#i wish i had friends to share my thoughts with because *unholy groaning* i just feel so much

[howaboutalittlehelpneos]

Thinking about him

[mononijikayu]

unholy — gojo satoru.

The shared kisses became even more sloppy, deeper and passionate. He gripped your jaw, wanting to keep you closer as his tongue entered your mouth. Tears start to spring from your eyes. Each moment from then on was a symphony of desire and longing that overtook you, possessed you, harsher, primitive, relentless. Both of you were lost in the heat of the moment. Nothing else mattered but this moment. In the race to pleasure,you couldn't get enough of him, craving his touch and his taste with an insatiable hunger. And he was the same. He would always be the same.

Genre: Post - JJK 0, early 2018;

Warning/s: R-18, Smut, Explicit Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Pet Names, Praise, Breeding, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Possessiveness, Daddy Kink, Clan Leader Gojo, Clan Leader to Lovers;

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listen: unholy by sam smith ft kim petras

note: i got carried away, i was supposed to do my other series fics and i just,,,,,, i just couldn't help myself. gojo satoru is too hot.

THIS WASN’T YOUR TYPE OF THING. But knowing the fact that your clan needed to mingle and make friends and you, another clan leader, needed to do your duty. Yet you knew that this would be quite a dull affair. Much more because you were going to be forced to meet with the elders. You hated them, and you knew they hated you too. If not for your consistent opposition to tradition, then perhaps for your association with Gojo Satoru. 

You purse your lips, your mind suddenly lost in the thought of him. You take a moment. You haven’t seen Satoru in a while. And you missed him. You wonder if he will be here tonight. He usually hated being in the social functions of a world that he wanted to shun. Yet with his duty as clan leader, you knew he should be here. 

As you pondered over the thought of Gojo Satoru, your mind drifted to the memories of your interactions with him. His charismatic presence, his unyielding determination, and his rebellious spirit always left a lasting impression on you. Despite the differences in your clans' ideologies, you found solace in his companionship, knowing that he shared your disdain for the rigid traditions upheld by the elders.

Lost in your thoughts, you hardly noticed the approaching footsteps until a familiar voice broke through your reverie.

"Ah, there you are," a voice called out, pulling you back to reality. It was one of your advisors, a trusted ally who often acted as a bridge between your clan and others.

You blinked, refocusing your attention on the present moment. "Yes, I'm here," you replied, forcing a polite smile as you greeted the advisor.

"The elders have requested your presence," the advisor continued, their expression betraying a hint of concern. "They wish to discuss matters regarding the upcoming alliance."

You inwardly groaned at the prospect of facing the elders, knowing that their intentions often clashed with your own vision for the future of your clan. Nevertheless, duty compelled you to comply, and you nodded in acknowledgment.

"I will attend," you responded, masking your reluctance with a facade of cooperation.

As the advisor led you towards the meeting chambers where the elders awaited, your thoughts drifted back to Gojo Satoru. Despite the looming presence of tradition and duty, the anticipation of possibly seeing him tonight sparked a glimmer of excitement within you, offering a temporary respite from the dreary affairs of clan politics.

As you entered the grand hall of the gathering of Jujutsu clans, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation and power. The room was a tapestry of colors and sounds, filled with esteemed sorcerers and shamans from various lineages, each emanating an aura of strength and wisdom that added to the palpable energy in the air. Among them stood Gojo Satoru, a towering figure whose mere presence seemed to command attention effortlessly, his enigmatic demeanor and charismatic charm drawing the gaze of those around him.

It had been weeks since you last saw him, weeks filled with the rigors of training, perilous missions, and the ever-present chaos that permeated the world of sorcery. As you navigated through the throng of sorcerers, exchanging polite nods and greetings along the way, your eyes briefly locked with Gojo Satoru's six eyes. In that fleeting moment, a spark ignited between you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond that existed between two individuals navigating the tumultuous waters of their respective duties.

However, before you could dwell on the significance of that brief encounter, you were whisked away by the tide of conversations and engagements that awaited you. The evening progressed, marked by discussions of alliances, negotiations, and the intricacies of clan politics. As the crowd began to thin and the fervor of the gathering waned, you found yourself standing alone in a dimly lit corridor, the events of the day weighing heavily on your mind.

Lost in contemplation, you suddenly felt a familiar presence behind you, a magnetic pull that sent shivers down your spine. Without turning around, you could sense Gojo Satoru's proximity, his aura permeating the air around you with an electrifying intensity that was both exhilarating and unnerving. A rush of emotions flooded your senses as you grappled with the unexpectedness of the moment, unsure of what to expect next.

In that solitary moment, amidst the quiet solitude of the corridor, the tension between you and Gojo Satoru hung palpably in the air, as if the universe itself held its breath, waiting to see what would unfold between two individuals whose destinies were intertwined in the ever-shifting tapestry of sorcery and tradition.

"Missed me?" His voice, smooth as silk yet laced with a playful edge, sent a jolt of excitement through me.

Turning around, you found yourself face to face with Gojo Satoru, his signature grin lighting up his features. His gaze bore into mine, intense and unwavering, as if searching for something deeper within you.

"I might have," you replied, unable to suppress a smile of your  own despite the fluttering in your chest.

Without a word, he closed the distance between the two of you, his presence engulfing you in a whirlwind of sensations. His hand reached out to gently cup your cheek, his touch electric against you skin.

"I've been thinking about you," he confessed, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. “Missed you too much, sweets. It’s been…been too long.”

"Is that so?" You teased, unable to resist the playful banter even in this charged moment.

His piercing blue turned dark for a moment. “Oh be careful with that tone, sweets. Daddy….doesn’t appreciate the teasing.”

“Oh, you’ll make me pay for it, won't you?” You whispered slowly, looking back at him. “Or won’t you? Hm, daddy?”

“Oh, you wanna act like a mix, huh? Sweets, you tread dangerous waters.”

“You like it, don’t you?”

His lips curved into a smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Care to join me for a little... private discussion?" he suggested, his tone suggestive yet tinged with genuine curiosity.

With a silent nod, you allowed yourself to be led by him, your heart pounding with anticipation, pleasure brewing deeper and deeper, as we disappeared into the depths of the gathering, leaving the world behind us for a moment of stolen intimacy.

You knew how it was going on.

And you could care less about it.

Being unholy with him, it was everything.

He didn’t have to talk all about it.

One kiss and you’re sinning with him.

BOTH OF YOU RUSHED THROUGH THE HALLS OF THE MANOR. As Gojo Satoru led you through the labyrinthine corridors of the guest wing, your heart raced with anticipation, the pulse of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Each twist and turn only heightened the sense of excitement and uncertainty, but you found solace in the reassuring grip of his hand, tightly interlocked with yours.

Finally arriving at a dimly lit guest room, the air was heavy with anticipation, the subdued lighting casting shadows that danced across the walls. Despite the chill that permeated the room, Gojo Satoru seemed unaffected, his singular focus fixed on the desire that burned within him.

As he closed the door behind you with a definitive click, the world outside seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of you in the cocoon of intimacy. His gaze locked with yours for a fleeting moment, a silent exchange of unspoken desires and mutual understanding passing between you.

Without hesitation, he pulled you into his embrace, his arms enveloping you with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. The sensation of his lips meeting yours ignited a fire within, a primal yearning that threatened to consume you both.

In the darkness of the room, his touch was electric, every caress igniting a symphony of sensations that left you breathless with desire. The weight of his body pressed against yours, pushing you against the wall with a force that left you powerless to resist, his strength rendering your arms momentarily out of commission.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as the world outside faded away, leaving only the raw intensity of your connection with Gojo Satoru, a forbidden indulgence in the midst of a world bound by tradition and duty. With each impassioned kiss and fervent touch, the boundaries between you blurred, giving way to an unspoken understanding that transcended words, binding you together in a passionate embrace that defied the constraints of society.

“You want me, don’t you? You want me so bad.” Gojo Satoru leaned in, whispering hotly in your ear. “I will give you all you desire. Let daddy do it.. Just let me do it.”

You remove his hand from your face and place it towards the obi of your silk kimono, looking at his handsome clean shaven face. He could feel his cock twitch at the sight. So sublime in the beauty that you only show to him. You were wearing something he gave you. The silk reminded him of his eyes, and oh, how you loved his eyes. How you praise the hues, how you yearn to always be in the sight of them. Expensive as it was, he bought it. He didn’t care. He wanted to mark you for all to see. To wear his colors, to tie you to him so completely.

How you wore it so beautifully. So seductively. Only for him. Only for his blue eyes to see. He opened his eyes as he followed the sight of your hands. He looked so beautiful this way. His bright blue eyes gleamed darkly looking at you. He pursed his lips at the sight of your face eagerly seducing him as you came closer.

“Then take me, daddy.” You say, leaning closer to him. “Take this lover who yearns for him.”

He needed no more convincing as he rushed you towards the table and eagerly, hastily, leaned against you. His weight overwhelmed you, the touch of flesh against flesh burned you into flames. Gojo Satoru could only grin as he looked at you. He allowed himself to devour you with his mouth with his own. You return the favor as you kissed him back just as passionately and just as fiercely. Brutally, yearnful, mournful.

You missed him. He’s always gone, and you knew that he had a life of his own. He had goals he wanted to reach. To bring the world to reflect the world he wants. And so you yearn for him. Yearn for the warmth in him, mourn for his touch, the pleasure he gives. Both fought for dominance like animals, needing to resolve their hunger. His strong hands were undoing the laces of the bottom of your dress as your arms were wrapped around his neck, massaging it gently earning little grunts from him.

His tongue inserted inside of your mouth, fighting against yours in a fury as he managed to remove all the satin ties on your kimono. They were now intertwined with one and you in this heated mess, his hands ripping off your clothing from you as quickly and as carefully as he could as you continued to kiss him harshly. You moaned as you felt his touch burn you, each and every thread of his fingers lingering made you shiver. Gojo broke the kiss to move all of your silk kimono slowly and continued towards you, earning a laugh as you eagerly groaned against him, pushing your hands to help him.

He sat you on the table and as he stopped kissing you lips and moved on to kiss with such tenderness, your shoulders, your neck and your collarbones. He looked at you as you nodded. He smiled against you, kisses that lingered in your flesh. It was as if he’d imprinted himself on you. Nothing was left untouched by him.

You could feel yourself get lost in so much of him, when you’re embraced by his godly figure. You could feel that pleasure burning you but when he started to leave more and more bites, even harder than before. Ones that will surely continue to haunt you when he leaves you alone again. Ones that will keep you coming back for more. You threw your head back, whimpering against him.

"I have waited for this moment for weeks, to have this moment, sweets.” He said, biting at your lips. You tried to calm yourself, feeling hot against his touch. “To worship you like this again.”

"Love me, Satoru. Please. Love me in the way only you could.” You replied to your lover as he grinned at you and kissed you, moving your breasts around before putting his mouth on your breast, causing you to moan hard and throw back your head at the pleasure. Your hands touched his silver white hair, encouraging him to ravage your breasts. “Give it all to me.”

He touts at you. “Be patient, sweets. Just a little more fun.”

Your bodies were melting into one.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You wanted him, so badly, too much.

And he could only smirk, knowing it all.

When Gojo finished with your breasts, he kissed you again and took your legs to wrap around his waist. Gojo eagerly carried him towards the direction of the bed, continuing to respond to your kisses.

He laid by you down onto the wide expanse of the pillows with care, your hands deep into his long hair. You could feel yourself getting into it more, feeling high at the desire he so brutally wakes in you.. Breaking away from his lips, You eyed him as you took time to breath, having been overwhelmed by his passionate lips.

“Don’t you think that you are too fully clothed, clan leader Gojo?”

Gojo chuckled at your words. “I suppose so, sweets. You want to help me with that?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

You attacked him with your lips, kissing him so roughly as you helped him out his haori, your hands desperately throwing them onto the mahogany floorings. He started removing the outer kimono he still wore from him and without breaking the embrace, throwing it away into the vast expanse of the room. As you moved towards his hakama, he eagerly tried to help you, but you bit his lower lip.

You wanted to do it yourself. You kept diverting his hands elsewhere on your body. He laughed against your vicious attack, his hand resting on the back of your head as he kissed you deeper. Once you successfully removed his hakama, you could feel him tugging at his underwear himself. You were certain he had ripped it apart in his hurry. But you couldn't care for yourself. You felt pleasure at the fact that his manhood was touching your skin.

You could only moan in pleasure as he kissed your body moving down to your crevices. From your ear to your legs, he marveled at you. Just as he does with the bright beam of your long hair scatterings into the sheets like sunglow.. Gojo Satoru had felt like he was just a peasant, a lowly human being as he stared at you. Whatever god was out there, he knew you were his. You were his to worship. He was your most devout follower.

He was the only one that could see you this way, the only one who could truly love you like this. His heart swelled as you reached for him. Yearn for more of his warmth on your skin, to mark you, to own you. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. But he knew he couldn’t. Not when you were so beautiful. So out of his world breathtaking. And no one can stop him.

He could forget every other woman, every other man, every other person in this whole world. He could forget the world, but not you. He is just lost in you. And he doesn’t want to be found. He needed only you. Gojo Satoru placed a kiss on your pleasure, causing you to moan. Then, he allowed himself to look at your crevices and smirked at you before allowing his finger to move about it.

You could not help rolling your eyes back at the pleasure your beloved blue eyed lover was giving you, after all they had been through as he continued to dominate you in his conquest across your body. He moved to lean over to you, kissing you neck and then moved to your ear to whisper, causing you to giggle.

You felt the pressure inside of your body build up as he continued to pleasure you well. Gojo had always loved the sight of your body being consumed by him, little by little with every bit of you becoming his once again. He kept moving and whispering to you until You could not hold on any longer, taking his forearm and holding it in place as You came.

“You are so beautiful.” He commented huskily in that tone you had never heard from him in a long time. He had always been so eager, but more so tonight. He was a man who was hungry for you. He kissed your body once more, watching you still release yourself from the high of his touch. “So beautiful, so perfectly wholly mine, sweets. You’re only mine.”

Satoru looked to you and allowed his tongue to lick your juices, earning great favor from the goddess in his arms as he did that. You did not expect him to add his fingers slowly but You should have. Gojo was willing to take care of you and you just had to let him. The loud pleasure-filled noise exploded out of your mouth like a thunder storm out to sea, reveling in sensual gratification in the pleasure he was giving you.

It was even more than what you had expected, what you had wanted. More than what you could do to yourself in his absence. This is where you belonged. Gojo smirked slowly as he continued to lick you until you could no longer deal with the rise of your pleasure. He placed his fingers back inside of you, making you throw your head back against the pillow once more.

He pumped his fingers in you deeply, finishing with you and focused more on causing his beloved into a pandemonium of pleasure. You felt the arch you back with wordless nonsense and satisfied moans gracing your lips as your heart burst out of you.

Gojo kissed you gently once more, your pleasure growing through their lips. “So wet, you are, my dear little sweets.”

Gojo leaned down to look with haughty desire, consumed by the pleasure he gave you. It was filling him with so much lust, lust beyond understanding. It had all been bubbling up inside him. Not once did he bed anyone in the weeks you were apart. Not once even offered. No one could compare to you. Not even if they tried.

He had been yearning for his little sweets, who was so ready to give him all that he wanted. You were the one he needed. You were the only one that could satisfy him, the only one that made him greatly filled with eagerness to continue to please you. No one can make him yearn for it so much, to wait so long for one moment. None had ever had the power to do so. Only you.

You could feel yourself getting tighter around his fingers and as he kept pumping into you, all You could ever think was the amazing feeling, almost intoxicating and devouring. You can only call out Satoru’s name over and over again, which pleased him with delight. It had been something he had been wanting. Each time you screamed his name, crying out that you were his — this had energized him so much as he pumped into you even harder. You felt then that You had come hard, the swirling pool of desire flowed through you.

As you sat up when the high of pleasure ended, it caused you more pleasure to see your lover lick your juices from his fingers. “You taste wonderfully, sweets. Truly nothing like this in the world. You taste so sweet.”

You could see a smile in your fantastical delirium, but that smile was as wicked as it could be. He was not done with you just yet. He hadn’t even come yet. Before long, the six eyes had lunged towards your pleasure with his lips, making you whimper as he entered his mouth into you. You could feel his tongue swirling around your insides like it was the fountain of life.

Youth sprang through you and through him. You had not known anything like it, not even when they had laid to get you all those years ago. You pulled at his hair, red scarlet decorating your flesh. The heat was unbearable. But you didn’t care. You wanted him. You wanted more and more.

He continued on and on and on and on, not giving you any rest. Only the scent of pleasure consuming them all at once, not caring for who shall see or who shall come to expose them.

Gojo groaned as you did too, pushing even harder and harder as you started to move against his tongue. You cried out in ecstasy, feeling yourself come once again. He removed his tongue from you and kissed you, the taste of your pleasure ever so salty against the tongue.

He pulls away and smiles at you, lazily moving away and returning down south. He kisses at your thighs lovingly, Gojo Satoru could only be happy to watch you body limp through weariness as pleasure slowly shakes you body.

“Y’did so well, f’r me, sweets.” Gojo coos ever so sweetly at you, heavy in pleasure as he watches you shift your body after you recover yourself — even if his grip tightened about you.“You did so well.”

You kissed his palm as You leaned upwards. “I am so delighted by you.”

“Y’know my answer, sweets.” Gojo whispers, pressing a kiss on your sides. “I’ve missed you too much, sweets. Don’t wanna be apart from you like that again.”

You look at him tenderly. “Me too.”

"You willing to make up for our lost time, sweets?” He asked you, but you could only shake your head. He raised a brow at you. “Why, sweets? You tired?”

“I want to touch you.” You say wistfully as you neared his manhood and looked at his eyes. “Let me, daddy. Missed you. Your cock too.”

He laughed, palming your cheek. "Can’t say no to you, sweets. Go on ahead, sweets. Make me shake up.”

You smiled at your snow haired lover as you looked at him, bending your head down with your hair following. You allowed your fingers to touch the tip of his cock, causing him to grunt a little. He was so big, so big for you. You knew that he would only ever feel this much excitement for you.

Oh, it made you want him even more. You grinned as you allowed one hand to grab it into a small fist. Gojo grunted more as you started to allow the fist to go up and down, slowly and then gradually with effort to speed. You watched his face become contorted with pleasure as he started to become undone as you started to move your hand faster and faster and faster.

Gojo felt you stop. He lowered his body, gazing at you before finding himself throwing his head back as You took hold of the cock with both hands and took it in your mouth. You allowed half inside then little by little you allowed all of it inside of you. Once he was fully inside you mouth, You started to bob you head deeper and deeper at you pace.

Gojo was groaning and moaning, holding onto the linen as it started to get him to unravel. Your hand started to massage his balls while your free hand started to pleasure yourself too. You whimper, your eyes narrowing as sweat poured through you. Moan after moan released from him, muffled pleasure from you. It was too much of a dirty scene. And you reveled in it. You knew your lover did too.

Gojo felt his hand rest on your head as you continued to work him, bobbing into his manhood and soon he was helping you as he thrusted into your mouth and his hand forced your head to thrust into him deeper. You felt yourself gagged at the tightness of his manhood in your mouth.

You finally came with a small sound bellowing from you. Gojo groaned hard in pleasure as he continued to thrust and thrust into you and came inside of you with a loud roar. You opened your mouth and certainly, the excess fell through from your lips. Gojo’s hazy blues could feel the scene make his cock twitch even more. He could feel himself remain ever so hard at the sight of you.

As you embraced each other with fervor, you could feel the warmth of Satoru's sweat-stained body pressed intimately against your own, heightening the sensation of our connection. Every touch, every caress sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a primal desire that consumed my senses. Even more so knowing that you would get more and more, that you wanted more and more from him.

You moaned softly as Gojo shifted you closer to him, his movements deliberate and confident, as he entered you with a force. You gripped through the sheets, as you felt him ever so deep in you with all that belied the raw passion between the two of you. Droll escaped your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, starting to move. Our bodies moved in perfect synchrony, finding a rhythm that mirrored the beat of our racing hearts.

As he enveloped you more and more into him, you could feel yourself truly be one with him. You whimper against him, rough echoes whisper at your flesh with each and every motion of overwhelming love. You were certain that you would easily surrender yourself completely to the intoxicating pleasure he gave you—you always did.

You did it just a while ago. You always will. Because you loved him. And you knew that too well, that you would give anything and everything to him. You groaned as he continued to piston harsher into you. A loud groan leaving his lips. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that sent shivers of anticipation down your spine.

The shared kisses became even more sloppy, deeper and passionate. He gripped your jaw, wanting to keep you closer as his tongue entered your mouth. Tears start to spring from your eyes. Each moment from then on was a symphony of desire and longing that overtook you, possessed you, harsher, primitive, relentless. Both of you were lost in the heat of the moment. Nothing else mattered but this moment. In the race to pleasure,you couldn't get enough of him, craving his touch and his taste with an insatiable hunger. And he was the same. He would always be the same.

When you came, you shouted so loud, you think the entire manor heard you. But sense was out of the window as much as manners was. You could care less about it all. Your body shook so much as you held tighter onto your white haired lover, who was whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he rushed harder, deeper, faster inside of you – trying to chase his own happy end. You knew you were fucked out of your mind, overstimulated beyond compare.

“About to come, sweets.” He cried out, his hands gripping his fingers onto your thighs. He rocks his hips harder against you. “I’ll come inside, sweets. God, I don’t, Oh, oh. It’s about to come, sweets. Let me, let me in.”

“Come inside.” You encouraged, holding tighter onto him with tears of pleasure pouring even more. “Come inside, daddy. Do it, make me feel good, Make me yours.”

And that’s what he did.

Gojo Satoru cried loudly.

He bit your shoulder hard.

And then he came inside.

His hips continued to move, trying to keep more and more of him, trying to lock more and more of his pleasure into you. Gojo knew he bit too hard on your shoulder. He could feel the metallic echoes saltily against his lips, he could feel your body shake against him even more than before. Lips pursed as he released your shoulder. He smiled against you, kissing your neck as you sobbed and rested your head on his side. You were too exhausted now, he was sure.

“You did such a good job, sweets.” He says to you, patting your hair gently with his hand. His arm wrapped around you, to keep you from falling if you pass out. “Did so well for daddy, sweets. Did so well.”

You cooed against him.

Darkness consumed you.

He smiles down at you.

You were daddy’s to play with.

He kisses you, looking at you.

You deserve this reward.

[sunflowerdarlingx]

Draco Malfoy (18+)

“To be continued”

Female reader 

Warnings: Oral (male receiving) 

Minors DNI

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His hands caressed her cheek as Y/N hollowed out her cheeks, he watched his cock disappear into her mouth and the sight alone made him want to cum. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock as her lips sucked softly at his tip. Draco’s hand went to her, pulling it away from her face into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide his cock further into her mouth. Y/N gags slightly but let's Draco take control; her eyes are watering as she looks up at Draco through her lashes “such a good girl” he groans “look so good with a mouth full of my cock”. Draco can feel himself getting closer as Y/N continues to suck his cock, he can feel himself twitch in her mouth and...

Draco’s eyes widen as he sits up in his bed, his eyes immediately going to his grey sweatpants and the wet patch that is now shown on them. Draco groans, throwing his head back on his pillow looking over to his clock... 3.55AM. He makes sure none of his roommates were awake before he walks into their shared bathroom – they would not let him live this down if they found out he had a wet dream. Mainly because each of them would know straight away who it was about, they tease him enough for his crush on Y/N already, he doesn’t even want to this about the jokes he would get if they found out he had a wet dream.

He’s known Y/N since their first year at Hogwarts and he has fancied her ever since, now in their last year he can't seem to take his focus away from her. Each new year she would come back even more gorgeous, Draco would give anything to call her his, but he doesn’t think he is good enough. She’s pretty, funny, kind, caring, everything he wished he could be, she wasn’t the type of girl people would drool over and be jealous of. No, she was the girl everyone loved, Draco couldn’t think of one person who took a disliking to her, even Filtch and Snape loved her.  

He had a quick shower, his mind continuously replaying his dream, Draco groaned as he washed his hair and shut the water off, wrapping his towel around his waist. He chucked on some fresh clothes and made his way back to his bed.  

Every time he closed his eyes, his mind wandered back to Y/N Infront of him, her lips around his cock all plump and juicy and her innocent eyes looking up at him. Looking at his clock, 4.30AM, rolling his eyes, he decided to go for a walk. Grabbing his wand and trainers he carefully made his way out of his room and out the entrance to the dungeons.  

Making his way up to the fifth floor, he decided to go and sit at one of the great windows in the castle which looks over the great lake, however when he gets to the window, he can already spot someone sitting there. Even though he wasn’t supposed to be perfecting - he would send whoever it is away with the threat of detention and sit there instead.

As he gets closer, he sees Y/N and his shorts feel a little tighter, he clears his throat and Y/N practically jumps into the air. “Shit” Y/N falls off the windowsill onto the stone flooring, “Fuck...sorry” Draco mumbles and helps her up, her hand is soft against his, just like it was wrapped around his cock in his dreams.

“Don’t worry bout it, shouldn’t have let the lake distract me” she giggles, pulling Draco from his unholy thoughts. Y/N looks up at him and blinks softly up at him “you’re not gonna give me detention for being out after curfew, right? Mr prefect” she slightly whispers and places her hand on his chest.

Draco’s breath hitches and he swallows thickly, he always got so nervous around her, “for fuck's sake, get it together” he thinks to himself. Deciding to be brave, he places his hand over her one on his chest and looks down at her, “that depends trouble, what are you doing out after curfew?” he asks, and she blushes slightly. Not that Draco could see as the moonlight was the only thing lighting the corridor. Although, he could see the short shorts she was wearing and the way her nipples peaked under her tank top.

“Couldn’t sleep, what about you? I don’t think you’d be prefecting in those clothes, so what's got you awake?” she asks, taking his hand and pulling him to sit on the windowsill with her, turning to look at him slightly, his jawline is sharp in the moonlight and she can’t help but look him up and down, his white shirt clings nicely to his muscles and his grey shorts show off his muscular legs

“Had a dream” Draco replies and looks out the window, shifting slightly to hide his problem. “A bad one?” she questions. “Nah, definitely not a bad dream, a really good dream actually” the dream replaying in his head, he looks over to Y/N who is looking up at him, just like the dream and he groans. “You were in it”, Y/N notices his eyes darken slightly. Trailing her gaze down his body once more, she notices the slight tent in his shorts.  

“Oh yeah, what was I doing?” she asks as Draco’s eyes look over her body, he smirks and meets her eyes “can’t tell you that, top secret”. Raising her eyebrow up she looks over him “What if I guess? Then will you tell me?” she challenges.  

Draco thinks for a moment, what's the harm? It's not like she could guess. “Sure, if you can guess” he teases. “Do I get to ask questions?” Draco looks out the window “Sure, but only ones that can be answered with a Yes or No”. She’s never going to guess, but the more time he spends with her, the better the chance of her being interested is.  

“Were we in school?” “Yes”  

“were we alone?” “yes”  

“were we doing school work?” “no”  

Draco’s gaze was locked on the view outside as he answered Y/N’s questions. 

“Were we practicing quidditch?” “No”

“Do you fancy me?” “Yes” the words left his mouth before he even thought the question through.  

Y/N smirked and wrapped her finger around Draco’s chin, making him face her. “Is your dream responsible for that tent in your shorts” she whispered softly. Draco nodded, trying to look everywhere but her eyes. “I see the way you look at me Draco, and your friends aren’t exactly the best at keeping your secrets.” she giggled, “What was it Blaise said last week?” she pauses pretending to think, “Oh yeah, I believe his exact words were “Oi, Y/L/N, Draco wants to bend you over his desk””.  

Draco’s eyes met hers “Sorry about him, never does know when to shut his mouth” Draco frowns “I don’t want to do that”. Y/N’s features drop into a frown, “Oh” her hand drops from his cheek and she looks back out the window.  

Draco’s eyes widen as he realises what he said and the look which crosses her features “Shit no, Y/N, I do” Y/N blushes slightly “Trust me, I’d love to bend you over my desk, but, fuck, I want to do much more than that. I want to be able to hold your hand as we walk to class, I want to have you cheering me on in the stands when we play quidditch, or at least have you go easy on me when we are against each other...” Y/N giggles.  

“I already go easy on you” she winks and turns to face him. “So back to this dream then, was I bent over your desk?”, Draco chuckles and turns to face her “No.”  

Y/N taps her chin, “Were we fucking?” her choice of words shocks Draco, but his signature smirk crosses his features “No, but if I was asleep longer, I think we might have”. Y/N leans forward so she was closer to Draco, “Were you playing with me Draco? Getting me ready for your cock?” the close proximity drives Draco wild, he can smell her sweet perfume and her top loosens slightly at her chest, giving him a good view of her tits.  

Dragging his gaze away from her tits, he looks her in the eyes, shaking his head no. Y/N leans in closer, her lips next to his ear “was I sucking your cock?”. Draco sucks in a breath and nods slightly. Y/N runs her hand down his chest “did it feel good Draco?” she asks smirking at the way he relaxes under his touch.  

“Yeah, felt good I suppose” he blushes slightly, “you suppose?” she questions as her hands run over the tent in his shorts, “your cock is telling me something different”, Draco wraps a hand around her wrist. “You really are trouble” he says lowly as his other hand rests on her cheek.

“Did you cum Draco?” she leans into his touch, Draco can’t decide if he should tell her, fuck it. “I did” he leans in to kiss her, just a light kiss. He pulls away and Y/N tries to follow, pouting when she sees he’s pulled away. “Made a right mess of my trousers” he places a soft kiss on her cheek, “all by the thought of you having those pretty lips around my cock.”  He shocks himself at his confidence as he runs his thumb across her lower lip. He connects their lips again and this time the kiss is filled with hunger and lust. He pulls Y/N onto his lap, her arms wrap around his neck, her hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands find their way to her hips and he gives a sight squeeze.  

Y/N slowly grinds her hips down on Draco and a soft moan escaping both of their lips. Draco kisses down her neck and along her collar bone, sucking the delicate skin, he wanted to leave his mark on her. She tugs at his hair and leans down to his ear, “let's see if I'm as good as I was in your dream”.  

