe than sorry.”

Gwilym leans against your ear, grinning coyly. “I can think of a few ways we can spend the day without really doing anything…. Or at least nothing to involves leaving the bed.”

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earthlostgirl · 6 years ago

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Hange has a date and Levi doesn't care at all, or so he thinks.

Things that don't bother

He was sitting in the dining room alongside Mike and Erwin, chatting about the new recruits when he saw her appear by the door with Nanaba. She was wearing a simple black dress, sleeves to the elbow and a closed neckline. It was short, very short, the skirt was more than a span above her knees.

" Hans, how beautiful," Erwin said with kindness.

"Thank you, I feel strange, I didn't wear a dress before joining the corps of scouting," she replied smiling, turning around on herself. "Don't you think it's too short? It's Nanaba's, but it's longer on her..."

She wore very high heels that made her long legs stand out.

" You look good, Hans, " said Mike raising his glass. " Perfect."

She smiled again, shaking her head, her hair was loose and a little messy. Under the lights of the dining room, it shone.

The dress was really short.

"With those shoes you look like a titan," he grumbled, looking at her through his beer jug.

" Thank you Levi," she replied, frowning and sticking out his tongue. - Try not to confuse me with one and murder me when I get back.

He snarled something between his teeth and kept looking at her, and heard Erwin try to hide a laugh.

" I'm going, I'm late," she said, saying goodbye to them as she walked away from the door and disappeared from his sight.

" Where is she going?” asked Mike curious as Nanaba sat with them at the table.

" On a date," she exclaimed, clapping her hands in illusion. "With a man she met at the last dance of the military.”

He remembered that guy. An asshole, like most of the people who strutted around at that stupid annual meeting they had been forced to attend.

Hange had to explain the progress she had made in her research so they would continue funding them.

And to him, they used him as a performing monkey so, those that didn't move the ass of their comfortable seats could see the strongest soldier of the humanity. He disliked it utterly, but now Erwin owed him a favor.

The moron had been hovering all night around Hange, and even dared to ask her for a dance. An arrogant and pretentious prick.

" I'm glad for her, she spends hours locked up in her study, it's good for all of us to get out of this routine, forget about the titans and the war for a while," he heard Mike say.

He turned to look at him and snapped his tongue annoyed. Hange didn't need to go out to dinner with any idiot, what she needed was an end to all of this. So she could do what she loved most. She could go outside the walls without fear of being devoured. She could sit on the grass and draw plants. She could be free.

" Does it bother you that anyone is interested in Hange?” Erwin asked, smiling wickedly as he rested his hand on his chin.

" Why would it bother me? Hange is an intelligent, funny and pretty woman, any man would be interested in her. " replied as if he didn't care about it, drinking his beer.

Erwin burst out a long laugh and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Levi...," he filled his lungs with air to recover his composure and without being able to hide an enormous smile he added. "If you told that instead of grunting nonsense in her presence, you wouldn't have to worry about her dates.”

He wasn't worried, Hange was free to do what she wanted, to spend time with whoever she wanted. It didn't bother him, but he had a knot in his stomach. And he was in a bad mood.

Later, when they got tired of drinking, he went back to his room. Insomnia threatened to drive him crazy. Even if he didn't care what she was doing, he couldn't think of anything else but the four eyes and her stupid date, with her stupid companion.

He stood up grumbling and headed for the kitchen to prepare some hot tea. All this was meaningless, if he hadn't managed to fool Erwin and the others, he wouldn't be able to fool himself.��

It wasn't too late when she arrived, she carried a pair of books under her arm and a purse hanging by the hand.

" Levi, you awake again?,” asked when she saw him leaning against the wall next to her door.

He snarled without answering and she stopped when she came to him.

" Is something wrong?,” asked curious, looking down at him.

He clicked his tongue without saying anything. Hange laughed opening the door of her room and went inside. The heels raised her almost ten centimeters and he snorted in annoyance.

“ How was your date?,” he asked, walking behind her.

" Uuh?, " She raised an eyebrow and looked at him full of curiosity. "Date?"

Levi leaned against the door and sighed looking at the floor.

" Today you had a date with the idiot from the dance, didn't you? " he asked again, trying not to sound interested.

