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shinestarhwaa · 2 years ago

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NO HOMO || JUNG WOOYOUNG

"If we say 'No Homo' it isn't gay, right?"

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x male reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings/tags: Highschool!AU, Wooyoung and reader are 18!!Legal age!!, hand job, dirty language, kinda enemies to lovers?, porn with plot, needy schoolboys, dryhumping, naked humping

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You shuffled your way through the long hallways, barely caring about lifting up your feet. You were so tired, you had barely slept last night.

All you could think about is stupid Jung Wooyoung and his stupid face. Why? Because he had flashed his abs during gym yesterday. You rolled your eyes at yourself, noticing you were thinking about him yet again.

The sight of a sweaty Jung Wooyoung flashing his abs confused you, wishing he would have flashed his lower region as well. Were you just curious? You couldn't possibly have any feelings for him, you weren't gay.

You probably were envious, wanting to be him, although that sounded crazy. Why would you wanna be like him? He was loud, annoying and acted tough, always getting in trouble. You wished to push his head through a wall.

Entering the classroom, your eyes immediately fell on Wooyoung. He wore his tie so messily you rolled your eyes as you plopped down on the empty seat in front of him. Can't he dress normally for once?

"Yah, Y/N, you're blocking my view, I wanted to stare at miss Kim's tits today," he whined, but making sure it wouldn't be heard by her. You looked at him, rolling your eyes at him. "Then scooch to the side so you can act like the pervert you are, Jung fucking Wooyoung."

He had the biggest smirk on his face. "You like it right? Being pervy? I see you checking out miss Lim's ass every time. And Haerin too, you wanna get into her panties don't ya? She probably wears those cute ones with a little bow on the front," Wooyoung grinned.

You scoffed, not believing his vulgarity. "That's not very respectful, Wooyoung." "I don't really care, she's not here is she? Your little girlfriend," he teased. You sighed. "Can you shut up for one second? Also, she is not my girlfriend, we just work together for the Biology project."

"Wow, you're cranky today? Didn't sleep well, huh? Bet you spent the entire night thinking about her, wishing you fucked her instead of your fist?" Wooyoung laughed. "You're a dickhead," you said, turning around as miss Kim wanted to start the class.

You couldn't focus on the assignments though, you only thought about what Wooyoung said. You weren't thinking about Haerin. You couldn't care less about her, actually. Sure, she was sweet and you'd rather find yourself obsess over a sweet girl like her than a dickhead like Wooyoung.

No, it's just body envy. He might be a dick but he's got a good body, you thought. Would he have a nice dick attached to that? Your eyes widened, smacking your book closed in surprise. The entire class looked at you, including Wooyoung as you felt his eyes burn in your back.

You excused yourself, signing to your teacher she could continue teaching. You heard Wooyoung's annoying muffled giggles. Would he giggle when he kissed?

No. This couldn't be happening, you thought. Not over Jung Wooyoung, a man. A boy. You shouldn't think about his cock. Or your cock in his mouth. You shouldn't. But his plush lips would be heaven, you were sure. This was just a phase, you decided. It'll be over soon.

Except it wasn't over, because three weeks passed and you still found yourself obsessed with him, watching his every move and feelings tingles in your stomach everytime he spoke up or looked your way.

You even caught yourself fantasizing about him briefly, but you quickly cut off that thought. But you couldn't help that you were falling for him. You were paired up with Wooyoung so much nowadays during class projects that it was impossible.

You two actually tried to be nice to each other, although you still annoyed the living shit out of each other. You almost thought, he might be checking you out too. His gaze on your lips, as if he thought about kissing them. His hand brushing against yours, reaching for the same thing. It must be a coincidence.

"Earth to Y/N?" You heard his voice right next to you, pulling you out of your absentmindedness. "Yeah? Huh?"

He grinned. "Come to my place tomorrow after school, we can work on this then because we need to finish it soon." You agreed, although that could've been a very stupid decision. Well, you'd have to find out, right?

You entered Wooyoung's house through the backdoor, as he had ordered you to do. Even then you knocked on the wooden doorframe, checking if he was there. "Wooyoung?" You called out. He showed up, still wearing his uniform, but with a loosened tie and his hair a bit messy. It was cooler, somehow, sexier. "Hey, come in."

Half an hour later you were seated in Wooyoungs bedroom, a place you thought you'd never visit. You were working hard on the new project, almost finishing it up. You dropped your pencil by accident and you and Wooyoung reached down to pick it up, faces ending up so close to each other you thought you'd faint.

You could feel his hot breath on your lips, his beautiful chocolate eyes staring at you. The two of you came up again, gradually, together, not moving an inch back. Before you knew it, Wooyoung placed a peck on your lips. Your eyes widened at the shock. The shock of him giving you a kiss as well as enjoying it and wanting more.

"I'm sorry-" he started to apologize, but you cut him off, pressing your lips on his once more. It was still a peck, only a longer one. You looked at him after a few seconds, pulling away from his face.

"What are we doing?" You breathed out softly. "I'm not sure." Wooyoung thought for a second. You tried to focus back on the project, but you could feel Wooyoung's warm hand on your thigh, making you freeze.

"If we say 'No Homo' it isn't gay, right?" Wooyoung asked. You both knew that wasn't entirely true. But it seemed like the perfect excuse for what you were about to do. You nodded and spoke, "No homo, man."

Wooyoung pressed his lips against you, leaning towards you. His plush lips were so soft, like a heaven full of pillows. Your lips moved against his, feeling him suck on your bottom lip, causing you to let out a tiny breathy moan.

The two of you grew needier as you pushed your tongue in his mouth. His hands started to roam over your body, but you felt like he wasn't close enough. You tried pulling him closer, but the chairs were in the way. Stupid chairs.

He made you stand up with him, pulling you towards his bed. His lips never left yours as he got you two to lay on his bed. Your hands roamed over your bodies, groping every part of flesh you possibly could. You couldn't help but growing a painfully hard boner after feeling Wooyoung's hands on your ass.

He rolled you over so you laid on your back, Wooyoung sitting on top of you. The print of his own hard cock in his jeans made you weak. Why did you like this so much? No. It was just a guy helping out this other guy, right? No homo.

But it didn't feel so straight as Wooyoung started rutting his crotch against yours, making you whine. He gasped as he humped you, holding your hands. "O-oh fuck," he moaned out, gasping loudly.

"Take it off," you told him and for the first time, Wooyoung obeyed to something. He shoved down his pants and boxers in one go, revealing his hard veiny cock. As he sat up to strip, you followed him, pushing down your pants and underwear as you untied your tie.

You unbuttoned each others shirts, your hands quickly roaming over his chest and delicious abs. He had a gorgeous body. A gorgeous cock.

Wooyoung aligned his length with yours, starting to rut against you again. It was uncomfortable, the dryness, but it was exciting you. "Wait," you ordered, spitting in your hand. You wrapped your hand around the two of your cocks, covering them in spit. You collected the bits of pre-cum spilling on the tip of your cock, smearing it over your lengths as well.

Wooyoung threw his head back as you rubbed the tip of his cock, whining out your name. You pumped his dick quickly, smirking as you noticed you were the one who had control over him instead.

"Y-Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out, body trying to hump against you again, fucking your fist. It didn't take long before he was moaning louder, coming over your hand, panting out. "Sorry, couldn't hold it," he excused himself as he took your hand, wrapping it around your own length so it was covered in Wooyoungs cum.

Wooyoung then wrapped his hand around your length, pumping it at a rapid pace. He kissed your neck as you moaned out. Not being able to take it, he aligned his crotch with yours again, humping you for the third time.

"Yes, yes, god," he moaned out. "F-fuck Wooyoung, Wooyoung!" "Y-yes, fuck, so good, Y/N!" Wooyoung moaned out. Your nails dug in Wooyoungs bare, soft ass as you moaned his name, coming over your own chest in thick white ropes. Wooyoung came for a second time, mixing his cum with yours on your bodies.

You laid on each other, panting. You weren't sure what to do now but... it wasn't gay, right? You had said no homo.

No homo, right?

Read part 2 here: Maybe Homo

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blazenka · 2 years ago

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Forthcoming

Returning to Mystic Falls for a visit, Elena awakes to find she's been sent unwillingly into the past. Not only does she have to avoid changing past events; she must also deal with a cold and detached Damon who is the only one who knows she's there.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7073903/1/Forthcoming

Chapters: 17

Published: June 12, 2011 - December 31, 2011

Words: 41434

Rated: Fiction M - Language: English - Genre: Romance/Supernatural - Characters: Elena G., Damon S. - Reviews: 117 - Favs: 132 - Follows: 95

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

Chapter 7

~Ѱ~

2014

After entering the Gilbert home, Katherine glanced around as Stefan stood silently stiff near the front door. "Huh, it hasn't changed a bit in all these years…" she mused, still curling her dark curls.

"Do you sense trouble or is it just an app on your phone now?" Damon remarked, not bothering to look up at Katherine or Stefan from the book in his lap.

"Ooh, someone's a little on edge. Where's little Elena? She's missing from this happy reunion… along with blond-ie and her wolf boy." Katherine replied as she tapped one of her nails against her plump red lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know…" Damon rolled his eyes as he set the grimoire down before turning towards the pair, "Why are you two here?"

This time Stefan spoke up to answered his brother, "We heard through the proverbially grape vine Jenna and Ric were getting married. We thought we pay our respects and support."

"Stefan just wanted to mail a gift," Katherine added with her usual disappointed expression, Stefan just shrugged at her input.

"It's been delayed," Jenna informed them, once again taking a position by Alaric.

When Katherine just raised an eye brow in obvious questioning. Damon finally decided to include them on their current situation, "Bonnie found out Elena and I are together now, got upset, and decided to send her back to either 2009 or 2010 - she isn't quite sure."

"Wow, you two finally decided to hook up together. Called it," Katherine smirked before grabbing a glass of white wine, "Cheers to you two."

"Katherine," Stefan warned before turning to his brother, "I'm happy you two finally worked things out… just can't believe Bonnie would do something like that to Elena once you guys were happy."

"That's what I said!" Jenna interrupted rashly, raising her hands wide in exclamation. "Well, it was," she defended herself after everyone just stared.

Alaric just smiled and patted her on the back, "I think you've had enough to drink, Jenna."

Bonnie bowed her head at Stefan's statement, trying to hide her guilt and shame from the group but it didn't go unnoticed by Damon and Jeremy as the young Gilbert once again took a position by his girlfriend to offer comfort.

"Anyway… ," Damon paused as he waited for the attention of the group, "We're trying to find a way to get her back here… so maybe if you guys could… I dunno, lend a hand?" Damon asked slyly before tossing Katherine a grimoire.

"Of course," Stefan smiled courteously, picking up a grimoire himself.

"Actually, could I talk to you outside instead?" Damon asked, motioning to the front door.

Stefan hesitated for a moment as he turned to Katherine as if to see she would behave herself or possibly asking for permission.

Katherine rolled her eyes as she spared a small smile in his direction before she cracked open the musty old book.

"Sure," Stefan simply stated as he followed his brother onto the front porch.

The brothers stayed in silence for a while - reflecting, pondering, and figuring out their words so nothing would be misunderstood between each other.

"Are you really here for the wedding?" Damon spoke up first.

Stefan just nodded, knowing his brother would see he had no reason to lie - though the reunion was still awkward for both of them.

"You're happy with her?" Damon asked next, thinking that would be a better direction to go.

Stefan smiled before resting his forearms on the railing, "Yea… we seem to complement each other quite well…"

Damon smirked as he quirked his eyebrow in both humor and disbelief, "Really?"

Stefan nodded after a having a slight laugh about it himself, "Really. After I was able to forgive her and we both moved on from the past, it was pretty obvious we balanced each other out."

Damon nodded, "Yea… you're sounding like some crappy romance movies Elena would never succeed in getting me to watch,"

"If you've never seen one, how do you know what the dialogue would sound like?" Stefan laughed as his brother pulled a face.

"And you and Elena also balance each other out… I guess that's where I got Elena and me wrong."

"What are you talking about, Stefan?"

"Elena and I were too similar, and yet didn't understand the other at all."

"And you understand Katherine?" Damon asked, eye brows rose in suspicion.

"As much as one person can understand another, yes - I do. Don't tell me you don't understand Elena?"

"What? Of course I don't. I just try my best not to screw up again like killing Jeremy again and I seem to be okay, most of the time."

"Damon…" Stefan sighed, knowing his brother had grown more than he was letting on.

"Not sure about Bonnie though," Damon remarked nonchalantly.

"Damon."

"I might kill her after this or find away to limit her powers…"

"Damon!"

"Like bandwidth… just so she's more careful with what stupid spells she does… maybe include blocking that aneurism spell she does too."

"Damon…" Stefan groaned; there was no winning with him. 'Poor Elena.'

"If you two are done bonding and catching up, I think we've found something," Katherine interrupted the two before she disappeared back into the living room.

The brothers shared glances of understanding and slight annoyance on Damon's part towards Katherine before the two rejoined the group.

Only a couple minutes had passed even though it felt like an eternity, one Damon wouldn't mind spending if he could continue holding Elena in his arms. Yet, the moment had to come to an end as the owner still standing in the door frame cleared her throat.

"If you are alright now, dears, I need to get back to my chores…" she faded off before leaving the couple to their problems, closing the door on her way out.

Elena was pulled fully into the waking realm and realized where she truly was. She was in the bed & breakfast in the past instead of in her own time with her own Damon like she originally thought. With her illusion and hopes crushed, Elena pulled away from Damon and walked away to gain distance from him.

Damon nodded, trying to hide the disappointed look upon his face. While he waited for her to respond or even speak, a thought crossed his mind.

"Elena?"

She turned around, still slightly dazed, "Yes?"

"Who's Klaus?"

Elena's eyes widened as she resisted a face palm at her stupidity, "Damon…"

"I know there is a lot… about the future… you don't want to tell me. But… it's obvious there is something bothering you… I," Damon stopped, taking a moment to collect his words and thoughts, "I want to be able help you while you're here."

Elena took a deep breath before she took a seat on the bed, motioning Damon to do the same. "If I tell you what happened… you might try to change what has happened… and I can't take that chance. I appreciate that you dislike seeing me in discomfort but Damon- if you change things that are supposed to happen then… I might not have a home to go back to or I might just disappear all together."

Damon stared at her for a moment, "Elena… where would you get an idea like that?"

"One of my college classes I took…" she answered with a weak smile as she studied her hands in her lap.

Damon rolled his eyes before countering her notions, "I get where you're coming from… I guess. But Elena, if I don't know what has happened then how can we figure out a way to send you back? Do you even know how you got to the boarding house to begin with?"

Elena just stared at her hands, twisting them while an uneasy feeling rose up from her stomach, "Last thing I remember… which I think I've already told you… was going to sleep in your bed after I got back from Bonnie's. We came back to Mystic Falls for Jenna and Alaric's wedding, that's all."

Damon tried to ignore the feeling forming in his chest as he thought about Elena and him living together, being together - Elena willing to not only be in his bed but in his bed with him all night.

"Could this Klaus guy… could he be someone who could have sent you here?" Damon asked, looking directly at Elena with a strange intensity.

"Maybe… but he can't, he's dead now. At least he's supposed to be…"

"Elena, you're either dead or you're alive, its one way or the other," Damon pointed out her flaw in logic.

Elena gave short laugh, "You would think…"

"Well, if this guy is dead then why is his memory still bothering you?"

Elena sighed, typically Damon - never dropping anything till he was satisfied with an answer. "You don't know what type of person Klaus was… What he did…" Elena's voice faded off, not wanting to have those memories reemerge.

"Then tell me." Damon stated bluntly.

"I can't…"

"God Elena, you ask me to trust you but give me nothing buy scraps like some dog! You didn't even warn me about Isobel being your mother… or Pearl - threatening me today about the device… or the tomb vampires…" Damon began to yell as he stood up from the bed, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"I told you I can't…"

"You know what, I hope you do disappear. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier."

"Damon…" Elena gasped, forgetting how harsh and cruel he could be.

"Everything has gone to hell since you've arrived. How do I know it's not because of you that Katherine wasn't in the tomb like she was suppose to be?"

Elena's eyes went cold after hearing his accusation, "Why do you keep going back to Katherine?"

"Well, it's been about Katherine for a hundred and fifty years, and I want her back… like how it's always about Stefan with you…"

Elena stopped as her eyes widened as his choice of words, "What…"

"You know what, Elena; figure it out on your own. I have better places to be," Damon concluded as he exited through the window once again.

Elena sat there for a moment, letting the tears run freely before wiping them away. She knew the only reason Damon had such an effect on her now was because she had a relationship with him in the future.

"Watch out for two tomb vampires attacking Stefan and you in the boarding house living room later tonight," she called out the window in clear rebellion before turning back to her thoughts.

Who was she kidding? He always had an effect on her. She knew now though, Damon just wanted to be emotionless and feel nothing in return. Katherine always seemed to make him react that way, especially after she returned to the small town.

Elena changed, thinking she might as well go to bed even though she felt like she once again would not be able to sleep. As she exited the bathroom, she past the arm chair and the pad of paper she had started on the night before with some events jotted down on the page.

Grabbing the pad, Elena climbed back to bed figuring she could write down what she knew. Forget trying to preserve the time line she knew, people got hurt and worse - died. Maybe this time around things could be different, for the better. It still made Elena uncomfortable to think about 'her' Damon not being there when she got back, if she even did. Yet, Elena knew she needed to focus on the present - even if it was really her past.

~Ѱ~

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mxtxfanatic · 6 months ago

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That’s not what you said, though. You said that none of the characters have a set morality and invoked mxtx’s name to enforce this statement. You were wrong about that, because mxtx herself says that her characters have moral alignments and that wangxian are the two characters she wants people to strive to be like. Saying that wwx is wrong for using the ghost path because he lives in a culture that “very well values the dead” ignores the fact that the story itself negates your conclusion. Wei Wuxian is one of the few characters that treats the dead respectfully, and likewise we are told of a myriad of ways that the cultivation world doesn’t respect the dead: least of all when they choose to destroy walking corpses and ghosts because it’s easier to destroy souls than try to save them and most of all when they throw the bodies of the Wen remnants into the blood pool.

The cultivation world did not kill wwx because “they feared for their lives.” They killed him because they hated being shown up by a “son of a servant,” and their leaders were greedy for power (jgs), filled with resentment (nmj and jc), or absolutely indifferent to human suffering in the face of mob mentality (lxc). You are not meant to look at the greater cultivation world and go “huh, I see where they’re coming from,” you’re supposed to look at them and go “yikes, this is why you need to have your own morality rather than depending on the approval of others’ to decide what actions you ‘should’ take.” Just because they are the “default setting” doesn’t mean that we are supposed to take them at face value or view them as a neutral party. In fact, in every mxtx novel and most of the other cultivation novels I’ve read by other authors, the “righteous sects” are the bad guys! It’s such a common theme that books I’ve read satirizing the genre will do so by making the cultivation world into mostly good people.

As for jc: he didn’t try to help the Wen remnants because be was filled with resentment and feels like the people he blames for his life falling apart should die. When jc gets jealous that jfm offered wwx the most lukewarm praise for killing the xuanwu of slaughter, jc responds by saying that wwx should’ve left lwj and jzx to die. Jfm swiftly admonishes him for that, so jc decides to stand with his mom when she storms into the verbally abuse wwx and jfm. After the fall of lotus pier, he tries to strangle wwx to death, and the narration quite clearly states that he knows that neither wwx nor the people he rescued in the cave were to blame for the massacre cause the Wen were always going to come. Wwx was simply their excuse. When jc shows up to the burial mounds, he immediately tries to kill wen ning upon seeing his prone body, then says that he doesn’t care about fulfilling his life debts to Wen Ning and Wen Qing. Then, he led the siege that killed wwx and the Wen remnants. It is said explicitly that his participation was key to allowing them to slip past the security on the mountain! This isn’t an “oopsie;” this isn’t a “he feared the others would turn on him.” Lxc didn’t go to the siege at all, he just sent his uncle to rep him and nobody says anything about it. Nobody would have cared if jc hadn’t gone!