Y/N stands up, pulling Draco to stand up with her, he’s at a loss for words. “Y..you don’t have to” he holds her wrist slightly as she sinks to her knees, “do you not want me to?” she looks up at him with her doe eyes. Draco’s eyes are dark, the silver of his eyes being taken over by lust. “I’d be an idiot if I said no, I only want it to happen if you’re comfortable”.  

Y/N places a kiss on the hand wrapped around hers, “well I'm practically drooling at the thought of sucking your cock Draco, so move your hand and let me make you feel good”, Draco lifts his hand away from hers and concentrates on her movements – making sure no one is around.  

Y/N pulls down Draco’s shorts and places short delicate kisses down his thighs, kissing back up she runs her hand over Draco’s covered length, a dark patch forming where the tip of his cock is. She pulls down his boxers and practically has to stop herself from drooling. His cock stands just below his belly button and the groan that Draco makes when the cool air hits his cock goes straight to Y/N’s core. She pulls her legs together as she wraps her hand around his cock.  

“All this just for me” she asks before licking from the base of his cock to the tip, “fuck..all for you gorgeous” Draco moans as she takes his tip in her mouth. Slowly Y/N takes Draco fully in her mouth, gagging slightly as he touches the back of her throat. She bobs her head a few times and Draco bucks his hips forward, she gags slightly “fuck, sorry” Draco runs his hand across her cheek, pulling her hair into a ponytail. Y/N pulls back her lips barley brushing his tip, “do it again Draco”. Draco thrusts his hips forward slightly and Y/N moans around him, Draco continues thrusting and can’t help the filthy moans and groans that are leaving his mouth. Y/N looks even better than the dream, she has tears streaming down her face, saliva dripping down her chin and her hair is a mess in his hands. Draco and Y/N can both feel him twitching in her mouth, “gonna cum” he moans and Y/N pulls him closer by his thighs. Soon Draco a mumbling mess above her “Fuck...just like that...suck my cock so good...so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth”. The praise alone drives Y/N crazy, but the feeling of Draco cumming down her throat turns her on even more.  

She pulls off him with a pop and Draco smirks down at her, wiping the tears on her cheek and along her chin. “So better than the dream?” she asks, and Draco can't help but smile “oh, definitely better”.  

There is a noise from down the corridor, “ey Mrs Norris? What is it?”, Filtches voice echoes through the hall. Draco and Y/N pull a part, Draco quickly grabs his clothes and gets dressed, “fuck, I didn’t think he’d still be out”, Y/N giggles softly and Draco gives her a confused look, “your top is inside out and back to front” Draco looks down to the white label on the collar by his neck.

Draco goes to pull the shirt over his head, but Y/N grabs his wrists, “Just go back to the dungeons, I’ll distract him, I never get in trouble” she winks and pushes him lightly in the opposite direction. Draco grabs her waist and pulls her in for a quick kiss “to be continued” he whispers in her ear and starts to jog down the corridor, looking back to send her a wink. Just as he turned the corner, he heard Y/N and Filtch telling her to get to bed...with no threat of detention.  

Part two

[writing-red]

from the dining table

draco malfoy x reader (mentions of harry potter x reader)

summary: You and Draco broke up and he is trying desperately to get in touch with you even though he knows exactly why you aren’t picking up the phone (song fic based on harry styles’ from the dining table)

request: @runninglownad​ hii! can i request a draco imagine based on from the dining table by harry? thanks sooo much <3

warnings: this is super angsty, breakup, toxic relationship, sad anger and drinking

a/n: I hope you enjoy!! and photo credit to @fixedunit​

word count: 2.1k

Woke up alone in this hotel room

Played with myself, where were you?

It was seven when Draco finally decided to stop fighting the insomnia. Thoughts of you claiming his mind and making him entirely unable to find sleep. The white hotel sheets were curled around him, pillows on the floor, broken glass shattered around him like an unholy halo, and the room in total disarray. He laid there, staring at the ceiling, unsure of what to do with himself, unsure of what to do with himself now that he had lost you. He so desperately wished that he could squeeze his eyes shut only to open them and find you laying there next to him, wishing desperately to see that incredible beaming smile of yours, the one that would turn your cheeks rosy red.

He rose from the bed and navigated around the mess on the floor to get to the bar in the room. With a heavy hand he poured himself a scotch, as he continued to think of you; the feeling of your lips on his, the lines of witty banter you always seemed to whip out of nowhere, and the idea that he may never hear the rasp of your voice in the morning again.

Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon

I’ve never felt less cool

He abandoned the glass dragged the bottle back to the bed, putting on the television as a distraction. He couldn’t seem to find a program that didn’t make him think of you, he couldn’t get the sound of your sweet and joyous laugh echoing through whatever space you held.

Tears streamed down his face as he downed the scotch, he felt like an absolute child. Crying over a girl, drinking, and sleeping. The pattern was pathetic and the last thing Draco Malfoy was, was pathetic. Yet it seems you could reduce him down to a blubbering child and all he would think of is how terribly he missed you, and how badly he wanted to smell your deep ambrosial perfume. By the time he woke up again the digital clock next to the bed was flashing 12:13 as if it was mocking him, goading him to wake up and get over himself. 

We haven’t spoke since you went away

Comfortable silence is so overrated 

Why won’t you ever be the first one to break?

Even my phone misses your call, by the way

Your voicemail, the one you had recorded with him, your voice was happy, and it sounded as if you would never be sad again.

“You’ve got Y/n” joyful, happy, in love. “I am buuuuusy and I am so very sorry I missed your call but shoot me a text or leave a voicemail after the beep and we shall speak at another time! Thanks.”

“Y/n, darling?” he muttered. “Look I know that I fucked up, and that you don’t want to talk but can we please just go get coffee, I want to see you, and I don’t want to end things on that note. Please, I know that we aren’t getting back together, I just, Y/n I need to see you.”

“You’ve got Y/n! I am buuuuusy and I am so very sorry I missed your call but shoot me a text or leave a voicemail after the beep and we shall speak at another time! Thanks,” Draco was mocked by the shrill beep that followed the sound of your voice.

“Hey, I’m sorry about all the voicemail’s and all of the text messages, if you don’t want to see me please just tell me so. Look I just, Y/n, I am miserable and I really just want to apologize for everything face to face. Please don’t just ignore me.”

“You’ve got Y/n! I am buuuuusy and I am so very sorry I missed your call but shoot me a text or leave a voicemail after the beep and we shall speak at another time! Thanks,” Draco listened solemnly as the voicemail played wishing this wasn’t the only way he could hear your voice.

“Look, I get it if you don’t want to talk to me, just, tell me yourself don’t just ignore me. Please,” he was desperate, to see you without tears streaming down your face, tears he had caused.

I saw your friend that you know from work

He said you feel just fine

I see you gave him my old t-shirt

More of what was once mine

Weeks past and Draco didn’t hear back from you. He knew that you were forcing him to move on and he didn’t want to accept it but he knew that he had no other choice. He was back to work, back to normal, although no matter what he did he couldn’t seem to get the thought of you out his head. He was drinking, more than usual, smoking more than usual, and he had destroyed his fair share of hotel rooms. It was time for him to start living his life again.

You had always loved coffee, going to coffee shops, trying out different drinks, people watching, you had made the whole ordeal a habit for Draco and now it was a way for him to hold onto you. He thought that if he was lucky enough he’d catch you at one of them.

Today he went before work, luckily he had skipped the morning coffee shop rush and there were just a few other people inside the shop.

“I’ll have a black drip coffee, and a croissant,” he said, handing the barista money.

“Here’s your change, and it’ll all come up at that bar over there,” she said gesturing to the end of the bar.

“Thanks,” Draco said kindly as he stepped over to where the barista had gestured to wait for his order.

“Malfoy,” he heard a familiar voice.

“Potter,” Draco said, surprised to see the man you had both gone to school with, and who you now worked with.

“Nice to see you, what have you been up to recently” Harry asked him.

“Just work,” Draco observed Harry, the man he had always been so jealous of, for a moment when his eyes caught something similar. “That’s a bit of a posh shirt for you isn’t it?”

“Ah- it was in Y/n’s flat, I mean she gave it to me because it was in her flat and it’s my size and all that.”

“Got it. I think that’s mine,” he said, his eyes still on the shirt as the barista placed his coffee and pastry on the bar in front of them. “Tell Y/n I say hi?”

“Sure thing mate, she’s uh doing pretty alright,” Harry offered and Draco nodded, swiftly exiting the coffee shop refusing the urge to start crying over you again.

I see it’s written, it’s all over his face

Comfortable silence is so overrated

Why won’t you ever be the first one to break?

Even my phone misses your call, by the way

Potter. You had to choose Potter of all the men you knew to sleep with. It was as if you were trying to hurt him, trying to drive the knife further into his heart. That night Draco proceeded to call you all of thirteen times, four of the calls sober, and the other nine varying levels of drunk until he finally blacked out.

All he wanted was to hold you one more time, to hear you talk over a movie, shout out the lyrics to some old Bon Jovi song, watch you dance atop your kitchen table, you were always the perfect antagonist to silence and now it seemed that silence was all he could hear. People would speak to him and he couldn’t hear it, he would try and remember the sound of you, your singing, your voice, your laugh, but his memories of you were only pictures.

Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too

But you, you never do

The ringer on his phone was always on, and when it buzzed he picked it up as quickly as a man could. Although, he was routinely disappointed to find that it was either Blaise, his boss, his mum, or a hotel calling to let him know of the damages done and the charges he would incur. But it didn’t matter, none of those calls mattered because they weren't you.

He just wanted you back, and all he could do was call and call, while picturing you lying in Harry Potter’s arms. You had chosen to be with Potter, and you had chosen to leave Draco, and Draco just couldn’t cope with your choices.

Woke up the girl who looked just like you

I almost said your name

He didn’t know this ones name, and he didn’t know the last one’s name. These girls that circled through his bed, each of them vaguely resembling you in one way or another. Today he awoke to seeing your nose, and your hair on someone else. Sleeping with these women upset him more than it comforted him, but it was at least something to do with himself.

“Y/-” he stopped himself. “Hey, I’ve got to go to work.” He said, shaking the girl awake.

“Can’t I just leave after you?” She groaned, her eyes still closed.

“No, get up,” Draco said as he got out of bed and pulled the duvet off of her. “Now,”

“Fine, I’m going,” she said, taking her time to draw herself up. “And I promise I won’t be back.”

And there she went, another person lost whether he wanted her or not. All he knew how to do was drive people away. He didn’t want to get over you, ever since your trip to New York you had been the love of his life. But now he resolved to living his life as a ghost, constantly in terrible silence without you.

Comfortable silence is so overrated

Why won’t you ever be the first one to break?

Even my phone misses your call, by the way

Taglist -  @sarcasticallywitty15​​ @fred-love-bot​​

[karlajoyner]

Stole My heart (Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so there’s this imagine let me know if I should make a part 2? Possibly a smut? I don’t know let me know! Also let me know if I should post these on wattpad too!!!

Warnings: None

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"Owen seriously if someone catches us I'm gonna kill you"

"No ones gonna catch us. They're filming a scene" He mumbled leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

"That's what you said last time"

"They didn't catch us" He said pushing my shirt down my shoulder.

"Yeah but they almost did- wait. Are you? Owen" I scolded pushing him away.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"What do you mean what? The makeup department will literally kill me if I show up with another hickey. Then their gonna interrogate me like they did last time since there are limited people I see daily" I groaned.

"They're not gonna kill you y/n. Relax"

"I can't relax. Now that we landed a season 2 the chances of us getting caught are much higher now. Plus my character has such a bigger part now" I spoke pacing back and forth in the dimly lit room. Julie's room set to be exact.

"I know. But you can't let that get to you now. You did amazing the first season and your gonna kill it this season. And if we get caught then oh well"

"Oh well? Oh well. Owen I already told you I don't want anyone to know about us until-"

"Until we're sure it's not gonna effect our worth ethic. I know" He muttered sitting down on the bed. I sighed realizing he was upset. It was never my intention to date my co-star. Let alone fall in love with him. But after spending countless of hours on set and off set with him there was no denying the chemistry. And what to everyone seemed like an amazing friendship was actually something more.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I wish things could be different but-"

"But this is your first big part. I get it" he said moving to sit me on his lap.

"I'll back off. We'll just have to keep sneaking around"

"Owen-"

"No harm. No foul. If this is what I have to do to be with you I'll do it" He said kissing the spot he had previously been sucking on.

"And I'd do it again" He whispered kissing my skin once more.

"And again" Another kiss.

"And again" He spoke finally meeting my lips. The kiss last longer than the ones shared previously. It was much more passionate on both ends. The risk of getting caught high.

"Owen" I giggled as he flipped us over on the bed.

"Yes?" He questioned as his fingers made their way up my shirt.

"Baby" I moaned as his hands cupped my left boob.

"Mmm" He muttered against my lips.

"We've got to get back on set soon. I have a scene with Jer" I panted pulling away.

"Don't do it"

"Owen" I warned.

"Fine" He groaned getting off me.

"But for the record if they did know we were dating I would not give my approval for the stupid kissing scene" He said kicking the ground like a little kid. Referring to the fact that my character became Reggies love interest this season.

"Be careful there babe the jealousy is peeking through. Just be lucky he's married and they cut it down from a whole make out scene" I teased checking myself in the full length mirror.

"Yeah yeah. God the unholy things I would've done to you in that bed" He whispered in my ear as his hands explored my body.

"Don't temp me Joyner" I said a smirk making it's way onto his face.

"I'm here!" I called running onto set.

"Finally! Where were you?" Charlie asked exasperatedly standing beside Kenny who was looking at script at hand.

"We don't have time to interrogate her Charlie we've got to get this scene filmed if we wanna stick to schedule. Y/n next time be on set 5 minutes before"

"Yes Kenny. Sorry I was um was distracted. Lost track of time" I said noticing Owen had walking onto set casually going to talk to Mads and Savannah.

"Okay so this scene your gonna walk in on cue to your mark. Find Luke sitting on the couch playing his guitar. Sentimental talk. Confess your undying love for Reggie. Then Jers gonna come in tell y/c/n he loves her too. But he can't be with her because he had this girlfriend back in 95 who he never officially broke up with. Then he says screw it. You kiss. End scene"

"Oh the kiss. That's this scene?" I asked finding Owen who was deeply in conversation.

"Yeah. Is there a problem?"

"No, no I'm ready" I said not expecting to have to do this in front of my secret boyfriend right now.

I sighed going to stand on my beginning mark. I watched as Charlie did the same.

The lights dimming in the studio to replicate nightfall.

"And action!" Kenny yelled.

I opened the barn like doors walking in slowly.

"Oh Luke. I didn't know you were here sorry I'll go-"

"No. No it's okay. I was just messing around. What's up?"

"I was looking for Reggie"

"Looking for Reggie? Oh he's with Alex and Willie. He should be back soon"

"Then I'll just go. Thanks I guess"

"Wait. Can I play you something?" Charlie questioned taking a hold of my wrist.

"Um sure. Why not?" I asked sitting down next to him. I listened as he began strumming his guitar to a familiar tune. A small smile forming on my lips.

"That was great Luke. Did you write that? Maybe about someone whose name rhymes with Judy" I spoke in a teasing matter.

"No. Actually Reggie wrote it. About someone who name rhymes with yours" He said a blush forming on my face.

"Okay. I get what your saying" I said playfully rolling my eyes.

"Good. I thought I'd have to follow up with home is where my horse is" He said making me giggle.

"How could I possibly tell a ghost who died 25 years ago that I'm completely head over heels for him?"

"Maybe the same way your telling a ghost who died 25 years ago right now" Charlie said jokingly bumping my shoulder.

"Right... I just- I don't want to get rejected by a ghost. It's one thing when they're alive but if the dead doesn't want me I think that's saying something"

"Y/n, Reggies in love with you. He'd be thrilled if you showed any romantic interest in him. At least more than you already do" He teased me once again.

"Thanks Luke. I just hope he doesn't freak out on me like last time"

"Last time?"

"Yeah last time I brought up relationships in a topic he got all weird and left. So I just never did it again"

"Oh. Look y/c/n back in 95 we had a decent following and a ton of girls following after us" A strange look forming on Charlie's face.

"Okayyy" I stretched out the word.

"And Reggie. You know him he uh well he's a fl-" Charlie words were cut off.

On cue Jeremy strolled into the studio set as Charlie and I sat facing each other stiffly.

I stifled a giggle knowing this would later be edited so it'd look like Jer flashed in out of nowhere.

"Y/c/n? Luke?"

"Oh Reggie. Hi" I stood up continuing the scene.

"Hey. What are you doing here? I thought you'd be home"

"I was. Julie invited me over for a bit and I thought I'd say hi before I uh left. I though maybe we could talk for a bit"

"Oh. Okay yeah" He slightly smiled before turning to the brunette beside me.

"And what are you still doing here?" Jeremy asked looking at Charlie.

"Hey, I was just leaving man. She's all yours" Charlie smirked at us before walking off set.

Jer and I paused until his footsteps could no longer be heard before continuing.

"So um what did you want to talk about?"

"Just um stuff" I said standing still in my spot.

"What stuff?" He asked coming to stand in front of me.

"Luke. He played me your song" I said picking up the piece of paper with chicken scratch from the coffe table.

"Lifer Girl?" I finally read the title before looking up into his brown eyes.

"Uh yeah. I'm still working on the name. Did you like it?"

"I loved it. This lifer girl. She's one lucky girl. Do I know her?"

"Of course you do. Your practically the same person" he said a piece of my hair falling to the front of my face. I nervously played with my fingers as he pushed the strand behind my ears.

"Oh. Can you tell me about her?"

"Well she's funny and makes me feel happy when I'm around her. She's really smart and her grades skyrocket compared to what mine use to be. And she's beautiful, drop dead gorgeous" He whispered tilting my head up with his fingers.

For a moment I looked up into his brown eyes wishing. Longing for them to be someone else's. I felt his finger leave my chin before he turned away dramatically.

"I shouldn't"

"Shouldn't?" I asked curiously.

"I can't"

"Can't? Why not?" I questioned once more.

"Y/c/n there's something I need to tell you"

"What is it Reg?"

"Back in 1995 you know before we died. I uh-"

"You what?" I asked urging him to continue.

"I had a girlfriend and well then we died. So we never officially broke up" Jer said.

"Oh" I mumbled backing away from him.

"I get it"

"No wait y/c/-"

"No Reggie it's okay. Your still in love with her. Of course you are. God how could I be so stupid to think that you'd actually love me. Let alone like m-" My eyes widened as I felt him crash his lips into mine completely going off script. Which wasn't uncommon. But it was supposed to be a short kiss. There were lines that were missing.

Slowly I pretended to sink into the kiss. Pulling away after a couple of seconds amongst hearing the word.

"Cut!" Kenny yelled Jeremy finally letting me go.

"That was amazing! Spectacular! Great improve Jer! We're done with this scene!" He called out to us. But all I could focus on was the look plastered on Owens face. He was hurt. But not because of the kiss. But because of the fact that he couldn't do that. Not out in public anyways.

"Yeah great going Jer" I commented to the boy in front of me.

"Thanks y/n. You did great too" He said getting near me.

"But if I were you I'd go talk to your boyfriend before he bursts" He whispered in my ear leaving me wide eyed.

"H-how'd you?"

"Know? Please everyone knows. I mean you guys aren't great at hiding things. There's actually a poll between Kenny and Charlie. Whichever one of you slips up firsts. My bets on Owen" He chuckled.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Seriously"

“Who was the first one to know"

"Sonya in makeup. The first hickey you showed up with only matched with the timeframe that you and Owen had been together. Clearly not getting lunch like you had said you were"

"That long?" I asked.

"Yup" He spoke popping his p.

"Just don't tell anyone I told you. Carolynn insisted I put you out of your misery"

"Thanks. I think" He smiled at me before walking away.

A grin began to form on my face as I made my way toward the blonde who was leaning against a wall twirling one of his drumsticks in his left hand.

"Hey. Great scene back there" He commented as I now stood in front of him.

"Thanks. You know Jers a good kisser and all but I think your better" I spoke aloud noticing Savannah's and Madison's head whipping towards us.

"What?" He asked making sure he heard right.

"You heard me Joyner" I spoke giggling at his shocked reaction.

"Now shut up and kiss me would you?" He tilted his head to be extra sure. Something I adored about him.

He always wanted to make sure I was certain about these things. I simply nodded feeling his arms wrap around me bringing his lips to meet mine.

I smiled into the kiss as he turned us around pushing me up against the wall. I giggled upon hearing clapping around us from the cast and crew.

"Finally!" I heard Savannah shout.

"Keep it PG kids!" Kenny shouted laughter following.

"You owe me 20 Gillespie!" He yelled again followed by a groan by presumably Charlie. I finally pulled away first leaving Owen in shock.

"I'm gonna need you to come back to reality lover boy" I said rubbing my thumb against his cheek.

"What made you change your mind?" He asked keeping a tight hold on my waist.

"Let's just say you have Carolynn to thank for that. Apparently everyone knew"

"What? How?"

"I guess we weren't as good at keeping a secret as we thought"

"How long?"

"First hickey"

“That long?"

"That's what I said" I laughed as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"You two are so cute"

"Thanks Mads" I smiled at the girl.

Finally able to wrap my arms around the boy who had stolen my heart without any warning.

[shintorikhazumi]

“CABBAGE”

A/N: First, I wanna apologize to the Diakko day mods that reviewed a completely different fic for me that was supposed to be my entry, but then... boom new diakko day entry. I’m sorry ;-;, I just couldn’t figure out a flow that would still have what I had in mind. Uwu, sorry for using up your precious time.

Soulmate, non-magic? AU. Cliche stuff, common trope. STILL. I’m using it. Fun fact, I slaved away for this for two/three days hoho~ peak procrastination, don’t encourage it. Also on ao3, but I have a habit of posting full chaps on tumblr. Teehee. This is... long... (could have been a crazy multi-chap, ey?) but I guess that’s what you get for trying to fit a full story with an AU setting that needs to be established. Sorry if it feels slow with regards to reaching DiAkko, but don’t worry, from when they come along til the end, you’ll have loads of them. Sorry for the pacing tho :((( I also apologize in advance if there are some OOC bits that y’all might not like. Not too confident in it, but hope you all like it. I DID NOT BETA READ THIS ANYMORE BECAUSE I’M TIRED OF THE LENGTH OF IT LMAO. Anywho...

Happy DiAkko day! Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

It was a normal thing, really. She had grown up with a thin chain slung around her neck, attached to another tiny metal thingy resting against the skin of her collarbone. On cold days, she would keep it in her pocket because god knows how weirdly tingly and-or painful that felt on bare skin. Sure she could have chosen to just wear it so that others could see it- actually, wasn’t she going against society’s rules when she hid it? She was, wasn’t she. Heck, it surprised her now that she’s realized it. Why hasn’t she been arrested yet? This is a crime isn’t it? Her mom, her dad, would they get to say their farewells once she got incarcerated-

“I can see it on your face, that you’re thinking about something totally stupid again.”

“Shut up, Sucy.”

“Just saying.” Sucy shrugs, going back to working on their chemistry lab activity. “I mean, I kinda just want you to focus on what we’re doing. Unless you want me to slip in some stuff in your project there.” She grinned in that evil little way the brunette had come to know her for.

“If I know you, which I do, you’ve probably already done that.”

“Akko! I can’t believe you’d accuse me of something like hurting my friends.” Sucy really couldn’t sell the ‘feigning shock’ act as her monotone words did little to convey emotion, and that forced gasp was probably just everyone else’s normal manner of breathing. Which was scary, now that she thought about it. Did that mean Sucy’s normal breathing was even less obvious? Oh god, now that Akko thinks about it, she would sometimes joke in her head about how she often wondered whether or not Sucy was actually dead during sleepovers.

‘I mean, come on! She sleeps like a corpse in a coffin! And she always looks so pale-’

“I knew you were thinking about something stupid again.” Once more, her thoughts were brought to a halt by that lazed, snarky voice that could only belong to her best friend who shared her mutual desire to strangle one another.

“I was just wondering if you were undead or something.”

“Screw you.”

“Wish I’d find someone to do that...” Akko muttered under her breath, to which Sucy sighed. She had heard it, and immediately knew what the Japanese was about to get hung up on. Again. Like she always did.

A hand reaching over to pat her back in consolation, but Akko felt a little worse, feeling that small, hard material lightly tapping the area along with the rest of Sucy’s hand. Sucy chuckled, sympathetically. “I know you’re constantly in a state of heat, Akko-” Or not.

“I am not, you bitch!”

Sucy could stand to ignore that. “-But really. Are you really that obsessed with finding your soulmate? We’re all young and all that jazz that those old hags keep yapping about. You have a lot of time, you know?” She smiled a sincere smile this time, trying her best to comfort her friend. “And besides, even though it’s something written on official print that most people find their soulmates at sixteen, most isn’t all.”

Akko felt a little better. Sucy could be an asshole, but as a best friend, she really knew what to say to Akko sometimes.  

“-That’s basic English that even you can understand.”

She takes it back. She takes some of her heartfelt gratitude back. “I hate you.”

“Aww, I abhor you with all of my non-existent heart as well.” Sucy smirked, swatting Akko’s attacking hand away. “Muah~” She threw in a wink for good measure.

“Ughh, oh gosh... Professor Croix!” Akko bemoaned to their supervising teacher. “Can I please use the emergency shower? And eyewash. I think Miss Manbavaran got her unholy sappiness spilled all over me.”

Croix sighed, rubbing the spot between her eyes with her thumb and index finger. Not this again. “Can’t you two ever pipe down in my class?” She sighed. “PLEASE?!”

“Nope.” -Was the deadpanned response.

“I now see why you guys are friends.” Croix groaned, walking over to their table. “You little shits just won’t give me a break. And yet, you’re so behaved with Chariot.”

“Hey! Sensei, cursing your students is bad!” Akko scolded, before adding, “Besides, this and that are separate matters. Prof Chariot is just sweet and so nice, you can’t bear the weight of guilt of hurting her. Right?” Akko turned to Sucy who just nodded.

“Shut it, Kagari. That is not a valid rea- wait... maybe it is.”

“See?”

Her head was starting to hurt. Just why had she decided to be a teacher in place of any other job involving chemistry? Really, there were so many other things she could have done!

Just as she was about to return the verbal jabs, a gentler voice inserted itself into their conversation. “Umm... guys, professor, the other students are being distracted by your... um... exchange.”

Three pairs of eyes blinked, before two widened in apologetic shock, while the other seemed to gleam in pleasure. “Sorry, Lotte.”

“Sucy, please try to look even the slightest bit sorry.”

And disappointment replaced them right away.

“Tsk.”

“Sucy... we will be having a talk back in our room.” Akko heard that audible gulp, reaching for her friend’s hand under the table, squeezing support.

“Don’t die.” She whispered.

“You too, Akko.”

“Noooo! How? I don’t even live with you two!”

Lotte was about to respond that Akko always stayed over, anyway, but the frantic screams of their teacher took the words far away from her mind.

“Akko! Akko! Your solution is bubbling! Wait, that’s not supposed to do that-” Croix’s concern was justified as in a matter of a split second, everyone in their immediate circle was covered in some bright pink substance. “SHOWER, EMERGENCY SHOWER-”

“W-we won’t all fit, Professor!” Lotte had begun tearing up, wondering if she was about to die from whatever toxic chemical their beloved dunce must have mixed in. Maybe if she prayed to something somewhere out there, the spirits of nature would take hers and maybe she could live as some kind of forest sprite in some alternate magical world, and crap, she was becoming delusional.

“Hoho~ What a nice outcome~.”

“Manbavaran!”

“Relaaaax, I switched out all of Akko’s components for some of my stuff. It was a precaution.” She smiled, unbelievably innocent-looking. “...and maybe added a little surprise.”

“Su.CY!” Akko lunged forward before being stopped mid-air, caught by the collar.

“Akko. Sucy. I’ll see you in the office later.”

“...your office?” They seemed amazingly unfazed. They’d probably been so used to being there that they must see it as a lounge of sorts. But no, Croix wasn’t going to be defeated by teenage rascals that were the cause of her hair prematurely turning white. No.

“Nope.”

“Th-then, Finneran’s?” They weren’t completely scared of the aforementioned teacher. She just gave them such an earful, sometimes they’d joke to Lotte about needing hearing aids at some point.

“No.” Croix’s smile grew despicably wide and dark. “Holbrooke’s.”

Lotte sighed in sympathy. Well, she’d expected this development sooner or later. “I’ll wait for you by the usual bench.”

//-//-//-//-//

A week of suspension. One week off school, no school or class-related updates allowed from classmates, and only check-ins and work drops from teachers. That was... surprisingly light after all the trouble they’d accumulated over the past first month of the semester. Or maybe it was because it was just the start of the school year that the headmistress really wanted as little to go wrong as possible. Preferably nothing would go wrong. Or it could also be the fact that they were in their senior year, and the teachers really wanted all their students to graduate.

But you could never tell with a group as rowdy as the ‘witches’ of Luna Nova International Institute. They were rightly labeled as such with the cursed terrors they had inflicted, every incident they’ d caused all over the school premises and beyond.

If it wasn’t Akko and Sucy, it was Jasminka somehow being able to sneak in and out of the classroom and buy out the entire snack section of the cafeteria, and making it back to class without anyone noticing. With her size, it was some kind of scary magic trick. If it wasn’t that either, then it was Constanze constantly installing who-know’s-what in the schools’ computers. It it wasn’t her, then it was Amanda and Hannah pulling at hairs, or cutting at each other’s necks, then the next thing you know they’re either making out in public, or making out in public... with Barbara. There was also Lotte when she was in her wild states of fangirling after a new Night Fall release. People tended to keep a safe distance from her during those times. (She’d once shaken a girl unconscious out of her sheer excitement at the mention of, ‘Oh, I read the latest release too’.)

Never a dull day with them.

Scarily so.

Holbrooke had smiled at them kindly as always, but there was just a little something else behind it that felt like Akko and Sucy were about to die on the spot.

“Please. I beg of you. Your first two years, we tried to overlook all your mischief as it did not pose any threat to the masses, only towards you and your friend group... well... physical harm or threat, at least. I don’t know how many people are psychologically scarred because of you.” She had said that, but they didn’t know if it was a joke, a serious statement, or both.