" Ah... Yes... yes," she replied without making a big deal out of it, sitting in the chair as she rubbed her feet. " Well, I suppose."

" You suppose?, " he lifted his head and looked at her, she had risen again and was taking off her dress.

" Boring," she replied, stretching her muscles, dressed only in her underwear. " I don't know."

He turned his eyes away, flushed. Hange had never been shy. She was pure muscle, the marks of the maneuvering gear crossed her endless legs. Her body was marked with scars. He felt nauseous, hated each of her wounds.

" Hans... Don't make this more difficult," he sighed frustrated, rubbing his eyes.

" Do what?" she asked while dressing a T-shirt, looking at him in a curious way. "Levi, what's the matter with you?”

“ Nothing," he snorted, sitting on the sofa. "It doesn't matter.”

She smiled and sat next to him, crossing her long legs under her butt.He looked at her with attention, the glasses had left a mark on her nose and he felt the urgent need to rub it.

She began to tell something, as enthusiastically as always, with a smile on her face. She stared at him bowing the head and her hair was falling over part of her face. Without realizing, he moved closer to her. Her lips were dry, and when she spoke, there were small wrinkles in the corners. He couldn't take his eyes off her lips. The soft contrast they made with the whitish tone of her skin.

" Levi, are you listening to me?" she asked suddenly hitting a tiny tap on his forehead.

"No," he replied with his eyes fixed on her mouth.

She moistened her lips in a nervous way and smiled looking into his eyes.

" Levi what...? ” She tried to ask, but was unable to continue. She laughed again and kept her eyes on him, and licked her lips one more time.

“ Hans... I..." he muttered, getting closer to her. - I'm annoyed.

“ With me?” she said only in a whisper, not getting apart from him.

“ No...” he raised his hand and pulled the hair away from her face, placing it behind her ear. “Hans... I don't know what I'm going to do, I don't know what I'm doing...”

She smiled resting her head on his forehead and he ran a hand over her neck.

Her breath was warm but she was nervous and still didn't move away from him. She smiled sweetly and ran her hands behind his head.

"Are you going to kiss me? " she joked without being able to hide her jitters.

He closed his eyes and kissed the bridge of her nose, where the mark of the glasses was. She blushed like a first-time teenager and rested her head on his shoulder. She put her fingers between his hair and hugged him.

"Zoe, raise your head," he whispered in her ear.

She muttered a soft "no" burying her head against his neck and pressed harder against him.

"Hange, are you going to get shy now?" he said, sliding his hand down her back and tucking it into her shirt.

"Yes," she chuckled giving a small bite on his neck.

"Hans, raise your head, please," he repeated again leaning his head on hers.

She separated herself from him and gazed into his eyes, blushing, wetting her lips that he kept looking at.

"Why now?" she asked without raising her voice.

" Because I'm wasting time we may not have," he sighed and stood a few inches from her mouth. She breathed nervous, and the air tickled his cheeks. "And because I like you."

"Oh..." smiled biting her mouth and ran her fingers through his hair. "I like you too, Levi."

" Good," he replied, finally resting his lips on hers. They barely touched each other and she was smiling again. But he didn't take long to kiss her again, making the contact a little longer, Hange laughed and bit his lower lip, without stopping smiling. She broke away from him with a warm smile and closing her eyes gave him a longer and deeper kiss.

He hadn't realized how much he wanted that to happen until that moment.

"How impatient," he muttered seriously, holding her face with both hands. Her mouth was red and her lips moist, and he couldn't stop looking at her.

"Oh, shut up," she replied, laughing, pushing him over the sofa and laying on him. "You started this."

He made a little smile and put his arms around her. Hange smiled tenderly and caressed his face. She bowed and kissed him again, in a fleeting way, knocking him for more. A fresh laughter burst out, crashing into his ears like bubbles. She was so full of life, in spite of everything, of pain, of wounds, of losses, of loneliness... She looked at her in detail, trying to memorize her features, her smell, her presence.

"You are so serious..." she whispered, lying next to him, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand, gently kissing him again.

"Does it bother you?" he asked, hugging her against him.

"No," she grinned. "Not at all."

He sighed, kissing the marks on her nose again and brushed her lips with his fingertips.