And to make it clear that jc standing up for wwx wouldn’t have ended poorly for jc or the jiang, jgy explicitly says it at guanyin temple. “Wow jc, if only you’d protected the shixiong that had done so much for you in life, you wouldn’t be in this position to be embarrassed so much rn. We were only able to do what we did because everyone could see you have an inferiority complex when it comes to him, so it was easy to just exploit that and get you to abandon him.” Wwx was a one-man army, and the cultivation world wouldn’t even turn on the Wen Clan pre-ssc until the Wen actively invaded all the other greater clans (minus the Jin), so where tf would they have gained the courage to go up against the man that decimated the army that was bigger than all of their armies put together? No, jc’s resentment is what led to his decision-making, not strategic planning, and none of this is secret knowledge or subtext when mxtx writes this out plainly.

oh and another take that I feel the mxtx- specifically mdzs fandom needs to hear is that none and i mean none of the characters have any set morality. this applies to their mindset, actions, feelings- the entire point is that you see where all the characters come from and recognise their actions. none of them are completely 100% good or bad. the point of the entire novel isn't to see and judge their actions. it's to see where they come from, what mindset requires those terrible or honourable actions. is it okay to call out a character on their actions? yes. but please for the love of mo xiang tong xiu remember what caused those actions and whether your call out is necessary instead of making posts like "character A was just trying his best and character B came and ruined everything that's why I hate character C". no. almost all the characters are shitty to some extent albeit in different categories. recognise that and you will appreciate mdzs even more.

#mdzs #the book is meant to be read for what it says #not what you insert from an outside perspective #‘in china they respect the dead’ is not an analysis of what the text says about the ghost path #and quite honestly: the ghost path isn’t assigned a morality #it is not morally right for wwx to use it any more than it is morally right for him to use a sword #it is a tool; there is no morally right or wrong to using one #what matters is what you use it to do #wwx uses it to protect people just like the cultivation world uses their swords to murder #that’s what the story is about #as for your ‘guy running with a knife’ example:#if a guy is running in your direction with a knife and you KILL HIM over that when he hadn’t even engaged you?#yes you are absolu wrong! that is serial killer behavior!!!#you don’t get to *pre-emptively* attack a stranger and then claim self-defense!#you weren’t defending yourself!!!!#in everg instance where wwx takes a life he is actively defending himself #in most instances where the greater cultivation world kill people outside of the war #they are the instigators #none of the side characters who participated in either the nightless city banquet or the first siege can claim self-defense #they instigated

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blog-name-idk · 2 years ago

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 13

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2098

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You

Mina, I'm screwed

Mina

Oh nice, you finally got laid?

You

Wow you are sooo hilarious

Mina

You love it

Now tell Mama Mina what ails you

You

It's dumb. And embarrassing.

Mina

What, you suddenly realize you're in love with all your perfect roommates?

You

…

Mina

Omg

I fucking knew it

And you were so sure you were gonna be fine

Lolololol

You

It's not all of them!!

Mina

YET lmaooooo

I'm dying

You

Ok well once you can breathe again

HELP

Mina

Lol

I mean

Is it really that big a deal?

You

????

Of course it is

They're my friends

I'm violating their trust

I'm using friendship as an excuse to hang out with them!

Mina

Bruh

You

I'm the worst

Mina

Omg dude

Breathe

Are you doing it to get in their pants?

You

Of course not

I mean they're all smoking hot

But it's not like it's my goal or anything

I just like spending time with them

Mina

Which is what friends do, you adorable dork

So which ones are they?

You

Jin, Jimin, and Yoongi

Mina

Huh, I thought for sure Taehyung was gonna be in there

You

Mina!!!

Mina

I mean, he's gorgeous and totally whipped for you

You

You know he's like that with everyone, right?

Mina

Suuuuuuure

Well, let me know which one you fall for next ;)

You

MINA!!!!

Mina

Well if not him

Maybe Namjoon?

You said you have a huge boner for his voice and dimples

Didn't you write a fucking research paper for him lmao

You

Please never bring that up again

I purged it from my memory

Mina

Or that other dancer guy?

Hope or something?

Didn't you spend all night cuddling with him that one time

You

It's Hobi

And no, he's sunshines and rainbows and too pure for this world

Mina

Lol you sound gone for him already

What about that cutie you used to tutor?

You

Omg no Kookie is too young

Mina

He's one year younger than you dumbass

Also didn't you say he's both the cutest thing ever and ripped as fuck?

You

Are you trying to ruin my life

Mina

Only a little ;)

Really though, I wouldn't freak out so much about it

From what you've told me about them, they all seem like super legit dudes

You

That's the problem!!!

I spent so long immunizing myself against their looks

I totally forgot to guard against their personalities

😭😭😭

Mina

Lol what I mean is

You told them the first day that nothing would ever happen, right?

So they're gonna respect that

They're not gonna make a move unless you do

You

Lol not like they would anyway

Have you SEEN them??

Mina

Bitch have you MET you?

You

Aw thanks

But seriously I'm freaking out

Mina

It's not that complicated

Either you do something about it or you don't

No one (including you) is forcing them to do anything

And no one is forcing you either

You

…

Huh

I was overthinking again, wasn't I

Mina

Yeah but it's one of your charms <3

And if you ever need an outlet you know I'm always here to read your thirsty-ass texts

Srsly I kinda wish I had popcorn

You

You're the best <3

Mina

You can thank me by getting daddy Jin to buy me something nice

You

I rescind my last statement

~~~~~

Eomma

Hi honey, how's school going?

Seokjin

Hey mom, pretty good!

Everyone in my group project is actually competent for once

How are you and dad?

Eomma

We're doing great!

Speaking of groups…

Seokjin

Oh boy

Eomma

When are you going to bring [y/n] for a proper visit?

Seokjin

Uhh I'm not sure

She's really busy with schoolwork

Eomma

She's a double major, isn't she?

What a hard worker

And such a sweet girl

We really liked her, Seokjinnie

Seokjin

I know, you've both told me multiple times

She is pretty great though

She liked you guys too

Eomma

Well we don't mind if she brings some of her work here!

Lord knows your father will understand

You should stay for the whole weekend!

We can prepare the guest room downstairs so you don't have to worry about disturbing us ;)

Seokjin

MOM!!!

Eomma

No need to be shy, we all saw the way you were looking at her

Reminds me of your father and I when we first met

We couldn't keep our hands off each other

Seokjin

I did not need to hear that

Eomma

Can you blame your mother for being excited?

It's been so long since you've introduced us to anyone other than those cute boys you live with

We're just so happy for you

And we'd love to get to know [y/n] better

Seokjin

Sigh… I'll ask her

ONLY dinner though, not the weekend!

Eomma

Ah, I understand

More comfortable in your own homes, I get it ;)

Seokjin

Oh my god

~~~~~

Jin

Hello my wonderful, perfect wife!

Did I tell you that you look absolutely ravishing today?

You

You're about to ask me for something, aren't you…

Jin

Can't a man tell his wife she looks beautiful?

You

Okay then

So you just texted me to compliment me

Jin

Exactly

You

Thanks, babe <3

I'll talk to you later

Jin

Wait no come back, you're right

But I also DO think you look great today!

You

I knew it

You're a heartbreaker Kim Seokjin :(

You'll be hearing from my divorce lawyer

Jin

Nooooo!

Please give me a second chance!

We didn't have a prenup!

You

Hmmm alright

But only because you're so pretty when you beg

Jin

Thank you

You're benevolent and forgiving and lovely

You

Continue

Jin

And beautiful and smart and funny

Flowers bloom when you walk

The wind sighs when you pass by

My soul weeps when we have to part ways in the morning after our steamy, sensual nights

You

Ok ok what is this favor?

Jin

My parents want us to come over for dinner

Honestly it's your fault for seducing them with your feminine wiles

You

Oooooo dinner with the in-laws!

You should be glad they like me, Jinnie

But yeah I'd be happy to, they were really nice

Probably can't in the near future though, final projects are coming up with a vengeance

Jin

Yeah I figured, same here

Just wanted to run it by you since my mom brought it up

You

Are you sure you're okay with it?

We could probably stage an amicable break up

Jin

More than okay

I like spending time with you and my parents will be happy, it's a win-win

You

Awww babe <3

Jin

~~~~~

Jungkook

I hate matrices

You

Aww Kookie

Linear algebra?

Jungkook

Yes :(

You

Want me to take a look when I get home?

Jungkook

Yes please!

Study date?

You

Sounds good :)

Jungkook

Thank you [y/n]!

You're the best

I'll make some of my fancy ramyun

You

Yay!!!!

Jungkook

Will you make cookies this weekend?

You

Hmm

Only if you're good and help me with dinner cleanup the rest of this week

Jungkook

Okay!

You know you can ask me to do that anytime, right?

Without bribing me

You

And that's why I'll make them

Cookies for my sweet lil Kookie

Thanks in advance for the help :)

Jungkook

Anything for you :)

~~~~~

Yoongi

yo can you check if i left my beanie in my room?

Jungkook

~~~~~

Jimin

Hello fellow 10s and 95s!

My classmate's having a party tonight

Let's goooooooo

Taehyung

Sounds like fun!

You

I'm sorry Chim

It does sound like fun, but I have too much schoolwork :(

Taehyung

But it's Friday!

You always have schoolwork :(

Jimin

Don't you love us? :(

You

Don't point those sad faces at me

Taehyung

:(((((((

Jimin

:(((((((((

You

You know those don't work over text right?

Jimin

Are you in your room right now?

You

Taehyung

That's a lie

She got home 10 minutes ago

Jimin

Meet you there Taetae!!!

You

I'm locking the door

Taehyung

I'm almost there!

Jimin

Perfect

You

WTF YOU CAN'T COME IN THROUGH HOBI'S ROOM

THAT'S CHEATING

~~~~~

You

Hobi! There's a sale on Sprite at the grocery store!

Hobi

!!!!

I'm busy all day though :(

You

I already got some for you hehe

Hobi

You're too good to me

I must have done something great in a past life to have you as a friend :')

You

Aw Hobi you're making me blush

Hobi

It's the truth!

You

Oh! Mina accidentally called you Hope instead of Hobi, isn't that so cute?

Hobi

Haha I like it!

You

Now introducing the best dancer in the world

Some call him Jung Hoseok

But the rest of us know him as J-HOOOOOOOPE!!!!

Hobi

Now you're making me blush!!!

You

It fits so well since you bring hope and sunshine into my life

Hobi

[Y/n]! Stop!!!!

You

You don't want to be my hope? :(

Hobi

You know that's not what I meant!

You

All this time I thought we had something special :(

Hobi

Sigh okay…

I'm your hope, and you're my hope

You

J-HOOOOOOOOOPE!

~~~~~

Yoongi

you up?

You

Min Yoongi you did not just send me a "u up" text

Yoongi

i did

one hand job please

You

I'm starting to regret making that joke

Wait are you seriously asking me to come to the music building at midnight?

Yoongi

nah i'm in my room

You

You know I'm not accepting payment via your "tongue technology" right?

Yoongi

that's too bad

i was going to show you one of my tracks

You

omw

~~~~~

You

Fucj Mina he'a so hot omg

akfjlfj

Mina

Which one are we talking about right now?

You

YONGU

HE RAPS

ADN HES GOOD

FUUCCCKKKJJKKJ

Mina

Wait are you drunk?

You

I coldnt hmdle the turth sober dont judg me

Mina

You're a huge dweeb and I love you

~~~~~

You

Hey Namjoon!

I've got a rough draft for my linguistics final done

Would you mind looking at it when you get a chance?

Namjoon

Sure thing!

Though knowing you it will be great already

You

Haha thanks but it's a rough draft for a reason

Namjoon

Do you have any more papers coming up for that art history class?

More than happy to look through those too

You

Lol well

The final for that one is a group project!

So no papers left this year

Namjoon

That's too bad, I really enjoyed the one you showed me!

You

I am so glad I can't see your dimples over text

Namjoon

Huh?

What do you mean?

You

Nevermind

Anyway I'll email you the paper later!

Thanks Namjoon!

Namjoon

No problem

You know I'm always happy to help

You

Yeah

You're the best :)

I'll make brownies this weekend

Namjoon

This house is blessed

~~~~~

Jackson

Hey, Namjoon!

Namjoon

Jackson! What's up?

Jackson

Not much, just wanted to check in

And thank you for taking good care of my baby sister

Namjoon

Haha she takes care of us too

Jackson

I did want to ask you how she's doing

We talk every week but she's the kind of person to play down any issues she has

I was pretty surprised when she asked me for help that one time, actually

Namjoon

We've noticed that

She does seem fine overall

I think she works too hard

But try telling her to take a break

Jackson

I know exactly what you mean

I'm glad you're looking out for her

I'm sure you two nerds get along well

Namjoon

Yeah it's nice having another art buddy

She actually wrote the coolest paper for her art history class

It was really good

Jackson

Namjoon

For the elective she's taking

Jackson

She's not taking any art history classes…

Namjoon

Yeah she is?

Selected Topics in Contemporary Art

Jackson

She is definitely not in that class

Namjoon

That doesn't make any sense

She asked me for help

Jackson

Namjoon

Her paper was flawless

Even the citations were perfectly formatted

Jackson

Explain

Namjoon

Uhh she told me she was having trouble starting her paper and needed references

And I gave her some texts and pointers

Then offered to proofread her paper

Jackson

Namjoon

Jackson

Be honest with me

Namjoon

I'm always honest with you?

Jackson

Are you and my sister… involved?

Namjoon

WHAT

No, of course not!

I would never!

Jackson

Oh so you're saying my sister isn't worthy of your attention?

Namjoon

I feel like there is no good answer here

Jackson

We'll talk when I'm back in the country

Namjoon

Oh come on, dude

Jackson?