After being given twenty blank pages to write their usual apologies on- they shared a laugh, thinking back on when Amanda got fifty-, the pair made their merry way to the bench just by the school gate where Lotte sat, chatting alongside and excited Barbara, a Hannah with a fond smile directed at her life-time partner, and Amanda who was carrying both their bags for them, waving goodbye to Constanze and Jasminka who looked like they were just leaving.

“Aww, didn’t get to catch my little friend.” Akko pouted, wanting to hug Conz as she always did. She was so cute. And soft. Like a plush. Always calming Akko down.

“She’s gonna shoot one of her tiny lazers at you again. Those actually burn.” Amanda reminded, laughing as she remembered what Lotte told her about why they were late. “And I heard you two got some quality time with the big woman upstairs?” Her grin widened. “How many?”

“Twenty.” They responded in synch, hands aching from the memory.

“Heh... not bad. Doesn’t beat my record though.” She cackled, slinging an arm over Hannah’s shoulder, Akko not missing the glint on her left ring finger. How nice.

“Don’t egg them on, idiot.” Hannah sighed, peeling the limb off her. “And you all got nothing on these two.” She pointed a thumb to the still excitedly conversing pair. “They wrote a fucking novel for their apology. Literally. But the teachers were so tired of reading that they weren’t made to write apology notes anymore.”

“Hey! Cleaning the bathrooms aren’t the best either!” Barbara, now done with her talk with Lotte, turned to pinch the ginger’s arm.

“I mean, we all have cleaned them at some point.”

“True, true.” The group nodded in consensus.

“...”

“This is not a very good fact.” Barbara pointed out, and they all laughed, the ones seated slowly getting up, everyone ready to go home.

As they exited the gate, they all waved their goodbyes, Akko and her two best friends heading one way, and Amanda and her girls the other. Just as the sun was setting at that hour in the afternoon, red eyes caught the reflected glimmer of light against the three bands on each girl’s ring finger. Those same eyes traveled to similar hoops donned by the pair walking quietly in front of her, hands brushing by one another.

Really. She was happy all her friends had found their destined ones. Some partners may look to be as mismatched as Sucy and Lotte, and some cases were as rare as the three-way between the snarky British girls and their American idiot, but... the system had worked some magic in perfectly matching people, it seemed. They all seemed happy with who they had.

Akko didn’t know if this was some kind of spiritual occurrence like fate or the likes, or if this was just one ginormous scientific experiment on billions of guinea pigs across the globe, but... Akko wanted in on it too.

Placing a hand over where her heart was, she felt for the metal against her chest, clutching it through her uniform blouse.

Just when would her “soulmate” come?

//-//-//-//-//

Their first stop, as per usual, was the small apartment complex that Lotte and Sucy lived in. When their parents had discovered that these children had found the one meant for them, they were more than willing to help the girls move in together, and get used to a life-long companionship. They trusted them as they were both capable and level-headed, and Akko was so happy that her friends were happy. She always was.

Lotte invited her in. As always. And Akko should’ve accepted like she always did as well, but somehow, today... she just didn’t feel like it. So she made a random excuse, something believable enough, like how her parents had asked her to make dinner because they’d be home late, and the Fin just had to let her go, even if she felt something was off, and that the brunette might just be lying.

There had been a time when Lotte and Sucy had just gotten together that Akko seemed to distance herself from her best friends. They soon found out it was out of her concern that she might be intruding on their relationship, or bothering them, taking away from the time the pair could spend alone together as a couple. Obviously, they had never seen Akko as a nuisance, and were saddened she would think of such things.

With a talk, reassurances, and clarifications in place, their bond as friends became ever stronger, and more trusting.

But Akko still wanted to be considerate. Out of love.

...and maybe a little envy that made her want to distance herself from the sight of people with fulfilled partnerships.

Maybe she was just a sore, lonely loser who couldn’t truly be happy for her friends.

Who knows.

After jogging the rest of the way home, a simple five-minute distance away from the apartments, she reached that familiar wooden gate, the name plate “Kagari” shiny and clean, like her mother liked it. Pushing the swinging portion open, she walked up the driveway, smiling at her share little garden with her Mama. Looks like the vegetables were growing up healthy. Maybe she could try some new dishes out and have her friends give her feedback. The usual agenda.

“I’m home!” She called out in the foyer, shoes slipping off and set neatly to the side. A habit strongly instilled in her since childhood. “Mama?” The scents of vegetables and meat, and was that... cookies! Her mom was baking cookies! “Mama!”

Padding down the hall and entering the open living room, she found her father splayed out, snoring on the couch with a newspaper covering his face. Giggling to herself, she continued her way into the kitchen, spotting the one she’d been looking for, ear buds in and swaying to some music only she could hear. Akko smiled. Her mom was so youthful, she was such a girl. With her bright pink apron and bunny slippers, and impeccable manners and home skills.

“Ma~ma!” She called, hugging her mother’s waist from behind.

The older woman yelped, spatula flying into the air, but with Akko smoothly catching it and licking off some of the sauce on it. She tried not to look into those disproving eyes, and simply released her mother and went to wash the utensil.

“Akko...”

“I said I was home! You didn’t hear me, mama. This is revenge.” She grinned cheekily, her mother sighing before a fond smile played on her lips.

“Fine, fine. But just this once, okay?”

“Hai~” Akko gave a mock salute, enjoying this moment with her mother as the her co-brunette rolled her eyes fondly. Akko walked up to her, kissed her cheek, and attempted to “appease” her mother by offering her exemplary culinary services- or so her dad had once claimed. “Let me help you out?”

Unable to keep up the annoyed act longer, her mother slipped into giggles, turning to gather her daughter into her arms and pepper kisses all over her hair. “Thank you, baby. Please chop me up some of the veggies in the bag by the sink.”

“Roger!”

And they shared another laugh at the voice coming from the other room, screaming a sleepy, “WHO’S ROGER?! ANOTHER BOY-”

The usual always felt so good.

//-//-//-//-//

Dinner had been fairly uneventful. Her cousin- the relation fairly distant- who currently lived with them wasn’t home still, just like always. She knew he was always busy at school, and with the little business her father had him manage, so that was a normal thing as well. She had ended up just confessing to her parents what she’d done in school this time, in hopes that her being honest instead of them finding out via a phone call from school first would ease the inevitable punishment awaiting her.

It... kind of helped. Kind of.

Her father had laughed so hard, clearly amused at her and Sucy’s antics. Her mother sighed deeply, not knowing if she should even still be disappointed anymore. Akko and school accidents and incidents weren’t uncommon at all, after all. It wasn’t a surprise. Really, the biggest school-related surprise they’d gotten was the fact that Akko wanted to take a science-related course instead of an arts one. They knew it had always been her dream to be a performer. So why was she taking that when Luna Nova offered the Arts as well. It was something they would forever wonder about.

Akko was usually so open and honest with them in just about everything, but this was one thing she would never clear up with them. And they could never understand why. There was definitely a deep reason behind it. But why did she have the need to keep it to herself? They worried, but they also believed in her, that she would tell them if she needed to. She was that kind of child.

They hoped.

Kissing her parents good night, She walked away from the kitchen banter of who should wash the dishes between the two adults, and trudged up the wooden stairs to her room. Akko had offered, but they said she should just rest up. She looked like she had a long day. Besides, she had a week to help out at home. Akko shivered at the thought of being worked like a mule. That was a joke of course, but her mama could be so Spartan sometimes.

Her door clicked close, and she immediately found herself face-first in the soft covers of the lower bunk of her bed, lights of the room still down. Originally, the Kagari’s had been expecting twins because of how large Akko’s mother’s stomach had been. Apparently, they were simply blessed with a very healthy baby. (She was a fair bit taller than her mother, and had a good height for a Japanese woman). As Akko grew up, however, she insisted to keep the bunk as it seemed like it could be useful to turn into her own little fort. Plus, sleepovers wouldn’t be much of a problem in terms of space.

Flipping onto her back, she stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars pasted onto the top of her ceiling. It was fairly high up, with this side of the house being designed a little differently, the roof of Akko’s room forming a dome. This was at her request as a child after attending one of Professor Chariot’s public lectures on stars as a child. Akko had since then been hooked to them, the fading glow of the stickers allowing her sights of the constellations she’d painstakingly formed, sticking each point one by one with the help of her dad and a ladder.

She had been saving up lately to buy one of those small, portable planetarium projectors. She didn’t want to outright ask her parents for one, and she had taken a few secret part-time jobs to make up for the amount she needed. Little by little, she was getting close to her goal. She’d have one someday. One day.

Her eyes felt heavy all of a sudden, an arm moving to rest over them as her breathing slowed, thoughts drifting to stars and constellations, and myths, and tales, and fate, and...

Her world shut down.

//-//-//-//-//

“Atsuko. Atsuko, get up. Akko. Wake up, bloody hell, you sleep like a log!”

“Mmrrnghmm... eh?” Blinking her eyes open, she spotted a young man, brown hair just like hers, dressed in a cardigan and slacks, looking ready to go out on some date, or the like, or maybe he had more business as usual. “Andrew.”

“Akko.” He responded dryly. “It’s eight in the morning. I know it’s the weekend, but really, sleeping in isn’t a good habit.”

Rolling over to shield her eyes from the intrusive sunlight and man, she waved him away sloppily, ready to get back to rest, body feeling heavy for some reason.

“Akko!”

“You really do take my mom’s place when she isn’t around, Andrew.” Akko complained, sitting up, if only to get Andrew to pipe down. “Alright, I get it.” She rubbed the sleep away from her eyes, stretching her body out and taking in a breath of fresh air. “But if you’re here, I’m figuring my parents are out?”

She received a nod, followed by an explanation. “They said they had a picnic date planned for the whole day.”

Akko pouted. “Aww, and they didn’t think to take me along? How mean~”

“They tried to wake you up, believe me.” Andrew scoffed. “You could sleep through world war two without problem, however.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Get out, please.”

“Later.”

“I’m asking nicely.” Akko whined, slipping out of her bed, realizing she hadn’t changed out of her uniform last night.

“After I tell you about our plans for today.”

A well-shaped brow raised in suspicion at the words. “Our plans?” Akko voiced. “What do you mean. ‘our plans’? I don’t have any plans of spending time with you today, as far as my knowledge tells me.”

“Not that you have mu-” Andrew was about to throw in the usual insulting jab, playful banter, but refrained. He did actually need Akko to go with him.

“Hmm?” The lack of a biting response didn’t sit quite well with Akko. Something was up with her cousin, and she was sure that she was about to find out just what.

There was an awkward pause in the air before the older boy cleared his throat; maybe he should begin with getting on her good side. “L-lovely weather we’re having today.”

“Just tell me what you want from me and leave.”

“We’re going to the mall, please help me.”

“Why?”

“...”

“Why?” Akko pressed. If Andrew wasn’t going to give her a good enough explanation, she wasn’t going to move a single inch.

“...It’s Denise’s birthday soon.” He confessed, and Akko actually backed off.

“Oh.” She immediately understood what Andrew wanted without him having to expound on his earlier statement. Really, he could be such an adorable dork sometimes, especially when it came to Denise.

Denise was Andrew’s set partner. She was a kind person, gentle, lady-like, intelligent, mild-mannered, but strong-willed. She was great. Too good for Andrew, Akko would tease at times. But really, they made such a good match. She liked Denise; she was sweet to Akko, exchanged treats with her, as well as tutored her from time to time, being in the same school and all. She also kept Andrew busy and out of Akko’s hair, so she was perfect! So if not for Andrew’s sake, Akko should at least do something nice for her friend.

“Give me half an hour. I’ll be ready by then.”

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, offering Akko a grateful smile. “Thank you. I’ll see myself out then.”

“Finally!”

With a childish sticking of the tongue out at each other, a habitual thing they had formed, Andrew had closed the door to Akko’s bedroom, not forgetting to lock it behind him for privacy’s sake. Akko was thankful.

Instead of getting up, however, and preparing for the day with Andrew out of the room, Akko lay back down on the soft mattress, eyes trained to the top of the room again. As she saw her little clusters of stars and constellations, red ribbons connecting points one to the other, always to be linked even if they were far apart, never to be broken, her regular intrusive thoughts had begun making their way to the forefront of her mind again.

Fated people... soulmates, huh. Weren’t those terms just glorified ways of saying everyone was in some kind of arranged marriage they could never get out of? Wouldn’t there be at least one person averse to all this? Maybe? But why... did all the people she’s known, who’ve met their match-why did they all seem content?

Feeling for that familiar metal piece under her clothing, she pulled it out by the chain, observing it as it glinted against the morning light. Her finger traced over the engraving on the outside, admiring the workmanship, but frowning at the words.

She thought back on it all. How all this destined person stuff all started out, as the history books told them. Before the records of History ever existed, they said that the leaders of the ancient world had gathered together, seeing the ‘sorrow of the world’, and came to a decision of what to to do to make the world better in that regard. They decided that ‘LOVE’ was the answer, as cheesy as it sounded. And so a system was put into place that would overcome barriers and seas, both literal and figurative, of difference, and bring to mankind the meaning of true joy- Akko always found it incredibly sappy and cringey when it was laid out like that.

Like any system, there were the finer details that made it all work one way or the other. It is said that people are born issued with a ring to be worn on their person on all times. It was a mystery as well, how one could never seem to outgrow the ring. Like it was made to grow alongside you. It was made out of metal, however, and it made things all the more perplexing. Who knows what magic goes on behind all of this? No one knows who makes the rings, or who created this system; nor does anyone know who assigns partners to each other. All they’ve known are the facts that the rings were created, containing words that served to be a hint to who your soulmate is supposedly. When you meet that person, you’d just know. The words, they’d just make sense. It didn’t matter if it never did all your life. One day, everything would just click, apparently. That was how the words were chosen, they said. Then these rings would be distributed to countries and the government would be responsible in ensuring that they got to their rightful owners.

Honestly, this whole thing sounded like some deep cult-ish shit, and Akko was quite shocked that she- along with possibly millions, or billions- had never questioned it before. After all, it was the usual; as always, the norm. It could be something of a mysterious world movement that no one knew of, but with it simply claiming to have the goal of ‘bringing happiness to all citizens’, people hardly seemed to mind where it took them.

Akko remembered the first time she ever found it weird. She was in the fourth grade, and that day, they had learned the importance of the words on the rings. ‘Hints to finding your one, true love, their teacher had claimed, trying to rouse excitement from the students at the prospect of soulmates.

And while every other little girl squealed in joy and giddiness upon reading the words written on their rings, Akko had a look of distaste on her face at the sight of her words, immediately hiding the item from possibly prying eyes of her classmates who had already began to compare words with others.

She hated it. She had then ran home to tell her mother about it.

“Mooommm! Mom!”

“Akko? What’s wrong? You’re all sweaty and you still have your outdoor boots on-”

“Why does my word suck so much?”

“Huh?” The woman was lost for words, confounded by a simple question.

“Why does it suck so much? My word!  I mean...” Holding her ring out for her Mama to see, Akko continued on her rant. “What the heck does cabbage even mean?! IS HE A FARMER?! DOES MY SOULMATE LIKE CABBAGE THAT MUCH?!”

“Ah... well...”

“Why couldn’t it be something cool like yours and dads. ‘Eyes like rubies’, and ‘Rider from the north’ just sounds so badass and romantic! And then there’s me with CABBAGE.  Sure, the ring is pretty and all, but... WHAT IS CABBAGE?!”

“I... don’t know, sweetheart.”

Akko had felt so frustrated with her word, that she wanted to cry. “My soulmate sucks!”

Thinking back on those times, she sure was such a child. It wasn’t her soulmate’s fault that the government or whatever authority or higher power decided to describe him or her that way. If anything, her partner is a victim of slander. Even Sucy had it better with the description. Akko chuckled mirthlessly. What are those people thinking. Ah, her head was starting to hurt from overthinking all this.

“’Bring happiness to all citizens’, my ass. With a hint as weird and cryptic as this, how am I supposed to be ‘happy’ like everyone else?” Akko sighed once more, unclasping the chain from behind her neck, and taking her ring off, hanging it over her eyes, watching it dangle in the air, the elegant cursive of ‘cabbage’ pissing her off a little more than it should.

Along with the ring came a handbook of sorts. Akko’s sat atop her bedside drawer. In it were more rules, guidelines, and information to be taken note of, but they could only be read at certain ages, sections sealed off by some kind of technology that only unlocked come one’s birthday. An example of a rule was related to how to wear the ring. It didn’t seem to be a heavily imposed rule as Akko had done away with it all her life. It was that rings should be worn on your right ring finger so long as you hadn’t found your assigned partner, moving it to your left once you have. Akko had been ashamed of her word and had always carried it around her neck, hidden underneath her clothes. Her mother had scolded her for it in the past, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to get teased by the other children for having such a strange hint. She had believed that it would give her a hard time.

And it still did. With it being so vague and odd, there was no way this hint made much sense to her, at all. Would she ever find the person her whole being was linked to for a lifetime?

Besides the rules came soulmate-related explanation for the rings and words. An instance of this would be that the meaning behind the words would only be revealed to them once they entered fourth grade. She never understood the significance of that. Why couldn’t one just read through everything and understand it all at once? Well, not that it mattered. She would soon be turning eighteen, and opening a section that made her feel just the slightest bit bitter.

[What to do if you haven’t found your soulmate yet.]

Sucy may have told her that each person had their own time, and that she was still young, and had plenty of years to go searching. But when everyone else around you had already found theirs by the “normal” designated time, you’d start to feel quite isolated and lonely, right? She was already different from the rest with the weird-ass word she was stuck with, and now she wasn’t even close to being on the right track to finding the person it was pointing to.

It was frustrating.

Three knocks and a voice followed suit. “Akko? Are you ready? It’s been about twenty-five minutes, but I didn’t hear any noise coming from your room. Are you actually okay?”

Right. Andrew.

“I’m fine! Sorry, I got lost in thought. Be right out! Maybe in fifteen! My bad, really.”

“It’s fine, I’m the one requesting a favor, after all!” Andrew responded through the wood, and Akko felt his presence leave her immediate area.

Hopping off her bed and grabbing her towel, she made her way to the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would help her stop thinking about all of this for a few. She really should stop questioning the whole system of practically the whole world. It wasn’t good for her sanity.

Turning on the shower and soaking herself, her assumption of her endangered mental health was confirmed.

“AH, I FORGOT TO STRIP!”

//-//-//-//-//

“You sure took your sweet time getting ready.” Andrew commented, locking the door behind them and tossing the keys into his pocket as they got to walking. Opening the gate for Akko with a bow, they shared a laugh, going on their merry way down the street.

As often as they got on one another’s nerves, they undeniably enjoyed each other’s company. It was nice. Akko liked it to an extent. The conversation was fun, the exchanges never dull, it was time spent well. What she didn’t like about hanging around with Andrew were all the stares and glares she got from people around. Much like now.

It would’ve been great if it ended with just observation, but there was always that one brave (or maybe stupid) soul who would come up to the pair to ask if they were an item. The brunette pair would then proceed to do their usual schtick of jumping a meter away from each other, and pretending to gag whilst glaring.

“NO WAY. WITH HER/HIM?!”

And despite the denial, instead of feeling joy at the availability of Andrew- Akko assumed it was him that people always wanted to confirm about anyway- there was no delight, only some form of fear. The creeped-out kind maybe?

Continuing their walk, Akko slapped Andrew’s shoulder, hard. The boy looked like he could bite her.

“Ugh... it’s already such a pain in school when we have joint functions and people mistake us for a couple. I was hoping it was obvious we were related.”

Andrew scoffed at the statement. “I’m sorry, but I’m actually quite pleased I don’t look to be related to your ugly face.”

He deserved the stronger smack, Akko would say.

“AKKO! That hurt!”

“You know what else hurts? The fact that people can’t seem to get it in their heads that not every guy and girl walking next to each other are partners. Damn, and I used to think it was a good thing that I could use you to get out of awkward confession situations.” Sometimes people did that, despite the entire ‘destined partner’ situation. “Weird times.”

“You actually get confessed to? Hahaha, why? Guys must need glasses.”

The tall lad flinched at the held up fist. “I’m kidding. You’re actually growing up to be quite pretty Akko.”

Eyes wide one second, then smiling sweetly the next, a chill ran up Andrew’s spine at Akko’s reaction... that suddenly morphed into disgust, a hand pinching his side. “Ew, I kinda liked you better when you weren’t so gross and cheesy.”

“Ah- h-hurts, that, Akko, that stings, ouch! Let go! I was trying to be nice!” Andrew retaliated with his own pinch to Akko’s slightly rounded cheeks. “Let go!”

“You lwet gfho!” They released their holds at the same time, rubbing the sore spots on their bodies. “Why were you suddenly being all weird?”

“...ate...etter...man...”

“What was that?” Akko couldn’t understand any of Andrew’s incoherent mumbling.

“...My soulmate told me I should really try to be a better gentleman... to you...”

“Haha, she’s right about that! You’re such a dick!”

“Oi!”

Before Andrew could physically get back at her, Akko made a dash to the mall entrance across the street right as the street light turned green for pedestrians. “Loser has to buy the other ice-cream!”

“That’s cheating!”

“Maybe!”

//-//-//-//-//

“See? You’re all out of energy now because of how rowdy you were earlier today.” Andrew scolded, hands on his hips, a paper bag with the chosen gift in it, slung around one wrist.

“Y’think so? This is usually... hah... nothing... to me.” Akko panted, plopping down on one metal chair by the ice-cream bar. “Weird.”

Andrew sighed, deciding to cater to Akko’s needs since she was nice enough to help him out today. “I’ll get you a water. What flavor of ice-cream would you like?”

“Matcha-Vanilla~” Akko drawled, now slumped against the table, liking the cool surface against her somehow, heated cheek. “Go forth, my peasant!”

“Noted, your eminence.”

“Mm, mm!” Akko nodded in approval, arms going under her head to cushion it. Her eyes were getting heavy. Did all that walking around really make her that tired? Her head was starting to hurt, and her body still felt heavy. Just what-

//-//-//-//-//

“Akko. Akko! Atsuko!”

‘...Andrew?’

“Tsk. Should I call an ambulance?”

‘Andrew...’

“Excuse me, are you in need of any assistance for your friend? My family owns a hospital nearby and we could take her there.”

Akko felt Andrew’s hand supporting her suddenly tense. “Geh- Cavendish...”

“My, Sir Hanbridge. Date?”

“Cousin.”

“Hmm...”

Oh? Someone... A lady? What a nice voice. Somehow it was comforting to Akko. It felt warm, it felt kind, it felt gentle. For a voice to feel something rather than sound like something, Akko must really be out of it.

Hands.

Careful, tender.

“A-An... wha-”

“Akko! Don’t talk. Just rest.”

“Akko, huh. Is that her name? Miss Akko?”

“mmrm?”

“You’ll be alright.”

That voice. Akko wanted to believe it. Who...

Soft. Soft. Akko was leaning against something soft.

“You’’ll be alright.” Was said again.

“Akko, you’ll be alright.” Ah, Andrew. But somehow, Akko would rather hear those words from the other person currently holding her in her arms. She felt bad. Not just in the sick kind of way. What was she supposed to do again? Oh right, she was helping Andrew. Where was she? Was she causing trouble? Ah, what if she was bothering this sweet-smelling, comfortable-feeling, gentle-sounding lady.

‘Hey... you...’ Hmm, her voice wasn’t quite working like it should. Maybe she should try to express herself again. Clearing her terribly scratchy and dry throat, she managed to croak out a single word.

“So...rry...”

“It’s alright.”

//-//-//-//-//

White ceiling, the absence of sticker-stars. Dim lighting, the low thrum of the air conditioner unit, and the occasional sound of something dripping. The scent of antiseptic.

Her right hand felt uncomfortable, like something was stuck in it. She lifted it up, seeing a slim tube running out of some secure, clear tape.

“You’re in the hospital, idiot.”

“Never a quiet moment with you, Andrew.”

A sigh. “I was worried.”

“...Mm. I’m sorry...”

“You didn’t tell me you were feeling unwell.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Couldn’t tell.”

“Akko!”

“Say, Andrew. Who was with you earlier?”

“Don’t change the subject, Akko- huh?” Reprimanding words died on the boy’s lips as the question sunk in. “Ahhh.” Recollections of earlier events came in. “The daughter of the owner of this place.” He threw in a few other details he thought Akko would want to know. “High-class lady. This place does too.” He decided to humor her queries, knowing she didn’t want to argue with Andrew anymore. He didn’t either, not when she was like this. A time and place for everything.

“Hmm...” Akko hummed, sitting upright and looking out the window. Andrew panicked, stepping forward, but Akko shooed her cousin away. “She sounded nice.” Akko commented. “Was she pretty?” Somehow her mind wanted to know. Her heart was clenching in some unknown need to know more about a voice she barely registered, a touch she fleetingly felt.

“You could say that. I guess to most, she’d be considered gorgeous?” Andrew mused. “Weird hair though.” Was added as an afterthought.

“Heh...”

“Curious?” He didn’t say it in a teasing town, only genuinely inquisitive at Akko’s not-so-subtle expression of interest in someone she barely even met.

“No? Not really.” She responded, everything becoming still. “Can I go home?”

“Once your tests come in.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Overnight.”

“Mama and dad?”

“Dropped by while you were asleep. Uncle was sobbing buckets, but Auntie dragged him out because they both had work. They paid off the bill and said they’ll see you when we all get home.”

Akko sighed, dropping back against her pillows. “I can’t believe I’ve caused so much trouble in a span of, what, three days?” Covering her face with one of the pillows, she screamed lightly into it, the muffled sound concerning Andrew. “I have to apologize a lot to them. Have to make it up to them... I even had them spend a lot of money on -ow! Andrew!”

Retracting the hand he used to chop her head, Andrew huffed. “Stop that. Your parents love you, you’re not a bother. Shut it. If you really want to make it up to them, get some rest right now as we wait, and get better soon. I suggest you make some dinner if you’re well enough.” He knew she often had insecurities, and tried her best not to bother people so much. He’d observed it from her relationship with her two best friends. She really was just a ball of energy that she couldn’t help but cause scenes, though. People hardly minded, anyway. If only she realized.

“Duly noted.”

Andrew nodded, walking over to the bed and sitting at the edge, whipping his head about to glare at the  owner of the leg that had just attempted to kick him off.

“You’re making the foam awkwardly sink. It’s uncomfortable. You’re inconveniencing the patient’s recovery.” Akko grinned, trying to get rid of the stuffy atmosphere that had settled by stirring up another banter session.

“Could you settle down for once?”

“I mean, I could.”

“Unbelievable.” He chuckled. “Fine, fine, I’ll give you your space. I’m going to the store. Want anything?” He offered, since the ice-cream he initially was supposed to treat her to as thanks was long since forgone on some cemented floor, probably already cleaned up by the workers of the shop.

“Orange juice.”

“Coffee? Understood.”

“Ass.”

“The good ass genes run in our family.”

“Oh my gosh, you did not just say that.” Akko guffawed, waving her hands, eyes sparkling with pride at the crude joke of her prim and proper, perfect-gentleman cousin.

“I did not just say that.” Andrew smirked. “Now rest before your fever comes back from all that tension you release. Good thing you’re off school for a while.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“I’ll be back in fifteen.”

“Hai~”

“Don’t disappear.”

“...”

“AKKO!”

“I won’t, I won’t!” She giggled, dropping the tease. “Now scram!”

“I swear to god...”

And with that, she was alone again.

Great. More time alone with her thoughts. And what better way to occupy that blank space that was her mind then to fill it with all her doubts, insecurities, and questionings.

One particular question stood out at that moment.

“Who... was the owner of that voice...” Along with that single question came a wave of interconnected ones that Akko could not understand. Why was there this sudden desire to just... know.

What did she look like? How tall was she? Was she fair-skinned? Tanned? Long hair? Short hair? Curled or not? How old was she? Were they the same age? Was she an older lady? Was she maybe in the same grade? From the haze that was her memories, it seemed Andrew knew her? An acquaintance? Why couldn’t he give Akko more details besides insulting that woman’s hair? Where was she from? She had an accent. British? Scottish? Did she live around these parts? Why...

Why was Akko so curious?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Andrew, you know you can just, like... come in, right? You know I can’t even get up to open the door for yoouuu...huuu...” With the door swinging open to reveal the person on the otherside, Akko could only hope that she did not appear to be the stupid-looking gay dance she most probably was. “-...huuu...who...?”

‘Beautiful.’

“I apologize for the intrusion, but I just wanted to check on you. Oh, you may not even know me, I’m sorry. I should probably introduce myself, isn’t that right? Oh blood hell, Andrew, telling me to check on someone I barely know because you want to go off somewhere...” Akko heard her mutter that last bit under her breath before watching this gorgeous lady seemingly recover her senses. “-Ah, apologies, um... sorry! Wow, I suppose I’m saying that too much, aren’t I? We didn’t exactly ‘meet’ earlier, but... I don’t know, I was probably meddling in issues not concerning me, but... I couldn’t help but want to help you out. It was an automatic reaction as someone who has wanted to be a healthcare professional all my life, and I was so used to it, and then it just so happened to be Andrew and... well, you and- and I-” Fair skin, lithe, fairly tall frame, a melodic voice, gorgeous blue eyes hidden by long lashes and ...strange hair, due to an immediate bow upon spotting the confused gaze of the patient; this person was...

“You’re rambling, miss.”

Said Miss bristled, expression flustered and eyes darting about in her embarrassment. “S-sorry.”

Akko panicked at the saddened apology. She just made a pretty girl sad! “N-no! I-” Their eyes met and then it was one of the most magical and equally painful moments of Akko’s life, she concluded. “Hi.”

“Hello.” The girl nodded back in acknowledgement.

“Akko.” She blurted out. Then just like that she witnessed a world wonder contained in such a small room, in just one girl. There was just something in the way her eyes lit up that pleased Akko very much. It was as though she was the catalyst for such a breath-taking phenomena. Blue stars, passionately burning, brightly so, like her favorite celestial bodies. “...Rigel...” She murmured.

“Huh?”

“Oh? Huh? Eh, um...” Arms flapping about, she tried to graps control of the conversation, not knowing where it was going anymore. “Uh, my... name! My name is Akko! Ahaha, sorry ‘bout that.” --She scratched the back of her head sheepishly with the hand not attached to the IV tube.

