#i’m literally the clumsiest person i know of

[emmafallsinlove]

every now and then i want to make friendship bracelets but i’m the most clumsy person i know and everytime i tried to make bracelets somehow i spilled all of the beads on the floor or opened the box in the opposite side. nonetheless instead of making bracelets i had to sit and pick shit up.

[sunshinesteviee]

🌹Can I request a blurb from list 4 number 13 "meeting as the best friends/wingmen/chaperones of their two friends who want to go out together, but not alone" with Steve please? 💗

okay this took me forever, but. i think i really like it, and i hope you do, too! lots of steve and robin being besties, and steve making a fool of himself on a date. 1.4k

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“Steve, please. I never ask for anything, and I really like Lori. Please please please,” Robin begged Steve, eyes wide as she clasped her hands together. 

Letting out an unamused laugh in the form of a huff, Steve continued to sort the tapes on the shelves, ignoring Robin’s pleading look. He repeated her words with a shake of his head, “You ‘never ask for anything,’ my ass. Robs, you begged me to take an extra shift today so you wouldn’t be alone with Keith.”

“You didn’t have to say yes!” 

“Robin.”  

“Okay, okay,” she conceded, holding her hands up in surrender, though she did continue to give him her best pout, “I’m sorry, really. But please. I won’t ask again.” 

Steve had a hard time saying no to Robin, especially when it came to her love life, but he couldn’t exactly say he was thrilled. He’d gone on a few double dates with Robin and her crush — paired with girls he didn’t know — and it was usually painfully awkward. They clearly didn’t want to be there, and Steve didn’t want to, either, leading to unbearable silence as Steve watched Robin attempt to flirt with whatever girl she was interested in at the time. Still, he knew she would do the same for him if he asked. 

“Alright, fine, but this is the last time, I swear to god,” he grumbled, trying to hide his smile as Robin threw her arms around his neck and thanked him profusely. 

—

“Can you at least try to look like you don’t hate your life?” Robin hissed under her breath, shoving her elbow into Steve’s side as they waited outside of the roller rink for their dates to arrive. 

“Sorry,” Steve rolled his eyes, but did attempt to not look so bored as he leaned back against the wall and glanced at Robin, “I’m just… nervous.”

Robin laughed a little, scoffing, “You? Nervous?”

“You know I’m not a fan of blind dates!”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Robin softened, leaning into Steve’s side and giving him an appreciative smile, “Thanks for coming with me. Lori said her friend is super nice. And super pretty. Totally your type. If that helps at all.”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve nodded, bumping his shoulder into hers gently. It was silent for a moment before Steve added, the hint of a teasing smile on his lips, “Did you choose this date on purpose? Roller skating? You’re the clumsiest person I know, you’ll have to hold her hand the entire time.”

“It wasn’t my idea. But either way, maybe that’s the point, dingus. Maybe if you’re lucky, y/n will hold your hand, too.” 

—

Though Steve hadn’t exactly been looking forward to it, the date was going much better than he’d anticipated. You were totally Steve’s type — so pretty, and super funny and kind. Unlike other blind dates he’d gone on, it wasn’t awkward at all. You were easy to talk to, and even better, you had no problem poking fun at Robin and Lori with him. They’d left their milkshakes at the table, venturing off to the rink, leaving the two of you behind, sipping on the rest of your own shakes. 

Steve laughed behind his hand as he watched Robin attempt to stand from the bench she’d been sitting on to put her skates on. She nearly fell over immediately, sending her arms flying for Lori’s help. Shaking his head, Steve grinned over at you and shook his head, “Robin is literally the most uncoordinated person I know. This is gonna be interesting.” 

“Oh god,” you giggled, eyes going wide as you glanced over at your friend and her date, “Lori isn’t much better. When she told me we were coming here, I thought she was joking.” 

“Shit,” Steve laughed, “maybe Robin just wanted me to be her ride to the ER.”

“I guess we’re just the babysitters.”

He huffed, though there was no real malice in his voice, and rolled his eyes, “I’m always the goddamn babysitter.”

“Well, babysitters can still have fun,” you gave Steve a shy smile, playing with the straw in your shake before glancing back up at him, “Do you wanna skate with me?”

Steve’s heart flipped in his chest, butterflies fluttering wildly as he nodded, maybe a bit too quickly, “Yeah, of course. I’d love to.” 

“Okay, but no promises I’ll be any good at it,” you laughed as you started to slide out of your side of the booth, leaving Steve to scramble after you as you made your way to rent some skates for the evening. 