Please man

I want children someday

I need my balls

Hello?

~~~~~

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amjustagirl · 3 years ago

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castles in the air: chapter 8

chapters: one.// two.// three.// four.// five.// six.// seven.// eight.// nine.// ten.//

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f! reader genre: university romantic drama, angst, fluff wc: 3.8k summary: kuroo is your pain in the ass classmate. nothing more, really.

You’re right. The least he can do is to leave you alone.

He won’t force his presence upon you anymore unless absolutely necessary. Your projects are all done and dusted anyway, and there are plenty of seats in the lecture halls so you can avoid him with ease. You’ve made it very clear that he’s not welcome anywhere near you, and you deserve to have your wishes respected.

He owes you that much.

Still, that doesn’t mean he won’t continue to watch over you from afar, glaring at the guys who talk to you, even though he knows he’s acting like an ass, wanting nothing better than to share in your smile when project results are announced and the both of you are at the top of the class. He mopes so much that Kenma actually stops mentioning his accursed dating sim games, actually appears in his dorm one night to hover like a cursed spirit until he drags him out for ramen instead.

“Eat”, Kenma orders, shoving chopsticks into his hand.

“No appetite”, he groans, and Kenma just rolls his eyes, kicks his shins under the table.

“Just cos your heart’s broken doesn’t mean your stomach’s broken. Don’t be melodramatic.”

He grumbles into his noodles, slurps them up sulkily. Kenma watches him swallow every strand of noodles, and doesn't let up his silent nagging until he garners enough energy to start bickering with him about dating sim games again.

“I told you to be patient.”

“Wow.” Kuroo throws his head back, presses his hand to his chest to exaggerate the ache in his heart. “Way to rub salt in my wound. I’ve been mortally wounded, heart broken - do you really have to grind it in?”

“Yeah”, Kenma says, a cool monotone. “Otherwise you’ll mess things up again if you’re impatient. You, of all people, should know that by now.”

“What d’you mean again?! She’s never going to speak to me again -”

“Well, there may be other girls who might be persuaded to date you -”

Huh. Other girls. It’s testament to how much he likes you - loves you, even - that he hasn’t even considered the possibility of dating someone else. His grandfather’s right. Bad jokes aside, the chances of someone like you falling into his lap again is close to zero, and he’s just so stupid, so foolish, so short sighted for driving you away in the first place. So it’s only natural that he doesn’t have eyes for any other girl, that he catches himself staring at you in a daze during class - he doesn’t even register the existence of anyone else when you’re around.

Kenma isn’t the only one who’s noticed the frost that’s grown between him and you.

Sato does too, unsurprisingly. As dense as he is when it comes to his studies (or perhaps because he just can’t be bothered), he’s sharp-eyed when it comes to reading people, just as he does with his opponents across the net. And Kuroo can’t even fight the spike of irritation that flares up when he slides into the seat next to him before class one day.

“I see you got rid yourself of that bitch.” Smugness radiates off his form as he claps a heavy hand against his back, and the worst part of it all is that he says this within earshot of you.

He can see you stiffen, see the gears whirring in your mind as you decide whether or not to pounce on this obviously intended barb.

“Eh. Don’t call her a bitch. It’s not nice.”

Sato whirls around to stare at him. “Dude - are you seriously defending her - ”

“She’s right, y’know”, he snaps his laptop shut, doesn’t dare to meet your eyes. “It’s better for you if you did your own work. That’s how you learn. That way you’ll get better grades.”

A tepid retort like his is enough to earn him Sato’s ire, courting himself a week’s worth of being picked on during practice. But he’s still a coward - it’s not even close to what you’d have done in his position, engage in direct combat, rain fire and brimstone down upon a bully like Sato. So he doesn’t even dare to lift his eyes to meet your gaze as he slips out of the classroom.

He’s trying to make amends in his own small way, even as he keeps his distance, respecting your wish to be left alone, regardless of how much he doesn’t want to.

Which is why he genuinely thinks he’s still in the throes of sleep when he awakes to his phone blaring, your name emblazoned across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Tetsuro?” he has to rub his eyes twice, blinking furiously before he realises - that’s your voice, calling his name sweetly. Not his surname, but his first name, without any honourifics, without any insults - this has to be a dream -

“You ran ahead to our usual meeting place right? I’ll meet you there in a bit, d-don’t worry about me!”

“Hello?” he repeats slowly. “Is this - did you dial the wrong number?”

A sharp intake of breath. A crackle of static.

“S-see? My boyfriend’s waiting for me. You don’t have to worry about me, thanks - ”

Half awake as he is, the slightest quiver in your words catches his attention immediately. Dread pools heavy in his stomach when he catches the low rumble of a man insisting on letting him walk a pretty girl like you home, your too-quick reiteration that your boyfriend (him, presumably) is waiting for you, and he really, really doesn’t need to go out of his way -

Eyes snap open, all traces of sleep gone.

“Where are you”, he demands roughly, groping around for the light switch, wincing as the glare hits his eyes. Synapses firing even though he’s just rolled out of bed to draw the conclusion that there’s no way you’d be calling him unless you desperately needed to. Phone pressed between shoulder and ear as he pulls on shorts, curses the tangled laces of his running shoes.

“Princess, you gotta tell me where you are so I can get you - “

“It’s fine”, the sound suspiciously strangled. “I’m fine, you d-don’t have to -”

“I’m coming anyway”, he vows, voice rough. “Just - just tell me where you are, right now - ”

It takes you the entirety of the minute he needs to leap down the stairs from the dorm to the pavement before you answer so softly he almost misses it - “t-the seven eleven by Toyama Park. You know, t-the one we used to - “

“I’ll be there in” - he checks his watch, already starting to accelerate into a run - “approximately ten minutes. I’ll be there soon, so you just hang tight for me.”

You don’t hang up, which is a very bad sign. In any other situation, you’d rather starve than eat your pride, but now he can hear your soft breaths, airy and too quick. It spurs him on, heart pumping more and more oxygen through his veins, but years of volleyball - hill sprints, endless laps have prepared him for this, feet pounding against the pavement, face starting to flush pink from heat and exertion despite the cool press of the early summer breeze.

He’s always enjoyed running, telling Kenma to enjoy the journey, not focus wholly on the destination, but for once he’s blind to the allure of the day before most of the world wakes, dashing through the dim light of dawn. His mind doesn’t stop imagining the worst scenarios - that stranger being some perverted serial killer, a broken ankle, but you don’t sound in much pain, and you’re in a combini so hopefully there are people around you and if you’ve been well and truly cornered - well, if you were truly unsafe, you’d call the police, surely -

“Kuroo?” he can hear you whisper through the pounding of his blood in his ears.

“Gimme a second, princess, I’ll be right there”, he vows, leaping over the curb, cursing the sheer distance that separates you and him.

You fall quiet, but you’re still there. One breath, then another. You’re still there.

Wires criss-cross over his head as he sprints past one pavement crack after another, the streets of Tokyo a blue-dark blur. He catches sight of the garish green and orange sign of his destination, sprints across the street to burst through glass doors. The snack section, the row of toiletries, and right at the end, near the refrigerated portion where onigiris and bentos are heaped -

You.

Whole and safe and holding a tube of pringles in front of you like a cutlass, pupils blown with fear even as you try your best to snarl.

“Please”, he wheezes, finding the breath between pants to huff a quick laugh at how it’s so like you to put up your fiercest front, even when you’re undeniably scared. “I come in peace, princess.”

You lower your chosen weapon, bottom lip caught between your teeth, immediately looking ashamed. But your next move is to cast a furtive look over your shoulder at a stranger, a middle aged man lurking in the aisle two rows down who keeps his gaze on you. He puts two and two together, slings his arm over you in a flash, pulls you beneath the protective arch of his arm, slipping into the role of a loving boyfriend easily.

(too easily, because that’s what he’s been imagining over the past few weeks)

“C’mon, princess”, he whispers into the crown of your head, tugs you closer and it should worry him that you’re pliant, trembling in his hold. He notices the stranger watching the pair of you intently, lips downturned in disappointment. “Did he touch you?” he murmurs, voice tight, the knot in his chest falling loose only when thankfully, thankfully, you shake your head no.

Discretion is the better part of valour - or so he tells himself to distract from the urge to beat that stranger into a bloody pulp, confront him for daring to scare you enough to force you to call him. “Let’s get out of here”, he announces, with far more bravado than he feels, bundling you out onto the pavement, removing you from the glare of harsh, fluorescent lights.

You let him sweep you down two streets, until you reach a traffic junction, the lights flashing red, yellow, green. “I can find my way home myself”, you mutter while disentangling yourself from his grasp, gaze firmly on the ground.

“Just let me make sure you get home safe”, he answers, reluctant to let you go. “I won’t bother you where you live, don’t worry. I just - I just want to make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”

The light flashes green.

He watches as you swallow, the nervous bob of your throat. He waits until you nod at him, hesitation still written all over your face but you don’t stop him as he follows at your heels down gradually bustling streets, to a small apartment complex a fifteen minute walk from school. You don’t protest when he follows you into the lift, only stopping when you’re outside a nondescript door, shoes neatly arranged outside.

“Thank you”, you say softly, though you don’t meet his eyes.

“Anytime. Don’t mention it”, he replies.

Words are insufficient to convey the extent to which he truly, truly means it. How he truly doesn’t mind leaving his warm bed to rescue you from ill intentioned strangers in the early hours of the day. How he’s secretly somewhat proud that you still trust him enough to call when you need help - him, not Akaashi, not any of your new friends. How he still wants you - but it’s not up to him anymore.

You open your mouth, surely to bid him goodbye, but you’re interrupted when the door swings open to reveal another girl - your roommate, probably, who blinks at the pair of you over thick rimmed glasses. A night owl from the looks of things, the opposite of you, a morning lark.

“Another suitor, happy day!” she crows without warning, grinning up at him.

He can feel you bristle, and though he feels a stab of annoyance at your roommate having disturbed the fragile moment he has with you, his manners win out.

“I’m Kuroo Tetsuro”, he introduces himself, bowing politely to her.

She seems to notice immediately that he does not disavow the label she’s given him. “I’m Chinen Yua”, she replies, grinning too wide. “I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Yua”, you growl a warning, but there’s no heat in your snarl, embers barely flickering in the wake of your recent scare.

“What! Should I invite him in for breakfast?”

He’s about to excuse himself politely because he really doesn’t want to intrude more than you’ve already allowed him to, but you catch him off-guard when you shrug your shoulders to say - “Sure, that’s the least I should do to thank him, anyway.”

Both he and Yua are left gaping when you slip your shoes off, door still wide open, a standing invitation to him to enter your sanctuary.

Yua recovers first. “Well, you heard the lady”, she jokes, moving back to let him in.

It’s painfully familiar, your apartment. The books stacked neatly along wooden shelves, colour coordinated. A peek into a bedroom reveals sheets he distinctly remembers lounging upon not too long ago. Your laptop on the kitchen table, your school bag on the floor. It’s as if he’s returned to some secret garden after a long journey to discover that nothing too much has changed.

But there are some differences. He zeroes in on the black and yellow posters hung on the walls, announcing the V-league schedule for the MSBY Jackals. On the fridge, there’s a calendar still flipped to January, the rippling muscles of Meian Shugo staring at him.

“My boyfriend”, Yua says brightly, and he nods dumbly, unsure how to begin reconciling the idea that your over cheerful roommate might be dating the serious MSBY captain.

“Coffee?” you offer, interrupting his thoughts. He takes the mug wordlessly.

Yua seats herself next to him. “I hope you like pancakes”, she chatters on. “That’s kinda all we got cos I forgot to pop over to the store so we’re kinda out of fresh fruit and yoghurt. And we gotta clear the milk and eggs before they go bad, so we’ve been eating pancakes for the past two days - which is great! But it’s great that someone’s here to also help clear our food - ”

“Yua, you’re overwhelming him. Remember, it’s not even seven a.m.”

Yua doesn’t even look chastened. “Sorry!” she chirps gaily. “So - Kuroo-san, tell me about yourself!”

“Stop trying to dig for shit, Yua.”

This time, there’s a smudge of sheepishness that creeps onto her face. “C’mon, can you blame a girl?”

To save the pancakes that you might toss at her head, he decides to intervene. “We’re classmates. We met because she stopped me from sleeping through class, and I asked her if she’d wanna work with me on the projects for that semester.”

“You forgot the part where you stole my food.”

“Ah, yes”, he pauses to shoot a small grin your way. “She stabbed me with her fork.”

Yua nods sagely. “She’s a bit violent. I’ve seen it with my own eyes when she chased me out of the kitchen for nearly flooding the house when I forgot to turn off the tap just once.”

“Stop it, you two”, you growl, but shovels pancakes into plates, shoves them beneath his and Yua’s noses. He hums with delight as the rich, warm notes of cinnamon and sugar waft out of perfectly golden, perfectly fluffy pancakes, maple syrup trickling down the plate. Yua digs in without fanfare, groaning loudly without shame as she bites through your magical concoction of sugar, eggs, milk, flour.

He takes a bite, and wishes he, like Yua could groan his delight too. He settles for the next best option. “It’s good”, he tells you, and there’s a shy tilt to the corner of your lips when you thank him, before disappearing off to take a shower.

The second the door to the bathroom closes, Yua turns to him, all traces of frivolity or amusement gone. “You owe her an apology”, she says, without room for argument. “I’ve seen your name on her phone, Kuroo Tetsuro. She told me what happened with you last semester. You’re a dickhead.”

“I know! You think I don’t know that? Gods, I’ve been trying the entire time to apologise”, he tries to defend himself. “She didn’t want to accept it so the least I can do is to leave her alone - “

“Try harder”, Yua says, chomping on a pancake as though it’s personally offended her. “She’s gone on a couple of dates with guys and I’ve noticed she doesn’t look at anyone - not even Shion - the way she looks at you.”

He mentally files away the casual mention of a couple of dates with other guys and the mysterious Shion. He’ll get back to that later when he’s done mining your roommate for information. “I’m open to suggestions. Anything that’ll earn her forgiveness.” Yua looks at him meditatively.

“What about flowers?”

“She said they can’t be eaten.”

It’s probably testament to Yua’s friendship with you that it doesn't even slow her down by a beat.

“Well, that’s probably cos you tried to give her roses, which she hates. Books?”

“You live with her, her collection is large enough to fill a library. Besides, she works in a bookshop.”

“Fair point. Jewelry?”

“Chinen-san, with all due respect, that’s a little inappropriate considering we’re not dating.”

Yua huffs, chin in hand. “Surely there must be something - “

Kuroo rubs his eyes, sighing. “I’ve said my piece to her. If she wants to accept it, then she will. If she doesn’t, I’m not going to overstep. I respect her too much to assume she doesn’t know her own mind, and to force her into anything she’s not comfortable with yet.”

“Huh”, Yua says, peering at him. “That’s surprisingly mature of you, considering that you -”

“Yua”, you call from the bathroom, stepping out to towel dry your hair. “Please don’t interrogate Kuroo.”

“It’s my god given right as your roommate”, Yua shouts back cheerfully, but backs away when you re-enter the kitchen, eyebrows gathered in a threatening scowl that she knows packs little heat. “Alright, alright - I’m going, I’m gone - sheesh, kids these days -”

He’s not sure how he should gracefully make himself scarce before he bothers you anymore, but you stop in front of him before he can stumble out an excuse.

“Were the pancakes decent?”

“Pardon?”

“The. Pancakes.” You point at his empty plate. “They okay?”

It’s funny that you’re asking him about the quality of his breakfast with utmost seriousness when you’ve just been stalked by some stranger who probably meant you some harm. But that’s just very you - on the ball, laser focused, selfless. It makes him want to laugh, kiss you and tear his hair out - all at the same time.

“They were great”, he replies softly. “Thank you. Are you okay, though?”

Like the sky after a storm, your frown clears up, though a line of tension still lingers in your brow. “I’m fine”, you say almost dismissively, but then you catch yourself, hesitate for a brief moment. “I - well, I should be thanking you - “

“Please don’t”, he interrupts quickly. “I’m glad you called me. You know I always wake up around that time.”

“Nonsense”, you huff a small laugh, a little cracked and awkward but it’s a sound he thought he’d never hear again. “You’d only wake up this early because of me and my stubbornness.”

“Guilty as charged, princess”, he answered. “But for you, I’m happy to do it anyway.”

“Smooth talker”, you accuse, prodding his chest playfully. A coil loosens in his chest at the gesture, and a small smile makes its way onto his face.

(patience. let her set the rhythm, decide the tone of your interactions)

“But it’s true”, he insists. “If some villain tries to accost you again -”

“I’ll be sure to call my knight in shining armour”, you snort. “That’s Yua by the way - her chaos is a talisman that scares everyone within a one mile radius -”

“I heard that!” an indignant voice shouts, presumably the maligned Yua. “Next time, don’t call me when you get into trouble with at the laundromat ‘cos some new novel that you refused to put down made you forget to bring coins, of all things - “

“You owe me for kicking me out of the apartment when your precious Shuugo comes to visit, cut me some slack -”

“You volunteered! See, Kuroo-san, the nonsense I have to live with - “

He steals a glance at you, eyes alight with humour, bantering with Yua the way you used to bicker with him. It’s bittersweet, how he’s lost the chance to see you like this, playful and happy and relaxed in your own skin without the front you show to most of the world. He wonders when he’ll get to see you like this again - but it’s not wise to ache for what he’s let slip through his fingers. He should treasure this moment instead, keep it amongst the memories he has of you.

He laughs though the sound is a little weighted, heavy from the shackles of guilt. “Yeah, I see”, he says, taking his time to find the right words, the right sentiment. There has to be a way to express that he’s thankful you’ve let him back into your life, even temporarily, and he’ll respect your wishes and acknowledge that he’s a douchebag that really doesn’t deserve to be in your presence.

“Look - thanks for breakfast, I don’t wanna impose on you any further so I should get going.“

Polite, precise. But clearly, the care he’s taken to choose his words is misplaced. You gaze at him soberly, assessing every twitch of facial muscle, trying to ascertain the sudden shift in mood. But you take his lead, walking him out of the door.

“Thank you”, you take the opportunity to repeat quietly when his head is bent to the floor, his hands busy tying the laces of his shoes. “I do appreciate you coming out to get me when you really didn’t have to.”

“It’s my pleasure, princess”, he replies, earnest.

Because he means it. Because he’s happy he can do that much for you.

When he raises his eyes to meet yours, you’re smiling shyly at him.

m.list.~ taglist.~

a/n: are we finally turning a corner?

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu romance #kuroo x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo x y/n #castles in the air

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solariaswitch · 4 years ago

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What your favourite Winx ship says about you

Bloom x Sky - You’re going with the safe choice. You’re probably a fan of the classic, fairy tale love stories. There’s also a possibility you’re a fan of the Prince Charming concept.

Bloom x Icy - You have good taste. Immaculate. Your favourite genre is enemies to lovers with angsty slowburn. You love analyzing your characters and finding narrative foils in their stories. Starcrossed lovers is your thing.

Bloom x Valtor - Wow. You’ve been in this for a long time. But let’s be honest, the real reason you ship this is probably that you project onto Bloom and think Valtor is hot.

Bloom x Riven - The sexual tension in The Day of the Rose really got to you huh?

Stella x Brandon - You are also a fan of the Prince Charming archetype but you also like a bit of a forbidden romance where the princess falls for someone who’s not royal and is willing to risk it all for them. You love soulmate tropes.

Darcy x Riven - You are SO EDGY. You just LOVE angst,huh? You read fanfics with unhappy endings and scream into your pillow in angst at 3AM. Watch out so you don’t cut yourself on all that edge.

Riven x Musa - You like rocky relationships. You like angst, not as much as the Driven shippers, but you definetly like a small dose of it. Your fav genre of fanfics is probably Good Girl x Bad Boy. You will defend this ship until you die. I respect you.

Tecna x Timmy - You’re the best person. You are mature and you can see what truly makes a relationship work. You loved seeing these two grow together and learn to communicate and understand each other. You have similarly searched to develop yourself and grow as a person, you are the only bitch in here I respect.

Flora x Helia - This is also a safe choice. Which is totally amazing! You probably related to Flora struggling to express her feelings. You’re likely to be a Hufflepuff and an INFP. You like soft aesthetics (cottagecore, art kid, plants) and you’re probably some form of artist.

Aisha x Nabu - i love u so much. You are a fan of found soulmates and you like healthy, communicative relationships! Good on you. You are angry at rainbow for killing Nabu and you’re so right.

Icy x Tritannus -”You are a child. And I don’t mean that as an insult, I just mean you’re literally not yet a teenager.”

#winx #i only did the most popular/common ships bc im lazy #so many bloom ships #winx club #winx club memes

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panda-noosh · 5 years ago

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unlike me {fred weasley x reader}

Words: 8k

Summary: You, a shy Hufflepuff, have caught the eye of Fred Weasley.

Genre: fluff

Notes: support my writing or ask me about commissions! - did i just write pure fluff? wow. i’m learning.

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Fred Weasley doesn’t do things to impress others. He never has. Trying to please others is so far from his mind when playing one of his pranks that it’s almost laughable to think he and his twin brother do anything for the sake of attention. They live to amuse themselves, and nobody else.

But sometimes the reactions of others do catch his eye. It happens rarely, but there have been the odd times when Fred and George are fleeing from the scene of one of their usual messy pranks, and Fred will look over to see someone standing there, staring open mouthed and wide eyed at the scene in front of them, and he will turn back to the path and smile because - yet again - he has left somebody speechless.

More often than not these days, that person is you.

Fred doesn’t know much about you; you’re clearly very shy, hardly ever being spotted in the hallways unless you’re making your way to your next class, and even then you’re prone to keeping your head down, refusing to talk to anybody who wants to talk to you. Fred doesn’t know if you have any friends, if you want friends, if you’ve ever looked at him and wondered what it would be like to talk to him…