“Miss Akko... Rigel?” She tilted her head, and by gods that was the cutest thing Akko had ever seen in her life. But Wait-

“Oh! No, nono... no hahaha.” She laughed, waving her hands in front of her, realizing that what she said had been mistaken as her name.

“I... My name is Kagari Atsuko, but you can call me Akko.” She clumsily reintroduced herself.

“And Rigel...?”

‘Is a blue star that is put to shame when in comparison to your ethereal ocean eyes-’

“Oh, it’s just... just a star I like, hahaha...ha..ha.” She needed to save this dying interaction, fast. She didn’t want this goddess of a lady to walk away just yet. Who was she? Why was Akko panicking so badly? Why was her heart running miles per second? Where did these confusing feelings stirring from her chest come from? Could this just be... Was this girl... Was she... could she be who Akko thought she was? She didn’t even know her name yet, but the way she made her feel, it was like some universal, natural phenomena that could only make sense in the context of... that. Who was she? Who was she? Who-

“Diana.”

Diana, apparently.

“Diana.” She tested, the name unfamiliar, but incredibly welcome and sliding off her tongue so naturally, and with ease. Like she was meant to know such a name all her life. “Nice to meet you.”

She patted herself on the back for a good greeting, with good manners, even happier when she received a soft smile in return.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

“No, no, the pleasure is mine, I mean... pleasure, I’m... feels good to meet you, I mean, because you saved me and all, from what I can understand, so pleasure, good feels- no- what am i saying?! I’m sorry, Diana, er miss? Diana? Miss Diana?”

“Diana is fine.”

Diana was indeed SO fine.

“Th-thank you for being so beautiful.”

“What?”

“Tha-thanks for saving me, I mean, helping Andrew out in saving me, but that means you saved me too, so I just thought I should properly thank you and all that and express gratitude because that’s the right thing to do, amiright? And of course I’m right so thank you, Diana, thanks for everything, and the hospital and the room and all, oh but you don’t own it, but your family does, so does that mean you own it-”

“Akko.”

“Yes?!”

“You’re rambling, Akko.”

Akko was a burning hot mess of foolishness, but if it prompted such heavenly giggles from such an angel- no a goddess, alongside her name that sounded divine coming from soft pink lips- that she was absolutely not staring at- then she hardly minded at all.

And then there was silence.

“So...”

“So...”

Diana awkwardly shuffled on her spot, the tip of her shoe tapping against the floor impatiently, hand fiddling with a button on her shirt. It took so much willpower for Akko not to direct her eyes there.

“I guess I’ll get going.”

“A-already?”

“Eh?”

“Eh?”

“Ah... I mean... if you have... stuff to do, I guess... I... shouldn’t be stopping you or anything of the sort, right?”

Akko didn’t like that frown, however miniscule it was, on Diana’s face.

“I... I’m a little busy, I apologize.” She spoke softly. Akko’s heart clenched, and she cursed her insensitive ways. “But... I can come back tomorrow? If you’d like?” -And it leaped up in joy just as quick. More time! More Diana! More getting to know her!

“Y-Yes! Of course! I’ll wait here for you! Pinky swear! I- woah...” The world was suddenly spinning, and Akko had to lean back for a moment, vision swimming in color.

“Akko!”

Said girl was beginning to get addicted to the feeling of Diana’s presence by her side. That was not necessarily a good or bad thing. She couldn’t get attached to her, not when she knew nothing about her. She couldn’t... be acknowledging these feelings blossoming out of nowhere without confirmation of whether or not this person was meant to be hers, and she was meant to be with as well. But she was addicting, Diana. A strong drug. Just one whiff and she was high on her existence.

“Geez, you should be resting. I’m sorry for bothering you, and keeping you up this long.”

Akko heard none of those words. Akko was curious. So Akko just had to check. Hands weakly grasping Diana’s cooler ones, fingers roamed, feeling around until they touched even colder metal... on Diana’s... left... hand.

“Akko?” The concern was palpable in her voice, Akko’s senses blurring the world out as her hands dropped to her side.

Frustrating.

She somehow hoped what she’d been experiencing these past few minutes were the signs of her finding her soulmate, but it seemed as though she may have been wrong. Maybe it was simply infatuation, or a shameless lust overtaking her in her weakened state.

It shouldn’t be this frustrating.

It shouldn’t be this painful.

She shouldn’t have been so impatient and jumped to subconscious conclusions.

Diana had already found her soulmate. Just like everyone else.

Everyone but Akko.

//-//-//-//-//

When she came to, it was dark. She felt much better than she had yesterday, and earlier on today. Turning to her right, she saw Andrew seated on a chair, back facing her as he was conversing with someone.

“I wonder what got into that girl? Her new friend seemed worried.” That voice...

‘Mama.’

“You mean Diana?”

Akko flinched at the name.

“Is that her name? My, she was so cute. If you weren’t already matched to someone, Andrew, I think you’d look good together.” Akko felt a twinge in her chest, only slightly soothed by the sound of Andrew choking on something, his drink maybe. Tea? Coffee?

“I’d rather not be involved with her like that.” Andrew responded after composing himself.

“Eehh-”

Akko couldn’t listen any longer. The pain of everything was just starting to come back. She just wanted to get away. Away from this place that kept reminding her of her chance encounter. She just wanted to go home. She just wanted to hug her mama.

“Ma...ma...” Her voice warbled. “Mama...” She tried, louder. Somehow her voice was so weak, the thought of it not being able to reach the person she trusted the most in the world, hurt. “Ma... ma... mama! Mamaaa...” Slowly, she regained her voice, cracked and unsteady. And finally she was heard. “Mama!”

“Akko!” Before Akko could even blink again, the woman was at her side, a hand brushing bangs away to clear her warm forehead, a refreshing kiss planted there. “Akko, my baby.”

“M-mama... Mamaaa...” She moaned out, engulfing the woman in her tight hold, sinking into a familiar scent. “Mama...”

“Yes, Yes. I’m here. I’m here, Akko.” She cooed, hands combing through chocoloate-colored tresses.

“Mama.”

“Yes?”

“I wanna go home.”

“Eh? But you aren’t okay yet-”

“Please. Let me go home...”

She felt her mother pull back. She couldn’t face the eyes seeking hers. “Akko? What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’re not feeling well, and yet you want to go home before you get better. Is something the matter?” Akko couldn’t lie to those.

But she could try.

“I just think I’ll be able to rest better at home. My... my fever isn’t that bad.”

“But you were just crying out for me...”

“I was just... feeling lonely. Please, Mama. Let’s go home.” She couldn’t say it was because she didn’t want to meet a certain lady, weird blonde hair and enchanting blue stars never leaving her memory. “Please...” Because more than the pain inflicted by her sickness, she couldn’t stand the squeezing of her heart, its labored pounding more burdensome than the throbbing in her head. “Please, mama.”

“Akko...”

“Don’t be such a selfish brat.”Andrew scolded, eyes burning into the Akko’s skin. “Didn’t you just say you didn’t want to cause anyone trouble?”

Akko deflated in her mother’s embrace, and the elder boy sighed. He really hated seriously hurting Akko, especially emotionally. “But... We can leave first thing in the morning tomorrow, if you prove to be alright.” He turned the other way, hiding his expression from the girl. “So just get better.”

“Andrew...”

“Get better soon.”

//-//-//-//-//

It was against institutional rules to be running about in the building at any given time. Crowded or cleared, the halls were not made for such dangerous sport. Workers constantly made their way through these corridors; some pushing wide carts carrying planned food and beverage for every patient in the hospital; some nurses walked along with important, and sometimes painstakingly prepared medicine and treatments for patients that Diana threatened to compromise should she bump into them. In other areas she could risk bumping into one of the sanitary maintenance people, infectious waste at the risk of being spilled all over.

And Diana grew aware of all these things, surrounded by them from a tender age. Yet at this moment, she was in complete disregard for them, her footsteps rushed and padding softly against a marbled floor. Her eyes scanned every plaque above each door she passed, counting off the numbers, and reading the letters, her trip on autopilot.

One more corner, just the end of that corner. If she rounded that, then walked past three more rooms- She was feeling a regretful that she couldn’t come by earlier, the colors of the afternoon sky telling her just how close she was cutting it to the end of visiting hours. Curse all the school-transfer procedures she had to sit through. They didn’t need to take that long, did they? But she had made a promise of sorts. She had promised her new... friend, Akko that she’d come by and see her. She must not keep her waiting. She didn’t quite understand what it was that made her so happy about the prospect that the other girl actually wanted to see her- Diana assumed as such with how she was acting yesterday. Really... it was amazing.

Diana herself couldn’t deny that she saw something different in Akko, a substance far beyond what others could offer her that suddenly shifted the usual motions of her world upon meeting this girl. All her life, so many people came along trying to woo her, claiming that she was the one defined by their flimsy phrases that never moved her heart. ‘Beautiful lass’, ‘doctor’s daughter’, titles among other things. She had even found out a few faked rings that had been promptly reported to authorities for the grave sin committed. Thus, Diana could trust no words written on silly little rings; only the one written on her own, worn about her left ring finger.

She hadn’t found her soulmate, no. And maybe this was against the universal rules of whatever matchmaking system had engulfed society, but Diana did not want to be caught in a trap of a forever she could not escape unless she was absolutely sure that this was it. Maybe it would be unfair to her soulmate; maybe it would throw them off; maybe they wouldn’t realize right away; but if there was one thing Diana believed in that was rooted in this entire system, it was that if you met the one meant for you, you would know.

Her mother told her so. And Diana trusted her mother’s words above all other words.

One more door, one more plaque. Diana readied a hand to knock against closed-...open? The door was... open. Did Akko have visiting doctors? They sometimes left doors open for quick checks to save time during rounds. But no, that did not seem to be the case. She was surprised to see one of the cleaning personnel of the hospital folding up the sheets of the bed, passing it to his companion before they changed the covers.

Approaching an elderly male of the pair currently clearing the room out of any trash possibly left behind, Diana respectfully inquired, “Um sir? Where is the occupant of this room?”.

“Hmm? Ah! Young Miss, what are you doing here? Oh, were you perhaps the friend of the little girl staying here recently?”

“You... could say that.” Diana muttered, unsure.

“Oh, then she must have just forgotten to tell, you ey? Already left, y’see. The little miss, along with her mother and some fine lookin’ gentleman. Do you think that could be ‘er soulmate? Ah~ young, concerned love.”

Diana tasted an inexplicable bitterness in her mouth, heart squeezing. “Y-young man?”

“Mm-mm! Handsome fella, looked kinda familiar, but maybe I’m just getting it on in years.”

That... couldn’t be, right? While Diana wasn’t one to be guided purely by feeling, priding in her rationality, she just knew that that couldn’t be. After all... Akko was the only one she’d ever felt this strongly for in the lifetime she’s lived so far. She’d swear on her family’s motto of ‘affection’ that she’d only offer her fullest romances to the one the universe had destined for her, corny as that may sound.

She just knew it. She just knew it was Akko.

So who-

Andrew.

She suddenly chuckled. Of course. Who else could that young chap accompanying Akko be? He was the one who came with Diana to the hospital, he was the one who had told her go take that first visit. So of course, logically, without a doubt, the man that Akko should have been with was Andrew. Of course.

And there was nothing to worry about, soulmate-wise. Diana knew Andrew already had someone. She’d met up with them constantly at banquets. There was no obstacle, no other person for Akko. Right?

Akko... Akko who wasn’t here. In this room. Gloom encompassed her heart as she stared at the room dimming bit-by-bit as the staff turned off the lights. They told her that they should get leaving, and Diana nodded, informing them she’d just do one last look over the room for any possible missed items, then she’d lock the room herself, to which the workers reluctantly agreed, unable to go against the owner’s daughter. Well, she was known to be a good kid, so nothing should be wrong with that.

Diana, now left alone, remained stood by the doorway that served as the only light source to the room for a few more seconds. It wasn’t like constantly looking into it would magically make the one she was seeking appear, huh? With a deep exhale, she closed the door behind her, frown tugging at the edges of her mouth.

“You said you’d wait for me.”

//-//-//-//-//

Scritch. Scratch. A line, then two. A squiggle, a letter. A bubble from brew-

...huh?

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping me with my homework?” Akko frowns at her companion currently mixing questionable substances on her floor-table in her room. “That is why you’re here, right?”

“Course not. What fun would that be?”

“Should’ve known better than to invite you over.” Akko muttered under her breath, getting back to the unending pile of chemistry homework she was sure Croix assigned to them out of spite. “And how did you finish this all, anyway?”

“I’m smart like that.”

“You’re mean like that. Why can’t you help me out at least?”

“I believe that learning for yourself is the best teacher.” Sucy replied, emotionless as always.

“No you don’t.”

“True.”

“Hah...” Akko gave up. Forget getting help from Sucy. That wasn’t a possible feat, now that she thought about it clearly. The girl was just bored out of her mind so she easily agreed to come over. Akko was sure of it. Without Lotte in the house, and on their fifth and final schoolday away, Sucy- who had slowly gotten used to the concept of companionship- must have just wanted someone around, regardless of whether there was flowing conversation or not.

“Akko?” Andrew’s voice came from behind the door. Finally! A distraction! Wait, wasn’t Akko avoiding Andrew lately? Why was she avoiding him lately? “Akko?”

“Come in!”

“...huh? You’re actually letting me in?” The muffled voice asked, door now ajar. “Hey Akko, so... about what I’ve been telling you all week...” He began, looking nervous, and Akko had to wonder why. “So my friend, Diana, she-”

Ah. Right.

That’s why.

Quick on her feet, Akko gunned for the door, pushing it forcefully, and locking Andrew out, the boy’s yells the only things making it through the barrier.

“Akko! Akko! OH, COME ON! We’ve been at this the whole week!”

“And I told you this whole week, I don’t wanna hear it!!!” Akko hollered back.

“But WHY?!” Andrew’s exasperation oozed out of his voice. “Just give me a reason! Give her a reason! From what I’ve heard, you seemed to have hit it off pretty well?”

“Says who?” Akko asked.

“Diana!” Andrew didn’t like yelling, but Akko was being so hard-headed after he mentioned his blonde acquaintance. “Just what happened between you two?”

“Nothing! Nothing happened!!!”

“Then why does she keep bugging me about you, and why are you avoiding her like the plague?!”

...Why was Akko avoiding Diana? Was there any reason to? They’d met just the other day, had the most awkward conversation in her life to date, and then Akko felt something. Something she shouldn’t have, and let her hopes up, only to drop them lower than where they already were; and none of that was Diana’s fault. If anything, Diana could have proven to be another great friend she’d make along the way in life, y’know?

Akko didn’t know. She didn’t know what was going on; within herself, within her mind and her heart, in that one moment frozen in time between her and Diana, in a silent hospital room.

“I don’t know, Andrew. I don’t.”

Sucy’s potion stopped brewing.

//-//-//-//-//

“MY MADLADS! I MISSED YOU UGLY FACES!”

“Ugh, Amanda.”

“Oi!”

Akko grinned, messing up Amanda’s fiery mane in comfort from being rejected by Sucy. “Missed you too, Amanda.” A high-five rang out through the school lobby, the two energetic troublemakers missing that burning feeling on their palms.

“But man, you guys sure missed a lot. Who knew a week without y’all could turn the school upside-down.” Amanda whistled, their small group of eight finally assembling complete as Jasminka and Constanze walked up.

The small girl gave Akko this look that she completely understood, giving the girl a big thumbs up, and receiving a smile and nod. Jasna held out a lollipop which Akko gratefully accepted, and they all made their way to the corridors.

Suddenly registering what Amanda said a few moments ago, Akko’s interest was piqued. “What did you mean by turning the school upside-down?” She wondered just how much a school could change for her who was out for a week.

“Oh, well, maybe I was exaggerating a tiny bit.” Amanda chuckled, scratching her cheek. “Just that, some new girl came along and now everyone is all head over heels for her somehow.” Amanda fake-cried, sniffling up some. “She even stole my babes! Along with all my popularity!!!”

That earned her two smacks to the head from two certain British girls. “We already told you, she was our childhood friend! Of course we’re inclined to keep her company and show her around!” They defended, scoffing. “Besides, you didn’t mind ogling her at all the other day, huh? You should feel grateful we let you in our dorm the other day.”

“B-babies...”

“Oof. You brought that on yourself, hot stuff.” Sucy grinned, wickedly. “But now I’m curious. If she could even catch Amanda’s eyes then...”

“Total hottie.” Jasminka commented through a mouthful of chips. “Everyone can vouch for that.”

“Woah, even Jas...” Akko laughed lightly. “Alrighty, let’s meet this new kid in town then! Where is she and what’s her name?” Just as they were about to pass the headmistress’ office and head for their homeroom, a hand tugged at the brunette’s collar, along with Sucy’s.

“Wait a second, you two. You’re supposed to report to Professor Holbrooke first, right?” Lotte, ever the dutiful friend, reminded.

“Ah dang, right.” Akko scratched her cheek, throwing Sucy a beckoning glance. “Guess it’s better to just get it over with.” She shrugged.

“Whatever.”

“See you all in class!” Akko waved goodbye, smiling as Lotte left a peck on her pale friend’s cheek, enjoying her rarely flustered state. Her heart warmed when Lotte gave her one two, patting the blonde’s hair fondly. “Thanks, Lotte.”

“Anytime.”

With their friends out of sight, they faced the suddenly intimidating doors.

“Now or never.”

//-//-//-//-//

“I’m glad we got excuse slips for being tardy to class. I do not want more yelling. Though I guess Prof Chariot wouldn’t do that, huh.”

“What did you say? I think I’ve gone deaf.” Sucy complained, rubbing her pained ears. “Finneran yaps like a bitch.”

“OI! Don’t let her hear you say that!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not up for more ‘counseling and healthy reminders’.” Sucy mockingly mimicked the strict teacher. “Christ, that woman must be senile.”

“Shhh, we’re almost at the classroom.” Akko hushed her bestfriend, door coming into view. She could hear a Professor Chariots distinct voice posing a question to the class, and there was a quiet that Akko knew was due to no one knowing the answer, not very uncommon.

But then there was one. A voice very uncommon, but somehow familiar, attracting, pulling her in. With her curiosity getting the better of her, Akko slid the door open, planning to softly sneak into class, forgetting that the room’s backdoor had a tendency to-

SCRREEEEECCHHHH

...that.

“H-hi? S-sorry we’re late?” Akko tried, dozens of eyes now resting on them, most surprised. But one pair stood out the most. ‘She looks good in our uniform.’ Akko’s jaw hung slack, a fight or flight response hesitantly building up within her. Her legs tensed, ready to bolt or stay rooted depending on the next move the one she was staring at made. “...Rigel...”

“...Akko.”

Then a hand reached out, and she was gone. Like the wind.

//-//-//-//-//

It had been a difficult week. Amanda was definitely right when she said things had been turned upside-down. Akko felt like she was too. So Hannah and Barbara’s childhood, hottie, transfer student, best friend just so happened to be Diana. Diana, Akko met her in the hospital and became enraptured with, Diana.

This posed a problem, along with unbearable tension within their group. Akko would always want to run away, and Diana would always seek after her. After awhile, the blonde grew weary, and just distanced herself, her childhood bestfriends obviously sticking by her side. Amanda had girlfriends to attend to. And Constanze and Jas usually followed Amanda. So now, it was just Sucy, Lotte, and little ol’ Akko. Like old times.

“Akko, just why are you avoiding Miss Cavendish? How do you know her?” Lotte asked on their way home. “Please? Tell us? I can’t stand to not spend time with the other girls anymore just because you two are at unknown odds. You’re a kind person, Akko. And Miss Cavendish is as well, from how I’ve gotten to know her lately.”

“Lotte, you... you wouldn’t get it.” Akko sighed. She was tired of entertaining Diana-related questions. All the ‘why don’t you two get along’ interrogations wearing her down thin: with Andrew at home, and Hannah and Barbara indirectly hounding her in school at every chance they’d get, trying to fish out for an answer that Diana couldn’t give to them herself, apparently. Not that Akko blamed her. She must just be as confused as everyone else with regards to Akko’s averse reactions.

“M-maybe I could try?” Akko missed the shift in the Fin’s tone, irritation over the week threatening to make her lose self-control and lash out. But no, she couldn’t do that. Not too sweet Lotte. She still had her senses intact.

“No, I’m sure you wouldn’t.” She firmly stated through gritted teeth, not looking at Lotte as she replied, so unlike her.

“I-I-”

“Akko, Lotte just wants to understand you.” Sucy stepped in, feeling that change in the air that she didn’t quite fancy. “Why can’t you just tell us? I know I may not act like it a lot, but aren’t we your best friends?” Akko held back a hiss behind pearly whites. She didn’t want to be a bad person. She had to be considerate of people’s feelings. Like always. Everyone was just curious. They were all just confused... but then Sucy had to just say, “Don’t you trust us?”

And Akko couldn’t hear that.

“I trust you! I do!” She whipped her head about, pointing a finger to them one-by one. “But you guys, you wouldn’t get it because you have your soulmate by your side constantly, okay?!”

“Akko...” Lotte’s eyes widened.

“I... I’ve been waiting a lot, and I know you said I’m being impatient. It doesn’t have to be now.” Akko huffed. “But do you know how it feels to look at all of you, all happy with someone who can love you completely? Understand you completely? I don’t have that! Not yet! And sure, somewhere down the future road, I might.... and it’s stupid of me, but I’m a lot more jealous and selfish than I look, okay? Everyone has nice words, and has met the person those words described perfectly, at the designated time, normally, as the book says.”

“Akko, the book doesn’t completely control everything-”

“And here I am, always subconsciously looking around, because maybe my person is out there too, y’know? But how the heck do I know?” A hand reached for the chain on her neck, ripping it out of her shirt so hard, it broke, the ring flying onto the ground. “Stupid! Stupid chain! Stupid Ring! Stupid words! Akko marched the few steps to the item, bending and snatching it off the ground, hand going in too hard, too fast that she scraped her knuckles badly in the process, the area quickly leaking red. “Sh- damn it, stupid- gaahhh!”

“A-Akko.”

Lotte stepped back, retracting the hand that had been reaching out for the heated Japanese girl, stomping at the ground. This... wasn’t an Akko she knew. How many years of pent up frustration was going into this session?

“You guys,” Her eyes were scary, sharp and menacing. Sucy jumped in front of Lotte at the sight of Akko’s bloodied knuckles coming their way at eye-level. But then it stopped. “You haven’t seen it, right? My words.”

They couldn’t even react.

“Cabbage.” Akko spat. “Goddamn cabbage. How am I supposed to know what that fucking means. How are you guys supposed to understand when... I can’t either... these words... myself... why I’m so impatient... what I’m feeling... Why... I thought it could’ve been Diana, but...”

“...but what, Akko?” Lotte hated how scared she sounded, seeing Akko flinch, knowing her friend noticed her fear. She knew how afraid of hurting her friends Akko was. This was all just a shock. That’s all. “What’s... what’s with Diana, Akko? Diana and you?” She posed the earlier question for the last time. Was Akko hinting at what she thought it was?

“She wears it on her left.”

//-//-//-//-//

Orange juice didn’t taste as good when you drank it alone on the stairwell leading to the roof. It would have been better had she been able to stand under the cloudy mid-day sun, the refreshing breeze taking her mind off things. But then it just had to rain, hard, and that ruined all her plans of clearing her mind via the healing powers of nature. Maybe she shouldn’t have told Sucy and Lotte to stay away and give her space. Having no one to talk to really sucked. More so than the strange word on her stupid government-issued ring.

“Ahhh, should I just go and apologize to everyone?” She muttered, squeezing the juicebox she thought she’d emptied, but did not know had bits of liquid left. The purely concentrated citrus then spilled onto her exposed, skinned knuckles, making her hiss in pain. “Tsk, stupid. Grrr!”

“Ah-!”

“Ah?” The yelp caught her attention. She was alone in this place, right? “Hello?”

No response.

“Anyone there?” The only ones replying to her were the winds that howled behind the metal door that led to open roof. Those sounds were starting to sound like how she’d imagined ghosts would in the dead of night. “Helloooo~”

Still nothing.

“Maybe it was just my imagination?”

“STAY AWAY!”

Okay, that was NOT her imagination. That was a girl. Looking around for some kind of weapon, Akko readied herself to beat up whatever girl-harassing creep she’d find once she rounded the bend in the stairwell. Holding up a sturdy wooden broom, she tiptoed down, steps making no sound.

On three, she’d jump and smack the living shit out of whoever was there. One... two...

“Akko, please save me!”

And she slipped and fell in her surprise; her back was going to hurt like hell over the next few days. Alas! She must stay vigil! Save whoever this damsel in distress was- Diana... It was Diana. Diana Cavendish, as she’d learned the girl’s name, and a few other trivial details about her, over the course of their time not together. (Akko also denies any and all claims that state that she spent a lofty amount of time observing the taller girl. She didn’t know things like how she was Scottish, or how she loved horses and anything that looked like a unicorn, and that she was intelligent, and smelled like vanilla and mint.)

“I’ll save you?” She managed in her ruffled state. Before she could process anything more, the girl had clung to her, both now laying on the floor; one in an utter state of bewilderment, and the other... dealing with whatever it was she got going on before Akko had found her. “Umm... Diana?” She tried, forgetting her phobia of the girl over the past few days, and rubbing her back gently to gain her attention. She was shaking like the leaves outside in the storm. Just what had happened. “Diana? What’s wrong? What am I saving you from?”

There were no signs of any bad guys, as far as Akko could see. She was grateful for that. She wasn’t sure she could defend them in this position.

“Miss Cavendish? Heir to a billion-dollar hospital? What’s up?” She was trying to be nonchalant in an attempt to possibly calm the girl, and it worked somewhat, allowing her to see that beautiful face, tear-stained and all. “H-Hi.” How lame.

“Akko... the... there... it...”

“Hmm?” She lent an open ear, looking around, still not seeing any signs of danger. Then a well-manicured finger came up and pointed to one of the panels of the hallway’s windows. Akko squinted, not seeing anything. Had Diana seen some kind of floating ghost outside? Or was she seeing it inside, and Akko didn’t have the sixth sense for it? Did Diana have some kind of sixth sense? “What exactly...”

“B...”

“Buh..?”

“Bee.” She squeaked.

Akko gawked.

“Bee.”

“B-bee.”

“Bee?”

“Bee!”

“B-”

“Akko, please just get it away! I’m scared!”

“Y-yes, ma’am!” She scrambled to her feet, but not without gently seating Diana up, even if it was on the dirty corridor floor. Opening the window and grimacing as strong winds blew droplets of water into her face, Akko shooed the poor insect into nature’s claws of death. “Sorry, buddy. Princess doesn’t seem to like you.” Blowing it a kiss, she shut the window, wiping her face on the sleeve of her jacket.

Now... to face a larger problem... or not face it. Maybe Akko should get running again.

She should.

“Well, this was nice and all that, but I guess I should get- ouch!” Diana had caught her hand in alarm, accidentally pressing against her open, yet-to-heal wounds.

“M-my apologies!”

“It’s f-fine. It’s okay, please let... let go.” Akko didn’t like the way her heartrate spiked in Diana’s presence. It grew even more erratic, wildly jumping every which way in her chest as her hand was held more gently, blue eyes scrutinizing the reddened skin, the heiress didn’t seem to have any plans of releasing her. “Diana?”

“May I... May I treat you? That blue sparkle was redirected from her knuckles to her own dark reds. They were so hopeful and compelling that Akko, despite thinking that avoiding Diana would kill whatever held-back, buds of feelings she hoped to dash, just couldn’t help but consent, cursing the way her chest lightened, heart soaring.

She was absolutely doomed.

//-//-//-//-//

It was a quiet affair.

Torturous. No one said a word. To be fair, they’ve only had two somewhat proper conversations so far, so not knowing how to break the ice shouldn’t be that odd.

But it was, and Akko couldn’t take it. Diana had just finished cleaning Akko’s wounds under the sink in the infirmary, and was now dabbing them gently with antiseptic. She was so careful, touches feather-like soft. Akko barely felt anything, much less pain. So maybe she could start with talking about that. Maybe.

“You... You’re hands are real nice.”

“H-huh?”And down fell the cottonball she’d been holding.

“I-I mean... you’re really good at this. Tender and all that. You’d... make a good doctor.” Akko commented off the top of her head, running out of things to say, as she always did when faced with one Diana Cavendish. “A pretty doctor. Patients would... probably feel healed just from your... face. Or something.” Smooth, Akko. Smooth. Could Diana, like... at least help her out a little by responding? “Please say something.” Akko begged in a whisper.

“O-oh, I... thank you, Akko. Thank you for the compliment. I...” Momentarily lifting her eyes and meeting Akko’s gaze, the blonde averted hers, a thin touch of red spreading up to her ears, not unnoticed by the injured Japanese. “I appreciate your words.”

Akko hummed, not trusting her mouth to communicate properly anymore.

“I think you’re... face is a healing balm as well.”

Akko felt herself blush as well, head tilting up so she could face the ceiling. It was one of the most brainless compliments she’d ever heard in her life, and she knew she just said something along those lines as well. And yet it made her heart flutter like nothing else had before.

“Don’t mention it and... thanks.”

//-//-//-//-//

You never know when an event becomes a catalyst for reality to undergo great changes. Their little bandaging session had returned the next day. Akko was quite clumsy with these types of things. Each time she’d gotten hurt in an accident, she’d always ask Lotte to do it... but today... all their friends, and even the classmates they’d unintentionally dragged into their awkward little world, were staring in awe as Kagari Atsuko stood in front of Diana Cavendish’s desk, inviting her out to the infirmary.

“I-I’m just having her help me with my bandages! Don’t get the wrong idea!” Akko yelled as she guided Diana out, unknowingly holding her hand all the while. No one commented on it. Not even Barbara and Lotte who were exchanging curious little smiles. Something was changing. And it was a good change.

Reaching the infirmary, Akko headed straight for the sink, rinsing her knuckles under clean water while Diana gathered what she needed. Once done, they met by some chairs placed about the room and took a seat, the blonde girl looking over Akko’s hand.

“Come tomorrow, you might not need to bandage it anymore. Just apply some ointment. I think the nurse can recommend something.” Diana stated, looking up to smile at Akko who flushed at the attention.

“O-okay. I got it.”