" Good," he murmured as he approached to kiss her again. " Is good..."

#levihan #shingeki no kyojin #hange zoe #levi ackerman #fanfiction #fic #levi x hanji #hange&levi #snk #fluff #im bored #sorry #first kiss

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haikyuulovercompany · 6 years ago

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Oh happy belated birthday 🍰!!! I’m sorry it a bit late...How did you spend your birthday? If the askbox is still open I would love a birthday scenario with Suga, lots of love and fluff and did I say love? Since my love life is non existent, lots of love in the scenario, I think you get where I’m heading ^^.

Hello !!! It came short again, I’m still warming up to Haikyuu, so sorry about that… and the fluff comes at the very end. I hope you still enjoy this

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For a birthday, the day was going down as one of the most tedious days of the whole month.

She knew she should have expected the day to unfold in the same exact way it had since her birthday almost always fell close to the midterms, which meant people went full non compos mentis over projects and getting months of information shoved into their brains.

Still, when she woke up that morning, she had hoped things might go well, that somehow, they all would be able to put all the stress aside. But of course not.

She had arrived school to a cupcake with a single candle on top from the bakery down the street she recognized all too well since she herself loved to get some deserved baked treats from there every now and then and some of the hot cocoa they had.

Her friends had smiled apologetically to her for not being able to make her a proper cake decorated with tons of sparkles and frosting tinted with her favorite colors as they always did with each other explaining how busy with school all of them were.

She understood. It wasn’t a lie to hide laziness. The cupcake showed they did care and it was still a nice gesture. But something was missing, and that something was her boyfriend. She had searched for him all morning, just to receive a message close to noon from him.

Between midterms and training he had to make every second count, spending his lunch time at the library and training extra hours after school. A small ‘I’ll make it up to you’ cameat the end of the message. It brought a bitter taste to her, testing her good mood. She closed her eyes keeping her emotions in. It was her birthday, but at the end of the day, responsibilities would never disappear.

Later she found out she had forgotten her homework home, and no begging and pleading gave her a second chance getting her a zero on the assignment. And to top it all, she realized an essay she was sure was due until two weeks from that day, was for Monday, giving her too little time to get it done, annihilating any piece of positiveness in her.

By the moment the school bell rang, she was done with her birthday. She was even considering telling her parents she didn’t want to go anywhere to have dinner. She arrived home and dropped dead on the couch of the living room, quickly falling asleep as a mechanism to drown the hideousness she was feeling.

A distant noise began to wake her up. She picked up herself together slowly, taking in the space little by little. The noise came back more clearly. It was a knock on the door. She sat down and stretched, and then rubbed her face.

“I’m coming!” she yelled to the air expecting whoever was at the door to hear her. She picked up her phone. No new calls, no new messages. It was still early on the afternoon, which meant her parents wouldn’t get out of their work until a couple more hours.

She passed a hand through her hair as she stood up to attend the door. She was wrapped as soon as she did. A familiar scent flooding her nose.

“Koushi?”

“I’m so sorry for neglecting your birthday. I behaved like a horrible boyfriend today and I know it. Please forgive me.”

What else could she do but to wrap her arms around him, too? The warmness and comfort she needed came instantly. Sugawara tightened up his embrace on her when he felt she was hugging him back. “Happy birthday.” He whispered into her ear.

She suddenly realized something. He wasn’t wearing his school uniform. She pushed him off of her softly, keeping her hands on his shoulders to look at him. He was wearing a grey sweater with a collar shirt underneath. She looked up to him.

“Wh-what? Why are you here a-and like this?”

“Weren’t we going out for dinner for your birthday?” he asked confused.

“But I thought you had training.”

Sugawara cupped her face. “I couldn’t stay. I felt horrible and I couldn’t do this to you so… I’m here.”

She smiled sweetly at him, and in a synchronized timing, they both leaned in to kiss each other. “I had a bad day,” she whispered once the kiss was over, hugging him again and buried her head into his neck.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and stroked her hair. “How can I make it better?”

“Let’s stay like this a little longer? Please?”

“Okay.”

He kept her close to him and began to sway side to side gently resting his head on top of hers. She closed her eyes once more, and swayed together with him. “I love you, Koushi.”