“So, Harry, tell me a bit about that one over there.”

Harry looks up from his breakfast plate, eyes still fogged from a night of no-doubt restless sleep. Beside him, Ron is still trying to wake himself up and Hermione is hastily flipping through a gargantuan textbook. It seems to Fred like the Chosen One may be the only one at this moment in time in a fit enough state to answer his pressing questions.

“Huh?” he replies.

Fred leans forward a little more, so close that his mouth is very nearly touching Harry’s ear. “That one over there.” He nods over to the Hufflepuff table. “The one sitting on their own.”

Harry narrows his eyes. “Y/N L/N? What about them?”

“They’re in your year, aren’t they?”

“I think so. I don’t really know too much about them; they’re quite quiet, really.”

“Yeah,” Fred and George say together. “We know.”

Harry raises a brow, flicking his gaze to the twins standing on either side of him. “Why? Are you both interested?”

“Just ol’ Freddy Boy here.”

Ron scoffs. “You? Getting in with Y/N L/N? Mate, that’s about as likely as Percy showing up for Christmas this year.”

Fred slaps Ron on the back of the head. “Shut your mouth, you git.”

“So, what? You really think you have a chance with them?” Harry asks.

Fred shifts uncomfortably; he hadn’t meant for the conversation to get this far. All he wanted was for Harry to tell him a bit about you and that be it - he was fairly confident he could handle the rest on his own using his incredible charm and humour.

But now these snotty little fifth years are making him second-guess his own abilities, which has never happened before in his seventeen years of life.

“I think so,” he replies, trying to keep his voice as confident as possible. “Why wouldn’t I have a chance? I’m charming, and witty, and-”

“And loud, and annoying, and centre of attention literally all the time,” Ginny finishes, waltzing into the conversation. She sits down next to Hermione, pinching a hash brown off Harry’s plate. “Y/N is the complete opposite of that. You’ll scare them away before you even get a chance to ask them out.”

Fred frowns. George says something in his twins defence, but Fred has stopped listening, instead choosing to glance over to where you’re still sitting, smiling shyly at the Hufflepuff boy who has just taken a seat next to you. It’s clear - and always has been clear - that you get plenty of attention - you just don’t want it. Fred has watched you get shy and awkward, shuffling away from people who so much as grin in your direction. Fred has even watched you scurry away when he walks past, and at this point, he isn’t even surprised; the scenes Fred finds him in are far from the types of scenes you’ll want to be caught in.

You really are very different people, and Fred isn’t stupid enough to deny that. Nonetheless, there’s something about you that has always caught his eye, from the day he was a puny little second year, watching you scramble up to the Sorting Hat. Even then he found himself staring at you, fingers crossed in the hopes you would get sorted into Gryffindor, that he could find an excuse to lead you to the Common Room himself - not Perfect Percy - but then you were being sorted into Hufflepuff and an awful long time went by in which Fred did nothing to pursue you.

But now he’s in his sixth year. If not now, then when?

“Have you ever tried speaking to them?”

Ron’s voice snaps Fred from his daze. He looks down and shrugs.

“Not really.”

“That's not like you,” says Ginny. “Have we actually found someone who makes you shy?”

Fred scowls. “I’m not shy. Y/N’s shy - I’m just respecting that and keeping my distance.”

“Good on you, mate,” says George, before he ducks his head down and whispers loudly in Harry’s ear, “Every time he sees them, he wets himself a little.”

Fred kicks his twin. “Would you lot give it a rest? I’ll talk to them today, alright? You’ll all see.”

“Oh, don’t wind him up,” Hermione tuts, slapping Ron on the arm when the group of youngsters start laughing.

“Oooh,” George says. “You’ve got Granger sticking up for you, Fred - who would have thought that would ever happen to us?”

“I think it’s cute that Fred likes Y/N,” says Hermione, sitting up a little straighter. “I don’t know much about them, but I think someone bringing them out of their shell could do them a world of good.”

Fred can’t help but grin; the thought of it, of you actually giving him a chance - it makes him unnervingly happy. “Cheers, Hermione.”

Fred takes that tiny bit of assurance and carries it with him throughout the entire day - he doesn’t really know when he’s going to make his move, just that he is.

At some point.

He has no classes with you. He barely sees you in the hallways. He doesn’t share a common room with you - the situation is really not working in his favour, but Fred Weasley will not let such a drawback ruin his plans. He’ll find ways around it, just as he finds ways around everything.

The solution finally comes to him at 11:00pm.

He should be in bed. He knows he should be in bed, that if Filch were to see him right now, the old man would be going absolutely ballistic, overjoyed with the idea of giving another student a detention. Fred has the advantage of the Marauders Map, plus a lifetimes worth of sneaking around, but that doesn’t make him feel any less nervous.

He’s been out of bed after curfew plenty of times before, but never has he crept into another common room whilst doing it.

He heads towards the basement, checking the Marauders Map every few seconds to ensure Filch and his filthy cat are as far away as possible. His mind is working at a million miles per hour, because for the first time in his life, Fred is convinced he’s being stupid. The amount of protective charms that must be on the doors of these openings would be insane, and Fred is insane to think he could ever try and get past them, but god, he can’t go down to breakfast tomorrow without making some attempt to talk to you, just like he said he would, just like Hermione-

“Eep!”

Fred spins on his heel, nearly falling over a body of armour stood in the corner. Multiple paintings rouse from their sleep, and the ones that were already awake break into fits of giggles. Fred doesn’t even acknowledge the tiny noise that made him jump in the first place, instead choosing to desperately hush the paintings around him.

“Shut up. Sh! Filch will hear and then we’re all in trouble!”

“Speak for yourself, Weasley,” says Doogle Doolaly through a mouthful of giggles. Fred shoots the painting a glare before abruptly remembering what had caused him to stumble in the first place.

He spins around. To his surprise, you’re still there.

You, standing right in front of him with both hands clapped over your mouth, eyes wide. You’re wearing a pair of yellow bed robes, hair a mess. Fred has to take a minute to just stare.

And then, “What on Earth are you doing out of bed?”

Slowly you lower your hands, biting your lower lip as you stare right back at him; Fred, though pleased, finds this quite odd considering he’s so used to watching you avoid eye contact as much as possible. “I was walking.”

Your voice is quiet, timid.

Fred tilts his head. “Walking? At eleven at night?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

You nod. Fred nods back. The two of you stand a good five feet apart, unsure of what to say or do to make the silence go away - of course, there’s so many things Fred wants to ask, considering he was previously convinced you would never step out of line, but none of those questions are appearing right now.

Fred, however, knows this silence can’t last forever, so he’s the one to make the first move in breaking it.

“You alright?”

You look up, startled. “I’m fine. Why?”

“I was just wondering. You look like you’ve seen someone use an illegal curse or something.”

“Thanks.”

Fred’s stomach flips. “Not that you don’t look really pretty, because you do, but I’m just saying-”

“Why were you heading towards the Hufflepuff common room?”

Fred pauses. Have you just caught him out?

“How did you know that’s where I was going?”

“Because nobody else comes down here this late at night unless they’re a Hufflepuff coming back from detention.”

“You’re good at this, you know. Right little detective, you are.”

You shrug.

Fred sighs, rubs the back of his neck before saying, “I was just having an innocent little dander about. Those Gryffindor sixth years can be a rowdy bunch - it’s hard to get to sleep.”

“Oh. Okay.” You trace your eyes along his towering form, and for a moment, Fred is almost convinced you’re genuinely checking him out. It boosts his confidence a little. “Well, I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep. I’m also sorry for making so much noise - you startled me.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a pretty scary person I’ve been told.”

Your lips twitch. “Who told you that?”

He shrugs. “It’s not so much a verbal thing. Sometimes sweet little Hufflepuff’s run away when they make eye contact with me.” He raises a brow, smirks when he sees your own smile fade, replaced by a mild look of embarrassment because you both know exactly who Fred is talking about.

You cough and awkwardly kick at the floor. “Sometimes sweet little Hufflepuff’s get a little shy.”

Fred’s confidence is really flooding back into his system now, and he doesn’t know why it feels different. This isn’t the confidence he carries around with him on a day-to-day basis, the confidence that allows him to play these big pranks without a care in the world. This is a type of confidence he has never felt before, makes him feel elated, like he can do anything.

He smirks, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m Fred Weasley, by the way.”

“I know.” Your eyes pop open for a brief second. “I mean - uh - Ron. Ron is your brother, right?”

“He is.”

“I know your brother. He’s in my year. Goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, right?”

“Right.”

You nod, biting your lower lip in that way Fred has learned you do quite often when you’re flustered. “I heard of you - uh - from him. Yeah.”

Fred nods. He stares at your flustered form, finding amusement in the way you quickly look to the floor, trying desperately to avoid his gaze which has apparently now become too much for you.

He chuckles and pushes himself away from the wall he found himself leaning upon. “It was lovely talking to you, Hufflepuff. Try not to run away next time and maybe we can talk again.”

You look up and nod, lips twitching. Fred grins right back, bows his head to you before he walks off down the corridor, pretty darn pleased with himself.

----

“So how did it go?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

Ginny gasps, slapping Fred on the arm when her, Fred and George sit down to breakfast the next morning. “You kissed?”

Fred snickers. “No. But we spoke, and it was great. Y/N L/N is actually a bit of a rule breaker.”

Ginny raises a brow, reaching across George for a slice of toast. “Shut up.”

“He’s telling the truth,” says George, at the same time Fred says, “I’m telling the truth.”

“Wow. What were they doing to break the rules?”

“Walking about after curfew. Lucky I was there, or else Filch would have had them.”

Ginny scoffs. “Because god forbid anyone be as sneaky as you two.”

“Exactly,” the twins reply.

“So what was the conversation like?” Ginny prods. She wears a distracted gaze in the hopes that Fred won’t see just how curious she really is, but Fred sees right through her.

“It wasn’t bad,” he replies. “A bit short, but that’s easily fixed.”

“So you want to keep talking to them?”

Fred raises a brow. “Of course I do.”

Ginny hums around the slice of toast in her mouth. “Cute, Fred. Cute.”

Fred opens his mouth to give a sarcastic retort, but gets abruptly distracted by the sight of you rising from the Hufflepuff table. He sits bolt upright, craning his neck to see over the heads of everybody else; you don’t spare him a glance, apparently retreating back to your usual, shy self. With your head ducked down and your books piled in your arms, you hastily make your way towards the exit.

Fred is standing up before he can even process he’s moved. Ginny and George watch him, both smiling maniacally as Fred utters a half-hearted goodbye and follows after you. He really has no plans for what he could possibly say when he finally catches up, but he’s decided to take every opportunity he possibly can.

He bustles out of the Great Hall, finding you only a few seconds after as you head back towards the Hufflepuff common room.

“Y/N!”

You freeze, spinning around as Fred jumps onto the step just below the one you’re currently standing on. He pants dramatically, clutching his chest.

“You move quick.”

You glance over his shoulder, hugging your books a little tighter. “Hi, Fred. How was breakfast?”

“Oh, good. Great, actually. I - uh - had toast.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Yeah.” He straightens up, rubbing the back of his neck; why is he suddenly nervous? “Where are you off to?”

“I have to go grab some books for my first few classes,” you reply, and Fred can’t help but note the slight tinge of amusement in your voice. “Where are you off to?”

Fred pauses; again, this was not something he necessarily thought through when he first decided to follow you out here. He really just wanted a chat, to hear your voice one more time before he was forced to go to classes.

He folds his arms over his chest as nonchalantly as he can manage, leaning against the banister. “I don’t think it’s right for a lovely wizard like yourself to be walking to class on your own; I thought I’d offer my services.”

You raise a brow, once again taking a cautious glance over Fred’s shoulder to ensure nobody is around to hear his flirtations; nonetheless, you make no attempt to stop him, which he takes as a relatively good sign. “Well, you can walk me to class if you like. I have to get my books first, though.”

Fred gestures up the stairs. “Lead the way.”

And so you do. Fred follows you all the way to the Hufflepuff common room, where he is forced to wait outside whilst you gather your belongings. His stomach grumbles, evidence of his uneaten breakfast, but he doesn’t even care right now. Not when you walk out of the common room, all smiles and nervous glances. Fred offers you his arm, and it’s with only the slightest bit of hesitation that you take it and allow Fred to lead you back through the school hallways.

“What is it like in there?” he asks.

“In where?”

“The Hufflepuff common room. Surely you can hear all the house elves rattling about in the kitchens at night.”

You shake your head. “The walls are soundproof; did you know Muggles have soundproof things as well?”

Fred raises a brow. “You’re not obsessed with Muggle stuff, are you? My dad’s into all that stuff - I’ve heard enough of it for a lifetime.”

You giggle, and Fred is fairly certain his hand starts trembling.

“No, I’m not obsessed,” you say. “I do find some of it interesting, though. The similarities between our world and theirs.”

“Are there many? Similarities, I mean.”

You shrug. Looking to the side, Fred can see your face suddenly change; what once was an expression of nerves and uncertainty is now one of interest and intrigue as Fred asks you questions on a topic you are clearly very invested in. It makes his heart lift, and he has to bite his lower lip to stop the smile from spreading and making it too obvious.

“A few I’ve picked up on,” you reply. “They still - like - wear clothes and stuff. Just different styles. And they live in houses, and go to school-”

“School? Don’t insult Hogwarts like that. Muggle school and wizard school aren’t even comparable.”

You furrow your brows, glancing up at Fred. “But they still learn.”

“Not the important stuff. Not like we do.”

“And what would you consider important?”

Fred hums, gazing wistfully into the distance. You giggle again. Finally, he says “aha!” and clicks, whirling on you. “Right, tell me this - do Muggles learn Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

You frown, grip tightening on his arm. “I don’t think so. They don’t have magic, so it would be a bit pointless, wouldn’t it?”

“Ah, but it’s important. What are they gonna do if a Dementor comes knocking on their front door?”

“There’s nothing they can do, even if they knew the basic stuff we know. They don’t have magic, Fred.”

Fred grunts. “Must be a hard life having to do everything by hand.”

“I agree.”

Fred chuckles, glancing down at you. Your eyes meet his for a fraction of a second before you bite your bottom lip and avert your gaze.

“Go on then,” Fred continues. “Tell me some more similarities. You’ve got me interested now.”

“Really?”

“Mm.”

You tilt your head in thought. “Well. . . I suppose the way their government system works is quite similar to ours.”

“Explain.”

“They have people in power. A system of higher-up’s, if you will, who control everything.”

“Is theirs as corrupt as ours?”

“Oh, definitely. Sometimes I’d even argue they’re even more corrupt than ours.”

Fred’s eyes pop open. “Blimey. How has the Muggle world not completely broken down?”

You laugh. Full-on laugh, eyes squinting closed and head thrown back. Fred can’t even bring himself to laugh alongside you, suddenly too engrossed in your enjoyment to indulge in his own.

You hiccough yourself back to reality before looking up and saying, “Surely your dad could teach you all this stuff if he’s so interested in Muggle affairs?”

“He’s interested, but he’s also a bit oblivious. Doesn’t matter how many times Harry tells him what a telephone is, he still has no idea how it all works.” Fred shrugs. “Plus, I enjoy my lessons much more when you’re teaching them.”

You stiffen, lower lip hiding - yet again - behind your teeth. You swallow thickly, and before Fred can do anything, you’re unwinding your arm from his and picking up your pace, calling a quick, “I’m gonna be late!” over your shoulder. Fred falters mid-way, staring after you with his mouth dropped open and confusion making his stomach churn.

Someone crashes into his shoulder as you round the corner. “Nice one, mate.”

“Shut up, George.”

“It doesn’t look like it’s going too well.”

“It’s - it’s going fine.” Fred curses under his breath - now you’ve got him stuttering? “They’re just a little shy. But I think they like me.”

“Oh yes, the most obvious sign of attraction - running away.”

----

Fred is beginning to get very tired of his classes.

He’s only here for the sake of his mothers sanity; god only knows how Molly Weasley would react if he showed up at the Burrow six months early, claiming he was finished with school before he’d even managed to bag an acceptable amount of N.E.W.T’s.

But he doesn’t want to be here any more. He’s getting tired of forcing himself to listen to things he only half cares about, getting tired of being told off for things that - honestly - the teachers should just be used to by now. It’s not like they haven’t seen it for the past six years.

He grunts to himself as he and George walk out of History of Magic. Yet another boring lesson that seemed to drag on much longer than necessary; all Fred has to prove he was there at all is the doodle of a cat in the top hand corner of his notebook.

“I need a sleep,” George says. “His bloody voice exhausts me.”

Fred opens his mouth to respond, but his twin brother cuts him off by slapping a hand to his arm and pointing straight ahead.

Startled, Fred looks up. Standing by the gargoyle just outside History of Magic is you, hugging your books whilst awkwardly looking back and forth, as if afraid one of the passing students is going to stop and harass you.

George snickers. “Go on, mate. I think they’re looking for you.”

Before Fred can object, get himself together, George shoves him forward hard enough to make him stumble. Your head snaps up at the sound of Fred saying “You git!” and Fred is quick to lean against the wall, look at you and say, coolly, “Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.”

You stand up a little straighter, lips twitching. “Hi. How was class?”

“Boring.” He smirks. “Much better now that you’re here, though.”

The unmistakable sound of George snorting as he passes by floats between you. You smile, giving Fred’s brother a nod before you turn back to Fred and say, “Do you fancy taking a little walk before break ends?”

Of all the things Fred expected to happen today, you asking him on a walk was certainly not one of them. It takes him a second to reply, and it’s only the realisation that you’re probably just as nervous as he is that he snaps out of it and nods.

You wind your arm through his without him having to offer; his cheeks are burning.

Together, you set off down the hall. It’s quiet for a little bit, Fred still trying to figure out what’s happening, and you inspecting each and every one of the sculptures you pass, as if too afraid to look over at Fred.

Finally, however, you break the silence. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

Fred’s stomach jolts. “What are you sorry for?”

“For how I reacted. You were just being nice and I - uh - I don’t really know how to handle that kind of thing.”

Fred perks an eyebrow, glancing down at you with genuine curiosity. “I find that very hard to believe.” Because he does. He finds it downright unbelievable that compliments are not something you have grown used to across the five years spent in Hogwarts.

You shrug. “Well, believe it. I really appreciated what you said, but I just. . . I don’t know how to respond, or if you’re telling the truth-”

“I was definitely telling the truth.”

You bite your lip. “I shouldn’t have ran off like that. It must have made you feel awful.”

Classic Hufflepuff behaviour - thinking more about other people’s feelings than their own.

“You know,” Fred drawls, “if my flirting makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

“No!”

Fred’s eyes snap down. You look back up at him, eyes wide before you realise the abruptness of your protestation and hastily avert your gaze to the floor.

“No,” you say, softer now. “I - uh - I don't think you should stop. I quite like it, actually.”

Fred smirks, keeping his eyes trained on you even as you fight desperately to look anywhere but him. “Do you fancy me, Y/N L/N?”

“Oh, give me a break, Fred.”

“I think you do.” He rubs his cheek against your own. “Just a little bit.”

You jerk away, slapping his arm. “Well, it’s not bloody difficult, is it?”

Fred falters, though his smile only widens. “What does that mean?”

You groan, pulling your arm from his yet again. Fred stumbles back, unable to help the laugh that bursts from his throat at the sight of your flustered state.

“I’m going to class,” you announce.

“You didn’t answer my question!”

“I don’t have an answer to your question.” You stand there a little longer. With a smile still beaming, Fred watches as you take a single step forward, a step back, another step forward-

And then, as if telling yourself to just get it over with, you jump forward and press your lips to Fred’s cheek. His jaw drops open, but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything before you’re spinning on your heel and rushing away, rounding the corner without so much as a wave in his direction.

Fred swallows thickly, reaching up to brush his fingers against the area you have just kissed, just like they do in those cheesy Muggle movies his mum is so fond of. He can’t believe the feeling that comes with it - his heart is going to explode.

Oh, no…

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The Hufflepuff table is boring compared to the Gryffindor table. That’s the first thing Fred notices.

Maybe it’s because his friends aren’t with him. Maybe it’s because George flat-out refused to accompany him. Maybe it’s because Fred is nervous, and he’s angry about it, because since when has Fred Weasley ever been nervous about anything?

This morning, however, he is pushed on by the memory of your lips against his cheek. That is his only source of motivation, the only reason he doesn’t flick Ernie MacMillan on the back of the head when the Hufflepuff boy turns and scowls at the Gryffindor student currently making his way towards you, sat at the very end.

You have yet to look up from your textbook. Fred takes great pleasure in wrapping his arms around your shoulders, your body jumping back against his in your shock. He leans down and chuckles in your ear, moving his head so you can see his clearly amused features.

Immediately your eyes widen. “Fred! What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d come have breakfast with you.” He waves his wand; a sausage springs up from Ernie’s plate, which he catches before biting into. “Like a date.”

You bite your lip. “Do you want to sit down?”

“Uh, Y/N?” Ernie calls over as Fred takes the empty seat next to you; he doesn’t miss the way you barely look up when you hum in response to Ernie’s - quite frankly - rude call of your name. “You know the houses have to eat together. He’s breaking the rules.”

You shyly look up. “Oh, Ernie, let him sit down…”

“Yeah Ernie,” Fred jeers. “Let me sit down, you nosy little git.”

You choke on the pumpkin juice you just lifted to your mouth, spinning in your seat to hide the amused smile growing uncontrollably upon your face. Fred grins, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Did you like that?”

“You’re impossible,” you hiss, slapping his arm. “Just ignore him. He’s got a grudge against anyone who plays for Gryffindor.”

“Yeah, I know.” Fred narrows his eyes, craning his neck a little to see over your shoulder, where Ernie sits with a scowl on his face. “He better not give you a hard time for hanging out with me, you know. You’d tell me if he was?”