“Great.” She then got to work, applying what needed to applied, and wrapping the clean white bandage after. Diana did this in her usual silence, focused. Sort of. There was one thing that had been nagging her for quite some time now, ever since she got to take a better look at Akko, now that they attended the same school. It was a  unnerving, however. It hadn’t been long at all since they... ‘got along’, and Diana didn’t want to present something that might cause them to drift apart again. But it was eating at her, the need to know about it. It would determine how she’d interact with Akko from now on. It would show her what kind of relationship she was allowed to pursue. She needed a confirmation. She braced herself. Trying shouldn’t hurt. She could change the subject after testing the waters.

“Akko.”

“Hmm?” Was the casual-sounding hum.

‘She’s calm. Calmer around me.’ That little detail made Diana happy. So happy. This was progress. “May I ask a question?”

There was a pause, and Diana considered backing out. It appeared as though Akko was thinking about it deeply. Before Diana could take it back, Akko responded, “Sure. Ask away.”, and the heiress breathed a relieved sigh. “What did you wanna know?”

“Well, um... I just happened to notice that... you don’t...” Diana was really hoping this wasn’t a sensitive subject. She’d finally managed to close the gap between her and Akko. Sure it was by unconventional, and very strange means- unintentional, above all. She had just been worried about the girl upon seeing that her friend group was all gathered in the classroom except her. So Diana had gone searching, and was planning to offer to stay away from her friends for Akko’s sake. She was glad that things turned out the way it did, though.

“Diana?”

“Um... Akko.” She finished her job, smiling at the neat covering on her.. friend’s... hand. (They were friends now, right? At the very least...)

“Yes?” Akko seemed to notice the hesitation, and her instincts guided her to take hold of Diana’s trembling hands, encouraging her to continue.

Well this was new, Diana thought. Now or never, she supposes. A deep breath, and the floodgates opened.

“I just wondered... why... don’t you have a ring? Did you somehow lose it? Is that possible? But how? Wouldn’t you get in trouble with... everyone, I guess? Have you found your soulmate or not? If yes then I should probably just say goodbye here and, oh but not in the way you think, you might not get what I mean, but I still want to be friends-”

“Diana.”

“Yes?”

Akko’s cheeks puffed up, trying to hold it in, but ultimately failing as she burst into giggles, instinctively tucking a stray strand of hair behind Diana’s ear as she leaned forward to bump their foreheads together.

Ah, screw fate and it’s ways. Screw Diana’s soulmate that existed somewhere out there. In this one moment, she just felt so at peace, and in place, she’d deal with all the raging storms in her mind later. For now, it was just the two of them, hanging out in an infirmary, the smell of antiseptic on them, stupid words be damned.

“You’re rambling.”

//-//-//-//-//

It had been a few weeks- maybe just shy of two months- of friendship (?) with Diana, and Akko had never felt more alive in all her years. They had even spent her birthday together! Well, everyone else was there to, but... Anyway. The afternoon the question had been dropped, she had ended up explaining to the Scot her story with the ring, leaving out the detail of what it had written on it. That was a little too embarrassing for her to share yet. Baby steps.

She’d never dare ask about Diana’s ring, and she appreciated that the girl never brought up any soulmate talk that involved herself. Akko felt that it helped her cope with this one-sided love a little longer. She would no longer deny this attraction. She was so undeniably into Diana, it was crazy. She didn’t understand how teenage hormones and falling in love worked, but somehow she just knew. She felt a little apologetic to her soulmate, no longer feeling the need to search for him and her, the section of, [What to do if you haven’t found your soulmate yet.] remaining untouched. But well... things happen sometimes.

And sometimes, you become so much of a fool that you invite the girl you are in love with, who already has a soulmate, to your house, to your room, just so she can be the first to see that portable planetarium projector you were finally able to get your hands on for an affordable deal. You wouldn’t even cry at losing months worth of saved allowance and work wages. It was all worth it, to see her entire being practically glowing in awestruck wonder as you lay on your backs on the cushioned floor, having the chance to flaunt years of star study to your crush. The impressed gazed directed at you felt so good. You could get used to this. Especially when the visage of wonder glimmering in the dear girl’s eyes was outright precious.

A Diana in awe was cute.

So much so that Akko was in awe.

“Hey Diana...”

“Hmm?”

“Do you believe in magic?”

What a strange thing to ask in that moment. That’s what Diana thought. Akko thought the same. Just what had gotten over her. Yet she still wondered, thoughts flying far off into space, just as they always did when she gazed upon the stars in the night sky- or her ceiling’s artificial one.

‘What are you saying, Akko?” Diana chuckled, right hand reaching out to grasp Akko’s, fingers lacing together. She felt her heart flip as it was squeezed tight, unaware of the inner turmoil Akko was enduring at the lack of presence of a ring on that hand. Their eyes remained trained to the glowing heavenly bodies above, stories of the past, of fate, and the like, written all over.

“Do you believe in other worlds, Diana?”

“Well, many studies propose that they indeed exist.” Diana responded.

“What about alternate universes? A completely different you out there, living a different life.”

Diana turned her head to face Akko, the brunette still facing upwards, eyes glistening with unshed tears, barely noticeable in the dim lighting; but Diana always noticed. Because it was Akko.

“Don’t you think that somewhere out there... there could be another version of us; maybe a clumsy me, and a fantastic you, saving the world with strange words not understood by the rest of the world?”

“Maybe...” Diana breathed out in a whisper, oxygen effectively stolen by the tear that slipped down shapely cheeks. The moment felt so fragile, she was afraid if she made a move, it would shatter into a million pieces, never to see the light of day.

And god forbid it happen. Diana wanted to boast this tender feeling out under the brightness of the sun, for the world to witness.

“Why do you ask?”

She listened in agony at the choked intake of air, followed by the frailest of whispers. “Because maybe... the impossible for the Kagari Atsuko here... is possible for the Akko there.”

The heiress pondered those phrases a moment. “...Impossible, like?” Diana replied in equally hushed tones, something hopeful in her pitch.

‘Like you being meant for me, and I for you.’

But Akko couldn’t just say that.

“As impossible as using magic here, maybe?” Akko laughed in a normal, in-house voice, volume not too loud, but no longer a whisper. She should just bury her illegal thoughts deep down.

“I guess so.” She deflated. What had she desired to hear anyway? “Magic does seem like an unattainable power, some unimaginable, impossible concept.” Maybe she should get ready to leave soon. There was something heavy weighing in the atmosphere and in her heart, and she did not wish for a memory as sweet as this to turn sour due to her mood.

“You think so?” Akko’s steadying voice kept her rooted in place. “What if it isn’t so impossible after all?”

“How so?”

“Well, don’t they say that when people put their minds to it, when they truly desire and wish for it with all their hearts... like how the song goes, y’know? ‘When you wish upon a star your dreams come true’, or something.”

“Like the law of attraction and manifestation?” Diana supplied. “If you think positive things, positive things will come to you. Your reality becomes better. Like that?”

“Hmmm...” Akko tapped against the back of Diana’s hand, still entwined with hers, with her index thoughtfully. “Yes, but no. Kinda, but not really...? I don’t know how to describe what I’m thinking at the moment based on existing principles. Not too good at remembering. Heck, is there a quote that already exists?”

“Why not make your own, then?” Diana proposed.

“Heh... good idea. Let me think.”

“Take your time.” Diana enjoyed the little sounds Akko made as she thought.

“Oh! I got it!”

“Hoh? And what would those words of wisdom be, Miss Kagari?”

“Ready the papers, Miss Cavendish. We’re about to make the headlines with this!” They both giggled at their antics. “Drum roll, please! Dugudugudugudugudugu....dan!”

Diana nuzzled into Akko’s shoulder, enjoying all these little sound effects, the brunette’s voice calming her gradually, lulling her to sleep.

“Just what are these magnificent words, dear Akko?” Diana was far too drowsy to notice the splash of color painted across her companions face, the shyness melting into tenderness as she felt her warmth shift closer.

“A believing heart is your magic.”

And sleep was nearly robbed of her, eyes widening in the dark, unseen by Akko as the thumb on Diana’s free hand now brushed over the engravings on her ring. It was for sure now.

“You really are... the one.”

//-//-//-//-//

Something was off about Diana today. Was it her hair? No, impeccably styled as always, that couldn’t be it. Was it her makeup for today? No, it wasn’t that either. It was still that natural looking glow that brought out her innate beauty in all the best ways possible.  Akko continued to check off boxes on her mental list, trying to figure out just what it was that was bothering her about Diana’s appearance today. Was it her clothes? But that was the uniform they wore daily! Did she... get any new jewelry? Hmm, she didn’t seem the type to wear any at school.

Then...

Was it the ring that painfully reminded Akko that the person she might be in love with was already meant for someone else? No, that couldn’t be it either. Last Akko checked, the ring was snugly fitted, definitely on... huh? The ring was... gone? No? Akko scanned Diana’s smooth looking left hand. No it wasn’t there. Not on the left, and her eyes couldn’t help but guide her hopeful soul to... ah. It really wasn’t on the left, but on the right.

Huh? That wasn’t right.

This confused Akko. Enough to make her approach Diana’s seat during lunch, tapping her attention away from her conversation with Lotte and Barbara.

“H-hey Diana, I have a question... “

“Yes?” Said girl gave Akko her full attention. There was something different about the way she smiled at Akko today as well, it seemed. Odd. Nice. But odd.

“So like... uh... W-Why is your... your ri-” Akko could feel droplets of sweat forming on her brow, threatening to trickled down the side of her face if she so much as twitched.

“Ri?”

“Why’s your ri- r....r-r- Right ear larger than your left?!”

Dainty hands shot up to cover her ears, blushing shocked and mortified. “WHAT?!”

Whoops, Akko messed up. “HAHA AHA.. KIDDING! Nah, I was messing with you!” The brunette forcibly laughed, patting Diana’s back in uneasy comfort.

“Akko, that wasn’t very nice.” Lotte scolded, and the said girl nodded, sighing.

“I know. Sorry guys.” She apologized properly, looking to Diana in particular. She received a gracious smile and a pat on the cheek, the skin underneath the ringed-hand warming speedily.

“It’s alright.”

That kindness allowed her to gather bits of courage to finally state her inquiry. Diana would answer her just fine, right? Akko had to when asked about the whereabouts of her ring. It was fair trade?

“I was just wondering, because I recalled you wearing your ring on your left hand until recently. But now it’s on your right. I guess you could say I was just curious?”

“Eh?”

“Is that so, Diana?” Hannah questioned, eyes wide. “But why would you move it in reverse? Now that you’ve actually found- mrrrpmmphhh.”

Akko shot a puzzled glance at Hannah and Barbara, the latter clasping a hand over the ginger’s mouth.

“N-nothing. You didn’t hear anything.” She covered. “You heard nothing, are we clear?” She threatened, and Akko actually shivered.

“Holy crap, your women can get so scary, Amanda.” She mentioned to the redhead seated in front of the other girls.

She heard her release a heavy sigh before getting up from her seat and turning to face the group. “It’s because you two are such a pain, that’s why. Just get it over with, Cavendish! What’s holding you back? It’s as simple as this, see? When you have a dense mofo like Akko, you just gotta give her a little push. A literal one.” And that was the only warning they got before Diana felt soft, slightly chapped lips barely missing her own, brushing against the corner of her mouth.

Akko removed herself so fast, they all worried she’d get whiplash. “S-s-s-s-s-sorry! Sorry Diana, I didn’t- it was... AMANDA!”

“I was helping.”

“You little...”

“Rather than giving me your attention, shouldn’t you talk it over with miss salad head over there?”

Akko blinked, the cogs in her mind slowly spinning, then clicked. “Did you just... insult... ah, screw you!” Akko yelled, blush burning so hot, it was hard to keep her eyes open.

Heeding Amanda’s advice nonetheless, she turned to an equally red Diana, unable to meet her eyes. Akko didn’t think her face could get any hotter than it felt right now, but at the sight of Diana’s tongue quickly swiping across her lips, Akko’s face might as well be venus.

She should at least try to say something, right? Something comforting... or witty... or clever.

“Sorry...” That would work.

“It’s alright.”

//-//-//-//-//

She stared at her invitation. Wow. Did Andrew really take her to shop for Denise’s birthday gift months before it happened? The neat script spelling out, ‘You are cordially invited’ underneath the older woman’s name with the date of the ball kind of set her nerves on fire.

She was not one for formal events. But then Denise had been nice enough to hand it in person, looking like she’d be willing to beg for Akko to come. Andrew stood behind her menacingly, a pressuring force looming in the room.

But really, how was she supposed to do this? Sure she had experience with the arts and dancing. She had wanted to be a performer at some point in her life before deciding on her current course, keeping the arts as a hobby. That covered her bases in terms of the ballroom dancing part. But as for etiquette and all that jazz, Akko had no clue. She was just a normal girl, living a normal life, having met amazing people, and... the love of her life.

She groaned in remembrance, pulling out a slip of paper, an extra entrance voucher. ‘Bring a plus one’, Denise had said. Well... that wouldn’t be a problem, Akko supposed. Maybe... She could always ask Diana.

The thought of the girl set flurries of butterflies wild in her stomach, face warming up along with her heart. She fiddled with the band situated around her left ring finger. She was still getting used to it, the metal feeling awkward in that spot. That’s just what she gets for never wearing it all these years. Kind of a nuisance, if she were being honest; but... at the same time... it was a reminder that...

[“So you’re... my soulmate...”

“Looks like it.”

“Did you... know about it?” She watched fluffy hair bounce along with the bobbing of a shy girl’s head. “How long...?”

“I had a feeling right from when we met... then confirmed it after you first showed me your planetarium.”

“...that’s a few weeks back.”

“You’re just so slow.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. It really is now.”]

“AAAAHHHH!!” Akko hollered, ridding herself of the embarrassed tension in her body. “Hnnnggghhh...” Holding in all her squeals, she flew onto her bed, hugging a pillow tight and rolling about. Maybe she should call Diana right now, if only to hear her voice. Oh, and she should just pop the question while she’s at it, the invitation.

A few rings, one, two, three fo-

[“Hello?”]

“Did you know I love your voice? It was the first thing I fell in love with, ever since you saved me from the clutches of death.” She couldn’t hold back the adoration she felt for the Englishwoman any longer.

[“Oh my god, Akko. Did you really just call me so you could be such a sap?”]  Her giggle was always the best, Akko reveled.

“No~, or kind of yes, but not entirely.”

[“Is that so?”] Diana teased through the line.

“Don’t believe me?”

[“Of course I do! After all... it’s my magic.”]

“Who’s the sap now.”

[“I learned only from the best.”]

“Amanda?”

[“YOU, you idiot!”] Akko laughed at the reaction, squealing inwardly in delight. Diana’s laughter alongside hers died down, the phone going silent for a bit. And then, [“You’re the best.”].

Akko just couldn’t handle it.

“I love you.”

[“I love you too, sweetheart.”]

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

[“I love you more.”]

“I love you! I love you! I love you!”

[“I love you more than anything in this world.”]

Akko was not crying.

“I love you... be my plus one?”

[“...”]

[“Always.”]

//-//-//-//-//

“My baby... so grown up now and looking all gorgeous.” Mrs. Kagari wiped a tear from her eye, admiring her daughter in a russet-toned gown, sleeveless, with a low dip in the back, fitting, and at the same time, flowing off her frame and onto the floor. It was simple, yet elegant. It matched well with Akko’s hair; usual bangs side-swept, signature ponytail gone, her long brown hair slightly curled and hanging off on one shoulder, exposing the other. All this topped with a little make-up, and even Andrew commended this picture of Akko that could pass as part of high society.

“Shall we?” He held out an arm for her to take, door open with a car waiting right outside. Akko’s father sobbed loudly, holding onto his wife for dear life.

“M-Mama! MY BABY! MY BABY IS BEING TAKEN AWAY BY SOME RICH YOUNG BRAT WHO JUST LOOKS GOOD, AND IS A LITTLE SMART, AND OWNS A HOSPITAL.”

“Well, don’t those sound like amazing specs.” Akko’s mama laughed, consoling the poor man. “You sound like a father sending his daughter off to meet her groom.”

“I AM.”

“But Diana-chan is so cute, though?”

“Man or woman, whoever takes my baby away from me and ends up hurting her... they will never see the light of the afterlife.”

Diana felt a chill run up her spine as she waited in the car.

“Oh, hush you. You’re overreacting.”

“AM I?!”

“Byebye, papa. I’ll be home soon. Love you~ Love you more, Mama!”

“Ah- bye, my darling daughter, my baby, my sun, light of my world, my angel!”

“You can stop embarrassing her now, darling.”

//-//-//-//-//

“Akko, don’t be so stiff.” Diana whispered into the girl’s ear, a hand caressing the small of her back to ease away the nerves. “You’ll be fine. Just think of it as any old party.”

“E-e-e-easy for you t-to say. You g-grew up with th-this.” Akko retorted, a hand with some champagne shakily approaching her lips.

“Really, you’re too high-strung.” The blonde sighed, pointing to Akko’s best friends. “Look at Lotte and Sucy, they look normal.”

Akko glared at her best friends who seemed to be enjoying themselves without a worry in the world. Oh, golly, what a treat. Maybe she shouldn’t have offered their extra tickets to them so she wouldn’t feel as bitter.

“Hey.” A flick was sent to her forehead. “No mean thoughts.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Di.A. NAAAA~” Here came a wild Denise, flying through the air to hug an alarmed Diana, barely catching her. It would appear as thought they were good friends, and Denise, not knowing anything about the relationship between her two dear bosom buddies, had sent them each an invitation with the hopes of bringing a plus one to introduce to her (so she could tease them about it), all the while, being kept in the dark that their plus one just so happened to be each other.

Which also explained the extra tickets that had gone to Lotte and Sucy. Akko was afraid it would be rude to just hand them away, but Diana reassured her it would be just fine. They both knew how kind-hearted and open-minded Denise was anyway.

“M-miss Walsh... please let me breathe.”

“Diana~ It’s Denise!”

“D-Denise... please... my airways...”

With greetings out of the way (Akko being squeezed to death as well, to be fair), the announcement were made, and the party commenced, music playing as the floor opened for the dances.

...

Akko swore she was a good dancer. Really! She was the ace of their studio. She could dance almost anything after learning it over the course of a few weeks at most, and so few days at the very least. So she couldn’t understand just how she’d suddenly acquired two left feet, constantly, and clumsily stepping on poor Diana’s feet.

One step. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

Another miss. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“S-sorry!”

“...”

“Oh my gosh, I really am sorry!”

“I-it’s quite alright...”

“...”

“Wanna get some fresh air?”

“Pleasured.”

//-//-//-//-//

The Walsh’s family gardens were certainly award winning, Akko admired. As someone with a hobby in that field, this was a dream come true, to see such stellar workmanship. With flowers o’er the earth, and stars up above, the moon reflecting ripples into a still, small lake just a few yards down, it was the picture of beauty.

Yet nothing could compare to Diana by her side. Akko admired the way the woman’s gown clung to her curves in all the right places, how midnight blue reminded her of the skies they were under, and the dear stars in the heiress eyes sparkled ever brighter. How the earrings that dangled sparkling silver matched Akko’s own, only in gold, how her hair was fixed to the side as well, a portion of her bangs tucked neatly behind her ear, held back by a pin Akko had gotten her recently.

Akko was transfixed, as though she were under a witch’s spell. A very gorgeous, kind-hearted, hardworking, and sincere witch. A woman she loved with every fiber of her being, with the entirety of her heart.

She watched the moonlight caress ivory skin, glistening under its kind rays. Akko wanted to do so as well. Touch it, and know she was real and not just a figment of her imagination.

“I love you.” She murmured, reaching forward, arms wrapped around a slim waist, lips pressing against a bare shoulder. “I love you.”

Diana hummed, hands resting over Akko’s latched on to her abdomen. “Dance with me, Love.” She beckoned, leading them to sway under the night sky, the crickets and the breeze playing them a song of romance solely for their rapture.

The moon as their only witness, they vowed silent words, moving along the area, spinning, swaying, dancing, laughing, smiling, crying.

Akko never felt as lucky as she did in this moment. She was beyond fortunate. This moment she’d never forget, a memory never to be destroyed all her life, reminding her that she was blessed.

Blessed, and still a little foolish.

“I still don’t get it, you know. Why ‘cabbage’?”

Diana laughed into the tranquil night. Slapping Akko’s bare arm in fondness. “Did you really just ask that? Now of all times? With a romantic mood set up like this?” She shook her head in disbelief. “You are amazing, Kagari Atsuko. I love you to death, really I do... but are you seriously still hung over that?” She inquired, spinning her fated partner about, bringing her back in close. “Does it have to make sense? Isn’t it enough to know that you’re meant to be mine, and I’m forever yours?”

Akko returned that tender smile, leaning up to place a kiss against Diana’s throat. “Well, yeah, I guess; but... like... doesn’t that defeat the rings’ purpose, then?”

“Does it matter?”

“...It doesn’t. Not anymore. Not when you’re by my side, because that’s all that matters.”

“Great answer.”

“Diana?”

“Hmmm? What is it now?” Diana asked, amused that the peaceful mood didn’t look like it would settle back down anytime soon.

“For ruining the moment.... sorry.” All Akko’s laughing refuted that statement. Diana knew they both didn’t regret it one bit. Not at all. So with a smile only meant for her world nestled in her arms, leaning down and closing the gap bit-by-bit, what else could Diana reply with except,

“...It’s alright.”

And they saw stars.

//-//-//-//-//

This... was an unexpected development.

“...Wanna come over?”

“I’d love to.”

Cold, soaked and dropped off by the Cavendish’s service car, they made their way up the drive way, Akko fumbling for her house keys in the wee hours of the morning.

“Sorry, I really didn’t expect it to rain when I invited you out.”

“It’s fine, it wasn’t something within our control at all. The night looked perfectly clear, too.”

Flipping on the lights by the threshold, Akko guided Diana in, drenched shoes flying off, but immediately retrieved and set to the side to drip properly. They’d have to clean and dry those tomorrow better, but for now, a bath of warmth was in order.

Akko had insisted Diana take one first, but ever the gentlewoman, Diana did not move an inch until she was absolutely certain Akko would be alright. Her strongest argument stood to be, “Just who was it that I had to take to the hospital upon our first encounter.”, and Akko could only pout, begrudgingly accepting her defeat and warming herself a bath, but not without leaving Diana a towel and a temporary change of clothes so she wouldn’t get chills.

As Akko tagged Diana with a kiss to the lips, switching places after drawing the girl a fresh warm bath, she made her way to the kitchen, deciding to make them some vegetable soup to warm them up from the inside. Would Diana like that too?

Choosing and gathering her ingredients, she began prepping, chopping up everything as her water in the pot was brought to a boil.

It didn’t take her long at all to finish. By the time the food was ready, Diana was back downstairs, clad in one of Akko’s oversized shirts and pajama bottoms. It did strange things to Akko’s dear heart. On Diana’s part, just the sight of her future wife (she was a woman with a vision for tomorrow) preparing her a meal, fresh from a bath, in their own little world... How could she not fall deeper in love? So in love that she could just kiss her!

And she did just that.

Walking up to the shorter girl, Diana coaxed her into warm arms, a hand making its way into brunette strands, entangling them around her fingers, ring shining amidst them. This was bliss. This was everything to her.

This was everything to Akko. Everything she’d hoped for and wanted, and even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Soft. A little salty, maybe the soup’s seasoning. Warm and gentle, yet pressured and emotional. Tenderly passionate, and passionately tender, their lips danced a song that they’d forever remember.

And as they sat down to eat, seated in front of each other, they motioned for cheers with their chopsticks, a leafy green clipped between one pair.

And that’s when Akko realized that it all made perfect sense.

The rings weren’t wrong, and the words would always be right.

“Ah...

Cabbage.”

~end.

A/N: Can you believe it? All that, just so I could say in the end, “Cabbage”. Honestly, Akko is so slow. Somehow I’m not quite satisfied with this, and maybe I should’ve gone with a different approach or piece, or simply edited my original plan to fit safely within the guidelines, but... Idk. Maybe I’m as much of a fool as Akko, that way. Was it worth the thousands of bothersome words to read? Haha. Feedback is appreciated, as always. Hope you enjoyed.

~Shintori Khazumi

[keepitcloseandmeaning]

- Sticky Situation -

💗 Kinktober Day 1 - Mutual Masterbation 💗

Keiji Akaashi x Fem! Reader (Smut)

Word count: 2k

Summary: Your boyfriend Akaashi has been working nonstop all week leaving you pent up and heated. You decide that today you're going to release this tension, and he's going to help you do it.

Akaashi was called to the office for the fifth time this week to overlook the design of a new magazine, which meant there was little to no alone time between the both of you. Even with those two short days off, his workload would pile over so much that he often had to bring it home with him. 

To say you were sick and tired of the attention you were being denied would be an understatement. 

You wouldn't blame him or hold it against him though. Your boyfriend worked hard for his career and it paid off greatly. He was a skilled editor for a famous manga magazine. Every booklet they released was far beyond well written and illustrated, so why were you so discontent currently? 

Akaashi had done nothing wrong, and if anything, he just continued to raise the bar, so, why were you currently laying in your bed with a dull ache? Why were you face first in Akaashi's pillow guilty soaking up his scent, hoping he'd magically appear? 

Why were you imagining his big rough hands grabbing you and tearing you down, just to lift you into highs unknown? You groaned. This just wouldn't do. 

Akaashi was crammed at work. Practically running while telling people what they needed to fix and how, while somehow also trying to find time to come up with story ideas and calendars.

 His days weren't always jampacked. He had calming days where he could just sit in his office and enjoy his coffee while brainstorming. Sadly today was just not one of those days. After making his rounds of constructive criticism, he could finally sit and unwind for a second before continuing with his task at hand; writing. Literature had always been something he admired since he was a child, though currently, he wished he'd picked a different branch. Days at the office were always ruthless when a deadline was nearing, but recently things have just gotten out of hand.

As Akaashi sat his 'bestest friend' mug down, as he let out a long sigh, rubbing his temple. What he wouldn't do to just be back in his bed curled up under the blankets with you. Your head on his chest as he played with your just-woken-up locks. Maybe a few pecks here and there. A few touches, maybe bites or licks. Fingers traveling lower; teasing. Groaning, Akaashi released his head. 'How unprofessional' he'd thought to himself. He couldn't be thinking such unholy thoughts at work, he still had assignments to finish. 

Nonetheless, his brain wouldn't stop thinking about all the ways he could take you. So far it favored forgetting all about his stories and instead, ramming you against his desk. Your ass high in the air, bright and pink from his hand. Your hair in between his fingers, pulling you closer to him. Your mouth yelling out his name and some incoherent syllables he couldn't place. 

"Fuck," he said. Taking off his glasses, he let his head fall into his hands. Now's not the time, he repeated in his head. He had to calm down. He had responsibilities. Once he felt like his brain had cooled, he attempted to continue on his work. That is, until he got a call. 

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he looked at the caller ID and picture. It was you. 'What perfect timing,' he thought as he slid the answer button. "Baby," you breathily released, "baby I need you."

 Akaashi's own breath hitched, hearing your tone. Despite his shock he replied, "Ah ah ah, you know I'm in the office, we can't do this now." Across the line he could hear your heavy pants as a whine was released from his words. 

"Akaashi, baby, please, please I need you. I need you so bad right now." You had pleaded back. Akaashi didn't know what had gotten into him. Your voice was like a siren call and his hormones couldn't handle it. His navy blue slacks tightened around his groin and he quickly covered it with his non-busy hand. "Mmph now look at you. You got us both pent up. What do you want me to do about this? About you?" You released a sigh, the fingers circling your clit continuing their slow path. "Help me Akaashi, please." His dark chuckle didn't help the warmth deep in your stomach. 

Leaning back further in his office chair, Akaashi tilted his head to his shoulder, holding his phone in place. Beginning to release his belt he said, "Awe, I know you can come up with something better than that. Tell me truthfully, what would you like me to do?" You swore you could hear the smirk in his voice. He was teasing you. 

"Please Akaashi, anything. Tell me what to do, what to touch, what to say, anything please." You whined. He in return released another dark chuckle as he dragged the zipper to his pants down. "Ah that's more like it, that's my good girl. Where are your hands now?" "Th-they're on me," you replied. 

Looking down at the bulge in his briefs he rose a brow and commented back, "Baby girl if you want me to help you, you have to be more descriptive. You know the rules." Across the screen you nodded and gulped, even though you knew he wouldn't see it. You also knew that he was telling the truth. If you didn't listen to him he wouldn't oblige you in any way; he'd leave you hanging. 

"Okay I'm sorry, I'm sorry. There's o-one on my chest and the other is...is.." You didn't think you could continue. Your face was far beyond burnt by the blood rushing to it. Your heart was hammering in your ears. It wasn't like you and Akaashi had never done anything sexual before, you have. A plethora of times, but nothing like this. 

"Is where? Tell me Y/n, where is that slutty little hand of yours at?" Akaashi huskily asked across the line. A whine slipped out of your lips as your thighs clenched against your hand.

 "My clit. It's-it's on my clit," you breathed out. In return Akaashi let out a groan as his hand gently rubbed his bulge through his briefs. "Good girl. How fast are you rubbing it, hmm?" He questioned.

"S-slow. I'm going slow," you answered back a bit too quickly. Akaashi could sense your need through the line. The way your seemingly quiet breaths came out in puffs in his ear, the urgency in your voice. He had you wrapped around his finger. "Mm go faster and don't stop until I tell you to. You hear me?" A breathy moan was let out from your end, "Yes whatever you say."

You did as your boyfriend told you to, your moans steadily increasing in volume as your fingers increased in speed. Pleased with your sounds, Akaashi let a hand slip under the band of his briefs, stroking himself gently. "Ahh that's my good girl. Tell me how good it feels," he groaned out. Between one of your moans you let out, "G-good, so good Akaashi." 

Akaashi let his head fall back on his chair as his eyes closed. He imagined what you looked like, sprawled on your shared bed. Your wetness sticking to your thighs and fingers. He groaned quietly into the air as his cock throbbed at the thought. Pumping it a bit faster he uttered, "Mmm good. Finger yourself baby girl. Pretend I'm there." 

In response, your fingers traveled lower towards your hole and you couldn't stop picturing your boyfriend towering over you. His big calloused fingers circling around you until they plunged deep inside your wet cunt. 