He giggled tickling her ear. “I love you, too.”

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Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!

#sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! x you #karasuno

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army-author · 8 years ago

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- yoongi scenario | puppy bites don’t hurt much -

♡ when you and Yoongi fall out, Min Holly’s on a mission to make things right again ♡

genre: mild angst, mostly fluff word count: 1.6k ♡ requested by @inkjeonn >> based on this

[Min Holly’s POV]

I don’t understand humans. They don’t make a whiff of sense. Not the funny plastic bricks they talk into, not the moving picture boxes they watch, and certainly not their table manners. (Why do they use funny sticks to eat, when it’s so much easier to lick straight from the bowl?) But the one thing that confuses me most is you and Yoongi. Just when I think I’m getting the hang of you two, you’ll go and do something weird, and I’ll get confused all over again. Your emotions are as jumpy as spring hares. Why, just this morning, you were getting on so well. You were sitting together, chatting over breakfast, and Yoongi had pushed his chair closer to yours, so he could hold your hand over coffee and scrambled eggs. His other hand was empty and readily available to supply me with bacon rinds under the table, which I was very thankful for. My master is so good. I love him so much. Wait… Where was I going with this? Oh, yes! You and Yoongi, I was talking about you and Yoongi, and how you had fallen out.

Like I said, this morning you two were getting on like rain and mud, then you left for a thing called ‘work’, and came back in a bad mood. That’s where things went wrong. I don’t know what this ‘work’ is, but it sounds scary. It always leaves you tired and upset. I could fight it off, if you need me to. (Let me show you my best war snarl. Grrr….) Today was particularly bad. That monster ‘work’ had you dragging yourself home smelling strongly of coffee and stress. The mixture tickled my nose and made me sneeze.

Yoongi greeted you in the hall. Me too. He didn’t jump up at you, like I did, but I could tell he wanted to. Instead, he waited patiently, letting you set down your bags, remove your shoes, and release a trapped sigh, before he finally gave in and threaded his arms around you, asking, “How was your day?”

“Uhm… fine. Fine, yeah, fine.”

“Why don’t you repeat that again. Maybe I’ll believe you the fourth time.”

“Okay, it was awful.”

“How come?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m alright now.” You slipped past him, bee-lining for the kitchen. You had your eyes on the coffee machine. Surely you didn’t need another cup?

“I’m just asking so I can make it better,” Yoongi tried to defend himself, following after you. I kept pace with him, darting between his feet.

You fumbled with a sachet of coffee. “Sometimes you can’t make things better,” you paused what you were doing to give him a look - one that had a secret human code in it. I’m not sure what it meant. Whatever it was, it shut Yoongi up for a second, or serval. Then he asked in a small voice, “It’s that boss of yours, isn’t it? He’s sending you away again.”

The coffee packet found itself back on the kitchen counter, unused. “It’s only for a fortnight,” you mumbled.

“You only just got back,” Yoongi whined - a sound I hadn’t heard from him before. I waited by his feet in case he needed cuddles.

“I know. I know. I know.” With each repetition your voice got louder, until you were shouting. Then, softly: “I know. It’s not fair.”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re away? The last trip you took was torture for me.”

“Don’t. Please, just… don’t.”

“Can’t you talk to your boss? Ask for some other work?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll just tell my boss I don’t like the work he’s given me. You know what he’ll do then? He’ll fire me.”

“And I earn enough for both of us.”

There was a moment of silence. I could hear birds chirping outside on the balcony. Then you broke through with a growl of “What?”

“I didn’t mean it that way, Y/N.”

Your lips curled, like you were angry, but the rest of your body was telling a different story. A much sadder story. “I know exactly what you meant.” Before Yoongi could reply, you brushed past him, down the hall and out the door. You didn’t bother putting on your shoes.

I followed, leaving Yoongi murmuring, “Sh-t.”

And that was how we got here. Yoongi inside, you outside, and neither of you happy. But it’s okay. I can fix this. I never fail to put a smile on Yoongi’s face.