You shift so you’re covering Ernie’s face and are now the centre of Fred’s attention. “Of course I would. Plus, Ernie doesn’t scare me.”

“I’ll certainly scare him if he so much as-”

“Fred,” you laugh, nudging his knee beneath the table. His eyes drift back to you, his body immediately relaxing at the sight of your glowing smile. “Calm down, okay? He’s got nothing against me - it’s you and the Gryffindor team he’s got a problem with.”

“Is that supposed to make me hate him any less?”

You shrug, plucking Fred’s hands from your shoulders and placing a hash brown between his fingertips. “He’s got a point, you know. You are breaking the rules by sitting here.”

Fred raises a brow. “Right, I’ll leave if you-”

“No!” You latch onto his arm, pulling him back to the bench as Fred bursts into yet another round of raucous laughter at how easily flustered you become. “No, you should stay. Dumbledore isn’t even looking.”

“If I was any less wise, L/N, I’d think you want me to have breakfast with you.”

“I just don’t get to see that much of you,” you mumble.

Fred coos; he’s trying so hard to keep up the fun-guy persona, putting on a mask of confidence despite the speed at which his heart is hammering in his chest at the moment. You make it so easy for him to feel this way, too easy, because sure, Fred has had crushes on people before, but never has he put himself out like this. Never has he wanted to make someone laugh so much. Never has he been so proud of being the reason for someone else’s smile.

Fred leans forward, lowering his voice. “That’s very cute.”

“Yeah, well…”

He chuckles, flicking your heated cheek before he takes a bite from the slice of toast you’re holding. You jolt upright immediately, swatting him away with a glare. “Hey!”

He licks the butter noisily from his fingers. “Yummy.”

You roll your eyes. “Get your own breakfast.”

“But yours is so much tastier.”

You grab another slice of toast from your plate and push it against Fred’s lips. He opens his mouth, takes a bite and hums appreciatively.

And then the world stops.

It really is like those scenes in those cheesy movies his mum watches all the time, where the room seems to go still and it’s like nobody else exists. Your fingers hover inches away from his face, your eyes cast to his lips where the slice of toast has just disappeared. Fred swallows, his own eyes drawn to your lips, slightly parted, so soft looking-

“Weasley! What do you think you’re doing sitting at the Hufflepuff table! Get back to where you belong right this instant!”

McGonagall grabs a fistful of his robes, pulling him up from the bench. Fred gasps, stumbling up with his eyes still locked on you. You hastily look back down at the table, pushing hair out of your eyes, trying to avoid being told off by the Deputy Head.

“Awk, lay off, Professor!” Fred exclaims. “I was having fun!”

“You were breaking the rules, Mr Weasley. You can integrate with your pals whenever breakfast has finished, but until then-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Fred grumbles, giving you one last glance. It’s to his utter relief that he sees you looking back at him, a tiny smile on your face. Fred winks before McGonagall shoves him forward, back into his seat at the Gryffindor table.

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When Fred receives your note, he is sat in the Gryffindor common room with George.

Homework litters the table in front of them, unfinished and not understood by either of them. Hermione had long since gone to bed, insisting she wasn’t going to help people who didn’t want to help themselves. And so, the twins sat up until the late hours of the night, staring at their homework with a sense of frustration building between them.

Fred feels certain he’s going to snap at any given moment; this whole school thing really isn’t working out for him nor George, and the two of them have such prestigious dreams that sitting in a classroom all day just feels like a waste of time. Maybe that’s why he can’t bring himself to properly concentrate on his lessons. Maybe that’s why neither he nor George care as much about grades as all his other siblings.

“Right, so clearly Flitwick was on something when he wrote this,” says George, scowling at his charms homework. “He didn’t even mention flying charms last lesson, so why has he-”

The fireplace suddenly erupts.

Both Fred and George jump at the sudden interruption, swivelling round in their chairs to catch a glimpse of what has happened; they both know full well the kinds of things these fireplaces can permit, and neither of them want to deal with anything too dangerous at this time of night.

In the fire, however, is not the face of a Death Eater, or anything close to such - instead, a single piece of paper sits in the ashes, Fred’s name printed in bold across the top.

The twins frown at each other. George makes a suggestive gesture, all but shoving Fred closer for inspection.

Fred stumbles, sends George a glare before he bends down and picks the piece of paper up. Immediately the handwriting is recognisable by the lazy flick of the letters, how effortlessly neat it looks. It would take Fred hours to write a note that looks like this, and yet he’s watched you scribbling notes down; this is undoubtedly your doing.

Suddenly he’s smiling.

“Oh, here we go,” George groans, noticing his twins expression. “You’re sending love notes to each other now?”

“Shut up.” Fred sinks down into one of the armchairs, reading your note thoroughly. “Y/N wants to meet up.”

“Right now?”

“Mhm.”

George raises a brow. “Have you two even kissed yet?”

Fred’s eyes snap up, cheeks heating before he can stop them. He never ever gets flustered around George, but the mention of such a thing has his stomach flipping. “Why do you care?”

George raises his hands in mock surrender. “Never said I did, mate, but the smile on your face right now would suggest at least a peck on the cheek or something.”

Fred scowls. “No, we haven’t kissed. We’re not even properly together, so drop it.”

“How does that make sense? You both fancy each other-”

“Yeah, but it’s nothing official.” Fred lazily flicks his hand, clicking his fingers so the note folds itself into a perfect square and zips into his robe pocket. “You wouldn’t understand these things, Georgie Boy. You’ve got to take it slow.”

Goerge scoffs, throwing a pencil at Fred. “Very bloody slow apparently. But I forgot, it’s a Hufflepuff you’ve got your eye on. They tend to be a bit hard-to-get, don’t they?”

Fred opens his mouth to protest, to stick up for you, but he can’t even deny the truth in George’s words; a fair amount of time has passed since the two of you first started talking, and all you’ve done is say you enjoy his company. There’s been no kissing, no hand-holding, nothing even close to being considered romantic.

Fred is okay with this, of course. He’s in that very weird head space where even just being in your presence is enough to satisfy him; he catches glimpses of you as you parade from one class to another, and that is enough until he sees you again at lunch, or dinner, or during breaks.

He sighs, pushing himself up from the armchair. “Don’t wanna leave them waiting, do I?”

George scowls. “What about our homework?”

“We’ll be fine.”

“I’m not covering for you if Flitwick asks what you were up to that’s more important than his homework assignments.”

Fred grins, not even giving a response as he clambers out of the common room and ducks into the hallways.

He knows exactly where to go, even though he’s never met up with you after hours before - not since the first time, which he doesn’t even count considering it was entirely an accident. To this day, he still isn’t convinced that wasn’t some type of dream - a Hufflepuff, out of bed after hours? Not a single soul would believe him if he told them.

Fred makes his way down the corridor and grins when he sees you standing there; you’re much braver than him. Fred, personally, feels much safer when he’s wading through the halls - it makes it more difficult for Filch to catch him if he’s not stationary. You, however, seem to have no issue with standing behind a suit of armour, waiting patiently for Fred to round the corner.

“Hola. Bonjour. Hello. Hi.”

You look round, face immediately lighting up. “Fred! Hi!”

He’ll never get used to that greeting.

“Y/N! Hi!” he mimics. “I got your note.”

“Good. Great. I was worried I did it wrong.”

“You? Do something wrong?” Fred screws his face up in an expression of mock confusion, which prompts you to roll your eyes and nudge him. He grins, stuffs his hands in his pockets and says, “Out after curfew again, eh? Have I finally corrupted you?”

“You must have,” you reply.

Fred tilts his head. “What’s the actual reason you invited me out?”

And that’s when your expression shifts.

You bite your lower lip in that way you always do, eyes darting to the ground awkwardly. Fred raises a brow, leaning forward a bit in his attempt to get you to look at him again, but you suddenly seem much too embarrassed to even be giving Fred the time of day. His stomach flips with uncharacteristic anxiety, and he can’t stop himself when he steps forward and places a gentle hand on your elbow.

“Hey. Did something happen?”

The words burst out of you in one breath. “I left my book in the bathing room and I’m too scared to get it myself but I really need it to help me sleep, so I was wondering if you could help me get through the hallways without Filch knowing and then I promise you can go back to bed and never speak to me again.”

You take a sharp breath before looking away again, apparently too embarrassed by your request to even look at him.

Fred takes a moment to reply. He has to untangle your words first, and then he has to bask in his amusement at how embarrassed you were by asking it; personally, he doesn’t see the problem. He’s happy to help. In fact, he’d be pretty annoyed if it wasn’t him you were asking.

“Alright.”

Your eyes snap up. “Really? I mean, you don’t have to, I just thought - well, you know your way around, and you’ve dealt with Filch-”

“You don’t need to explain.” He offers his arm, just as he always does. “What book is it?”

And it’s with only the tiniest bit of hesitance that you take his offered arm and allow him to guide you through the corridors he apparently knows so well; in truth, he doesn’t tend to go out after curfew all that often, because he gets all of his mischief done in the day time now. But you were indeed correct in saying he knows this place better than anyone else. He and George spent the majority of their school careers finding secret passageways and little hiding spots they could use at any given time. As he listens to you talk about the book he’s about to try and save, he recalls each and every one of these hiding places whilst keeping a sharp ear out for Filch.

The two of you arrive at the bathing rooms and Fred pushes open the door. It squeaks, and you wince, glancing at Fred anxiously; he merely places a hand on the small of your back, pushing you further into the room.

He follows, closes the door and exhales heavily. “Made it. Now where’s that book you’ve lost?”

You skitter around the edge of the massive bathing pool; it’s still filled to the brim with forever hot water, always clean despite the amount of people washing themselves within it on a daily basis. Fred stands on the edge, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watches you rush to the far side of the room, rummage around in a basket of towels before pulling a particularly thick book out from beneath them.

You look over, smiling broadly with the book pressed against your chest.

Fred raises a brow. “Happy now?”

“Overjoyed.”

You skip back over to him, pulling open the front cover to look inside. Fred leans forward, reading the confusing inside blurb over your shoulder.

“And you use this for a bit of light reading in the bath?” he asks.

Startled, you slam the book closed. “It’s good, honestly.”

“I’ll take your-”

Fred’s sentence is cut off by the sound of Filch yelling.

And it’s unmistakably Filch yelling, because Fred has heard it many, many times before. It always comes with that initial rush of panic, the realisation he’s been caught, and if he was with anybody else, that initial panic wouldn’t have even lasted. Now, however, he takes one look at your slack face, the horror swimming in your eyes, and he realises this is the first time you’ll have ever gotten in trouble with the caretaker.

A traumatic experience for anyone.

“Oh, god,” you whisper, dropping the book with a SLAM. You jump, scrambling to pick it up, but the noise only seems to draw Filch closer to the door. Fred has to think now.

He groans low under his breath, fumbling beneath his robes for his wand - a wand that has been left on the table back in the Gryffindor common room.

You jolt back up straight, hugging the book to your chest, and that’s when Fred does the one thing he can think to do right now - he grabs your arms and pushes you back, jumping into the deep end of the bath with you alongside him.

He holds you close, opening his eyes as much as he possibly can. He can hear Filch’s yelling from above, aggravated screams of “I know you’re in here! I know you’re in here! I heard you!” Fred simply pulls you closer, urging you to hold your breath for as long as possible.

But he can see you panicking, the air leaving you. He can see your lips threatening to split open so you can scream or cry or breathe, Fred doesn’t know, but he can’t let you do it. Not right now.

Without magic, there’s only one thing he can think to do.

He presses his lips to your own and pries your mouth open. He doesn’t know how this works. He read about it once in a Muggle Studies book, but he never thought he would ever actually need to pay attention to the details. He takes your relaxing body as a good sign, tightening his hold on your shoulders as he continues to breathe as much air into your mouth as he can possibly muster.

And then the door is slamming, and Filch’s screams are muted behind the gold plating, and Fred immediately lets go of you and bursts to the surface.

You follow, gasping for air, wiping water out of your eyes along with fat strands of wet hair. Fred pants, wiping his eyes roughly, trying so hard to find words for an apology but unable to gather enough breath to even think proper thoughts at the moment.

His heartbeat soars. He looks over at you; you’re already looking at him, and the entire room is silent besides your synchronised panting breaths.

You shove past the water, into his arms, and kiss him.

Fred’s eyes pop open wide, but his arms wind around your waist almost instinctively. His lips mould against yours, and once the initial shock has passed, his eyes are slipping closed and he’s falling, falling, drowning, never wanting to resurface ever again.

You pull away first. Water drips from your bottom lip, your eyelashes, your chin, and Fred has never seen a sight so beautiful. He reaches forward, swiping his thumb along your lower lip before he leans forward and gives you a final peck.

“Always full of surprises, you are,” he whispers.

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Fred watches you. Leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest, he watches as you run the towel down your face, grumbling beneath your breath about how impossible it will be to explain your soaked robes to Professor Sprout.

Fred hasn’t even stopped to properly think about how the two of you are meant to get back to your respective common rooms without someone noticing; you’ll surely leave a trail of water in your wake, and Filch is already on high alert. Despite this, Fred can only focus on the kiss the two of you have just shared, and what it means for the future.

You sigh, slamming the towel down and turning. There’s an adorable pout on your face, eyebrows furrowed, hair still soaked and clinging to your skin.

“That really was a shock,” you say.

Fred chuckles. “Just the bit where we took a swim?”

“And the bit where you saved me from drowning.”

“And the bit when we resurfaced and you-”

You groan, waving your hands in front of you as if swatting a fly. “Awk, don’t. I never do anything like that. I probably did it all wrong-”

“You didn’t.”

“Kissing is just something I never got the hang of. I’ve only done it a few times, because I don’t really tend to like people that way, but-”

“But I’m a special case?”

You scowl, deflating. “You know you are.”

Fred grins that cheeky grin of his, pushing away from the door. He wades towards you and stops only when he’s close enough that you have to crane your neck to look into his eyes. “I think you got the hang of kissing perfectly fine. You’re a bloody natural.”

You blink. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” With that, Fred leans down and presses his lips to your own. It’s only slow, slow enough that Fred can feel you melt into him, your rib cage suddenly coming against his own, your fingertips brushing delicately against his waist. It’s adorable, feeling you lose yourself like this, barely registering what is actually happening.

He pulls away just as slow, so you can feel everything when he does so. Your eyes stay closed for a second before opening, lower lip retreating between your teeth, face hot when Fred brings his hands up to your jaw.

“Does - Okay, well, stupid question, but does this make us a couple?” you ask.

Fred laughs. “If you want, yeah.”

“Do you -”

“Oh, Y/N, don’t even ask that; you know full well I want to be your boyfriend. Full. Well.”

A grin splits your face. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his middle and placing your chin in the centre of his chest. “Yeah.”

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ceo-of-daichi · 4 years ago

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Request ~ ‘Lydz! I need a Daichi fluff so bad. SO BAD. Could I request a long distance relationship with Daichi, and one day after s/o cries over the phone saying that she misses him, he decides to fly to her as a a surprise!! 😭💖 it can be a hc or drabble one-shot, whatever you’re comfortable with! Thank you bb ily ❤️’ ~ @mrs-kuroojinguji

Characters ~ Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

Genre ~ Fluff

Warnings ~ Kinda a rollercoaster of emotions... a bit of the reader crying

Word Count ~ 1.8k+

A/N ~ Haven’t written a long fic in a while so i hope you guys enjoy this!!!💛 Thank you to @scorpiosanssexy for beta reading this☺️ Also i’m so sorry this took so long for me to write Ana😫

‘I love you baby…’ You hear as you hang up your phone, tossing it to the side. Another night where you slept in an empty bed. You had lost track of how many it's been without him by your side physically. A year? Maybe closer to two? The hope that one day soon you would wake up to his warm arms around you, his breath fanning on the back of your neck. Comfort, something he automatically provided. It was in his aura, whenever he was close and sadly you hadn’t felt it in a while.

As much as you loved the UK it was far away from home, not only your family but your friends and from Daichi. The one you wished you could spend every waking moment with, someone who you could see yourself with for the rest of your life. You felt so far away from him, 5,732 miles to be exact, a number you had spent so many sleepless nights thinking about. As your head hit the pillow you figured tonight was going to be another one of those nights.

Your day seemed to drag as all you could think about was Daichi’s words to you last night. ‘I can’t come see you yet, I'm so sorry, work is piling up and with my family wanting me home I just can’t spare the time to fly over… I’m so sorry, I'm going to have to fly over in summer.’ Was what he had said, he was meant to come see you after Christmas, but as it was early into January now you had lost hope for seeing him.

It wasn’t long before both of your universities started up again for the new term, you would have to pray he would be able to come visit in summer or you could get the funds to see him. It was getting hard to be away from him, everyday the ache seemed to worsen in your chest.

Even when you both first got together, he knew that all you needed to feel better was a hug or his arm comfortingly on your back. To be pulled onto his lap so he could hold you impossibly close, you were always someone who has loved his touch. You were addicted to it. Both of you knew that it would be harder long distance yet you couldn’t bear to break up. But it was starting to prove to be harder than you anticipated.

‘You know you don’t have to continuously stir the pasta right?’ Your roommate Beth said, you wondered how long she had been watching you. Glancing at the clock you realised you must have been there for at least 40 minutes.

‘Hm? Yeah of course I know, I just like to make sure it's done… which it is.’ You replied, as you looked down at the pasta that was now basically mush in the pan. Letting out a deep sigh you drained it and put it in a bowl.

‘You’re seriously going to eat that? Oh god no [y/n]...’ She said as she took the bowl straight from your hands throwing the whole thing in the bin.

‘Hey! I like that bowl?!’ You protested as she led you to the couch.

‘Lets order takeout, I can tell you have been thinking about him again… Still no chance he can come?’ Beth asked as she scrolled through her phone for both your favourite takeout. You didn’t reply as you got lost in your thoughts once again. You didn’t realise how obvious it was that you weren’t doing well and even though Beth knows you better than anyone, she wouldn’t mention anything unless she thought it was serious.

‘He just said he couldn’t come… It's been almost 2 years since I have seen him physically, not on the other side of a screen. I miss him so much and it's starting to get harder to talk to him over the phone because everything hurts Beth… I love him so much.’ You practically word vomit as your eyes start to prick with tears.

The hurt evident as she pulled you in for a hug, letting your tears free as if they had been trapped in your ducts for years. Quickly dampening her shirt as she tried to do as much as she could to calm you down, it was no use though. ‘Do you think he just doesn’t want to see me? Maybe he’s found someone else?’ You questioned out loud as loud sobs continued to wrack your body.

‘Hey… Hey! I don’t know much about this guy, but from what you have told me he seems like a really respectable guy who loves you. Plus he’s your boyfriend so he has to be amazing! Have you thought about telling him how you feel?’ Beth asked getting up quickly to grab you some tissue.

‘No, I haven’t! I don’t want him to think I don’t trust him, because it's not that at all…’ Before you could finish sniffling out everything you had to say your phone lit up. A bright picture of Daichi from the last time you saw him covering the screen, arm around your waist and a goofy smile adorning his face. Daichi who you loved so much, who it hurt so bad to think about for no reason other than he wasn’t here. He wasn’t by your side, he was 5,732 miles away.

As you got up to go answer the phone in your room, Beth gave you a sympathetic smile and a quick mouthing of ‘tell him’. A deep sigh passed your lips as you closed the door separating you from the kitchen, you knew she was right but something was holding you back.

Cleaning yourself up slightly you finally answered the facetime call. ‘Hey baby…’ You said greeting him with a small smile. You knew he could tell you had been crying the minute he answered when his face dropped. ‘Hey baby-girl, you okay?’ He asked and that was all it took. You couldn’t keep it from him anymore, tears spilled once again from your eyes as you told him everything.

Daichi’s heart broke as he watched you cry on the other side of the screen, he wanted to gather you in his arms and tell you it was going to be okay. That you would both get through this together, however he was lost for words. He couldn’t hold you, he couldn’t even get you your favourite food to cheer you up. He wasn’t there. As you both talked it out, he couldn’t stop apologising, every ‘i’m sorry’ that fell from his lips felt so natural yet should it be?

Once you had calmed down and the facetime ended, Daichi couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head. How had he not seen the person he loved and cherished so much in almost 2 years?

The night was long and tiring for both of you, neither could sleep, plagued by thoughts of what’s next? What can either of you do to better the situation? You couldn’t dream of leaving him but what if you had no choice. It was 3:27am and you decided it was probably better to try and take your mind off the situation, falling asleep in front of the TV was better than not falling asleep at all.

A couple days passed, although you couldn't stop thinking about Daichi you had gone back to normal with him. You thought it was strange but since that night Daichi seemed a lot more upbeat, wanted to call you more and was texting you constantly. You weren’t complaining though, you loved how he seemed to be making more of an effort since you had confessed to him.

‘Wow you actually managed to cook the pasta properly this time?!’ Beth said, an amused expression on her face as she sat at the table across from you. This caused a laugh to erupt from you, she was right once again. ‘Yeah I guess things are improving huh?’ You replied as she laughed along. You had made pasta properly, not as if it was anything special but it tasted good you thought.

As you both chatted and giggled away you were interrupted by a knock at the door. ‘Did you order food?’ You question as you got up to answer, wondering who it could be at such a weird time as your eyes scanned the clock, 10:36pm. Swinging open the door your whole body froze.