You cried out as your fingers did just as your imagination implied. Although your fingers weren't as orgasm inducing as his, they did the job. "Oh fuck, Akaashi. God it feels so good," you vocalized. Letting his briefs fall, Akaashi fully released his cock as precum dribbled down it in small streams. He had to bite his lip in order to not let a groan out from the pleasure he was feeling and the waves of pleasure he was getting from your sounds alone.

His hand squeezed his cock as he pumped it faster, "Fuck Y/n. You make me feel so fucking good. Squeeze those pretty tits for me baby." You let your phone fall between your head and shoulder as an eager hand grabbed at one of your nipples, pinching and pulling it. A string of moans and curses left your lips as you continued to please yourself. Your mind wouldn't tear from Akaashi, wishing you had more than just his voice to work with.

To have him ramming into like you both wish he was. The veins in cock rubbing against your walls just right, pushing against that perfect spot. "Akaashi can I go faster, please? Please can you let me go faster?" You pleaded to him because holy shit were you already so close. You weren't expecting to have been so close already, but with the heat you had been carrying all day combined with your boyfriend's sultry voice, you couldn't control yourself. 

He let out a mix of both a moan and chuckle as he remarked, "Mm someone's eager today. Can my naughty girl last a bit longer at this speed, hm? Can you do that for me?" Your head rolled back on your pillow as you bit your lip. Of course he wouldn't let you, he's never been that generous. So for his sake and yours you continued with the speed you had set for yourself. Not fast enough to make you cum immediately, but not slow enough that it was no longer pleasurable. 

You wanted--no, needed more. A mix between a whine and mewl left your lips as you gripped your breast roughly. "Ak-kaashi please, please I'm so close for you," you pleaded again, hoping this time it'd do the trick. Sighing from the pressure building in his lower abdomen, Akaashi's hand began to get sloppy in the way it stroked him. "You little slut, cum for me. Move those hands as fast as they can go and cum for me," he stated roughly, his own high closing in. 

His dark command pushed you to move your hands in the way you wanted. The hand squeezing your breast traveled to your clit to help push you closer to your peak. The fingers within you curled, twisted, pumped into you as fast as you could manage. "Fuck! Fuck Akaashi ahh. God it feels so good," you slurred as pleasure continued to build quicker in you. 

Your moans rung through the speaker of his phone and into his ear. Akaashi soaked up every one of them, letting them propel him to pump his cock even faster. His hips began to meet his hand in sloppy thrusts, pushing him over. "Y/n ahhh fuck. You're such a good girl--good girl. Cum for me baby. Cum for me. Cum all over those slutty little fingers baby."

After he was sure you both had caught your breath he stated, "Prepare to get punished when I get home. The next time you pull something like this while I'm at work I won't even think about going easy on you." With that, he hung up and looked at the mess you had caused him to create. He huffed as he began cleaning up. Later that night, he was going to teach you not to interrupt him at work, and he wouldn't let up until he was sure you knew. 

Your high came in like a blast of hot summer air. Warmth wrapped around you as your fingers continued to work on your eager cunt. Your back arching and toes curling as you came on your fingers and screamed Akaashi's name. Akaashi wasn't too far behind, his hand almost crushing his cock as it spurted out his hot seed. His breath hitched as he tried to catch his breath, muttering your name and profanities as his high came toppling to a close. 

- End

A/N: Hi hi readers ! I hope you enjoyed this first kinktober entry ! I can't wait to write more for you guys!

- 💗

[raisedbyfandomwolves]

Hello, I have a fanfic prompt... I think. I was told.on twitter to send it to you this way. Apologies if I've done this all wrong. Shottmacher and Karamel get drunk, go to Vagas and get married. I love your stories! Thank you for all you write.

This is... very long... and I’m sorry it took so long but I hope you like it.

A marching band was having a full dress rehearsal in her skull.

At least, that was the best that Kara's sluggish brain could offer as an explanation for the throbbing pain. Not even the blissful comfort of the very fluffy pillow underneath her head could help with that... or muffle every sound in the world which was really annoyingly loud right now.

Groaning, she forced her eyes to open only to almost immediately squeeze them shut again when blinding light was her reward for her efforts. The stabbing pain made her headache worse and elicited a pitiful whine out of her. Why had she woken up again? And why couldn't she just go back to sleep and escape all this suffering?

She tried, pulling her pillow out from under her head and using it to shut out all the light and sound, but it was no use; both the pounding and racket persisted until she finally gave up and attempted to brave the morning even as she did her best to remember how the hell she had ended up like this. Eve had suggested going to Vegas for the weekend to celebrate Winn's recent promotion and both Mike and Kara had naturally agreed since they wanted to mark the occasion with their close friend.

Unfortunately, everything after they had checked in to their hotel was a blur. There were drinks – which would explain the almost lethal hangover she was having right now – and some gambling... Mike had won a tidy sum in a lucky streak at the roulette table... More drinking... Then nothing.

God, why did she feel like she was forgetting something really important?

Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she raised her left hand to press it to her still throbbing forehead-

-only to get momentarily blinded by an unexpected glint on said hand.

She squinted uncomprehendingly at the glint and blinked a few times in the hope that it would help.

Then she realised what she was looking at with a sense of dawning horror and her hangover magically vanished.

Dread descended upon her as she began noticing other things like how she was naked under the sheets... and, as she turned her head slowly to her side, that there was someone else in bed with her.

Usually, she took every opportunity to ogle her boyfriend's very nice bare chest which sometimes doubled as her pillow... but Kara found herself struggling to do that this one time.

Mostly because her attention was focused on a shiny item on the ring finger of his left hand – a certain item that was identical to the source of the glint on her own left hand.

All of a sudden, Kara had a very strong sinking feeling she knew at least one of the events that had happened during that giant hole in her memory.

“Mike.” She shook him with as much energy as she could muster. “Mike, wake up. WAKE. UP. RIGHT. NOW.”

A pained groan was the first sign of life that he gave, and just as she had several minutes ago, he blearily opened his eyes for a split second only to snap them shut again. “Kara? Oh god, why is it so bright in here?”

There was a small sympathetic part of her that wanted to give him time to get his bearings and all that but it was vetoed by her panic. “Mike, look at your left hand.”

“My left hand?” he echoed confusedly even as he sluggishly lifted said hand to his face. “What about-” He immediately fell silent when he realised what was around his ring finger and with wide eyes slowly turned to face her again.

She wordlessly held up her left hand.

Those blue-grey eyes she loved so much got that little bit bigger.

“Oh,” was all he managed.

“Yeah. 'Oh',” she repeated dryly.

Before their monosyllabic conversation could go any further, they were startled by the sound of a stampede approaching the connecting door linking their hotel room to its neighbour. Kara only had a second to realise what was going to happen and dived back under the sheets with a panicked squeak before there was a telltale beep and the connecting door was thrown wide open.

Standing in the doorway with a thunderous expression was none other than Eve who managed to look threatening even when she was clearly wearing nothing but a sheet. Behind her, a pale-faced Winn was squeaking her name while his hands maintained a desperate grip on the towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist which was similarly quite possibly the only thing he was wearing.

“TELL ME,” she all but roared at Kara and Mike who flinched at the assault on their already suffering eardrums. “TELL ME YOU TWO DIDN'T GET MARRIED WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK LAST NIGHT.”

Rendered mute by fear of their impending deaths, Kara and Mike slowly held up their left hands even as they attempted to disappear into the bed.

Dead silence followed.

Then Eve let out an unholy shriek that caused the other three present to clap their hands over their ears. (In Winn's case, he ended up dropping his towel but luckily no one was looking and he managed to cover himself back up again before anyone noticed.)

“ANNUL THAT.” The way she was pointing at the couple in bed along with her expression brought to mind some mythical god who was about to bring down divine retribution on their puny mortal heads. “GET THAT ANNULLED IMMEDIATELY. I REFUSE TO LET THE TWO OF YOU GET DRUNK-MARRIED IN VEGAS WHERE I MISS THE CHANCE TO BE A PROPER MAID OF HONOUR AND CAN'T RECORD EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE OCCASION. GET DRESSED.” She whirled around to pin her own boyfriend with her deadly gaze, causing him to let out a terrified squeak and shrink into himself. “WINN. COME WITH ME. WE'RE GOING TO FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN UN-MARRY THEM NOW.”

With that, she slammed the connecting door shut, leaving Kara and Mike blessedly alone once again... technically speaking, at least.

“E-Eve! W-Wait!” Winn's piteous voice could still be heard on the other side. “We got married too! What are we going to do about that?!”

Kara wanted to feel sorry for him, she really did, but her own situation felt dire enough and with the way Eve was behaving about the whole thing, every moment of respite was welcome.

Her thoughts on what she was supposed to do next were interrupted by a wretched groan coming from her side and she turned to find Mike staring at his ring with an utterly miserable look on his face.

“Man,” he muttered dejectedly to himself as if he'd forgotten she was right there, “I can't believe we got married of all things...”

His words were like a bucket of ice cold water that had just gotten dumped right on her head. They'd been dating for over two years already and had even moved in together – mostly in the name of convenience but still – so there had been moments where she had tentatively thought about and even occasionally daydreamed of where she saw their relationship heading.

Apparently he didn't share her sentiments.

Suddenly she wished she was anywhere else and even cursed Eve for having suggested they come to Vegas in the first place.

“Right.” Her voice sounded strange to her own ears and she turned away from him so that he couldn't see that she was on the verge of crying. “Since it's clear you hate this so much, let's just hurry up and get it over with.”

“What? Hey wait.” He sounded confused as his hand – his left hand of all things – wrapped around her arm, stopping her from leaving the bed and gently trying to coax her into looking at him again. “Kara, what's wrong? What did you mean by that?”

Blinking away her tears, she reluctantly turned back towards him and tried to maintain a facade of relative indifference. “You've made it clear you don't want to... to be married to me so it just makes sense to get... It'll probably be easy to undo so we should-”

“Whoa, whoa. Wait. Hold on.” He squeezed his eyes shut and dragged his free hand down his face. “Kara, why are you saying stuff like that? Where are you getting all this?”

His obtuseness made her snap despite her desire to escape her current situation without creating a scene. “You just implied a minute ago that getting married to me was like... like... the worst thing that could have ever happened to you!”

“What? When did I imply that?!”

“It's the way you said, and I quote, 'I can't believe we got married of all things'!”

“That's because I wanted to do it properly, okay?!”

For an indeterminate amount of time, the two of them just stared at each other in complete silence.

“...W-What?” Kara barely managed to get out, unsure she'd heard him correctly, and watched as he pulled his hand back and dropped his head in regret.

Mike said nothing for a long time and she was just about to ask him to clarify himself when he finally spoke again. “I've been trying to find the right moment to propose to you for the past month.”

Her heart did a weird flip-floppy thing. “Y-You have?” she stuttered.

He nodded, the very picture of misery. “But something would come up every single time I'd worked up the courage so I kept thinking that I should just wait for the next moment to come except that would get ruined too somehow and then I started wondering if you'd even say yes-”

“Yes,” she blurted out in a rush.

That stopped his rambling in its tracks, and when he lifted his head to finally meet her gaze his expression was one of confusion. “...What?”

“I would've said yes.” The lead weight in her stomach had turned into a swarm of agitated butterflies by then. “It wouldn't have mattered if you'd asked in a fancy restaurant or our living room; I would've said yes.”

Ever so slowly, the disbelief on his face turned into awed wonder. “You would?”

If she smiled any wider, she was sure she was going to pull a facial muscle she couldn't even pronounce. “Well, I obviously said yes while I was drunk as a skunk last night, didn't I?” she pointed out as she waved her left hand in the air.

The grey in his eyes gave way to blue as he started grinning teasingly at her. “In all fairness, you say a lot of crazy things when you're drunk.”

“Wh- I do not!”

“Oh really? What about that time you started claiming you were secretly an alien with superpowers?”

“T-That's a lie and you don't have any proof to back that up!”

“Sure about that? Because I think Winn recorded it so all we need to do is ask him...”

“Mike!” Blushing with a mixture of embarrassment and put-on anger, she smacked him but to no avail because that just made him laugh out loud. When she stepped up her efforts, he simply grabbed her wrists so that he could pin her to the bed and kiss her until she forgot why she had been mad at him.

She didn't, however, forget their overall situation.

“Let's get this marriage annulled,” she murmured when they had caught their breaths.

His eyes snapped wide open and he pulled away, stunned. “What? But I thought-”

“I meant it,” she insisted, wriggling one hand free of his now loose grip so that she could cup his face. “But I want it all done properly too. I want to actually have and remember every moment of getting married to you instead of it just being the result of some black-out drunk decision-making in Vegas.”

He smiled again, the happiness in his eyes brighter than the sun. “I want that too.”

It had seemed impossible and yet somehow she found herself even happier than she had been less than a minute ago. “Good.” She pulled him in for another kiss before playfully shoving him off. “Now get dressed. The sooner we get this marriage annulled, the sooner we can get married for real.”

(He proposed within the week and the wedding was a beautiful ceremony worth remembering from start to end.)

(Eve was naturally the maid of honour.)

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Stop Yelling at Me!!

Bakugo x Reader

Summary

Bakugo and y/n have known eachother since they were kids. Since they were kids Bakugo would always pick and nag at Y/N and Deku for having a “better quirk” than them. One day as everyone from class 1-A socializes in the common area of their dorm Y/N has had enough of Katsuki’s shit

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“IZUKUU~” I yelled from outside of his house “C’MON WE’RE GONNA BE LATE ON THE FIRST DAY!!”. Today was our first day at Yuuei. I’ve been dreaming of this day since I was just a small bean. I always knew I was going to make it in. And not just because my family was wealthy but for actually having an useful quirk.

“IM COMING” My clumsy friend ran out of his house, staggering over his own feet. “Sorry to keep you waiting”

“No big deal. I just wanna get there early to meet our classmates. Do you think anyone from school will know us?” I exclaimed, barely holding in my excitement.

“Well..” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “Kaachan is”

I stopped dead in my tracks watching Deku slowly turn around wincing.

“You’ve got to be shitting me”

“Y/N!! LANGUAGE. Your mouth is worse than his” he said walking towards me linking our arms.

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“Why~ ugh” I groaned “He’s such an asshole”

“I know. But we’ll just ignore him” he smiled as we kept walking.

“Look Y/N it’s huge” he exclaimed “Dont you just love it”

“Yea” I smiled “DEKU WATCH OUT”

It was to late. He was already on his way to the ground. Until he started being pulled up by someone’s quirk. It was a girl with a brown bob and big brown eyes. She looks bubbly and adorable.

“That was close” she giggled “ I’m Uraraka. But you can call me Ochako”

“D-Deku-” Deku mumbled. He looked back at me as if he was saying “save me”

“Hi I’m Y/n” I intervened. Saving my shy friend “You have a nice Quirk”

“Aww thank you. What class are you two in?”

“1-A” We said in unison “Jinx. Double Jinx”

Ochako looked at us like we were weird and asked “Are you two dating?”

We looked at eachother and then back to her. We started laughing hysterically.

“No” I said trying to hold in my laughs “We’re just childhood friends” Izuku nodded his head in agreement.

“Come on we’ll be late” she squeals speed walking “maybe there’s some cute boys”

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“MOVE SHITTY HAIR”

I knew that loud voice anywhere. And we’re not even in the classroom yet. Deku and Ochako walked in together while I tailed along.

I took a look around the classroom. There was an empty seat next to a guy with two different hair colors and a scar around his eye.

“Look at the babe” a guy with spiky red hair whistled “Hi I’m Kirishima”

“Y/N” I smiled while walking to the seat. I felt a cold stare looking at me from across the room. And I knew exactly who was giving me the favor.

“OI Y/N. WHY ARE YOU HERE?” Bakugo snarled

“Suck my dick Katsuki” I shot back while flipped him the finger.

“Always knew you had one”

I rolled my eyes as I looked away from his burning red eyes. “Bite me”

“Alright settle down students” A man in a slumber bag said. Is he really our teacher?

He crawled from out of the bag revealing his true identity.

“Oh my god” I whispered. The split haired boy looked over at me and back to the teacher “It’s Eraserhead”

“Alright. We’re going to introduce ourselves. Whoever wants to go first you can. I don’t care”

And of course the first person up was-

“I’m Katsuki Bakugo and I’m going to be-“

“Blah blah blah” I muttered. The guy next to me laughed.

Everyone else went until it was my turn. I rolled my eyes walking on to the podium.

“I’m Y/N. K bye now”

“Is that the last one? You guys took the whole period. Well” Aizawa yawned “let me show you guys to your dorms”

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Aizawa showed everyone their dorms and dormates. “There’s an uneven number of girls so Y/N you’ll share with Bakugo”

“You’ve got to be shitting me. Can I bunk with Todoroki or Midoriya?” I begged.

“I don’t feel like doing the paperwork. Just share the room” he said walking away.

“Damn. Don’t get in my wa-“ bakugo started

“Blah blah do you ever shut up” I pushed pass him to get into the room

“Hey don’t talk to me that way” he growled

I ignored him as I put my decorations on my wall

“I don’t want to see that shit when I wake up”

“Then don’t look over here dummy” I mumbled. I continue to unpack my belongings. I walked pass him, purposely hitting his side “Oops”.

His words hurt. Ever since we were kids they hurt. So many times he’s threatened to blast me with one of his explosions. A part of me wished he already did it. Another part of me wants to beat his body into a mush. Then there’s that small tiny piece of me that wants him to do unholy things to me. That part I hate about myself.

“Watch it dumbass” his royal highness snarled once again.

I made my way towards the bathroom to change into some comfort clothes. I looked at myself In the mirror, tears threatening to spill. I closed my eyes trying to keep them in.

“Don’t cry” I whispered “Dont cr-“

“ARE YOU DONE IN THERE? IF YOUR LOOKING IN THE MIRROR I CAN ALREADY TELL YOU THAT YOUR UGLY” He laughed

That did it. The tears started trickling down my face. I wiped them as fast as I could trying to gain control. Stupid idiot. I hurried and put a cold towel on my face. I took one last glance and opened the door.

“Were you cry-?” He started

“Move out of my way asshole” I made my towards the common area. Everybody was there socializing.

“Hey Y/N come join us” Kirishima smiled. He was next to Todoroki, Denki, Momo and Mina. Deku was with Ochako, a tall boy with glasses, and Tsu. They were all in comfort clothes, looking like they were having the time of their life.

I sat next to Kirishima, adding myself into the conversation.

“So Y/N” Todoroki started “What is your quirk?”

“Yea what is it?” Kiri asked.

“Well” I laughed nervously “um I cause people to have hallucinations just by looking at them. Make them have bad ones and good ones. It’s kinda stupid”

“THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!” Kirishima exclaimed “Better than turning into a rock”

“A metaphoric rock or?” I joked. Everybody laughed. I looked over at Deku. We cought eachothers eyes looking at the other. He put his finger on his nose and scrunch it. I do the same. This was our way of saying that we have eachothers back no matter what.

My train of thought was interrupted by Kirishima calling over someone. I turned back to the group and saw Bakugo walking towards us.

“There’s no seats” he snarled. He looked at everyone but me. I focused my attention to my hands.

“I’ll see you guys later” I put on a fake smile and made my way towards Deku. I sat next to him putting my head on his shoulder “I hate myself” I said into his shoulder.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” Deku asked looking, well trying to, at me.

“I have to share a room with fire breath” I said lifting my head.

“Oh no. Poor thing” Momo hugged me “That asshole is going to make you miserable”

“Already has” I released the hug looking at him. Surprisingly he was already looking at me.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT ASSWIPE?” He yelled.

“STOP YELLING AT ME” I screamed. Everyone started screaming as my quirk started making them see their fears. My quirk usually works on what emotions I’m feeling. And since I’m pissed off, everyone’s seeing their worst nightmare.

“Y/N MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE” Ochako whined.

“Y/N” Izuku screamed.

Finally I stopped using my quirk. Everyone’s hyperventilating and looking at me like I was a monster. Tears started running down my face as I looked at everyone.

“I’m so sorry” I said faintly. I tried to hold myself up.

Kirishima walk towards me “Y/N”. I stepped back shaking my head. He pulled me into a hug. Trying to calm me down.

“I want to go to my dorm now” I pulled away trying to smile. “I’m sorry guys. I truly am”

It was an unison of “it’s fine” and “no need to apologize”

I closed the door to my room and threw myself on the bed. Crying my eyes out. Sobbing so loud that I didn’t even hear the door old and close.

“Um y/n” he sounded pitiful. I don’t want his pity. I don’t need it. “I’m sorry”. He sat at the edge of my bed. I can tell he was contemplating on rubbing my back. I sat up looking him dead in his eyes. Using my quirk to show him how his words affect me. “Get out of my head” he snarled.

“No. You’re going to see what the hell you’ve done”

He pushed me away but I still held focus. Until he covered my eyes. Tears threatening to spill through both of our eyes. He pulled me into a hug. Which was unsurprisingly warm.

“Why are you such an ass” I whispered, longing for an answer.

“I have to show I’m dominate”

“No you don’t. Nobody says you have to show dominance. You act like a huge asswipe.”

“I’m sorry” he said looking into your eyes. His ruby eyes were memorizing. And his caramel scent filled my nose.

“You need to apologize to Izuku as well. He just wanted to be friends. But you pushed both of us away. Treated us like shit” I stood up ready to leave but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down.

“We’re not done talking”

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Beauty and the Beast

Pairing(s): Crowley x Female Human Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: Language, Slow Burn Fluff

Words: 2,541

Genre: Fluff, so much fluff, Angst

Part two of: “Won’t Say I’m in Love”

@antmnwasp @pantaxbal

I do not own the GIFs, characters, or song

The song is “Beauty and the Beast” from the movie “Beauty and the Beast”

The sound of an amused chuckle broke the silence that seemed to blanket the small bookshop, though one of the occupants didn’t seem amused in the slightest, while the other couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face. The demon had just start talking about the experience he had the night before at {Y/N}’s house, and the angel obviously wasn’t going to hide how he felt, even though smug didn’t really fit him at all. Crowley cursed himself, an unusual flush of embarrassment dusted his cheeks as he glared at a book, debating on chucking it at the angel while he thought back to how this had happened.

“How is our {Y/N} doing? I’ve been meaning to meet up with her as she’s been asking to borrow a book from my personal collection and I still need to give it to her. And now I simply must thank her for those delightful cookies she baked!”

“I can give her the book tonight if you would like, she suggested we have a movie night, so I. . . I invited her over to my flat.”

Crowley muttered the last part of that sentence, eyes, currently not hidden behind his usual sunglasses, stared at the floor. It was clear that he didn’t want to admit that fact because he could already guess Aziraphale’s reaction, and he didn’t want to meet it head on. At all.

On the angel’s face was the smuggest grin he could muster, which was actually impressive, well, Crowley thought it was impressive considering the angel’s too pure history. 

“You two are getting awfully close. One might think that you fancy her, perhaps, more than a friend?’

“I’m a demon! Demons don’t do more than friends! I don't know what you’re talking about, besides she’s a human. . . Like a human could be worthy of loving a demon!”

“Oh please, Crowley! You have a lot of strengths but hiding what you want isn't one of them. Demons really don't do subtle, do they? Personally, I think your little crush on her is quite adorable.”

Aziraphale grinned, raising his mug of hot chocolate to his lips as he listened to Crowley sputter and struggle for the right words.

“I’m not. . . ! Demons are. . . ! Adorable? Really, Angel?”

“This is really unlike you Crowley, getting all flustered over a human? How scandalous! What will He- er. . . Your side think?”

The angel seemed concerned for just a second before he went back to his smug expression, proud that he, an angel, he could crack a demon such as Crowley.

“First of all, I’m not flustered. I’m fine, I don't know what you’re talking about. Second, Hell doesn't care about me anymore, so I doubt they'll really try to track me down if I did something like fall in love with a human. If. Anyway, Angel, I really must be going. {Y/N} would have a fit if I’m late to a get together at my flat.”

Aziraphale watched as Crowley abruptly stood from his seat across from the angel and marched right of the bookshop. Unknown to the angel though, Crowley was lying through his teeth when he said that Hell wouldn't come after him for loving a human. He was sure Hastur or Beelzebub were already aware of what he really felt for his Dove. That was one of the main reasons why he didn’t want to admit he caught feelings for the human, he didn’t want to put her in any sort of danger. Another thing was that he knew what happened when two people had mutual feelings for each other. They got together and spent the rest of their lives with each other. The thing was, she would be spending the rest of her life with him. He would be forced to watch her grow old, sick, and deteriorate, and part of him pleaded to avoid her so he can spare himself of that pain.

As Crowley was moping around in his thoughts, he had realized that he had arrived his flat, as he wasn't really paying attention to his driving, rather paying attention to his intrusive thoughts. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, they were beginning to win. Did deserve to go through the pain that was loving a demon? She was such a blessing to him that he didn't want to imagine her going through any sort of pain, especially inflicted by him. 

That was his worst nightmare, well, it would be if demons had nightmares, let alone had dreams at all.

With a worried glance, he glanced up at his clock that seemed to betray him when it read that it was only half an hour until four. Half an hour until {Y/N} would be arriving. He didn't know why he was panicking, if he couldn't get everything ready, he could just miracle it into place last minute. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, even though a certain angel warned him that it wasn't a good practice, using miracles for small everyday things that could be done by hand.

Time seemed to fly because in no time, he heard a very faint knocking at his flat door. Once he heard that noise, he took a deep breath, hoping to all that was holy, well, unholy, that this would go without any bumps. That he wouldn't screw it up, because he’d hate to lose {Y/N}, even if being around her brings back the pain of not being able to have her. He’d rather have her with someone else and safe than with him and in danger.

“Crowley! Thank you for inviting me over, again, I was really surprised when you agreed to watch a movie with me. Especially a princess movie!”

{Y/N} greeted with a bright smile, stepping into his flat when Crowley moved out of the doorway, watching her surprised expression. The real thing clearly didn't match what she was envisioning a couple minutes prior.

“It’s no big deal, besides, all I already told you that I was a sucker for sweet things.”

He replied effortlessly with a wink, and he couldn't really catch himself before he replied. Of course, going along with his cheeky nature when he replied was normal for him, so he knew that trying to block that might be a little difficult. Demons were known for having little self control, and this little interaction showed it.

“Oh, and are those sweet things just movies or. . .”

{Y/N} giggled in a flirty whisper, standing on her tiptoes to stare at Crowley behind his sunglasses the best he could. Immediately, the demon pulled back, not used to his Dove acting so forward. And instead of going along with his instincts, he pulled back and turned away from her.

“Yep. Mainly just movies I’m afraid.”

{Y/N} watched with a heartbroken yet confused expression as her friend walked over to his large couch and practically fell on it, glancing at her like nothing had just happened. Like he hadn't rejected her quicker than he rejected new cars.

“Oh, well, uhm. . . Let me just put the movie in and we can start right away! I brought one of my favorites!”

She plastered on a fake smile and popped the disk into the player before sitting down next to Crowley on the couch. Well, next to was an overstatement, Crowley was practically hugging the right arm and {Y/N} was debating on sitting on the left arm, both determined to put as much space as they could between each other.

The movie started as the two remained silent, the only noise being the live action version of the classic playing on the rather large television. It remained this way for awhile, but it was actually Crowley that broke the silence.

“This character, uh, Belle is it? She’s an absolute idiot! The town’s most eligible bachelor is throwing himself at her and she’s shrugging him off like she won’t be forced to marry someone like him anyway!”

Crowley groaned, but he seemed to be grinning as he complained about the first few minutes of the film.

“It’s supposed to be about her being independent! Don't ruin it with accuracies!”

{Y/N} giggled from her side of the couch, rolling her eyes at the antics of her friend as he just continued to spout off about how much of a catch Gaston really was. As much as she wanted to scoff and laugh at him, he had a point. Gaston’s actor was pretty good looking.

It was at that point that Crowley had scooted a little closer to the middle of the couch.

“So. . . Her mother is dead, her father is the town crazy, and she’s the only woman in the village that can read?”

“Yes! I don't understand why that's so hard to see!”

Crowley couldn't help but give a soft laugh at {Y/N}’s small rant, now noticing that she herself was closer to the middle compared to where she was at the start of the movie.

“You never fail to make me smile, Dove.”

“You never fail to make me absolutely crazy, Crowley!”

She managed to get out between her fits of laughter, and although she couldn't see, Crowley’s eyes were brightening at the sound of it. Maybe this movie night was a good idea after all.

The rest of the movie passed the same way, Crowley making a comment about something he didn't like or didn't understand and immediately {Y/N} would defend the film, though not without having a chuckle or two. And as the movie continued to play and the two continued to watch, either they didn't notice or didn't comment on it, but by the halfway point, the two were sitting side by side, {Y/N}’s head resting gently on his shoulder.

“Oh my Go- gosh. . . Don't tell me they’re going to sing again! This is like, what, the hundredth song?”

“Hush your whining, Crowley this is the best part!”

{Y/N} lectured him from her spot beside him as she watched with wide eyes, already anticipating the most known song of the film. The two did share a name, so it was only that more memorable.

“Tale as old as time. True as it can be.”

The woman felt her breath hitch as she watched the two main characters slowly dance in each other’s arms, wishing she could, too, feel a warm embrace from someone she loved. Meanwhile, Crowley was fake gagging, but on the inside, he was panicking. Why in the hell did she have to pick such a sappy romance movie! It just made everything for him worse!

“Barely even friends. Then somebody bends unexpectedly.”

Of course that lyric had to apply to them. It just had to! Crowley cursed himself for agreeing to this, as he really didn't know what he was getting into when he said yes. But his nervous rambling was broken by an awkward chuckle from the woman with her head on his shoulder.

“Ah, too bad love in real life isn't that easy. . . Right, Crowley?”

“Nothing is ever easy in this dammed world, Dove. Especially love.”

{Y/N} couldn't help but smile at his answer, her eyes darting back to the screen, and she had assumed that Crowley had done the same. But instead, his focus was still on his Dove.

“All little scared, neither one prepared. Beauty and the Beast.”

He couldn't help but hate those lyrics too, as he felt like he just kept getting called out during this dammed song. Beauty and the Beast? It wasn't hard to make the connection there. {Y/N} was fiery but delicate, a beauty he couldn't ever obtain. While Crowley was a beast that was meant to remain hidden.

“Crowley. . .”