“You can’t be any worse than Robin or Lori, from the looks of it,” Steve snorted, glancing over at the couple who were both clinging to the wall around the outside of the rink, “Besides, I’ve got you.” 

After paying the fee for both of your skates — to which you tried to deny, but Steve had insisted — Steve found a spot to put on your skates. He plopped down on the bench, scooting over to make room for you as he untied his shoes. You sat down next to him, your shoulder bumping into his, causing you to stammer an apology, feeling like your face was on fire. 

When Steve looked up from his skates, your breath caught in your throat from how close he was. If you wanted, you could’ve counted each of his eyelashes or memorized every single one of his moles. He gave you a gentle smile (one that he hoped didn’t betray his own nervousness) and shook his head, “’S okay. Are ya ready?” 

It took a moment for you to come to your senses, and your face filled with warmth as you watched Steve stand up, holding his hand out to you. Nodding quickly, you took Steve’s hands and let him help you onto your feet, which caused you to roll forward, nearly bumping into his chest. You both stumbled a bit, causing nervous giggles to erupt between the two of you. 

Though Steve was certainly not the most experienced skater on the planet, he started moving back towards the rink, still holding your hand in his. For as much as you’d been making fun of your friend, you weren’t exactly the best skater either, and you followed him clumsily, giggling, “Showing off, Steve?” 

Steve laughed, a shy, quiet sound as his face colored with a noticeable bright red, even under the dim lighting, “I wasn’t trying to, but if I’m impressing you… yes.” 

“It’s definitely worki-“ you stopped mid-sentence as you nearly lost your balance after following Steve onto the rink. Your free hand flew out, landing on Steve’s bicep to regain your balance. 

His warm hand grasped yours quickly, and you could see that he was clearly trying not to laugh as he pressed his lips together and asked, “You okay?” 

“Oh yeah, never better,” you replied, reluctantly removing your hand from his arm, though you kept your hand in his, “I wanna see what other cool moves you have.” 

“Oh, you’ll see ‘em, babe,” he grinned, quickly turning around to face forward again, only to spin himself too hard and land on his ass, nearly pulling you down with him. 

You were sure you’d never laughed harder in your life as you bent at your waist in an attempt to catch your breath, “Was that one of them?” 

If you thought Steve had been blushing earlier, his face was now deep red with embarrassment. He let out a groan, hands covering his face, “Fuck, I’m never going to live this down.” 

“Probably not.” 

After another fit of laughter that Steve eventually joined in on, you held both of your hands out to help Steve up. The two of you struggled for a few moments; an awkward dance of trying to help Steve onto his feet while simultaneously trying to stay on your own. You almost toppled onto him at least twice and when he finally stood up, Steve huffed, “Okay, next time, we’re doing something that is a lot less dangerous. And embarrassing.” 

“Next time?” you asked hopefully as your hand slipped into his, fingers slotting between the spaces of his perfectly. 

“Yeah, next time,” Steve nodded, one side of his mouth quirking up into a small smile, “If you want.” 

You nodded quickly, eyes shining, “I’d love that.” 

“Then it’s a date.” 

yes, you held hands the entire time. and if the whole thing had actually been an elaborate plan by robin to get the two of you together, she wasn't going to say anything.

[starsofang]

you deserve hell fire for this chapter. my emotions are everywhere. do you get off on pain? do you hate me? do you hate your other readers? do you hate the 141? do you hate dove? DO YOU HATE HAPPINESS???

The description of Graves is absolutely and utterly fucking disgusting and I feel like puking reading about it so thank you for that angie 😐 how dare you let him put his hands on dove????? HE GRABBED AND AND PUSHED HER TO THE GROUND. “She’s getting kicked down repeatedly.” - You in my Dm’s 2 days ago. I DIDNT KNOW YOU MEANT LITERALLY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHAT IS WDONG WITH YOU😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 He put his nasty foot on her which okay first off, he needs to kill himself in the most violent way possible.

Im going to off on a nursing rant here because whenever I see injured mentioned in fanfiction my little nurse brain becomes happy. The pressure he would’ve had to put on her to actually crack and or break her rib is insane. People think it’s easy to break a rib but in reality ribs are protecting the heart, lungs and multiple other very needed organs. They NEED to be strong. He would’ve had to been practically stepping on her, he needed to be meaning to break her rib. Not to mention the healing process of broken ribs is excruciating. Anyways….