His brown hair was tousled and out of place, his grey sweatpants hanging off him perfectly and although he looked tired and rushed to anyone else. You had never seen someone so handsome before, not being able to stop yourself jumping on him. Despite being exhausted, Daichi still managed to catch you in his arms. ‘You came…’ You whispered into his shoulder, taking in his scent. How you had missed his slightly woody smell, it smelt like home.

‘I couldn’t not come… It broke my heart to see you cry because of me, I dropped everything to come’ He smiled, as he rubbed your back comfortingly placing a kiss to the side of your head. Suddenly 5,732 miles didn’t feel long at all when you were in his arms, realising the exact reason you didn’t break it off with him originally, he was worth the ups and downs. Worth the long nights of falling asleep on facetime because of the time difference, worth every ‘i love you’ text and every ‘i miss you’ whispered over the phone.

As he let you down and grabbed his stuff to bring in you couldn’t help but admire him. Has he got bigger? His arms looked so much more refined and muscular, the 2 years training to be in the emergency services sector clearly having an effect on his body. Before you knew what you were doing you gripped his bicep softly, he really was stronger than before you thought.

‘You okay there baby? Something interesting?’ He chuckled as he watched your face heat up, scooping you into his arms again. Not wanting to admit you really liked the change in his body you buried your face into his neck. ‘I just missed you a lot…’ You confessed, not like you hadn’t told him this before but being held in his arms made it so much more real. ‘I missed you too princess…’ He whispered, lifting your chin to look at him before pressing his lips to yours.

It felt like a lifetime had passed since the last time your lips had met, but it was just as amazing as the first time. All fears and worries suddenly dissipated, the only thing that mattered right now was him and how much time you had to make up for.

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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“Please forgive me if I end up breaking your heart.”

jimin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.2K

a/n: I hope this isn’t too much of a mess :( as I was editing I ended up changing things and adding a bunch so I’m not sure if it flows all that well but nonetheless, here it is. This takes place a week after Jimin and Dear define their relationship in “I think we should avoid overthinking.” I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading! :))

p.s. Happy Jimin Day! I love this sweet, one of a kind man so much!! I hope he had an amazing birthday <3

p.s.s. Happy birthday @thatredwine!!! <3 Jimin’s birthday twin :( thank you so much for all of the support you give me and my writing. It’s unreal and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you found this blog. I love having you here and I just adore you. 28 is going to look amazing on you. I hope you enjoy this drabble, it’s for you <3 (it also features a bit of Joon bc you deserve it)

WITH his hand encasing yours, fingers intertwined, he dragged you through the hallway, you giggling as you he told you to hurry up.

“We have about thirty minutes, maybe more,” he told you, turning the corner, Namjoon’s studio door in sight. “Gotta hustle, Dear.”

“You’re gonna yank my arm out of its socket,” you joked, Jimin scoffing as he looked back at you with a fond smile.

“So dramatic,” he teased as he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your body and leading you backwards toward Namjoon’s studio, your hands enclosing over his slim waist as you giggled. “Remind me to get you a crown.”

“Huh?” You asked in confusion, Jimin smirking.

Suddenly, he halted, his arm leaving your body momentarily to knock on the door. “Drama queen,” he told you simply, you huffing as you rolled your eyes, Jimin letting out a light chuckle.

Knocking on the door again, Jimin’s eyes pulled together in question. You both waited in silence for a moment, hearing no “come in” or “one second”; just complete silence, which would have been fairly normal for Yoongi’s studio, but not Namjoon’s. Jimin knocked again, you both waiting for a response, still receiving none.

“Should we just walk in?” He asked, you shrugging against him. Waiting a couple more seconds, Jimin tried the knob, and when it turned, he shrugged and pulled the door open, turning his back to it as he walked backward into it, you peering over your boyfriend’s shoulder to spot Namjoon’s new but very close friend shaking out her hair as Namjoon straightened his posture in his chair, spinning around to look at his intruders.

“Oh?” You said in surprise, Jimin quickly letting you go as he turned around in suspicion.

“Oh, sorry,” your boyfriend immediately said, both of you staring awkwardly at Namjoon as he sat in his chair, his hair slightly disheveled as his friend stood beside him, her hand on her hip as if to look nonchalant. “I didn’t know you were here, my bad,” Jimin explained, the girl shaking her head as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“What are you two up to?” She asked, trying to act normal, despite you and Jimin nearly catching them in a… compromising position, despite the duo’s claim to be ‘just friends’.

“Ah, not much, I just finished recording for a bit,” he told the girl. “We’re actually just heading to do the thing I told you about,” Jimin said, directing his comment to Namjoon, the man’s eyes widening as Jimin spoke. “So I just thought I’d let someone know in case they need me sooner than they expected,” he explained to Namjoon, the older man clearing his throat as he nodded.

“Oh, yeah, cool,” Namjoon continued to nod, his friend holding back a smile. “Have fun,” Namjoon added, smirking as he caught the girl fighting her amusement.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, grabbing your hand. “You too,” your boyfriend noted with a teasing tone, Namjoon snorting as his friend slapped his arm. Leading you out of the room, Jimin chuckled to himself, you following along with an amused smile of your own.

Shutting the door behind you both, you and Jimin looked to each other with knowing expressions. “They’re just friends,” you told Jimin innocently, the man throwing his head back in laughter, falling against you adorably.

“Ahh,” he yelled out, pushing you down the hallway, “so awkward,” he did a little wiggle to physically express his discomfort at catching them as they were up to something.

“Oh shush,” you giggled, “they’re cute. And they’re taking things at their own pace, which we know all about, now don’t we,” you told your boyfriend, the man smiling as he nodded.

“Points,” he noted, you scrunching your nose at him. “Now come on, we got places to be,” he told you, you giggling as he led you to god knows where. Reaching the elevator, you gave him a skeptical look. “Just trust me,” he giggled. “Close your eyes.”

With a bit of hesitance, which was just to tease him, you shut them, allowing him to press the floor number without you watching. Stepping behind you, he placed his hands over your eyes to shield your vision from his pending surprise.

“Where the hell are we going?” You asked through your massive grin, Jimin pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Patience,” he whispered into your hair.

“I have none,” you added, Jimin giggling as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

When the elevator dinged, the door opening, he gently guided you out, you both taking a few steps forward before stopping. “Ok,” he breathed out. “We’re nearly there.” Spinning your bodies 180 degrees, he continued covering your eyes. “Any guesses?”

“I literally have no clue,” you admitted, just as Jimin’s giggles intermingled with the sounds of a door opening, street noises soon joining the mix. Hit with a rush of cool air, you gasped. “Oh my god, are we on the roof?”

Uncovering your eyes, Jimin stepped back from you as you turned around to see him standing with his arms open, the Seoul city lights shining behind him. “Surprise,” he told you softly, you shaking your head in disbelief.

“Jimin,” you cooed. “This is so cool, oh my god.” Looking around in surprise, you wondered why you had never been up there before. “Wait, I didn’t even know there was access to the roof, since when is this allowed?”

Letting out a light chuckle, he reached out for you, pulling you into him as he held you in a hug, your arms easily wrapping around his waist. “Honestly, I don’t know if it is allowed, which is why I had to tell Namjoon where we are so he can tell me if I’m needed. That way we can hurry down without getting caught,” he chuckled, you pulling away to shoot him a look of shock.

“You’re so bad,” you smiled as you teased him. “Sweet, and unbelievably amazing, but so bad.”

“Thank you,” he smirked. “Come here,” he told you, grabbing your hand and leading you further into the space, allowing you to see the little picnic basket, which you immediately recognized at Jin’s.

“Chim, oh my god, what have you done?” You asked, the man laughing in amusement by your surprise.

“We’ve been a couple for a week now, and I haven’t had time to take you out on a proper date yet,” he told you, turning to look at you. “So I thought maybe this would be a decent alternative until I can take you out.”

With the moonlight and the Seoul skyline reflecting off his face, you were able to make out his bashful expression, his nervousness etched into his pretty features. Driven by pure love and appreciation, you wasted no time in placing your hand to the side of his face, pressing your lips to his as you kissed him passionately.

Since deciding to take the step from friends to lovers, there had been a lot of kissing between the two of you, but this one felt different as you tried to pour every ounce of love and admiration and gratitude you’d developed for him, not just in that moment but over the course of your entire time knowing the man.

No man had ever respected you and cared for you the way Jimin did, and you found it easy to open up to him, which was rare for you. You’d been in love with him for so long, you forgot what it felt like to not love Jimin. And that’s what you wanted to tell him with the kiss.

You were afraid that words would never be enough. Or that you wouldn’t be able to speak the words as you meant them.

Pulling away just slightly, you pecked his lips once more before whispering, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express to you how much I love you, and I’m sorry for that.” Tears began forming in your eyes as you spoke. “But please know, you’ve changed me and my life, and I couldn’t be more grateful for you and your existence.”

Jimin let out a breath of air, as if he had been holding it in, scared of missing a single syllable of your confession. “I-“ he started, searching his overwhelmed mind for the right words. “This really isn’t much, Dear,” he downplayed the thought he put into the evening.

“It’s everything, Chim,” you assured him. “Thank you.”

“I love you,” he told you before kissing you repeatedly, you giggling at the action, the kiss becoming perfectly messy, riddled with laughter and smiles. Pulling you against his frame, he hugged you close and tightly, you exhaling into the embrace as you melted in your boyfriend’s arms. “Do you want to see what I brought?” He whispered in your ear, alluding to the picnic basket.

Pulling away from him to look at his face, you nodded. With a stunning smile, he turned away from you, releasing you from his hold as he crouched down next to the basket. Pulling out a bottle of wine, he gracefully used his other hand to model it, you gasping in appreciation.

“Is there even food in there or is it just wine,” you teased, Jimin giggling as he pulled out some insulated lunch boxes. “Wow, my boyfriend, everyone,” you noted, looking around at the city. “Incredible.”

“Jin helped me,” he exposed himself, you giggling as Jimin set the food and wine down. “I did however forget wine glasses, because I’m an idiot,” he told you as he pulled out a pair of plastic cups. “So I stole these from Yoongi’s studio.”

“Resourceful,” you complimented with a grin. “That’s sexy.” With a snort, he put the cups down, grabbing his phone and connecting it to a Bluetooth speaker before starting some music. “You really did plan everything out,” you appreciated, Jimin smiling shyly as he worked on uncorking the wine.

The song that echoed across the rooftop, fading into the night sky, was ‘Sweet’ by Cigarettes After Sex. As you swayed to the song, Jimin pouring the wine into the disposable cups, your eyes were set on him. Looking up at you, he smiled before standing, holding out one of the cups to you.

You know that I’m obsessed with your body

But it’s the way you smile that does it for me.

Jimin’s smile. There really was nothing quite like it in the world. You were obsessed with it; especially when it was directed to you, his expression full of love.

Taking the cup from him, you tapped it against his own. “To us,” you spoke softly, Jimin’s smile only widening, his eyes turning to crescents.

“To us, Dear.” Both of you took a drink of the wine, the swallows a bit larger than what most people would take. And as soon as the slightly bitter liquid slid down your throats, Jimin’s arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his body as he swayed with you.

“I still can’t believe you did all of this,” you told him, Jimin’s gaze scanning over your face thoughtfully.

Cocking his head to the side, he pulled his eyebrows together slightly. “Of course I did this for you,” he told you sincerely. “I want to do more for you. I want to give you everything.”

“You love me in a way that no one ever has,” you whispered. “With my dad,” you started, Jimin nodding in understanding, making it so you didn’t have to elaborate on your father’s absence in your life since you were young. “And my dating history,” you added, your boyfriend’s hand sliding from your lower back to your side, squeezing comfortingly. “It’s hard for me to feel worthy of you sometimes.” The admission had him shaking his head slowly at you.

“You’re worth more than what I can give you,” he assured you while also revealing one of his own insecurities. “But thank you for allowing me to try to love you the way you deserve.”

“Jimin,” you started, your boyfriend talking over you.

“I’m always going to be trying,” he told you firmly. “I promise.”

“I wouldn’t ask you for more, Chim,” you assured him. “What you can give me is more than enough. Never doubt that.”

Leaning toward you, Jimin caught your lips with his own, kissing you passionately, expressing unspoken promises into the action. You knew Jimin was very much in love with you, and though you loved him just as deeply and devotedly, you were still learning to trust yourself with someone as generous and sensitive as your lover.

Resting his forehead against your own, your hand met the side of his face as you cradled his soft cheek. “Jimin,” you breathed out shakily. “Please forgive me if I end up breaking your heart.”

You weren’t sure where the words came from. Perhaps it was the song’s bridge, repeating the lyric, “And I will gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you,” and your knowledge that Jimin would do just that for you. Or perhaps it was your internalized belief that you could never treat someone like Jimin the way they deserved to be treated. You didn’t mean to speak the words, but you realized how truly you felt them. If you broke his heart, you wouldn’t just lose a boyfriend, you’d lose your best friend. Your favorite person. Your soulmate. And it would be all your fault.

“Hey,” he interrupted your thoughts, placing a sweet peck to you lips to bring your attention to him. “You won’t break my heart.” Before you could protest, he shook his head. “No, I trust you, Dear.”

You hoped he was right.

Nodding, he smiled comfortingly at you. “I love you,” he told you for the second time that night, your lips curving into a small smile that you just couldn’t hold back.

“I love you, Chim.” The phrase had been exchanged frequently between you both but you didn’t think you’d ever tire of hearing them, or saying them.

As the song faded out, the next one starting, you rested your head against his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck in a way that made him squirm from being ticklish.

In that moment, the man who owned your heart blissfully happy, you could see the accumulating moments throughout your friendship that led you to this rooftop with him. It was as if it was playing back in your mind like a movie montage on one of those old film reels…

Your first meeting with Jimin on that October night, his birthday, his smile as bright as the street lamps and neon signs shining in the night sky; the time he brought you body wash, handing it to you as you showered, you splashing his face with water, teasing him about sneaking a peak at your naked frame; the countless times he had brought takeout and wine to your apartment after work asking you all about your day as you both downed the bottle, becoming increasingly touchier the more the alcohol influenced your actions; the night you first told him about your childhood, opening up about the absence that had impacted you throughout your life; dancing with him in the studio a few weeks prior, nearly kissing him for the first time before Taehyung barged in cluelessly, asking if you wanted to go get pancakes at 11 pm; and the night you and Jimin finally crossed the line of friendship, just a week ago after two years of holding back, hands feeling every morsel of flesh as you tried to grasp onto the reality of the moment, feeling rushes of excitement and relief, Jimin’s stunning features glowing in the low light of your bedroom as his darkened eyes focused on you and only you.

With the past two years of experiences with this man running through your head, you realized that maybe you didn’t completely trust yourself with loving him quite yet, but it was Jimin. And as much as no one had ever loved you like Jimin did, you also had never loved anyone like you did Jimin.

Placing your trust in the universe that led you into one another’s arms, and more importantly, in Jimin, and his unwavering faith in you, you realized that was enough. This moment, him, it was all enough. Relaxing in his arms, you kissed the side of his neck tenderly.

“I think you’re the end of all my endings,” you whispered, Jimin smiling as he soothed his hand overtop your hip.

“I know I am,” he said simply, you giggling at his surety as he lifted his cup to his lips. Downing the wine in a few gulps, he nodded to you, you smiling before doing the same. Taking the cup from you, he dropped them to the ground, grabbing your hand to pull you against him, leading you in a proper dance as he hummed along with the melody of a song you didn’t recognize.

Soaking in the moonlight, every touch Jimin placed upon your body felt like home while simultaneously sending a rush throughout your frame. Spinning you under his arm, you threw your head back in laughter at nothing but the bliss that came with being with Jimin in this way. Carefree and in love. So fucking in love.

Draping your hands over his shoulders, his find your waist, you sighed contently. “Thank you for always believing in me,” you sincerely expressed your gratitude for the man. His gaze was kind as he watched you carefully. “You help me see the good in myself.”

Jimin’s soft eyes scanned your features, a smile forming on his pretty lips. “I won’t stop until you see what I see,” he told you with a grin. “And even then, I won’t stop.” You giggled at the comment, Jimin pressing his lips to your cheek. “Do you think there’s another us somewhere in the world?” He asked thoughtfully, his orbs staring into yours.

Lightly chewing on your bottom lip, you hummed. “No,” you answered simply, watching as the smile on your boyfriend’s lips widened, his eyes crinkling. “Maybe that’s naïve,” you shrugged, “but I don’t think there’s anyone else on the entire planet quite like you,” you told him. “And I think we’re special.”

“I agree with that last statement,” he nodded cutely. Giggling at his adorableness, you pulled him into another kiss, the man easily falling into step with your lead, arms wrapping fully around your waist as he pulled you flush with his own stature.

With the music humming in the backdrop of the chilly night air, you basked in the rareness of your union, your lips moving against his own. It was that moment that you vowed to always fight for Jimin. Fight for your us. You promised yourself and you promised the man, though he was unaware of it, that you would battle anything that tried to come between you both. Even if it was your own mind. You wouldn’t let him slip away.

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opes-magnas · 3 years ago

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『dear youth,』- Part 01

Welcome to the first part very unplanned fanfiction (?) series, ‘dear youth,’ that we are definitely writing to get rid of our writers’ block. A part of this series will be released everytime we’re not at our best, or want portray some of our concerns, or just want to give our readers and ourselves a light read. Enjoy!

The room glowed in a comforting deep orange. Eleanor Williams was softly caressing the spine of a book about Jupiter's moons in her grasp as she sat in a cozy corner alongside her two best friends, who like wise had their noses deeply buried in their books. The Slytherin observed as one was in confusion, devastated, distraught even, as he gazed intently into his copy of 'The Dream Oracle'. Divination gave James O'Carroll a massive headache with a cherry on top, and right now, he looked as miserable as his grades. Eleanor then shifted her eyes to the other one, Althaea Farley, who look quite miserable as well. The poor pure blood was stuck trying to understand the magic of the muggles- about something they called the Internet. Althaea's face looked as blue as her uniform. Eleanor was sure she was on the verge of dropping Muggle Studies as an elective (she tried to convince her earlier, but Althaea would not listen). A small smile appeared on her face as she recalled the incident that took place a few days ago.

'Ella! You've got to help me, please!', Althaea was clutching onto Eleanor's shoulders, fingers digging deep into her collar bones. Eleanor saw this day coming, for it was an inescapable trap - one that all humans, magical or not were fated to fall into. 'I gave you access to the Internet, what do you want now?!', The muggle-born said as her mouth perked up into a smug smile, knowing all too well where this was going. 'You've got to tell me the name of this man in this organisation called K-Pop!'

There it was.

To clear all things up, Eleanor was not a hardcore fan of the genre, but found herself bopping to the songs once in a while. And as it took the muggle world infectiously, the wizard was likely to follow and being the only muggle-born in her circle, Eleanor knew she had to deal with a crazy Althaea who she opined behaved very unwisely for a Ravenclaw. The system was flawed, huh. Now, she had a picture of a random man in slick black hair shoved up in her face. 'I MADE A COPY OF HIS FACE USING A FREAKY MACHINE.'

'His name is Na Jaemin. And you used a printer.', she said. Althaea suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her eyes stared around the edge of her paper and she mumbled the word 'Printer' over and over. That's how she learnt new things. Her eyes found focus again and she stared into Eleanor's eyes and said in all seriousness -

'His smile does wonders on my stress.'

Eleanor couldn't wait to get herself out of that conversation. 'Oh yeah, it has magical properties.'

'YOU'RE TELLING ME HE'S A WIZARD?!', Althaea's eyes burned with curiosity.

Big mistake. Gosh Ella knew she conjured up a demon for herself by letting Althaea discover the Internet.

'Ella, Ella!' Eleanor was snapped back to the familiar corner in the library. She found her eyes fixated on Althaea, the smile she had earlier intact. Discomfort evident in Althaea's face. Her fingers were smudged with ink from all the writing she was doing, a small well forming into her fingers from holding her quill for too long. She finally decided to break the silence after feeling a stare coming in her way. 'I almost thought you were Peter.', she said, remembering the underclassman who was very sappily head over heels for her. If it weren't for his crappy personality, she would've found him cute.

'You were smiling creepily while staring at me, um, for about three minutes now.', she said looking at Eleanor for an answer.

'Creepy? I was clearly threatening you.', Eleanor said, trying to explain herself in a way that didn't make her seem like she was an idiot.

'Uh huh, whatever you say Ella.', Althaea said as she went back to writing her essay with misery. Yeah, that was an idiotic move, Eleanor realised. She decided to finished reading up about Europa. Her O.W.Ls were almost here in a few months, and as much as she hated studying, she wanted to do her best to become an Auror.

'Na Jaemin's smile is cute. Her best friend's smile is creepy. Gosh.', she muttered before melting into the pages of her textbook.

ii.

James, at this point, was just considering bullshitting through Divination.

He had already dropped out on Ancient Runes, and knew this was his last straw. And if you can't succeed well in something, might as well make it fun for the worthwhile. He remembered how Peter's friend Justin Brown had it worse. The Gryffindor was letting Peter off for his illegal Galleon-to-Muggle money business with a warning, when he found out that the poor 4th year could barely keep up with Divination, Transfiguration and History of Magic. Imagine being that worse off.