The soft call of his name caught his attention as he looked down and saw those wide {e/c} eyes he had fallen in love with, melting his cold exterior even further.

“Yes, Dove?”

“Finding you can change. Learning you were wrong.“

“Stop fighting yourself.”

Crowley stared at her for a moment, mouth agape, completely taken aback by what she had just said. What did she mean, though? She couldn't mean. . .

“Tale as old as time. Song as old as rhyme.”

“Dove I-”

“Stop fighting, Crowley.”

“Beauty and the Beast.”

Crowley blinked for a moment, still trying to wrap his head around what his human was saying. But his thoughts scattered as soon as he felt a much softer pair of lips press against his own. His eyes immediately blew wide, but his instincts and wants took over, his lanky arms wrapping around her waist to gently hoist her into his lap.

“Oh, Dove. . .”

He mumbled, disappointed in himself at the thought he could fight something so tempting. It was funny, him a demon, the king at tempting, trying to fight against the most tempting prize of all. Love. {Y/N} smiled softly against his lips, pushing herself upward, eyes fluttering close. Her hands ran into his perfect hair, the want she had to mess it up and play with it was finally fulfilled as she just rested her hands there. After a small moment, a hand strayed from his red hair and fell on his chin, while Crowley’s hands remained on her hips, tracing small circles with his thumbs.

Crowley was convinced this was what pure bliss was like. That nothing could ruin the moment.

And then he felt her take off his sunglasses.

Instantly, Crowley had shoved her away, trying to scramble and get them back, but the damage was already done when she opened her eyes in surprise and stared into the eye’s of a snake.

“Crowley. . . Crowley what the hell-”

“Get out.”

He forced himself to say, turning his gaze away from her as he couldn't deal with seeing the pain he had just caused her from that phrase alone.

“What?”

“I said. . . Get out!”

He snapped, standing up from the couch in an instant, but gaze still avoiding {Y/N} because just hearing her cry was tearing at his heart. He knew he couldn't stand seeing it. He knew he would break and ask her to stay, but he couldn't do that. Instead, he waited for that telltale sound of his flat door slamming shut before he stared at the spot his Dove sat in moments before.

“I’m such a monster. . . A selfish monster.”

He growled to himself, picking up the remote before chucking it across the room in a fit of anger, listening to the distant sound of it shattering and the batteries rolling everywhere.

“My my my, wasn't that dramatic. Always knew you had a flare for making a scene, Crowley.”

Crowley didn't get scared. Demons didn't get scared. But hearing that voice, that annoyingly buzzy voice, struck fear into the heart of even the most daring and brave demons. 

“Beelzebub. . .”

That was the only thing he said, turning around, yellow eyes wide and full of fear as he stared at his superior who was just a couple of feet in front of him.

“Crowley, I think you and I are due for a little chat.”

NOTE: Y’all I’m so sorry this took so long! I really hope it lived up to your expectations and I’ll see you next time! Thanks for reading!

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Danatole: non-thoughtful man and the drunk

((I had a prompt sent to me and then I totally went against it, I don’t have a lot of experience with writing so please be kind. There’s not a lot of danatole fics))

Anatole was sitting in his study, reading poetry when he was a kid. Some old books that Hélène used to read him.

See Anatole did this when he was upset, he went back to the good ole days. The days when his sister would kiss him night, the days when he didn’t have consequences for his actions, days when everything was better.

For Anatole had ran from his best friend the previous day. His best friend, Dolokhov has confessed feelings of unholy desire to Anatole. Freya had confessed love to Anatole.

Anatole yelled and screamed at him. Dolokhov took it and told him to think about it. And think about it he did. He thought and Anatole came to a conclusion this morning. That he did not want to think about it. He wanted things to return to normal.

It had been almost 24 hours. It was 8:00 in the morning and all Anatole planned to do was read and ignore his thoughts. All of them. He pretended it was just the usual, just like every day.

Anatole picked up the next small novel and the next and the next. Soon a whole day had passed.

It was a quarter till 12 when he heard a knock on his door.

“Allez-y, come in!” Anatole called out closing his book.

A maid slid in with a smile on her face “My prince, Hélène is here with a friend.”

“Oh, let her in, I’m not busy!” Anatole smiled letting himself indulge his novel, not caring for his sisters nonsense. He could definitely use a distraction. His sister was the perfect person.

The maid smiled. She curtsied and proceeded to leave the room.

Then not 5 minutes later Hélène walked into the room with Dolokhov, looking mighty furious. Dolokhov was clinged over Hélène, wrapped around like a wounded animal.

“Found this drunken man at the bar. Could you care to explain why?” Hélène shifted dropping Dolokhov, who proceeded to the floor laughing. “This man will not share anything besides your name and babbling nonsense.”

Dolokhov was laughing and fumbling around. He was trying to get up, but once he did he fell again. He was drunk, so very drunk.

“That man who’s laughing on the floor, needs to be away from me for now. I don’t want to see him.” Anatole spat with fire. He stood from his desk pointing and thrashing his hands around at his dear sister as he spoke “I don’t want to be around Dolokhov.”

“Please Anatole I’m tired, Pierre found him when he was out getting his drinks. We are tired of this child of a man.”

The blonde French man glared at his sister, he did not want to meet eyes with that scrowndral.

“I do not wish to be near Dolokhov right now.”

“Anatole-“

“H-he's right ya know!” Dolokhov said through his laughs. the man stood up, trying to stand tall “If I was him I’d never want to see me again! I barely want to see me as it is!”

Anatole batted an eye at Dolokhovs statements but didn’t say a word.

“Anatole please whatever happened between you two, take him. Just help him. He is in misery.” She smoothed her gown and walked away.

“Where are you going?!”

“Home! I need a drink myself.”

Anatole could not believe the situation he was in. He couldn’t imagine what Pierre and Hélène had to deal with. But with what had happened in the past 24 hours he’s not sure what.

Sighing, Anatole retrieved Dolokhov into his arms. Dolokhov was a heavy man. He is a good 5’11 and weighs about 173. While Anatole is a 6’0 man but has the weight of a limp noodle. Anatole is trained in many things, but he did lack upper body strength sadly.

“Dolokhov-god-Move your legs!” Anatole shrieked almost falling.

Dolokhov did not respond verbally, he just moved his legs weakly.

Anatole guided him up each step of his stairs, carefully entering his room.

“You can walk the rest of the way. You can sleep

On my bed.”

“Lovely.” Dolokhov preceded to hiccup as he crashed on Anatoles bed.

Anatole pulled out a chair and watched as Dolokhov put his nasty wet shoes into his bed.

“If your going to lounge around my house please kindly take off your coat and shoes, they’re filthy.” He seethed grasping his temples. He was so annoyed. He didn’t know why, but he just was.

Dolokhov took off his shoes and his coat. He shivered and pulled a blanket over himself. Anatole watched annoyed at this weak display his friend was showing.

Dolokhov pushed his head out of the blankets and let out a wet cough.

Anatole softened, his facial features relaxing. “Do you feel ill freya?” Anatole May have been upset at his friend, but it wasn’t to the point of not caring for his health.

Dolokhov nodded in response, coughing once more.

“Anatole I don’t feel so well.” Dolokhov groaned coughing more violently. Suddenly Dolokhovs eyes opened wide and he sprang up from the bed. “Bucket! Bucket! I’m going to t-throw up.” Dolokhov urged motioning to a small bucket filled with discarded papers.

Anatole let out a fierce groan and threw the bucket into his friend's lap.

The sick man let out two loud coughs, before hurling into the bucket. It lasted for one minute and soon he collapsed back, gasping for breath.

Dear Anatole sucked up courage. He picked up the bucket, almost vomiting himself from the smell and threw it out for the maid to handle later.

“That was utterly repulsive.” Anatole muttered. Soon he looked to his side to see freya on his side, looking visibly upset. No tears, but sad.

“Dolokhov..” Anatole sat down in the chair once more “I know it takes a lot to make you drunk. Why did you drink this much?”

Dolokhovs eyes did not move, they stayed focused. To avoid Anatoles eyes.

Dolokhov had to be upset. He deserved to be. He let out his heart and the fear of being killed for it was terrifying.

“Dolokhov. Did you think I was going to turn you in?”

Dolokhov shook his head.

“Did you think I was going to hurt you?”

Dolokhov shook his head again.

“Did you think I was going to leave you?”

Dolokhov paused. Then he nodded. “Anatole. You don’t u-understand. I know your not the man to hurt me nor get me arrested. But your a man to leave. And to leave would hurt me most.” Dolokhov moved to his other side away from Anatoles gaze.

“Dolokhov, I wouldn’t leave you. That’s absurd! Your an amazing friend. A best friend. I’m not going to leave. I just…I just need time to think. I have many thoughts running through my mind.”

“That’s the first time you thought about anything.” He laughed.

“Because it’s you...Dolokhov. Get rest. You need it.”

Dolokhov was already fast asleep. Snoring.

Anatole however was not, he only slept a mere 3 hours that night.

He thought and thought and thought. He tossed and turned on his sofa.

If he was to be infatuated with Dolokhov, he would be guaranteed happiness until he was bored again.

If he was to reject the poor man, he’d give a man grief for the rest of his days.

Maybe not grief. Maybe the man would grow to live without him. And leave.

He didn’t want that.

Anatole felt something close to what he felt with his previous lovers. However, it felt completely different. He felt warmth and happiness. But he also felt ice and fear. Anatole could hear the birds sing and people scream. It was absolutely exciting yet terrifying.

Anatole couldn't figure out what was different.

He didn’t want to lose Dolokhov, Anatole felt like Dolokhov would pack up and leave just to tell him that he respects his descuo

‘I don’t want Dolokhov to leave.’

Anatole bolted straight up. That’s the difference with what he’s feeling. He knew Dolokhov. The pain, scars, fear, trauma, stupid descuons. He knew it. And he loved every inch of it.

All the fighting, all the dances, and everything. Anatole loved Dolokhov for him.

Anatole stayed up thinking more and more. Every laugh, the mischief, all of it he loved every inch of it.

The books he was reading, it was all about love. Was he in love with Fredya? Love was pain and healing all at once. Is that what he was feeling with Dolokhov?

Soon the morning came and Dolokhov awoke groaning. Anatole rushed to his aid.

“Come now, what do you need?”

“Anatole?”

“Long story, what do you need?”

“Um…water?” Dolokhov sat up immediately regretting that choice, he clutched his head with his left hand and frowned.

Anatole went down to the kitchen and retrieved a glass of water.

When he went back up he saw Dolohkov laying covering his eyes with his arm.

“Here’s your water.” Anatole handed the water over to Dolohkov.

“Thanks.”

Dolokhov sipped on the water for 5 minutes. It was an awkward, until he finally spoke.

“So how did I get here? I don’t remember a thing”

“Hélène. she found you drunk.”

“Why’d she bring me here?”

“She was annoyed? And plus what’s wrong with, here?”

“Anatole, you don’t reciprocate feelings of my kind. That is what’s wrong.”

“She doesnt know I don’t blame her for taking you here” Anatole shifted uneasy. He was really bad at talking to Dolokhov. He didn’t have the right words to say.

Dolokhov got up and put on his boots.

“Where are you going?” Anatole inquired latching onto Dolokhovs arm.

“Home. you need to be left alone. For the time being or indefinitely.”

“What no!” Anatole shrieked unmanly.

“What?”

“Listen i-I.” He took a breath in. “I don’t know how to feel exactly. I’m not sure exactly what it is but it’s not friendship. It’s not hate. I think it’s love. B-But! It’s different. It’s not Natasha, or my many many other lovers.”

Anatole pauses that sounded bad. He smiled uneasily.

“The point is that I think I’m in love with you. Your smile, your scars, you laugh, I love it all. And i don’t want to rush it. So c-can we start from the beginning?”

Dolokhov looked up at Anatole with a harsh glare before softening as Anatole put his hand out. Dolokhov started for a moment, only a moment, before he spoke.

“Fine, it’s only because your cute.” Dolokhov shook his hand, admiring the blush that ran up to Anatoles face. Anatole didn’t really know what to say, he’s not really used to his best friend/now lover? Flirting with him back. They’ve kissed before sure, but every man had kissed their best friend. It was like common knowledge. He did the best thing he could do, talk out his ass.

“Your one to talk.” Anatole laughed. Not his best, but it was the best he could manage. God he felt red and nervous.

Freya clutched his head and hiccuped. Dolokhov groaned and anatole started laughing.

“It’s not funny!”

“You got a hangover so you have to suffer.”

“I hate you.”

Dolokhov took off his boots and layers in the bed once again. Anatole joined him this time.

“Hi.” Anatole snuggled up awkwardly into Dolokhov

“Hi. This is very awkward.”

“Very.”

“But it's a start.”

“Yeah a start.”

[heycasbutt]

Always

This here is my 3rd entry for @cmbingo ! This one fills the Hurt/Comfort square and is angsty as hell. It’s a long one, so grab a snack and buckle up, kids. I hope you enjoy!

Special shout out to @dontshootmespence who listened to me whine about this  for the last month or two and decided she still wanted to be friends with me. ILYSM, Nicole!!

She was his new flavor of the week. Statuesque, blonde, emerald eyes that were glazed over with lust. The thrusting was pure muscle memory at this point, he moaned to make it seem like he was into it, but the truth is he had become desensitized to the sensations a long time ago. Each woman, just a vessel for his pleasure. Each woman, just an attempt to erase you from his mind. Erase the memories of years gone by. Erase the heartache and sorrow that tugs at his heart when he hears your name mentioned in passing. 

Stacy, Shelly, whatever the hell her name was, arched in response to his movements, crying out between gasps and grunts. The only name that circled his mind was yours, coiling tighter and tighter with each cheap whore he fucked. Her cries as she went over the edge into bliss, fell on deaf ears. He could only imagine it as you. You were the one below him, you were the one with your hair plastered to your forehead by sweat, you were the one he yearned for. 

As his own climax came and went, he rolled off her, burying his face in the pillows, trying in vain to rid his nose of the thick smell of sex that lingered. 

“Call me?” She said timidly as she slipped on the slinky black dress that had hugged her body mere hours before, and grasped the wad of bills he had left on the table for her. 

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” Came the answer as his hand searched out the bottle of whiskey on his side table. He took a swill of the amber liquid, washing the taste of her out of his mouth. The way their tongues danced had made him feel dirty, used. Simultaneously, albeit in vain, he was trying to wash away the thoughts of you. 

He knew he wouldn’t call, she knew he wouldn’t call. He was well known among the women at the Blue Lantern Lounge for just being a quick “fuck and dump” as they called him. He paid well, and was good at what he did, which is what kept the girls coming back night after night. No cuddling because that facilitated attachment and after you, that’s the absolute last thing he wanted. No names either, that only served to make things more complicated. 

Not more than 24 hours later, he found himself buried into another busty beauty. This one with mocha colored skin, pools of chocolate for eyes, and silky ebony tresses that splayed across his silk pillowcase. She gave him her name, Layla, he recalled, although he wasn’t 100 percent sure. His mind wandered to you, as she arched underneath him, he could imagine you. The way your nose scrunched when you were happy, he imagined your eyes rolling back into your head as he hit that sweet spot over and over again, bringing you right to the edge of bliss and then shoving you into oblivion. 

“Oh! Oh! Y/N!” He cried out as his own bliss overtook his body. The woman beneath him stopped squirming, a small hand pushed against his chest as she backed away slowly. 

“My name is Lola,” she replied, anger tinged the edges of her words. 

“Right. Right. Your money’s on the table. Just go.” He rolled over and grabbed a flask that had been resting on the nightstand. Swilling down some of the burning liquid inside. Knowing that it would destroy his liver, but hoping that it would destroy thoughts of you. The sound of his apartment door slamming shut was the only reminder that he was well and truly alone. 

Across town in your own apartment you stared up at your ceiling, the only source of light came from the silvery moon, peeking through the clouds. Your fiancé was snoring softly beside you, and you couldn’t help but sigh. Sure, you loved him, but there was always that little gnawing in the back of your mind that said maybe he wasn’t the right one for you. You picked up your phone and climbed out of the warm embrace of your blankets, the cold of the wood floors sending an electric shock up your spine. 

Making your way to the kitchen and pouring yourself a glass of juice, you unlocked your phone knowing that at least one person would be awake at this unholy hour. Your thumb hesitated slightly before you pressed the call button. 

“Y/N?” The voice came through the phone like an oasis. A refuge for you and your worries. 

“Spence,” You breathed out with a light laugh. 

On the other end of the phone Spencer had one hand wrapped around the flask he had been draining throughout the night. His nose crumpled as he shifted his position, the scent of Lola and sex still thick in the air. 

“Yeah. You okay?” Spencer’s words were slightly slurred as he took another deep drink from the flask. Letting the burn settle comfortably in his chest. 

“Yeah. I guess so, just couldn’t sleep and thought you might be awake,” You laughed softly as the timbre of his voice rumbled you down to your very core. One finger slowly traced the intricate pattern of the granite countertops. Your engagement ring glittered in the dim fluorescent light of the kitchen, a knot settling in your chest. Regret bubbling up inside you as Spencer prattled on about the health benefits, or rather lack thereof, associated with drinking a fifth of whiskey every night. 

“Have you been okay, Spence?” The words caught in your throat, you weren’t sure how he would react. He had never seemed so vulnerable, so broken in his entire life. 

“Why do you care? Don’t you have Ben to worry about?” The name of your fiancé slipped through his lips, almost like a curse word. You heard him gulp down a drink, probably whiskey, and your heart hurt, your chest ached for the pain he was in. 

The line went dead. Spencer had hung up. Something that had become more and more frequent in your phone conversations. One mention of your fiancé, and the boy wonder bowed out, not seeming to care if he had hurt yours or anyone else’s feelings. 

***

It was three days before the slender figure of Dr. Reid darkened the doorway of the BAU. He walked in, tie askew, week old scruff, and hair as though he had just rolled out of bed. Emily said he had been out with the flu, but one look at him and you knew it was emotional distress and not just the flu. 

Spencer stalked across the bullpen, as he neared you noticed the bags under his eyes were darker, heavier than usual. The shared wall between the two of your desks seemed to grow as Spencer sat down and promptly turned his back to you. 

“Spence?” You whispered softly, barely audible. Afraid that if you spoke any louder, you might break the fragile casing that held together Spencer Reid. 

“What?” He barked, flinging his chair around. His eyes bloodshot, you could tell from his face alone that what he was experiencing was more than a simple cold or the flu. Something, or someone had hurt the Boy Genius, and try as he might, he couldn’t hide the toll it had taken on him. 

“I just wanted to see if you were feeling better, you’ve been out the last few days.” You squeaked, wishing in vain that you could just sink back into your chair and forget the last 5 minutes. 

“I’m fine.” Spencer huffed, walking towards the small kitchenette, no doubt to make himself a cup of sugar with a splash of coffee. 

Standing in the small kitchen of the BAU, Spencer tried to push the thoughts of you from his mind. The way that you always smelled of cinnamon, and the slightest hint of caramel. The way that your hair laid just so, never a single strand out of place. The way your eyes sparkled when you got excited, the way you drew your lip in-between your teeth when you concentrated. But along with all those feelings of utter love and adoration came the jealousy that he had been so great at tamping down in days past, but as of late he hadn’t been very successful in that endeavor. The seething jealousy that some other man was touching you, loving you, inhaling your scent, wrapping his arms around you at night, making love to you. 

That’s what the girls were for, at least that’s what Spencer tried to tell himself. That they were just a distraction, a very good distraction that was working. He tried to tell himself he didn’t think about living with you. Being domestic, and in love. Kissing your head every morning when you woke up, kissing you sweetly before bed at night. 

The domesticity with another person was something that Spencer craved even more than the burn of whiskey. The kiss of a woman’s lips, your lips, he imagined was better than the kiss from a bottle of gin. 

*** 

It was three days before Spencer found himself lost in the embrace of another Blue Lantern woman. This one almost a carbon copy of you, from the way she spoke, her voice almost lyrical. The way her eyes, glazed over with lust, sparkled in the dim moonlight. The grunts and groans of appreciation slipping through her lips as Spencer drove his length as deep as he could. 

When all was said and done, Spencer wasted no time in rushing her out the door. He was again truly alone, the burn of his latest bottle of alcohol doing nothing to snuff the burning ache you left in his heart. 

That night, you tossed and turned in your own bed. Your mind reeling with insecurities, thoughts, hopes, dreams that will never be. You slid out of bed, careful not to wake Ben and made your way to the worn couch in the living room. Picking up a book Spencer had given you on your birthday, you settled down and began to read. 

Flipping the pages, your mind began to wander. It wandered to thoughts of Ben, thoughts of ending things. You weren’t sure when loving Ben had become a third or fourth priority. You weren’t sure when his touches became uncomfortable. You weren’t sure when you stopped saying ‘I love you’. You weren’t sure when you started loving Spencer, and stopped loving Ben. 

Morning dawned all too quickly and you soon found yourself thrust into the belly of the beast. Walking through the doors to the BAU, you noticed Spencer was at his desk staring thoughtfully into a rapidly cooling cup of coffee. The smell of alcohol stung your nose as you sank into your chair with a heavy sigh. 

“Good Morning Spence,” You greeted the young doctor warmly. He simply raised his shoulders in response, still not making eye contact with you. 

“Alright!” You stood up, slamming your hands down on your desk to which Spencer, albeit startled, finally made eye contact with you. His brows knit together in frustration, not happy that he had been disturbed, much less by you.

“What?” Spencer growled, anger budding up behind his hazel eyes. You were scared, you should be scared, but you were done sitting idly by watching Spencer drink himself to death over some potentially silly little thing. 

“What is wrong with you?” You almost screeched, thankful that the bullpen was nearly empty, save for a few interns. 

“Why do you care?” He spat back, standing up so that he was towering over your small frame. Hands gripped the small divider between your desks, knuckles were bleached white with anger. 

“Because you’re my best friend,” Tears welled up in your eyes, but you weren’t about to let them spill over. You weren’t about to let Spencer see just how weak you were. You weren’t that kind of person. 

“Well, best friend” The words fell from Spencer’s mouth, drenched in sarcasm. “Maybe you should worry more about yourself, and less about me,” Spencer spun on his heel and stomped towards the door to the hallway, shoving the glass doors with a strength you never suspected from him. The smell of alcohol mixed with anger hung stale in the air and that’s when you let yourself break.

That’s when you allowed yourself to do the one thing you hadn’t done in weeks. You cried. No, you sobbed. You sobbed because you were slowly losing your best friend and your engagement was crumbling to pieces under your fingers. And you couldn’t do a damn thing about either one. 

***

It was seventeen days after the incident in the bullpen before you were able to pull yourself from your bed and face the agency once again. You didn’t normally take any leave of any sort, but after what happened, Emily insisted you take a few days off. What started as 3 days ended up turning into 17, but you felt better. Sort of. 

“Are you sure you want to go back there?” Ben questioned as you rushed around the kitchen, making coffee and packing a lunch. “I mean, we talked about leaving Virginia after the wedding...maybe now would be a good time to start distancing yourself from the agency” He mused, taking a sip from his own mug. 

“Not right now, Benjamin!” You snapped, not entirely meaning to. Not hearing the words until they came out of your mouth and you saw him standing there, a hurt look on his face. “I-I’m I didn’t-“ A feeble attempt at an apology tried to worm its way through your lips but you eventually just settled for mumbling a quick goodbye to your companion and heading to work. 

The glass doors of the BAU gave way easily underneath your touch. Your eyes drawn to the empty desk across from yours. 

“He hasn’t been in since you’ve been gone,” JJ muttered softly, following your eyes to the vacancy. “He was pretty torn up.” 

“I’ll be back later. Maybe.” You shouldered your way out the door and down to your car. Sliding the key into the ignition, you backed out and began the trek towards the one place you always felt peace and comfort. The one place that never failed to feel like home. But now, now it was a foreign land where you felt anything but welcome.

The old oak door stood in front of you. The gold key still slid seamlessly into the lock, he hadn’t bothered to chain the door, and you slipped inside silently. Turning to lock the door behind you and setting your bag down. 

“Spence?” You whispered softly. You could see from the look of his living room he was getting worse. Empty liquor bottles littered the kitchen counter and when you opened the fridge, staring back at you was a single wrinkled tomato and a bottle of Fireball. Clothes were strewn about the small apartment, plates left in the sink, books out of place. It was as though Spencer had moved out and a complete stranger had moved in. Crumpled pieces of paper were littered across the mahogany desk in the corner, each one bearing your name and the words ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘Please forgive me’. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you turned towards the open bedroom door. The one room you had wanted to avoid. Spencer was lying underneath a single sheet, a used condom was tied off and lying on the bedside table. More empty bottles of liquor were shoved haphazardly onto the small nightstand. 

He looked small and fragile. Like if you spoke to him in anything more than a whisper, he would turn into dust. His hair was limp, it no longer held the bounce and the shine that you had come to love. Occasionally teasing Spencer and asking what kind of shampoo he used.

“Hey, why are you here? How did you get in?” A groggy voice pulled you from your thoughts and you smiled softly at Spencer as he propped himself up on his elbows, reaching for a forgotten flask under his pillow. He swilled down some of the liquid inside as you looked down at your hands. 

“I was worried. And, I have a key, remember? You said if I ever needed anything, day or night, your door was always open—figuratively.” You smiled at the memory, letting a soft chuckle slip through your lips. 

“Yeah, that was before.” Spencer growled, sitting up in bed and letting the blanket fall from his chest. 

“What is your problem with Benjamin?!” You countered, eyes wild. 

“My problem?! Where do I start?!” Spencer raised his voice to a level you’d never heard and it frightened you. “I was in love with you. I still am! And it HURTS!” 

“Y-you what?” You whispered incredulously. A hand reaching out to stroke Spencer’s arm, reflexively he pulled away and you cast your eyes down. 

“I. Love. You.” He enunciated each syllable, the words digging deeper into an already open wound. “How could I not? You’re arguably a genius, you have a PhD in Microbiology. You’re funny, and most of all, you’re kind. How could someone not fall in love with you?” Tears glistened in his eyes and you found yourself leaning forward before you could stop. 

Your lips met in a soft, chaste kiss. The bitterness of alcohol mixing with the sweet relief of Spencer. The years of pent up emotion and anger, now that was all melted away. 

“But we need to get you some help, okay Spence? Before we do any of this. We can go to a therapist, some AA meetings. I care about you and I want you to stop destroying your life.” You smiled as you pulled away from his lips. 

He nodded softly and grabbed your hand that cupped his cheek. 

“Will you come with me?” He whispered, a single tear of relief washed down his face as you nodded silently.

“Absolutely. I’ll work things out with Ben, and we can get through this. Together.” You whispered softly. 

“Just you and me against the world, eh?” Spencer laughed softly for the first time in weeks and you couldn’t help but crack a half smile at his enjoyment. 

“Always.”

[feel199x]

○o｡..:* video killed the radio star *:..｡o○

underground rapper!bangchan, radio host!reader

masterlist

a/n: babygirl nation RISE! 

The short, horrible, but undeniable fact was that you were broke. Very broke, broker than broke. And it was unusual job, sure, but people had told you had a very sultry, soothing voice. Okay, one person, but you digress. A late night radio host wasn’t a job you expected to come across while job hunting, but that’s what you had found. You had called them immediately, asking if they had already filled in the position. You gave a large, silent exhale of relief as they informed you that not many people wanted to be up all night and shuffling music for whoever was listening, and whatever unholy reason they had to be listening to the radio at that hour. You had gone into the station, ready for an interview, but instead of sitting and reviewing your lack of a resume- they gave you the job.

At first, you were happy, overjoyed. The ad posted online gave decent benefits and payed well enough to keep you steady. And if your show gained enough popularity, there would even be room for a possibility of a promotion. But as nights turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, the reason they took you in so quickly became clear. Working nights wasn’t easy, it was far, far, from the difficult level you had imagined it to be. But you still loved your job, even if it messed up your sleeping schedule a bit. It gave you time to work on the work your college classes had assigned, and when you would finish, you would take in callers.

You didn’t get that many, but enough to keep you occupied and awake until your shift was over. But one night, as the night dragged on and on, like it had the planets as chains, someone called. The most of your callers were older men, their raspy, tired voices. Sometimes you got some feminine voices, who always seemed to be sweet and understanding- just looking for someone to talk to pass the time to call you. You had even got your fair share of creeps, but that was few and far in between.

“Caller,” you said, “You’re on the air.”

“Oh,” he sounded almost surprised, “Hi.”

 First time callers were always a bit nervous, and if they got too nervous they would hang up. Even if this one conversation didn’t end well, it would set the tone for the rest of the callers. And the space between would grow farther and farther until the only thing playing was the indie music you had selected.

“Caller,” you teased, “A name would be nice.”

There was a shuffling and a muffling of the voice before you actually gotten an answer, you thought he had hung up when he finally spoke.

 “Chan,” he told you, “My name is Bangchan.”

 “Alright Chan, you sound young. What’s keeping you up this late?”

“Finals. And I’m working on a personal project.”

“Personal project? Please, do tell.”

There was a pause in the line, as if he was contemplating whether he’d like to tell the entire city about his passions.

 “My music.”

 “Music? What type? Are you popular? What’s your stage name?”

 He laughed, and you swore that your heart had skipped a beat. He explained to you that he was in a rap group called 3racha with a couple of his other buddies, and though they were underground, they were doing pretty well in their own realm. And then you talked about anything, and everything. He was in university, and finishing up his last year. But as it was almost time for your  shift to end, you heard silence in the line for a few minutes, and you assumed he had fallen asleep. You smiled to yourself. “Good morning Chan,” you whispered, and with that, you ended the phone connection.

 The following morning you had an 8 am lecture, but as you zoned out and nearly fell asleep, there was only one thing on your mind. The caller from the night before. But finally, you decided that anthropology wasn’t as important as sleep, and dozed off in the middle of class. And, for better or for worse, you hadn’t gotten caught. Mostly rested, you made your way out of the lecture hall and met up with a highschool friend, Woojin.

“Did you eat?” he asked, “Please tell me you ate.”

“Good morning to you too.”

“You didn’t answer my question, egghead.”

“Does three cans of redbull count?”

Woojin gave you a glare and exasperated sigh as he rubbed his temples. He pulled a bakery bag from inside his backpack and threw it at you.