I pad back to the kitchen, where he stands, head bowed, shoulders hunched, and I snuffle around his feet. He doesn’t notice, not even when I fetch my favourite toy and drop it by his toes. But you love throwing fluffy rabbit for me. Go on, master, throw it for me. I’ll fetch it back for you. Fun! No good. Yoongi’s face is still as droopy as a bulldog’s. How can I fix this? If Yoongi and you just talked again, I’m sure you’d sort this out. I run to the door and then run back to see if Yoongi gets the hint. I bark a few times as well, just in case. No response.

Okay, master, if you’re going to be like this, you leave me no choice.

I nip at his toes. Just a gentle nip, my teeth don’t sink into anything but sock. Still, it gets the reaction I wanted. Yoongi’s jumps, gives himself a shake and then stares down at me like he’s never seen a dog before.

“Holly, what do I do?” he asks me finally, crouching down on the kitchen tiles. I scramble into his lap and try to plant puppy kisses on his face. He gets there first, his lips brushing the top of my head. That tickles. I squirm away, only to come back for more cuddles when his hand stretches out to me. His hugs feel so warm and nice, but it would be better if you were here too. When I’m sandwiched in between you and Yoongi, that’s the best. Just two of us isn’t right, and Yoongi knows it too.

“I hate this,” he mumbles into my fur, “This must be so hard for Y/N, and all I can think of is myself.”

I don’t want Y/N to go either.

On the far side of the hall, I hear the door open, and you step inside again, softly. Yoongi doesn’t seem to notice though. He’s too busy playing with my floppy ears, and quietly murmuring: ‘I just can’t stand the thought of being apart again. I love Y/N, and I want to be supportive, I really do, but this is so hard. Damnit!” His voice rises, and I jump. He laughs. “Sorry, Holly. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just so mad at that boss for taking Y/N away from us.”

I bark. I’ll bite this ‘boss’, whoever he is. He hurt you and Yoongi, and that’s unforgivable.

Close by, I can smell you. You’re just outside the kitchen door, I can sense you past the wall. Hasn’t Yoongi noticed? I guess not… I forget that humans’ senses are so much duller.

“I’m so dumb,” Yoongi continues, “I handled that so badly. You wouldn’t hurt Y/N like this, would you, Holly? You’ve got a lot more sense than I do. How would you fix this, hmm?”

Why do you ask me, master? You know I can’t talk like you can. I place my paws on his chest and reach up to sniff his face. It’s my way of telling him he should go out to you, and hold you close, and give you kisses, and be ever so gentle with you.

“What’s that? I should go and fix it with hugs and cuddles? Is that it, Holly?”

Yes, yes, exactly. He does understand! Sometimes…

He sweeps me off his lap, and stands, ready to go and find you, except you’ve beaten him at his own game, slipping around the door to stand in plain view. There’s a second of tension that makes my fur ruffle. “How much did you hear?” he asks.

“More than enough.”

And then you’re hugging each other. Suddenly, everything’s okay. This is how it’s meant to be. Your smells bleed together, heartbeats throbbing to one pulse. and souls wobbling. I’ve heard of souls. They don’t smell or taste. We can’t see them, but they’re there, and I sense them now. They fit together exactly, the same way I fit in the me-shaped dent on the sofa. Humans have a word for this. I heard it once in one of those moving pictures. What was it, again…?

Soulmates.

I take a step back. My work here is done. With everything back to normal I can go lie down. So I trot away, paws padding, until a call stops me: “Holly, come back here.”

I’m being summoned. I scamper back, and jump into your arms, and now I’m sandwiched between you, just how I like it.

“You’re a good dog, Holly,” Yoongi laughs into my fur, “You’re a good, good dog.”

-END-

A/N: Min Holly is my favourite member of BTS. He’s a member, right? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading. Have a good day/ night

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Bokuto Can’t Confess

I can do this.

Bokuto took a deep breath in an attempt to put his mind to ease, holding it in until he could flex out his fingers before letting it out once more. He shook his hands like a cheerleader would pompoms, if only the captain wasn't out of beat and far more vigorous. He could knock someone's lights out with his movements, if he could give it a go.

At the end of the day, I can be happily hugging him.

Akaashi took a bite off his rice ball, and Bokuto could only watch. The captain decided he'd tell him when he finished up the food he bought him. He smiled to himself, trying to enlighten his own mood, but his lips had betrayed him. He must have looked uneasy, which was no lie, and the worst part was when Akaashi turned to look.