Oh wait, he was last year.

'I cannot believe you don't know the wand movements for these charms!', Eleanor chuckled. James was frustrated. He decided to pay attention in Defence Against the Dark Arts for once, and Charms completely slipped past his mind. 'Shh!', James pressed a finger on his lips. 'Don't let Thaea listen! She'll never quit otherwise. Can't you just help me? James was sure of the chaos he would bring upon himself if he ever told Althaea. The endless scrolls of essays, memory cards, being locked up in the library for hours, and perhaps the worst thing - an extremely stressed Althaea, which lead to further worse consequences than what the former listed would do on his free time.

'Alright, alright. I'll help you.'

James sighed in relief. Hopefully he'll pass this year. This year was barely anything. Next year, he'd face the O.W.Ls that would shape his entire future. And he would do anything to make sure that future didn't involve him on the streets.

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'How do you not know the locking spell?!', Eleanor said exasperatedly. It'd been almost two hours since the pair sat down in the Gryffindor common room. James was sat down on the floor by the couch facing the fireplace, eyes closed as he tried to recall the spell he learnt last week. The wand gripped in his left hand had barely produced any sparks the whole time.

'You know, you sound like Althaea right now.', James clicked his tongue. 'This is just too confusing to remember! Why do the spells have to be in Latin?! What happened to those rhymes?!'

Eleanor closed the book in her grasp and placed a hand on James' shoulder. She pat his back as she tried to think of words to comfort him. 'There's a reason 'buttock' shouldn't be used in the same sentence as 'lock'.', she said after a thought.

'That doesn't even make sense!'

'No no, you don't understand, I'm connecting the dots. This is why spells mustn't rhyme.', Eleanor said as she joined her fingers together.

'You're not connecting shit.'

'I've connected them.'

James stared into his friends eyes before he broke into a hysteria. He grabbed his tummy, and turned to his sides. Eleanor was actually surprised to see his eyes brim up with tears. Was it really that funny? Maybe her best friend was going insane.

'I'm a screw-up.', James stated. 'Even you're sick of me.' Something dropped in Ella's stomach. It wasn't laughter after all. 'James-', she started.

'Why's James crying?'

And when I tell you James squealed. The Gryffindor turned away immediately, wiping his tears away. Ella was too shocked to respond. She was torn between respecting James' wishes and genuinely trying to help him, which included having to tell Althaea about him. She chose the latter.

'He's afraid he's going to fail this year.', she began in a small voice. 'Can't get charms right.'

'Ella! I told you not to tell!', James croaked out. 'Thaea, I'm fine, you don't need to worry.', he got up from the floor with a sigh. His ears were a deep red from crying. And embarrassment.

'Wow James, Do you think of me as a person who's just not going to worry? Why didn't you come for help? I thought we were friends.', Althaea stated.

'We are, but you're going to worry and stuff me with books! And then you'll start talking about how unprepared you are, how you barely do any studying in the hours you're at the library and make me feel worse, and a thousand times more unprepared!', James couldn't control his thoughts anymore.

'Oh James! I'm sorry I make you feel that way,', Althaea said, blood rising to her cheeks out of embarrassment. 'I can always change my teaching methods! Come on, I'll help you out.', Althaea tried to reason. She settled down on the couch by the fireplace and opened the textbook Eleanor had previously abandoned.

'Well? Come on.'

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'OK James, you're actually doing quite well! Now tell me what the Box Blasting Charm is.' It was weird to see Eleanor be this helpful to anybody, and it made James' heart utterly thankful. But that didn't quite mean he knew the spell of course. James' eyes shifted to see Althaea gazing over in expectation.

What was that darn spell?

Althaea stood up suddenly and cleared her voice.'Ayo, Ay, this one for the boys with the boomin'...'

James and Eleanor could do nothing but stare in silence. Althaea Farley? Muggle Music? Nicki Minaj? Please, this was not her. This was the demon Eleanor unleashed.

'FINISH THE LYRIC BITCH'

'Sy-system.', James was still in quite in shock. 'System, system, Cistem Aperio! That's the box blasting charm!', he continued with a smile creeping in from both sides. He got the spell right!

'There ya go!', Althaea exclaimed. Eleanor on the other hand, was thrown into a fit of laughter. Her high-pitched cackle rang through the walls of the common room and made up for the traumatic moment the trio had just witnessed.

James was sure he'd pass that year.

And back from his flashback, James scurried on with his essay. He was supposed to write an interpretation of his dream for Divination, mostly because Professor Trelawney seemed awfully serious about failing him that semester.

'What do you reckon me becoming Head Boy in my dream means?', he nudged Althaea, just wondering if he'd get an actual response for once. She was writing down another essay for Muggle studies. Never the quitter, James thought. Althaea turned her head around to face James. 'Doom.', she deadpanned.

'You're probably right.', James nodded as he wrote it down in his essay. 'Doomsday at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,', he whispered, 'for all the students realise the facial prowess of James O'Carroll.' Thea chose ignorance. Eleanor rolled her eyes. 'Why am I your friend again?', she asked.

'That's not a question related to studying, and therefore I'm not obligated to answer that.', James replied as he scribbled down more praises about himself on the parchment. Hey, he did say he was going to bullshit through the subject.

'Who said we're not allowed to ask questions not related to books here?', Eleanor asked, 'I should be allowed to ask whatever I wish.'

'This is a library, the realm of the books and the smart ones. We'd seem like idiots if we spoke of puny friend stuff!'

'I don't think you have to worry about that, you seem like an idiot either way.', Althaea interrupted whilst refilling her quill with more ink before getting back to writing her essay. 'Good one, Thaea!', Eleanor wheezed.

'You too, Williams.'

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wildmichaelflower · 4 years ago

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You’re All I See (Lyric taken from Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat)

Pairings: Ashton x Calum x AFAB Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Oral (Man receiving, man giving), Gentle vaginal sex between man and woman, gentle anal sex between man and man, Protected sex in a newly established relationship, Swearing, Mentions of beverage and food consumption

Word count: 2,622 words

Author’s note: I got @spicycal for this month’s fic event and I’ve had so much fun writing this piece! I hope you enjoy and it lives up to what you were expecting! 💖 And thanks to @h0tsos and @maluminspace for working with everyone and organizing the event!

It was a tradition the boys had that they had a small get together with their close friends a week or so after coming back from tour, and it was to no one’s surprise that Ashton invited you. You had met him and Calum at your favorite coffeeshop, and the three of you had hit it off since. You were close to Luke and Michael, but it was nothing compared to the connection you had with the other two.

When you arrived at Calum’s house, you left yourself in, greeting Duke as he trotted to you.

“Hey bud!” You grinned and bent down to scratch his head, “Where’s your pops?”

“Here,” Cal grinned as he slid the back door shut, “Everyone’s out by the pool, I came to grab drinks.”

You nodded, standing up again and following him to the kitchen, grabbing the beverages before following him, being mindful of the small dog near your feet.

“Hey, you’re here!” Ashton beamed from his spot on one of the lounge chairs as you passed him his drink.

“Yeah, you think I’d pass up a chance to swim in Cal’s pool?” You teased, smirking at the man in question.

“Ha ha,” Calum rolled his eyes sarcastically but returned your grin, taking a sip of his drink as he relaxed on the chair next to Ash, petting Duke as he laid by his side.

You laughed, waving hello to Luke, Michael, and their partners, before going to set at the edge of the water, dipping your feet in. Michael kissed Crystal on the cheek before jumping into the pool, moving his hair out of his face before swimming closer.

“Hey you,” He grinned, “Glad we could join us.”

“’Course! Had to catch up with my boys after their ventures!” You smiled as Crystal and Sierra got in too, “How was tour, by the way?”

“Incredible, there’s no manifesting the energy of a show anywhere else.” Luke grinned before pulling off his shirt and slid into the water.

Ash nodded, “But it’s nice to be home, in our own beds.” He smiled at you briefly, before sharing a look with Cal, who nodded.

“And with the people we love.” He looked at you before standing up, pulling his shirt off and joining the others in the water.

You looked, respectably of course, but you couldn’t help but admire the work he had been putting into his arms, or the way the water made his chest gleam. You hadn’t noticed you were staring until Michael looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

Ashton came to sit by you shortly after, kicking water in your direction, sparking a lighthearted between the two of you and you declared yourself the winner when reached too far into the pool to scoop water to splash you, falling in instead.

“Laugh now, but I declare a rematch later,” He grinned before swimming to the stairs, getting out to pull of his wet shirt. You bit your lip as you watched, taking in how golden he looked in the sunlight. He caught you staring and sent a winking before sliding back into the pool.

Standing up, you went to find your drink, taking quick gulps to empty the can. You announced you were going to get another one and Michael offered to follow you to get refill for himself and Crystal. You threw the used metal in the recycling bin before the two of you headed inside. You barely stepped foot in the kitchen when Michael asked,

“So when are you making your move?”

You froze and shook your head, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” He rolled his eyes, “I saw the way you watched Cal and Ash in the pool.”

You blushed and bit your lip, “We’re just friends.”

“Right, so you stare at me and Luke like that too? We’re flattered babe, but you’re taken,” He winked, teasing you.

You shook your head, laughing lightly, “No, I don’t..” You sighed and leaned back against the counter.

Michael watched you, both of you turning to the door as it slid open.

“Hey,” Luke walked in, “Is this the part where we tell you to talk to Ash and Cal?”

You blushed and whispered, “Is it really that obvious..?”

“To everyone but them, yeah.” Luke chuckled, “But to fair, their affections are obvious to everyone but you too.”

“What are you talking about? They just see me as a friend.” You looked up at him.

“And you just proved his point,” Michael grinned.

Luke nodded, “And let’s not forget the way the guys look at each other,” He turned his gaze to you, “You three clearly have shown there’s sexual attraction to each other, but there’s also a different way you all interact with each other. The three of you could be happy together, you just gotta have that conversation.”

You sighed and nodded, “You’re right..” You bit your lip before asking, “Have you had this kind of conversation with the guys?”

“At least three times a week during tour,” Michael rolled his eyes, annoyed, “And they kept saying ‘maybe when we get back’ and ‘mind your own business’. Luke and I knew we had to talk to you too about it, hoping you’d listen and to let you know that they had a crush on you too.”

“Ok..” You softly smiled, “I’ll talk to them before I leave.”

Luke and Michael, patted you on the back, then headed back out after grabbing their desired drinks and snacks.

The rest of the afternoon slipped by, and you and Ash were helping Calum clean up, Duke watching and yawning from his spot under the lounge chair.

“Thanks for the help,” Calum grinned as he stuffed opened wrappers into a trash bag, “I love having everyone over but the cleanup is always a hassle.”

“’Course mate, you know we love you..” Ash widened his eyes before correcting himself, “Love to help you, I mean, he chuckled nervously.

Calum blushed and smiled sheepishly as he tied up the bag, but you saw this as an opportunity to start the conversation.

“What if the three of us got together?”

Both boys dropped their garbage bags and stared at you.

“Wow, no beating around the bush huh?” Calum chuckled but nodded, “That’s something I thought about to.”

Ashton nodded, “I’ve had feelings for the both of you for the longest time, but was worried about screwing up our friendship, or having to choose between the two of you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “I want you both, always have, and not in just a sexual way.” You blushed, “Although there’s been some thoughts there too.”

Both boys chuckled and smirked at each other, then back at you.

“Before we do anything, romantically or sexually, we need to get all clarification out of the way.” Ashton looked at the both of you, watching as you nodded in agreement.

You three finished cleaning up before heading inside and heading to the living room, Duke following behind before finding one of his toys. You three discussed the relationship and its possibilities, agreeing that it would a poly relationship, with all the benefits, and you would keep it private until you fell into the flow of the relationship.

You bit your lip, nervous, before standing and kissing Ashton gently, grinning as he reciprocated before pulling away to include Calum.

When both boys pulled away, they had a gleam in their eye, and you admired the moment between the three of you before you were scooped up by the younger man. He carried you to his bedroom while Ashton followed.

You smirked and teased, “No beating around the bush huh?”

He chuckled and laid you on his bed, kissing you passionately, “We spent months ignoring our feelings, why hide them any longer?” He gently kissed your neck, rubbing your sides and smirking at the moans escaping from your lips.

Ashton watched, leaning against the doorframe, trying to find the best spot to come in before kneeling beside the both of you on the bed, giving Calum’s curls a light tug.

You both grinned at the groan he emitted, and the older man bit his lip before whispering, “Wanna feel those moans on my cock as you suck me. That ok with you?”

“Oh fuck yeah..” Calum grinned as you watched Ashton stand and slowly, teasingly, pull his trunks down.

The curly haired man let out a groan as Ashton’s cock came into view, getting on his knees and licking his tip.

“Fuck!” The older man locked eyes with Calum, biting his lip as he took more of him in his mouth.

You bit your lip and pulled your bikini bottoms down, getting turned on between watching the two men.

Ashton smirked as he watched you, moaning as his cock hit the back of Calum’s throat, “You wet pretty girl? Give us a show, rub your clit.”

You nodded, quickly following his request and letting out whimpers of pleasure.

“Good girl,” He smirked before gripping Calum’s curls, “And you, pretty boy,” he stopped to let out a moan as the younger man squeezed his balls, “Have me so damn close. Get me to cum and I’m sure pretty girl will return the favor,” He winked at you before throwing his head back in pleasure as Calum bobbed his head faster.

You groaned at sight and began to finger yourself, starting out slow but quickly building up speed as Calum dug his nails into Ashton’s thighs, preparing to swallow his load.

Almost on cue, Ash let out little gasps as he let go, watching as the other man swallowed everything before pulling off.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” Ashton panted, helping Calum to his feet before giving him a passionate kiss. Calum grinned against his lips, before pulling him closer and tilting his head back as the dark haired man nipped and sucked on his neck before pulling away and turning to you, who was on the edge of giving yourself an orgasm.

“Aw, poor pretty girl,” Ashton pouted teasingly, “Having to pleasure yourself.”

You whined, “Please Ash, need you both so bad..”

He chuckled and watched as Cal grab condoms from the bedside drawer, passing one over before ripping the package open carefully and sliding it on.

The blonde man moved closer to you, gently pulling your fingers out of your heat then slipping them into his mouth, letting out a small groan.

“Damn, the two of you together is amazing,” He smirked and licked his lips, “Gonna need to get more than a sample later,” He winked before kissing you and lining himself up at your entrance.

“Are you ready for my length lovely? I’ll go nice and slow,” He whispered, stroking your cheeks.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly, pulling away to moan as he slipped into you.

“Fuck lovely,” He praised, “You feel amazing..” He groaned as he waited for you to get comfortable. You squeezed his biceps to indicate you were ready for him to move, and he started his slow thrusts, holding you close as he made love to you.

Your other lover sat the end of the bed, watching with adoration at the scene in front of him. You looked at him pleadingly, hoping he would join beside you, and as if he could read your mind, he laid beside you, kissing you and rubbing your clit as Calum made his claim on your neck while you two made love. You whimpered in pure bliss, turning your head to watch both men show their adoration and it wasn’t long before you reached your high.

“Calum, Im- I’m gonna..” You groaned, clenching around him and slowly dragging your nails down his back.

“I know baby,” He smiled, listening to how your body moved for him, “Let go whenever you need, I got you.”

You clenched the sheets as your high approached, mumbling Calum’s name like a prayer. He groaned and Ashton kissed you both as he pulled out.

The three of you lay together in a sweaty, close cuddle, before you whispered, “Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t cum, Cal.”

He blushed, “Well, I was close, but was worried about going to far, and-“

“Make love to me then,” Ashton smiled, looking at him, “Your pretty mouth made me cum, let my ass do the same.”

Calum bit his lip and nodded as he pulled the old condom off carefully, throwing it away before taking the one he offered Ashton earlier back. Opening the package, he slipped the one on and kissed the older man.

“I’ll be gentle, of course,” He smiled, before standing up, letting the other man get into position.

You pulled your bikini top off, smiling as Ashton kissed both nipples before kissing you, “Hey pretty girl,” He whispered, watching as you made your lips down his neck and chest.

Calum watched as he applied lube to his cock, “Help him get relaxed lovely..” He gently rubbed some on Ashton’s hole, watching as he shivered.

After a few minutes of receiving gentle kisses and touches on various parts of his body, Ash nodded, “OK, I’m ready,” He gripped the sheets in preparation, smiling in appreciation as you kissed him.

You felt a gasp between your lips as Calum eased into the older man, biting his lip as he gauged his reaction.

“Holy fuck,” Ashton’s voice was caught in his throat, but he grinned in ecstasy. When he was adjusted to the younger man’s size, he instructed him to move.

Nodding, Calum began to thrust, groaning at how amazing the feeling was and realizing how lucky he was to have known both of you so intimately. Not to feel left out, you left kisses over Ashton’s body, making sure to leave a mark or two to find later. You only pulled away when you heard panting, watching as Calum approached his high.

“Fuck babe,” He groaned and clenched his eyes shut, “I’m so close!”

Ashton gripped the sheets, grinning, “Go ahead and let go pretty boy, make sure you make those noises we love so much.”

Calum’s pants continued before he let out a whine, his thrusts slowing down as he released into his condom. His legs buckled and he slowly sank to the floor, watching Ashton slowly move closer to you, the both of you making out before you went to get wet rags for everybody. Ashton helped his other lover to the bed, letting him discard the condom before pulling him in for cuddles. You came back, passing out the damp cloths and helped your two men get clean before joining in on the cuddles. You closed your eyes, feeling sleep take over but opened them when you heard Calum speak up.

“That was incredible, both of you. I’m glad we did this and had that conversation,” He smiled tiredly, snuggling more into Ashton’s chest.

You nodded, smiling softly and whispered, “I just hope this doesn’t end soon,” you bit your lip, laying your head on the older man’s stomach.

Ashton wrapped his arms around the both of you, “You’re all I see, when I think of the future, both of you are. I see us holding each other close, coming home from tour and being in the same house so we can cook together, shit, maybe even getting another dog,” He chuckled as his lovers looked up excitedly, kissing their foreheads, “But for now, let’s rest. Luke wants to go for a run in the morning and I gotta make sure I’m up in time to cover these marks.”

“Let him see them,” You mumbled, “It could be proof that his and Micahel’s words finally got through.”

Ashton and Calum chuckled, snuggling closer as you all drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Could I get uhhhh some headcanons for slashers with an s/o that loves to sing? Maybe Vinny, Jason, and Brahms at least? :3

I’ll do it for all the slashers I write for lol, I have so much free time and want to do a big ‘ol headcanon post :3

⚠️ THIS IS A LONG ONE. JESUS I WROTE SO MUCH. ⚠️

Slashers with an S/O who likes to sing headcanons

Vincent Sinclair

The first time Vincent heard you singing in the shower, he’d stop dead in his tracks. His first thought would be ‘how could someone sound that angelic?’. It would take him a moment to realize it was really you who was singing that beautifully.

He’d be too shy to confront you about hearing your voice. He knows that if you ever found him singing he’d be humiliated.

Finally you catch him listening in, and he’s mortified that you’ll hate him. When you actually offer to sing for him whenever he wants, his heart melts.

Now, he’s asking you to sing while he works instead of listening to his usual music while still making sure you don’t lose your voice.

Your singing helps him get to sleep, too, so when he’s having bad insomnia he’ll ask you to sing to him and it works every time.

Bo Sinclair

He’d hear you singing one day when he came home early from working at the station. He’d come and find you in the kitchen, then he’d lean against the doorway and wait for you to notice him.

When you do, the nervous smile you give him makes his heart flutter. He’d say something along the lines of ‘that throats good for more than just one thing, huh?’

He’d ask you to sing from time to time, but you’ll usually just start singing on your own, and every time you do he makes the same dirty joke, or some similar variation of it.

When he’s bored he’ll hum with you, but he’ll never sing. Unless you somehow get him drunk, then he’s a kareoke GOD.

He’ll never admit to it, but his favourite moments ever are when you sing him to sleep. He gets bad insomnia from time to time, and when he does get it, it’s really bad. You help him a lot, and these are the times you’ll usually get a few moments of calm singing along from Bo.

Lester Sinclair

Absolutely amazed when he hears your voice for the first time. How can anyone sound that perfect??

He’ll yell at Bo and Vincent to ‘shut the hell up and stop ruining the music’ whenever they make any noise at all if you’re singing.

He’ll start wanting to bring you around when he’s working more. The music on the radio all sounds the same, and it’s all distorted because of its poor signal. Your voice is 10x better and it’s clear.

He’ll sing with you from time to time but he’s a lot more self conscious about his voice than you are, so it’ll take some buttering up before he gives in.

Praises your voice 24/7, even if you aren’t singing. His opening line when the two of you run into anyone new on the road is ‘this is my girlfriend, her voice is really something!”

Michael Myers

As silent as a mouse, Michael had arrived silently in your shared home at unholy hours of the night. He expected you to be fast asleep, but instead he heard your voice dancing through the hallways. He’d creep upstairs and approach your room, emerging from the shadows to listen closer.

He immediately falls in love with you voice, he didn’t know you could sing like that. His mother used to sing to him as a child, so your voice brings him back to his past when he was loving and human.

It brings out his domestic side and makes him really want to cuddle you. He’ll lay his head on your chest and listen to the vibrations of your voice as they leave your mouth.

He won’t make a sound, afraid to prompt you to stop. He’ll listen for as long as you can sing.

Your voice calms him in instants. In the middle of a heart argument? Sing, and he’ll calm right down and rarely even apologize.

Jason Voorhees