“You would be dead in a ditch without me. You need to quit your job.”

You feigned offense, clutching your shirt as if you had been shot.

“Woojin,” you said in a shaky half whisper, “that hurt. I don’t think I’ll recover this time.”

He gave an annoyed scoff as he started walking without you.

“Hey!” you ran after him, “Stop! Woojin, wait! Why are you running?”

He slowed his pace after you had followed him into the courtyard. You took a deep breath of fresh air in an attempt to stop your heavy breathing. You hadn’t majored in athletics for a reason. “Why are we in the courtyard?”

“I don’t know.”

You shot him a look and he shrugged. You looked around and it looked like they were setting up for a performance. A group of people beginning to gather around the small black stage. You looked around for any fliers or banners to give you a hint as to who performing, but there wasn’t any. You clutched the breakfast food Woojin had given you. You raised an eyebrow to Woojin and he shrugged again, you were about to leave when three boys stepped on the stage, until you heard a familiar voice.

“My name is CB97..”

People were beginning to crowd around the stage, the college students eager for a distraction between their classes. You couldn’t see the boys anymore, and you knew better than to force your way through a crowd of tired and restless college students, more than likely on a sugar rush due to the energy drinks consumed.

“Woojin, you have to put me up on your shoulders.”

 He gave you a face of bewilderment and disgust. “Why?” he asked, even though he knew he couldn’t fight you once you made up your mind, “Please don’t make me.” Even with his begging, he crouched down for you to get on his shoulders. “Hurry up,” he said, “Before I regret it.”

“And we are 3racha..”

 It was him, the one in the center. It couldn’t be anyone else. You watched as they performed a few songs, completely entranced with the flow and sharpness of their words. But as the performance ended, you started to panic. You didn’t know whether you should approach him after his performance, or if it would be weird and crossing some professional line. But before you could decide anything, Woojin was pulling you away.

“Lunch is on you,” he grumbled, “And we’re eating fried chicken.”

 And so you did, but as Woojin happily ate, your mind was somewhere else. You stared at your food, mindlessly playing with it as lunch time came and went. What if that was the last time you’d ever seen him? And what if he never called the station back? All these thoughts and more flooded your mind.

 Woojin sighed loudly and you quickly looked up at him, turning your thoughts away from the rapper. “What is it?” he asked, “What mess did you get yourself into now? Is it a boy, dear god, please let it be anything but a boy.” You threw your fork at him. “It is,” you said very matter-of-factly, “It is a boy.” His expression softened slightly as you explained the situation.

“Just wait until he calls back and tell him.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“He will.”

 Woojin was always sure of everything, even when you were younger. It was reassuring most of the time, but sometimes it sparked some jealousy in the pits of your stomach. You wished you could be sure of things too. But soon enough, night came, and you were at your shift. You waited eagerly for Chan’s call, so much so that your pulse hurt from the nervousness and adrenaline.

He didn’t call that night.

 But he did the next night, and every night after that for two months. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that you saw him until you had downed six cans of redbull to finish a project that made up most of your final grade.

“I saw you.”

��You saw me? When?”

“You performed at my university. I was sitting on my friends shoulders?”

There was a pause in the line, and you could feel yourself panicking.

“You should’ve talked to me after the show.”

You groaned loudly, letting your head drop into your hands.

“I thought you might’ve filed a complaint with the station.”

 There was a loud burst of laughter on the line and the tension in your soul eased. You were almost finished with your paper, and now it felt like a weird burden and sense of guilt was lifted off of your shoulders.

“I wouldn’t do that. I’ve been listening to your show for a while now, even before I had called.”

 You were surprised to say the very least, and suddenly very embarrassed about the things you had mentioned on the air.

“You should come to my next show tomorrow. It’s in the young wings bar. At six.”

“It’s a date.”

 You were glad that this was a radio show, otherwise people would’ve been able to see your flushed face from the comment you had just made. You made a vow never to drink more than four redbulls in a row.

“It’s a date.”

 You were glad he decided to end the call there, because otherwise, you would’ve definitely messed that situation up. You did a happy little dance in your chair, rolling around the room as you started to play music again.

 You couldn’t wait to meet Chan again, but this time, more formally. The excitement was so good, that you hadn’t even drank redbull the entire day. You were bouncing off the walls, and Woojin was severely annoyed, but luckily more happy for you.

 “You’re like a kangaroo,” he said, “If you greet him with the way you look right now, he’d probably call animal control.” You softly punched him. “I’m just excited,” you said, “Like you with your singing career.” He nodded as the both of you approached the bar. You were a bit nervous, although you have heard about the bar- it was definitely hard to find, because when Chan had said he was an underground rapper, you didn’t know he meant literally underground. You sat at a table, closest to the stage. Soon, the bar began to crawl with people. It was beginning to crowd as people opted to stand when there weren’t anymore seats to be available. The rap group walked on the stage, and as soon as he recognized you he waved, a big smile spreading across his face.

“Hello babygirl.”

 You made an ‘O’ face, trying to avoid people’s curious gazes. Even Woojin was surprised, giving you a raised eyebrow to question your life decisions. But Chan himself quickly moved on, introducing his group. And the performance was nothing but exceptional, you had always admired musicians, but listening to Chan. You could feel the passion he felt, you heard it in his voice and how he gave everything he was- blood, sweat, and tears, into the performance. However, before you anticipated, it was over. You rubbed your hands, as you waited for the bar to clear out. Chan and his group was popular, as they deserved to be, but as time stretched between the end of the performance and the people that almost refused to leave, you grew anxious.

“Woojin,” you said quickly, “What if he doesn’t like me?”

“He’s called your show literally every day for like, two months.”

 Woojin gave you a push into the group of people that were talking to Chan, and they took your sudden burst into the conversation as their cue to leave. He bid you a goodbye, and motioned for you to call him if anything happened.

“Hey.”

“Hi there.”

“Babygirl? Really?”

He smiled cheekily. “Do you want me to say it again?”

“I very much do not.”

You followed Chan as he lead you backstage and into an alley, it was a relief to feel the cool air against your skin compared to the heat that built up inside the bar. The two of you sat against the brick wall and chatted.

“Can I,” he said suddenly, “Can I kiss you.”

Your eyes widened, and before you could say anything-

“Yeah you’re right, I’m so-”

“Oh, shut up.”

You cupped his face, and stared him right in the eye. “Do it,” you urged, “I dare you.” and he did, and it was the best goddamned kiss of your life. It was soft, gentle, and he smiled into the kiss.

“Please don’t talk about this on your show, babygirl.”

[lubdubsworld]

Amor Vincit Omnia ( Yoongi/OC

Chapter 13

"If we're doing this, I want to do it right." I told Yoongi as he dressed for work the next morning. He didn't say anything and I continued doggedly.

"I've asked, Seokjin and Hoseok and Jung Kook to send me the bills for all you've spent on the studio for me. I want to pay you back for it, including the building itself." I said softly.

His fingers paused from where they were carefully knotting his tie. He stood in front of the mirror, white shirt pressed to perfection and hair styled neatly. His perfectly tailored slacks and pristine jacket made him look every bit the rich young man, successful, smart and entirely self-sufficient. I suddenly felt foolish for even considering that someone like him could need  someone like me.

"Whatever you want." He said shortly.

I bit my lips in genuine distress. When I made to move away , he turned fully, and gave me an arresting look that made me freeze in my place.

"My offer still stands. You don’t have to leave me at all. think about it, my wife, my lover. I’ll treat you like a queen. Aren’t you even a little bit tempted?  Don't be foolish, Ji Soo..." He said calmly.

I swallowed. 

"I don't think you want this either..."

"what makes you think i don't want this? Let me guess, you can read minds now?" He turned around and glared furiously at me.

And then his gaze softened and he let out a breathy groan. 

“i want you so fucking much, I ache. Fuck, the things I want to do to you...” 

I didn't reply. Staring resolutely at the floor. 

"But, don't flatter yourself. I'm not pathetic enough to pine after you just because you make me want to do unholy things to that perfect little body of yours.  And just because you don't have the sense to see a good thing and hold on to it, i’m not going to compromise on my beliefs.  I could have given you the world. It's not my fault you threw it away in search of something that isn't even real." He said bitterly.

 There was something in his gaze that spoke of hurt and I didn't know if I was being delusional. Maybe I was just beginning to see things . Things that I wanted to see. And right now I wanted to see him hurt for losing me.

"I don't want the world. I wanted you..." I said, genuinely distressed and he scoffed.

"Please spare me the melodrama. if you wanted me you wouldn't be walking out of my life. This ....whatever it was between us... it's over now. You said it yourself. So fine. If you're going through with the divorce ,  just keep in mind that it was you who walked away. "

He stalked out of the room and slammed the door on his way out.

And that was that.

~~~~~

Later that morning when I'd left the house I'd found the small frame with the rice that I'd had inscribed at the Charity event. I'd never got a chance to give it to him. I'd felt doubly guilty at the thought of taking it away with me  and I'd ended up leaving the thing on the kitchen counter. Yoongi could throw it away if he wanted. The phrase For better or worse had made me feel like a horrible person. I didn't want to feel that way ever again.

It was time to cut my losses and move on.

For real.

I spent the rest of the day , cleaning out the spare room in the studio , while Mi Rae, one of the instructors helped with the kids. I'd mostly stored some extra supplies in the room which wasn't precisely small but wasn't outrageously big either.

I talked to Jimin about partitioning off a part of the room into a kitchen of sorts.

Jimin promised to talk to Jung kook and once he drew up the plans , maybe we could do something.

Jimin then stared at me rather forlornly.                          

“Do you really have to go through with the divorce . Is this about hyung being a bit aloof? He may seem that way but he really cares for you…” Jimin said hesitantly. For some reason, the usual chirpiness in his tone was down. I hoped it wasn't because of me.

I bit my lips in genuine misery.

And then much to my embarrassment my jumbled, messy thoughts just fell out of me before I could stop myself.

“I… I don’t want to leave him. It kills me to leave him. But I… I feel very lonely . We don’t talk and I know he’s not a very talkative person to begin with . But then…He disappears for days on end. I don’t even have his number. I’ve never called him on his cellphone and he’s never told me where he’s going one when he’s coming back. Anytime I try to get a bit closer to him, he… withdraws and tells me I shouldn’t bother myself with what he does.

“Last week, he disappeared for three days and there was something on the news about some clash between BTS and EXO. I was so sure he was hurt or worse. I called all of you but no one knew where he was…. I didn’t eat or sleep for 48hours and when he came back home the first thing he said was, ‘ Why’d you keep bothering my friends about me. If I was dead you’d be the first to know.’ .”

I laughed bitterly and Jimin looked a little ashamed at that.

“It’s been four months since we got married. Trust me, I’ve never once demanded something he couldn’t offer. Just…Just a few words at the end of the day, so I feel less like a burden to him… Instead everytime he pushed me away, I could only remember him begging me to not marry him. To leave him alone.”

I shook my head as jimin made to move closer and I realized I was crying a bit. I held my hand

“When I was young….i had this image inside my head…on how my husband would treat me you know. My father….” I stopped . Swallowed nervously. I hadn’t thought of my father for a long time. “ My father had been… abusive. Violent. He was always telling me all the things I had that I didn’t deserve. He would buy me the most expensive gowns, the most exclusive jewelry, the rarest gemstones. And then…. And then he would drag me around and hit me, asking me what I’d ever done to deserve. I would have preferred not having anything . “ I laughed shaking my head.

“When Yoongi came into my life and for the first time… someone was protecting me. Not attacking me. Someone actually cared whether I was hurt or not. It seemed… It seemed like it was worth more than any expensive thing I’d ever owned. And all I could see inside my head was my father, yelling at me…hitting me… asking me what I’d done to deserve the handsome husband who actually gave a damn about what happened to me…. I wanted…wanted to deserve him. I wanted to pay him back for all the wonderful things he’d done for me. But what did I have? He had everything and all I had was what I’d been taught. To keep house, to cook for him and to fold napkins into origami when I served dinner ……”

“I did those things for him because every time I stayed up through the night while he was hurting , or cooked his favorite meal , it felt like I was repaying something….”

“And then he told me that…he told me that I shouldn’t cook for him anymore…” I choked out.

“It’s so stupid. I mean it’s just food. But to hear him say that… to hear him say that the things I’d done for him…the things that pretty much defined my existence…to hear him say they didn’t really matter to him. That it wouldn’t make a difference whether I did them or not….It broke my heart, Jimin.”

I stared at him and he looked a little green.

“I’m…I’m…I don’t know what to say…” He finished bleakly and I wiped away my face, aware that I probably looked like a mess.

“I don’t like myself right now. This girl I’ve become, I don’t recognize her. Yoongi makes me want things I don’t … things I’ve never wanted before. He makes me lose sleep over things that probably aren’t even real. He makes me crave things that probably don’t even exist. And I can’t… I can’t live like that. Not when he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want that from me.

“Maybe there’s no true love . Maybe I’ll never meet a guy who will … love me the way I love Yoongi. But I’d rather just be alone. Hoping. Because it hurts me so bad, you know dreaming it could happen, then to have it thrown in my face everytime I try to get near him, that It won’t happen. That it will never happen.” I said with a shake of my head.

“Yoongi is an idiot.” Jimin said finally and I smiled bitterly.

“No. He’s the smartest guy I know. He knows there’s no use in searching for something that isn’t…quantifiable. That has no value. He’s a businessman. He calculates probabilities and chances . The pros and cons of staying married to me. The negative press and all the stocks and shares that will fall when his divorce becomes public. And he arrives at the conclusion that it would be less bothersome to let me stick around. And honestly I envy him for it. I wish I were like that If I were like that too, I’d probably be back in his bed tonight. “ I shook my head.

“But I can’t think like that. I can’t. I’m not the CEO of the biggest conglomerate in South Asia and I can’t think of Yoongi as yet another business decision. He’s the guy I’ve fallen in love with and that’s why… that’s why I can’t be with him. Not when he doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Do you want me to talk to him….”

“No. No. Please. I just. I want to move on. Please help me move on.” I said desperately and he nodded.

“I’ll talk to the lawyers so we can speed this up."

~~~~~~~~~~

"That's quite a lot of money. Are you sure you want to put all of it down? I mean, you know you don't have to pay him back all at once. Maybe you could just pay him rent or something. The documents are in your name after all." Seokjin said, eyes wide as i signed off the cheque. The entire day had been a bit hectic. Jimin had taken me to the bank so i could open an checking account and then I'd gone back to the penthouse to pack all my clothes. There were a bunch of clothes that I hadn't even worn all that much, branded items more expensive than they ought to be. I'd sold all of them and set the money aside to buy some furniture for the studio.

My jewelry was all in a box and I planned to have it sold off as soon as possible It should cover almost all of the cost of the building. For the rest, I'd already drawn up a number of classes for adults as well. I should be able to pay it all of in a few months at the most. I signed off on the deposit for all the equipment we'd got for the studio as well and sighed in defeat when i realized that i still had to go to the furniture shop, stock up on groceries and hopefully manage to catch at least a few hours of sleep before getting up for classes.

"Can you help me out with the bed ? I looked up this moving van that can help me transport the thing after we pick it up but ... I just It's already quite late and I don't know if I'd be comfortable with strangers in the studio that late." I said nervously and Sekjin looked genuinely apologetic.

"i'm so sorry, Ji Soo. I really need to visit my grandparents at the hospital tonight. But I'll head there now. Why don't you give me a text when you're done . I'll come over to pick you up.?" He said with a bright smile.

i nodded and he dropped me off at the store.

Once I entered the furniture show room , I realized I was utterly lost. There were just so many different types of bed and I found some of them mind boggling expensive.

"Hello, can I help you?" A familiar voice said behind me and I turned in surprise.

"Young Jae?" I said, shocked and his eyes lit up in delighted shock.

"Ji Soo ssi? Shopping alone? Isn't Min Yoongi here?" He looked surprised. I bowed in genuine happiness.

"No..I.. I'm getting a divorce." I blurted out without thinking and his eyes went wide .

"Oh..oh, I'm so sorry... Are you alright? " He whispered looking around . I nodded quickly. I told him I was fine and then he helped me pick out a nice bed, not too expensive and with a polished finish. He also told me the showroom did deliveries so he would drop the bed off at the studio with me. Relieved, I quickly shot Seokjin a message saying I'd be fine by myself.

We stopped on the way to the grocery shop and I quickly bought some basic stuff to whip up a simple meal .

Once the bed was fit down and the mattress was installed I quickly put on the bed covers and the pillows that I'd gotten as a complimentary gift. Young Jae helped me out, crawling to the corners and tucking the edges in . When the bed was fully done he sank to his knees near the foot of it , looking exhausted. He was dressed in torn jeans and a fitted black t-shirt.

"You're sweating like you ran a triathlon..." I laughed. He gave me a look of long suffering.

"I had four classes today and a 3. Am shift at the bar. I'm running on three granola bars and five hours of sleep. " He said piteously. Having no clue what college was like I just stared at him and then smiled.

"Would you like me to make dinner for you? For helping me out?" I said impulsively. There was just something about him looking so defeated.

"I wish I could. But i need to get back to the store. i get paid by the hour and I'm a few weeks behind on my rent." He stood up and stretched.  

I smiled and then the bell to the studio rang. i glanced at the watch , it was almost ten in the night. Who was here at this time?

I moved to the front office , Young Jae at my heels and then went still.

My husband stood against the wall, hands in his pockets looking for lack of a better word, concerned. He pushed away from the wall when he saw me and his eyes automatically slipped to Young Jae.

"Aren't you the guy from the bar? What the fuck are you doing here?" He said bluntly and Young Jae looked taken aback.

Meanwhile i wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

"Why ..Why are you here?" I said nervously and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Seokjin told me you were worried about going home alone. Did you get your furniture, in?" He didn't look at me at all, eyes fixed unblinkingly on Young Jae, who began to shift nervously .

"I.. I was delivering the bed. I work at the furniture showroom." He said finally, unnerved by the stare no doubt.

"Are you done?" Yoongi said casually.

Young Jae nodded.

"then why are you still here?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow and really what was it about this man that made the slightest gestures seem so terrifyingly threatening. Young Jae gave me a quick smile and left very fast.

There was a ringing silence after he left.

Yoongi stared at me for a few seconds.

"Didn't know you had the guy on speed-dial." He commented mildly. Then he turned around, ready to leave.

"I don't... he worked at the furniture showroom." I said defensively before remembering that I really didn't have to defend myself, did I?

"Whatever. If you've got guys, left right and center fixing your bed for you ,you should have  at least had the decency to tell Seokjin you're okay.Did you think we don't have anything better to do than run around playing knight to your damsel-in-distress??"

I stared at him in disbelief.

"You didn't have to come...You..."

"And answer to the press if you got killed ? Just because you walked out on our marriage doesn't mean I'm going to walk out on my responsibilities. And one of those is making sure you're still breathing and in one piece, at the end of the day." He gave me a glare.

I sighed .

"Okay. I get your point. Good night." I said stiltedly.

He didn't reply and just walked out , but once he opened the door he turned.

"I'll pick you up at twelve tomorrow for lunch. We need to finish signing the divorce papers and make a press statement as well. You needn't worry about reporters or anything. I've told them we'll offer a joint interview in exchange for them not bothering you again." He said calmly.

I suddenly felt the exact same way I'd felt being married to him.

Useless.

Without thinking i reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Wait!!" I shouted.

He stopped, glancing down at where my hands circled his, and I let go quickly face flaming.

"I...there's something I wanted to give you..." I said . He frowned and then craned his neck over my shoulder glancing at the bedroom.

"In there?" He pointed .

My brain went into standby and I opened and closed my mouth several times.

"Uh... What?" I blurted out.

His lips quirked a bit.

"Is whatever you're going to give me in there...? in your office?" He said and I realized he'd been looking at the office and not the bedroom. What was wrong with me really?

"Oh. Yes. Hold on. " I quickly ran into the office and pulled the envelope I'd left in the draw. I thrust it into his palm and he gave me a questioning class.

"This covers the cost of the studio and most of the supplies. I'll.. pay you back the rest when i can." I said .

He nodded and carefully slipped it into the pocket of his blazer.  

"Don't be late tomorrow." He said curtly and stalked out without a backward glance.

~~~~~~~~

It's very easy, getting a divorce and cutting someone out of your life, when you're filthy rich. There's little to no waiting.

We signed the papers quickly and considering all the drama we'd gone through the end was strangely anti climactic. Most of the details had been worked out in the pre-nup and I'd already refused to accept any of the money or shares I'd been offered. To his credit, Yoongi did not press.

"You can exchange your wedding rings if you want." The lawyer said bored. I slipped the wedding ring off my hand easily. It had his initials inscribed . MYG.

I glanced at his hand , a little upset when I found he wasn't wearing it.

He must've read my face because he smiled eerily.

"Mianhe jagiya. I thought it would be more fitting to wear it closer to my heart, you know...." His voice practically dripped with sarcasm.

He unbuttoned his shirt, the first three buttons revealing pale smooth skin and I swallowed when he lightly pulled out a sterling silver chain, the ring and something else looped through it. He unfastened the chain behind his neck and pulled the ring off and I noticed the other pendant. It was the little case with the inscribed grain of rice.

why on earth is he wearing that around his neck....

My heart began pounding steadily against my rib cage. But I looked away and grabbed the ring with my name on it.

"I hope you don't sell that too. Just because your bruised pride wants to pay me back. it’s still our wedding ring and no matter how much you hate it, we were married!! " He said sharply and I flushed.

"I wasn't planning to." I said , offended. He looked unimpressed.

"Well, that's that then. "

We ended up doing the interview immediately afterwards. I pretty much stayed quiet while Min Yoongi fed them with some nonsense about us parting as friends and that I would continue to be a good friend and that we'd only split to concentrate on our respective careers. He sounded so convincing that by the end of the interview , even I believed that we'd had a rosy marriage and an even rosier break up.

Once he dropped me off , he hesitated a bit. and I watched him drive away, feeling none of the relief I'd thought the divorce would bring. instead there was an odd sort of heaviness. The kind that comes when you know exactly what you want and exactly why you'll never have it.

"So, i guess this is it then." I said awkwardly as he helped me out of the car.

He nodded and then to my surprise, he bent down and lightly kissed my cheeks.

"i’m sorry things had to be this way. Don't do anything stupid. Take care of yourself. " He said gruffly before turning around and walking back to the car.

That was it.

I spent the rest of the day moping around the studio, trying not to think about him wearing that inscription around his neck. When I settled for the night , i went through the day's class records and noticed a blinking message in my mailbox.

Curious, i opened it and read through the mail .

Dear , Ms. Ji Soo. We were pleased to receive your contribution for our NGO...

I blinked trying to remember if I'd done anything of the sort when my eyes fell on the amount.

The exact same amount I'd given Yoongi the previous day.

He'd given it to charity. In my name.

Hands trembling I looked up the NGO and my entire body went limp with disbelief. Children who were victims of Domestic Abuse.

I couldn't help it. I burst out into tears.

"Damn you, Min Yoongi why do you make it so hard for me to hate you. Damn you. Damn you to hell and back. "

I curled myself into a ball on the bed that was both too big and too cold and way too lonely for just one person. I was supposed to feel better after getting a divorce not worse.  What on earth was I doing wrong?

And then I realized with a sudden crippling jolt that I'd been foolish to think things would get better after the divorce.

I had the  maddening epiphany that it hadn't been the marriage at all that had ruined me .

It wasn't the marriage that had made it impossible to exist without crumbling from the inside out.

It was Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi with his gorgeous face and his sexy intelligence and his seductive way of turning up right when I needed him. Min Yoongi with his compliments that sounded like insults and his touches that were both too much and not enough.

And unless I could go back in time and actually listen  to him and refuse to marry him, I wasn't going to stop hurting.

Ever.

[jujubieberbae]

HOW MUCH LONGER Pt 2 - MCCANN

Part 1    Part 3

“Y/N!” groaning in frustration, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder why everyone seemed to distract me while I was working. “Y/N!” The voice echoed once again.

Slowly, I picked my arms up to swipe under my reading glasses lens and wipe the sleep from under my eyes, hoping I at least looked somewhat descent in what I wearing, having only woken up an hour ago, only to start on paperwork that needed to be completed. I no doubt looked like a living, breathing zombie.

“Yes?” I mumbled, giving that as a cue to whoever was at the door permission to enter, it creaked open slightly revealing the blonde girl I knew to well.

“Yes Gigi? What is it?” I groped, returning my eyes to the paperwork at hand.

“There’s someone here to see you.” She squeaked, obviously intimidated by me.

Good.

My eyebrows furrowed at her sentence, eyes quickly wandering over to my date diary beside me to check I hadn’t overlooked a meeting with anyone for day, returning empty handed and confused.

“I don’t have any meetings or deals scheduled for today. Tell whoever it is to either schedule something for a different day or get the fuck off my turf unless there prepared to meet the saviour.”

Gigi shook her head, fear in her eyes for objected against my wishes. “But you don’t understand. He insists he sees you now.”

“He?” I questioned. “Tell him I’ll rip his balls off and make him eat it if he insists he’ll see me now. I don’t talk unless it’s implanted in my book. Now if you’ll excuse me.” I concluded, gesturing down to the mountainous pile of paper.

“But y/n-” she continued, voice shaky.

“Enough Gigi!” I snapped. “I said I’m not speaking to this guy and that’s final, now if you want to keep objecting my orders then I’ll gladly warm my gun up right here, right now. Don’t push me!”

The room feel silent, Gigi trembling with nervous anxiety which was off considering I was pretty close to her, and she was rather comfortable around me most of the time.

But it wasn’t long before a third, unexpected voice had snuck its was into the conversation. The raspiness and flatness to it drawing shivers through my body, too familiar to feel any such foreignness. “Oh c'mon Y/N, loosen up a little bit. This is your friend your talking to right here, not me. No need for the vividly fücked up threats.”

My eyes rolled back in annoyance but also slightly in pleasure after hearing my name roll so smoothly off his tongue, remembering a time when instead of simply just saying it, he rather lustfully moaned it, spitting it with an edge-y warning as if saying ‘do that again and I’ll fuck you senseless. ’

And boy did he live up to those words. God I loved those days.

But instead, here I was, only visualising my unholy thoughts in my own head. Even that being off limits as to now that he was in a relationship with someone else.

“Funny hearing that from the man that kills people for a living.” The words ran off my tongue, dripping with hatred. Hatred that just didn’t exist.

“Not that your any better.” He replied smugly, placing - or rather, throwing himself in the black leather one seater placed neatly in front of my desk.

“Your not welcome here at the moment. What are you doing here?” I asked, running a few of my slender fingers across my mess of hair. His eyes followed my hands, trailing all the way past my eyes then to my slight cleavage which had fallen due to my loose pyjama top.

My eyes rolled in acknowledgement, a scoff escaping my lips “My eyes aren’t on my breasts.” I stated. A smirk set across his face, no shame evident on his features as his eyes finally trailed back to mine. Fire burning through his honey orbs at the recognition that he had just been caught in the wrong.

But to people like us, wrong was always right.

Frustration fumed behind my exterior, my annoyingly sexy ex welcoming himself in my gang house only to make himself comfortable in my office while checking me out. I mean, not that I minded the last thing, but still. “What the fuck do you want McCann?” But nonetheless, I still had to hide the wave of hurt my heart produced every time his name was mentioned or his face was seen.

“Oh yeah.” He smiled, eyes lighting up in mischief, giving off the impression that I obviously wasn’t going to be thrilled with his reason of being here. “Well, some little fucker from my gang gave away the location of our hideout on his run last night and now some guys are tracking us. It’s not safe in our house anymore so I decided that maybe you would like to help me out with a little favour. I need a place to lay low in until the drama dies off - mind if I get a little cozy here for a while?” He battered his eyelashes in a mocking manner.

Was he serious?! First it just rolls in without scheduling anything and now he wants to practically move his hole gang into my gang house?! By allowing him access, I’m putting my gang in danger, and I need all the liability I can get.

“McCann, your putting my gang in danger by asking this.” I stated, only earning an eye roll from the fucker.

“But my gang is in danger here, so I gotta do what I can to protect 'em.”

Jason’s always been the one to show that he dosent really care about what happens, and that everything is about him and mainly him but deep down, he does care for the general safety of his gang, and I respected that.

“Your asking for a lot here, Jason.” I sighed.

His face softened, obviously beginning to get sick of being cocky around me, knowing well that he can open up with me, no matter what our past lead to.

“You don’t think I know that.” Disparity was written all over his face. “And you know that I wouldn’t want to do anything to put you in danger.”

Funny, he was the one holding a gun to my head the other day.

“But I really need a place to stay. And no matter what happened in our past, your the only one I trust enough to help me in a situation like this. Please y/n. Please.”

My eyes widened, the memories of that night flowing back into my head at his words. Jason McCann does not beg. He never does, but this is the second time I’ve had the pleasure of hearing his pleas, and probably the only person to ever hear it. But him begging only lead me to my regrets, the day I walked away after he stood, pleading for me to stay.

The last time i turned my back on his desperateness I was left with a broken heart and regrets of ever leaving, because now I had to watch him walk around with a side hoe, while I willow away in a corner begging for his attention. I just couldn’t bring myself to decline his pleads, not this time. Not after what happened the last.

My tough face fell, finally giving into his puppy eyes. “Alright… Alright fine. I want your gang in here by Monday latest. I don’t have enough rooms for everyone so your members are probably gonna have to share with some of mine or sleep on the couch.”

Jason smiled, more a smirk then anything as he showed a victorious expression, also followed with a hint of greatfulness, but I knew he wouldn’t admit that. His head was too big for himself to admit something such as greatfulness.

“That’s fine. It’ll only be for a few weeks anyways.”

I nodded solemnly, before the room around us fell silent. Just the both of us avoiding eye contact. This is what it was supposed to feel like between us, like every other ex couple. Awkward, heavy, tense. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

I wished it was like the old days. Happy, strong, lustful. Being able to turn each other on with an action as simple as running a hand through our hair.

But finally, Jason stood up, the tension slowly falling as he fell closer and closer to the door. “Alright, well. I better go get everything ready. See ya soon L/N.”

He sent a mocking wink in my direction before the door swung open, his figure disappearing through it as it slowly closed behind him.

I sighed. If only he knew what he could do to me. I could already tell i was more then likely going to regret this.

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