The ravenette’s eyes widened. “Finished already, Bokuto-san?” he queried, almost in disbelief right after he had swallowed the portion he just took into his mouth.

“I got hungry!” Bokuto reasoned, hands on his hips to keep Akaashi from worrying and fussing over him. In truth, Bokuto had wolfed down his rice balls within three bites each. The butterflies in his stomach wouldn't settle, after all; he figured food would pin them down and keep them from fluttering and flitting about. He had enough tickles from their wings, thank you very much.

If Bokuto was being honest with himself, he wasn't the best planner. He wouldn't say it aloud, though, as he was certain the rest of the team wouldn't even try to stop that train of thought, and instead would nod their heads in agreement, like he had spoken the world’s most obvious truth.

Akaashi was gorgeous. That was what Bokuto had always thought when he looked at his setter. At first it had been how beautiful his form was, how graceful he was to move like he was gliding across the court from one place to the next. He liked how he walked, how he raised his arms to toss a ball, how his eyes followed the projectile as if studying and predicting its range, and where it would land via trajectory. Bokuto figured it was all that it was. Him. Physically how he looked like inside the court and the skills he had showcased for him and the whole team.

The next thing the captain knew, all he ever wanted to see was Akaashi. And he had thought so outside the court. At home. As a random thought whilst he was reading manga on the lounging chair. He grabbed his phone from its position on the coffee table with a swipe that nearly dropped his mother's favorite vase, and began scrolling through his contacts for Akaashi’s number.

“Hello. This is Akaashi.”

When he picked up the phone, Bokuto felt like he was floating on cloud nine. Fidgeting, he sat up, and began talking.

“Akaashi,” Bokuto started, “let's go to the mall!”

“Where?”

“Mall.”

Akaashi answered, “Yes, I know. Which one?”

Bokuto’s first “date” was with Akaashi, and the two had only gone nerding out in the sports store to buy Bokuto a new ball. “Tell me why you need a fifth,” Akaashi requested, watching Bokuto as he pulled out the sphere from the top shelf. “Shouldn't four be enough?”

Bokuto proudly presented to him the Mikasa before he twirled it on his finger. “Five’s my lucky number,” he declared, breaking his gaze from the ball to beam at his setter. Before he could hear out Akaashi’s reaction, the ball fell off his fingers, bounced off Bokuto’s elbow when he tried to catch it, and made its way to the third shelf. The impact shook the whole structure, and all at once did the balls fall out of their own places, leaving a panicking Bokuto who frantically turned to all directions to check if anyone had seen. When he spotted no one, he fell to his knees and began picking the balls up, muttering to himself out of embarrassment. Right in front of…!

Bokuto’s humiliation died then and there, however, because for the first time since they’ve met, Akaashi had broken out into chuckles.

The next thing he knew, Bokuto and Akaashi had begun spending every free day together, from joyrides downtown, to matsuri events, and even studying for exams (Bokuto needed those the most; a few other third years came over to join, much to his dismay).

And this day, this very special day, he was going to ask Akaashi out on a real date by declaring his love.

Love felt a little weird to settle it. He probably was just infatuated (thanks to Akaashi Keiji, walking dictionary, for defining the word for him) but couldn't tell.

Whatever! Bokuto chided, slapping himself on either cheek simultaneously. This feeling doesn't need a name! Whoever came up with those is stupid.

Bokuto just wanted to be even closer.

“So,” Akaashi began, producing a handkerchief from his blazer pocket to wipe his fingers and dab his lips. “You wanted to talk?”

Bokuto’s lips formed a straight line, chapped together as if they had been sealed by the world’s strongest glue. He let his guard down. He'd been thinking so hard about the fact he was going to do it. So, so hard…

What was he supposed to say again?

Akaashi leaned forward to search for Bokuto’s eyes and frowned. “Bokuto-san?”

“I-I’ll talk to you tomorrow…!” As soon as the words escaped from his mouth, his feet moved on their own, taking one quick step after another towards the opposite direction. His lungs could feel the pressure as he desperately hung on to the half breaths he was barely able to take. His body began moving before he could even think, and his heart couldn't take the speed he was going for. I’m so stupid!