You’d be singing one day while walking ‘alone’ in the forest (of course he’ll follow you, he has to keep you safe), and his heart will implode instantly. He’ll follow behind you as long as it takes for you to notice him, and then he’ll ask you to sing again by tapping your throat gently.

He loves the way your voice sounds when it echoes through the big, empty forest. He’ll take you on walks daily, thinking that’s the only time you’ll sing for him.

Sooner or later he wills up the courage to ask you to sing for him at home. You’re glad to, and you sing while he holds you tightly in his lap, rocking the both of you back and forth to the tunes you create.

He doesn’t let you sing when trespassers are on the property. Your voice is only for him, not scum like them.

He’ll come back from his hunts covered in blood and seething with rage and adrenaline that only your singing can soothe.

Brahms Heelshire

Your voice will get him to reveal himself sooner. He’ll be watching you through the walls as you sing to his doll persona, and he’d accidentally start to sing along as well, scaring your half to death.

After you’ve come to terms with the real him, music time would be switched with singing time, and both of you would sing together.

Brahms adores your voice, and tries his best to use a voice that matches it well. He plays piano as you sing, too.

If it were possible he’d want you to sing forever, but he’ll settle for the designated singing times, and the odd time you’ll sing while making dinner or going to sleep.

You can use your voice as a bargaining chip. “Oh, you won’t shower? Then you’ll get sick, and that’ll get me sick and I won’t be able to sing!” It works every time.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

You’d be singing in the car when Billy suddenly shuts off the radio. You’d obviously stop singing and he’d look like a hurt puppy. “Why’s you stop your singing, beautiful? I didn’t want that crappy radio to ruin it.”

Stu would lean on your shoulder, flashing you puppy dog eyes that match those belonging to Billy. You’re a little nervous at first as they stare expectantly, but soon they’re humming along and hugging you tightly.

Billy would never touch the radio again, nothing rivals your voice so he doesn’t care for it.

Stu would ask you to record your singing so he could listen to it whenever he wanted.

Both boys would insist you sing whenever you’re cuddling or trying to sleep. There’s no escaping their pleas, they will act like they’re dying if you don’t sing.

Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson

The moment he heard you mumbling to your music under your breath he asked you to sing a little louder. He’d known you’d be a great singer since your normal voice was so pretty already.

He’ll give you his expensive recording equipment so you can record your singing for him, and he’ll listen to it during his hunts. It’s his new favourite genre of music.

He starts to be somehow more clingy. He’s always with you, asking to hear that pretty little voice of yours.

He’ll sing with you, even if he isn’t as good as you are. There’s no one to hear you in his hidden shack, so you can belt your lungs out til your throats are sore.

And that’s exactly what he’ll do. He’s horrible at limiting his volume, so he always has a sore throat after the two of you sing together.

Norman Bates

Wow. W o w. He’d be completely stunned, froze in place. You’d realize he was staring and he’d feel horrible, rushing out that he was just admiring your gorgeous voice, and then he’d be more ebarassed by voicing his thoughts.

Your voice would be his new favourite thing. He’d do anything to hear you sing, bringing you breakfast in bed, doing all of the house cleaning, etc.

His ideal date would be a dinner that ended with your singing and dancing, simply swaying side to side as your voice set the perfect romantic vibe.

He’d become much more affectionate and confident when you’re singing. Your voice makes him feel romantic.

He’ll close his eyes and take in every note, every change in pitch, memorizing your perfect music.

Bubba Sawyer

He’d stop what he was doing almost immediately. It doesn’t matter what it was, your voice shifting in the angelic way it was, that was more important to him.

Your singing is the ultimate way to calm him when’s he’s sad, scared or angry. Yelled at by Drayton? Some tunes will help! Hurt by a trespasser? Don’t worry, you can heal him with your voice!

God forbid he ever gets sick, you’d be held at his side, singing until he was 100% better. Surprisingly, your voice actually seems to help him get better soon.

Bubba’s brothers like it too, save for Drayton. He’ll act like he doesn’t like it, but it’s better than whatever crap ChopTop likes to play.

Bubba will apologize forever and ever for the fact that he can’t sing along. No matter how many times you say you understand he still feels bad

(It says I reached the image limit, so no gifs for these last two :/)

Thomas Hewitt

He thought he’d never care for music until he heard you. He always thought music would give him headaches like the loud buzzing of his saw sometimes does, but then he heard you.

You actually soothe his headaches tremendously.

He has no idea how you get your voice to sound like that. His is so deep and rough and he has no idea how to control it like you can.

He’ll try to have you teach him but when he finds out you can’t because you sing a completely different octave he’ll be a little bummed.

He’ll settle for listening to you whenever he feels too tired to work or whenever his skull pounds with pain.

Billy Lenz

He’d heard you sing drunk kareoke with your friends, but he’d never heard you sing so... beautifully. Billy would wonder why you don’t sing like that more often.

He’d crawl from his usual home in the attic to ask you to sing more. You saying no here is the one time he’ll respect you going against his wish without a tantrum, but if you say yes he’ll drag you to the couch and burrito you both in blankets together.

He’ll sing along as best as possible, though he can’t flow between words like you can.

When he’s having a mental breakdown he’ll drag himself from the attic, a crying, sobbing mess, and he’ll crawl into your bed with you. You know immediately what he wants, and you hug him tightly, singing quietly as he calms.

When you sing he feels more sane, more grounded, as if you’re reversing all of the bad things that have happened in his life. He feels like a normal man with a perfect S/O.

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1 of 1 (SHINee) - liveblog reaction

I am once again liveblogging my reaction to a SHINee album: 1 of 1, as recommended by @subtextread (MONTHS ago at this point, my bad). I haven’t heard any of these songs before.

Prism - Kind of a smooth opening. I like this percussion coming in. Nice mixing on the vocals. Interesting rhythm. This song is fine (I don’t dislike it) but it’s not really holding my attention. Interesting to think that this is a 2016 release, so coming out around the same time as NCT’s debut. Very different sounds. It must be so interesting to be inside the SM creative direction meetings or whatever they’d be called. I like this piano not-exactly-a-break at 2:20.

1 of 1 - So this has to be the title track, based off the title lol. Kind of an old school vibe. I like the drums, and this (there is some guitar sound description term beginning with C that escapes me, I’m sorry, I’m so out of musical practice) bass? synth. Digging the harmonies on the chorus. I like this section at 1:16. Who is it? (Edit: it’s Minho! Is this the first time I’ve had a reaction to one of his sections? I think so.) I like this more than “Prism,” but it still doesn’t hugely hold my attention. I think I’m just really into dance beats these days.

Feel Good - I like this instrumental opening. I like the build. It sounds like it’ll be interesting. Oh, the vocals are much slower/softer than I expected haha. Once again, I like the percussion: the low kick with the claps sound good with vocals. This is a slow song, not really a dance beat, but I am still liking it. Oh, it’s picking up a little. I do like this. The beat is still pretty driving. Whoever sings the “it’s you-ooh-ooh... it’s true-ooh-ooh” bit at 1:35, I like your voice. (Edit: it’s Onew.) Yeah, the chorus makes me want to jam out. My shoulders are bouncing. I like the contrast of the long notes vocals and the more spoken / shouty “I can make you feel good.”

Don’t Let Me Go - Oh, those vintage crackles. These vocals are all quite lovely. I like the harmony. I don’t have strong feelings on this song, but I’m enjoying it. It’s kind of easy-listening. Voice at 1:34 is especially nice, I think. (Edit: Jonghyun.) I like when they add some backing vocals that almost harmonize with small sections of the rap. I like the piano in the instrumental. Ooh, I really like this rain sound effect at the end.

Lipstick - You know, so far, all of the songs have felt very thematically cohesive, like, genre-wise. Like sometimes, kpop albums feel like they have a wide range in the way the songs sound, but this one all really feels like the songs are from the same era / genre. In this case, it’s this smooth sort old school vibe. Warm colors. Gosh, I always love SHINee’s harmonies. This rap in the lower register is nice, very different from the style of rap you get with NCT songs and I’m liking it.

Don’t Stop - This is a promising instrumental opening. Is this Taemin singing the first lines? I like this style of synth a lot. “Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.” It could just be my headphones, but I feel like the vocals are mixed too loud on the chorus and really drown out the instrumental. Hello, the voice at 1:33 – very enjoyable. (Edit: Key.) I hope the bridge is really different sounding, because this song is getting a little boring. Huh, the bridge wasn’t as different / attention-catching as I was hoping, but I do think it’s interesting (and makes sense) that they went for a rap bridge given how vocals-full this song is. I don’t love how the synth changes right before the end. It’s a little too harsh for my ears.

SHIFT - Arpeggios, my beloveds. Whoa, hey, it’s a dance beat. I genuinely wasn’t expecting on this album haha. The beat and instrumental has a kind of techno feeling to it, and I have a huge soft spot for techno so I’m into it. The vocals sound so good, all of them – especially the begging vocals I think. I like this bridge with the harmonies and a sort of backing off of the instrumental. My neck is very sore and I am rolling it around to this beat and feelin’ it (in a good way haha). I liked this one a lot!

U Need Me - Okay, I’m expecting ballad from this title. Okay, this is not a ballad instrumental. This is so interesting. 30 seconds in, I’m diagnosing this song with “the more times I listen to it, the more I’ll fall in love with it.” This vocal style is really interesting; the quick delivery then sustained notes is simply interesting for the ear to listen to. I’m sorry for how many times I’ve used the word “interesting” to describe this song, but it’s the word that best fits my feelings on it! Smoother bridge, yeah that checks out. Okay, rap section, I hear you and I respect you. I love the variety throughout this song.

So Amazing - The flow of the vocals is very boy band. “One step, one step. Two steps, two steps.” This is a fun song. No strong feelings on it thus far. Actually, I feel like it’d be really interesting to hear just the instrumental of this song; there’s a lot of little pieces to it. The vocals are great too, very strong. Digging the instrumental break at 2:33. Did they ever perform this song live? If so, I bet they did something fun with the choreography in this spot. I like the acapella ending notes.

Bonus:

Tell Me What To Do - This song is off the repackage, which Mishal did not recommend, but she did suggest listening to this song off of it, so here we are. Oh, this is a very different sound from the other songs. I love the way the instrumental notes hit then get a little stronger instead of fading. Idk the technical term for that. It adds such a lovely feeling of building. I like this! It has a kind of a coming-of-age movie soundtrack vibe, which can be hit or miss for me, but it’s definitely hitting with this song. Wow, the vocals are so powerful on the chorus. This isn’t my favorite rap, but I will look past it because of how much I’m enjoying the rest of the song. Something about the rhythm of the, like, pre-chorus (idk maybe it’s a part of the chorus) vocal delivery feels very SHINee to me.

Favorite Songs: “SHIFT,” “Feel Good,” and “Tell Me What To Do.”

#e liveblogs SHINee #SHINee #e has thoughts

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a-blue-secret · 4 years ago

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PROLOGUE

BACK TO MASTERLIST

Teaser | Prologue | Chapter I

GENRES: royal au; fantasy au; magic au; friends-to-enemies-to-lovers; king!beomgyu, vizier!taehyun

PAIRING: taegyu

WARNINGS: mild swearing

WORD COUNT: 2.1k+

AN: finally (finally!) I get to give you guys the prologue!! Hope you enjoy and please feel free to drop me an ask if there's something in the story you'd like to have clarified.

SUMMARY: Best friends turned enemies, Kang Taehyun has managed to trick Choi Beomgyu into his service, and to rule for three years and four months and nineteen days, until his youngest brother would be old enough to take the throne. Choi Beomgyu has no intention of being obedient however, and tries to thwart Taehyun’s orders at every turn. With a growing amount of distrust and lies within the court, will Taehyun manage to keep the kingdom of Gojongja from falling apart?

“Choi Beomgyu?” a lord said. “Is that really you?”

Beomgyu gritted his teeth, before plastering a fake smile on his face and turning around to greet the man. “Hello, Jeongin.”

“Wow! You’re back, huh? I can’t believe it! It’s been, what, five years since you left court? What brings you back?”

Taehyun suddenly appeared at his elbow, smiling an even faker smile. “He’s here with me,” he said, putting his hand inside the crook of Beomgyu’s elbow. He smiled up at Beomgyu. “I was so nervous about the crown handing today, that I just had to have my best friend with me.”

Jeongin frowned. “But I thought you guys hated each other?”

Taehyun had been prepared for this question, but on actually hearing the words he halted; the phrases he’d planned in response suddenly disappeared from his memory. “I- I… no we-”

Beomgyu let out a casual laugh. “You’re mistaken, Jeongin! We never hated each other.” He leaned over and bopped a confused Taehyun’s nose. “In fact, quite the opposite, isn’t it?” When Taehyun didn’t reply, he looked back up at Jeongin and bowed his head slightly. “Well, it was very nice to speak to you again, Lord Jeongin. But if you’d excuse us, I’m sure Taehyun would like to get away from all this bustle.” Beomgyu bowed his head again before sweeping away, Taehyun still clinging to his arm.

Thoughts were swirling around in Taehyun’s brain as Beomgyu expertly guided them through the crowd. This was why Beomgyu was the perfect person. Not only was he of royal descent, making him have more of a chance of the crown accepting him, but he was an expert sweet-talker and knew how to use his silver tongue to his advantage to navigate around awkward situations. Also it didn’t hurt that he was incredibly handsome. He fit right in within the court.

Taehyun came out of his thoughts to find Beomgyu had taken him to a hidden alcove between two pillars, out of sight and hearing range.

“Taehyun,” Beomgyu said in a low voice. “Kang!”

“Wh-why? What?” Taehyun huffed in irritation. “What are we even doing here? The Crown Handing is soon. We need to get back.”

“Are you sure it’ll let me?”

“Yes,” Taehyun responded impatiently. “Just do what I tell you and it’ll be fine.”

“I have no choice but to do what you tell me,” Beomgyu retorted, rolling his eyes. “I’m in your service for a year and a day, aren’t I?” He glowered at Taehyun. “Why did you need that extra day anyway? What are you going to do with it?”

Taehyun didn’t want to admit it was more of poetic choice on his part instead of a logical one, so instead he just sniffed haughtily at Beomgyu. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said. “Now come on. The Crown Handing is going to start any moment and you need to get there before one of those stupid Lords claim they have any trace of royalty in their royal-less lineage.”

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“Tonight is a momentous occasion,” the King announced. “For it is today that I will name my heir.”

Taehyun grimaced. He knew who it would be. With his elder brother definitely not being the favourite of his father, and his sisters seen as too whimsical to take the throne properly, and himself… not able to rule for reasons even Taehyun didn’t want to admit to himself, the outcome, to him, was completely obvious.

“My sons, come here.”

Taehyun, Jiwon, and Junghoon stepped forward, with Junghoon wobbling slightly on his young feet.

“Kang Jiwon.” Jiwon bowed his head mockingly as his father spoke his name. “As my eldest, you are no doubt the one with most experience within this world. You have grown more than anyone else.” The court snickered a little. Everyone knew he meant that he’d done things which no self-respecting royal would ever do.

“Kang Taehyun.” Taehyun lifted his head and stared proudly back at the king. “Your wisdom and knowledge is to be greatly feared and respected. Considering how youthful you are compared to my children, this is something that should never be overlooked, if you acquire any position of power.” The wording of this seemed to suggest that Taehyun would be named the successor, but Taehyun knew better, choosing to stay silent and bow his head in respect.

“And Kang Junghoon.” The youngest Kang blinked at the elderly man with his innocent eyes. “You are at the tender age of eight, and yet you still qualify, don’t you?” Junghoon just beamed back at his father. “Well, I have no doubt that you will make a fine ruler. It is in your blood, after all.”

The King raised his eyes to look at his court.

“The time has come for me to choose my successor.” King Seohu said regally.“I, Kang Seohu, name Kang…. Junghoon as my successor.”

There was silence in the court. Then, quiet murmuring broke out within the crowd. The ladies all wondered, why would the king name his youngest son to be his successor? Why not Kang Taehyun, or even Kang Jiwon? The lords and generals however, began to scheme. A young boy on the throne… he could easily be corrupted, couldn’t he? And then, they could technically rule themselves. It was all a matter of timing- volunteering to perform the Crown Handing before anyone else.

King Seohu cleared his throat, causing the chittering to die down. “Who would like to have the honour of performing the Crown Handing?”

Taehyun held his breath. Beomgyu, please.

“I will!”

Beomgyu’s voice rang out loud and fast, cutting in before anyone could object. King Seohu raised his eyebrows.

“Lord Choi Beomgyu, of the Gyeongju Choi clan?”

“Yes sir.”

The King smiled. “Of course. After my family, yours is the one with the most royal blood. Step forward.”

Beomgyu bowed his head in acknowledgement of the King’s words, before he came forward and stepped up onto the dais. King Seohu knelt down and leaned forwards to give Beomgyu access to the crown. Beomgyu took a deep breath, and clasped the heavy gold object. Where his hands touched the enchanted metal, they glowed: a sign that it recognised Beomgyu as having royal blood, therefore allowing him to de-crown the King. His hands stilled, unsure of what to do.

“Repeat after me,” King Seohu instructed.

“Rest now, our King, for your time with us is over,” Beomgyu recited. “May your successor bring even more glory to the Gojongja Kingdom.”

As the crown was finally removed from Kang Seohu’s brow, the elderly king glowed, then seemed to shrivel away. Vines which had swathed the pillars of the court swarmed forward and wrapped the King in a wooden chrysalis, which transformed into a cloud of golden mist. The whole court bowed their heads and closed their eyes, as a sign of respect for their former King who had passed away.

Then, Beomgyu approached Kang Junghoon. The younger boy looked up at Taehyun, then at Beomgyu, then looked back to Taehyun again. Taehyun ever-so-subtly nodded. Junghoon widened his eyes as Beomgyu approached. Beomgyu clicked his tongue in irritation when Junghoon didn’t kneel.

“Show him what to do,” Taehyun suggested. Beomgyu gestured to the heavy gold crown in his hands.

“I can’t kneel with this in my hands,” Beomgyu hissed. Taehyun huffed and took the crown out of Beomgyu’s hands, before hastily shoving it into Junghoon’s. He didn’t want the crown to melt in his grip.

Beomgyu sighed, and kneeled down on one leg, head bowed. Quickly, Taehyun spoke.

“I command you to stay still for a full minute.”

Beomgyu’s whole body stilled. Though he didn’t raise his head, Taehyun could still see his eyes glitter with fury.

He nudged Junghoon forward. “Go on, just like we practiced.”

Junghoon hesitantly stepped forward, and placed the crown lopsidedly on Beomgyu’s head. “Rise now, Choi Beomgyu,” he spoke haltingly, “King. King of Gojongja Kingdom. May you bring glory to our land.” The crown shone a brilliant white atop Beomgyu’s head, and morphed into a more delicate, silver circlet with sapphire crystals embedded in the rim. Blue and silver. The colours of the Gyeongju Choi family crest.

Nobody in the court uttered a word. When his minute was over, Beomgyu rose steadily. His eyes sparkled. From a distance, they seemed to sparkle with delight, but up close, Taehyun could see the cold rage within them. Beomgyu surveyed the shocked crowd before him.

Junghoon rushed over and hugged Taehyun’s leg.

“Did I do it wrong?” he whispered.

“No, no. It was perfect.” Taehyun gently shoved the boy. “But you need to go now. It’s not going to be safe for you anymore.” He pushed Junghoon in the direction of his elder brother and sisters. Since their family were no longer royal, they would have to escape the palace before guards found them. Taehyun grimaced. He longed to go with them- he’d grown up with them after all- but he stayed. He needed to be here to keep Beomgyu in line. And so, he stepped back into the shadows, to stay out of Beomgyu’s rage for as long as he could.

The newly crowned king stared back at all the gaping faces within the crowd. It soon dawned on him that no one would move until he did, so they could gauge the emotions of the situation.

Finally, Beomgyu’s lips curled into a grin. “Well!” he laughed. “I’d imagined many things happening tonight, but this was not one of them.” His light-hearted tone and charming smile seemed to ease some of the hostility and suspicion which had settled over the crowd. Some even smiled at his joke. “I, uh, I really have nothing to say as of now. It was never my intention to become king, but I vow to bring glory to our Kingdom throughout my reign. I will do my best to uphold our honour, and to have wonderful things come to us. Hm, is there anything else I need to say? I’m sure there is...” Beomgyu had been popular among the court for his cheerful nature and obvious good looks, so it didn’t take long for the majority of the lords and ladies to start smiling and laughing at his light-hearted ways.

Beomgyu looked around before spotting Taehyun, who was trying to stay in the shadows.

“Ah! Kang Taehyun!” Beomgyu beckoned Taehyun to step forward, the younger rather reluctantly shuffling over. “Seeing as you helped me acquire this position, it seems only right I do something for you. How would you like to be my vizier, my trusted advisor? Your wisdom is far greater than anyone else’s, is it not? Then what a more fitting position than a vizier?”

Beomgyu’s tone posed it as a question, but Taehyun could feel that ‘no’ was not an option right now. And so, he plastered a grateful smile onto his face and accepted Beomgyu’s request.

“I would be delighted, Your Greatness,” he said. Beomgyu beamed.

“Wonderful! Band, strike up your happiest tune! This is a time of celebration!”

As the rest of the court whisked away to dance to the music, Beomgyu kept an iron grip around Taehyun’s wrist.

“What the hell?” he hissed, once most of the court seemed too preoccupied to worry about the new King. Beomgyu grabbed Taehyun’s collar and brought his face close to the younger’s. “What the fuck was that?”

“I should be asking you,” Taehyun spat back. They both glared at each other for several moments.

“Fine, my dear vizier,” Beomgyu finally conceded in an almost pleasant tone. Taehyun gaped at the sudden change in his demeanor. Beomgyu smirked, before drawing back and releasing Taehyun’s collar. He pushed the younger towards the throne, which had changed into a shining silver to match the circlet on Beomgyu’s head. Taehyun looked at Beomgyu, suddenly feeling his mouth turn dry with dread. Beomgyu’s eyes glittered.

“Go on,” Beomgyu prompted, voice soft and laden with menace. “It’s all yours. It’s the least you deserve, isn’t it? For all the effort you’ve gone to have me on the throne.”

Taehyun stared back at Beomgyu, helpless.

Beomgyu’s lips curved into a malicious smile. “You rule. You look after the kingdom’s finances; you take care of the people’s needs. Since you love to control others so much, why not control our whole kingdom?” He grinned. “I shall be King in name only.”

At Taehyun’s fearful gaze, Beomgyu only smiled wider. “This court is full of lies,” Beomgyu whispered. “Me as king? This will be just another lie added on to a list a mile long. Let us see how much you enjoy ruling, my dear little Kang Taehyun.”

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