Nonetheless, Bokuto hadn't stopped until he had turned at least 3 corners, and passed four intersections.

“Bokuto-san?” Akaashi tried to call, his hand reaching out before his arm fell to his side. There was no way he'd ever catch up to the captain. That was the truth. He heaved a sigh, disappointed.

He told me he'd tell me tomorrow, he encouraged himself before gripping the strap of his bag. There was nothing to worry about; it was just Bokuto being Bokuto. All the setter ever hoped was the captain being careful as he dashed off like that. He wouldn't want to know he had been run over by a car.

Akaashi took a step back, and when he turned on his heel to leave, he had bumped into something. Someone. Around his feet were oranges that spilled from a traditional basket made from the material that they used for tatami. Akaashi fell to his knees and began picking them up one by one, dipping his head low in apology.

“I’m sorry, I hadn't been looking.” He paused to lift his gaze. “I hope I hadn't hurt you, Ma’am. Please let me know if I have.”

[08:56] Konoha Akinori: you wussed out again, didn't you?

[08:57] Bokuto Koutarou: shut up, i already told you guys, i don't like him

[08:57] Konoha Akinori: you might be too stubborn to understand your own feelings, that's why nothing between you and akaashi ever progresses

The captain tossed his phone away. If there was anything he regretted aside from the fact that he had wasted yet another day to tell ask Akaashi out on a date, it was opening his messenger app to check who had decided to drop him a message.

Bokuto collided with the bed as a groan absconded his lips. He kicked with his legs, just to take out his frustration at the air. “Damn,” he whispered, grabbing his pillow and biting into it. He was a coward.

Konoha was on to him, though. Bokuto could tell as much. The rest of the team had always bugged the captain about who he liked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Bokuto would always tell them he wasn't interested in anything other than volleyball. But Konoha looked like he had already seen through his lies.

Bokuto didn't blame him. Konoha was an excellent detective. Or maybe he was just horrible at lying. It must have been the latter. Either way, it didn't matter, because the important thing was Bokuto letting Akaashi know about how he felt by confessing. He would kill if someone else from the team had told Akaashi that Bokuto had a crush on him. If no one had actually bought the lies and excuses he hyped up, that is.

I might be too dense, Bokuto thought, closing his eyes before rolling over to his side. Maybe this isn't really anything close to love, after all. I can't confess. Maybe I shouldn't do this at all. Maybe all the failed confessions were signs!

Bokuto bolted into a sitting position, his legs dangling off the bed, before turning to his desk where an owl stuffed toy sat. The captain locked eyes with its yellow orbs and black slits, admiring its impressive shades of grey and black feathers from his peripherals. “Do you think the gods are trying to tell me to not confess?” he asked the toy. Bokuto kept quiet, as if anticipating the answer that never came. He still went on, “I just like this guy… he probably doesn't know how I feel about him. Do I even like him?”

The owl kept quiet.

“I dunno,” Bokuto huffed, falling back and sinking into the mattress. “I might not.” He waited for the answer, the reassurance, but alas none of that came. Another sigh escaped his lips. “If this isn't love, or if I’m still confused, I’d just hurt Akaashi… wouldn't I?”

The owl still hadn't replied. The captain didn't want to wait for an answer anymore. All he could think of was the fact that Akaashi had the same stuffed animal in his room, probably sitting on his desk, too. Bokuto insisted that they'd get matching prizes from the booth in one of the festivals they attended last year, after all. Akaashi loved it whatsoever, and Bokuto couldn't be any happier.

“Keep it in your room,” he advised Akaashi as he handed him the stuffed toy, “so whatever happens, you know that I’m watching over you. Don't worry, though. I didn't install any cameras on this thing, so don't take it seriously.”

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi chimed in.

“Yes?”

The setter smiled at him for a brief moment. “Thank you.”

The present Bokuto relived that moment over and over in his head. His meetings with Akaashi had grown fonder over the span of half a year. He'd never be able to forget that smile the setter would always flash just for him, because it was at those moments when his heart felt like bursting and melting into a thousand different color hues that could never depict how he felt.

“Good night,” he found himself muttering to the ceiling, before letting his body relax and drift off to sleep.

I’ll tell him tomorrow!

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