I come to your unholy abode to murder you with my screaming of how fucking amazing the chapter was despite my crying. The way they were worried about her, the way they were truly showing that she meant something to them and they weren’t just heartless brutes. I mean WE knew that but did she?? The wayJohn Fucking Price YELLS AND THREATENS GRAVES. THE WAY HE KNEW HOW TO HIT A NERVE. THE WAY HE COULD SHOW POWER EVEN WITH A GUN TO HIS HEAD. GIVE ME HIM NOW. MY LEGS ARW WIDE OPEN.

AND GAZ😭😭 “Talk to me, dove, I’m right here, focus on me.” WHAT THE FUCK😭😭 He worries so much about her, he fucking adores her and that’s what I love about Gaz and how you write him you crazy maniac. And as much as I would love to continue to speak about him let me skirt over to the fucking telescope. Why. why???? why would you sit here, make us think that the telescope was a sweet gift and even tease us with a kiss and the have graves STEAL IT?? THE LEAST YOU COULDVE DONE WAS GIVE US THAT DAMN KISS.???? My notes are progressively getting longer because I actually had typed out my opinion on the prophecy in my docs and i even MENTIONED the telescope before I was like “nah that doesn’t make sense.” YOY GASLIGHTED ME. WHAT DOES HE WANT WITH THAT DAMB THING.

THEM IMMEDIATELY GOING TO HER😭😭 GHOST FEELINGS GUILTY AND PRICE HATING WHAT HAPPENED😭😭 “We need a medic.” “She’s the medic!” That’s weirdly heartbreaking in a way that I could not put into words. Them all turning around hesitantly and not because they wan’t to be weirdos but because they are all so confused and concerned and don’t want to take their eyes off her. ESPECIALLY SOAP😭

Something is going to happen whilst they are on land looking for a doctor🤷🏼‍♀️ I just know you a bit too well by now.

THE KISS. THE KISS. THE KISS. THE KISS. ARE YOU GUYS HEARING ME. THE FUCKING KISS. HE GOT TO HER FIRST DESPITE EVERYTHING. “As long as I’m first.” OKAY SO MAYBE FUCK ME PLEASE?????????? HE STAYED WITH HER😭 SHE IS EVERYTHING TO THEM😭😭

IM KILLING YOU ANGIE😭😭😭😭

here comes my biggest opp 🙄

to be fair, i did warn u. in my own words, i said she got fucked up, i meant that shit. it’s my dream to write angst 😍 fun fact rlly fun fact i have a crush on cod graves so i had to make him as despicable as possible in this fic so i dont start to trip over him

i am no nurse, im working in a pharmacy for my degree (slay) but BOY DO I KNOW THAT SHIT HURTS. im the clumsiest person alive and ive broken so many bones that it’s sad atp. SO SOMEBODY UNDERSTANDS THE EXTENT OF A FRACTURE ESPECIALLY TO THE RIBS BECAUSE MY GOD THAT SHIT FEELS LIKE YOURE BREATHING THRU A JUICEBOX, PLS i had to make dove suffer as i have

THE ROOM SCENE WITH ALL OF THEM WAS MY FAVORITE TO WRITE UGHHHH FINALLY HAVING THEM ALL CONVERSING AS ONE AND SHARING THEIR WORRIES 😫 like a steak dinner istg

(i make no promises for next chapter, or the ones upcoming) (i have not planned it yet)

THE KISS I TOLD YOU TO TRUST MEEEE WHEN HAVE I EVER LET YOU DOWN. u were going crazy in my dms threatening murder and look here we are. u got ur wish. never falter in ur trust in me bc everybody knows by now when i say trust you trust 🗣️

also absolutely hearing you out on price. he’s a damn fine sir in this fic. it makes me hungry. i did it all for u.

I LOVE YOUUU 😜

[butteredfrogs]

4, 7, and 9 for eric and olive!!

hey bestie!! disaster duo here we go (also i saw your other ask so i’ll do 20 with these ones too!)

4. when scared does your oc fight, flee, freeze, or fawn?

eric - eric was a rebellious kid and used to get into fights a lot, so i feel like he has a natural fighting instinct so he would defiantly fight or try to stand up for himself (he’s also kinda a dumbass and the type of person to act first think later. he has like one brain cell i’m telling you)

olive - hmm this is a tough one because usually olive is super outgoing but i feel like she wouldn’t fight idk. i’m gonna say she would probably freeze and not really know what to do

7. what’s one way your oc has changed since you first came up with them?

eric - i think one of the biggest things which has changed about eric since i first came up with him is his appearance. he was a super old oc which i made a while ago and i decided to update him to fit my current sim style and you can defiantly tell he changed a lot! for the most part i would say his personality is pretty similar, i think the only thing i changed/added was his love of raccoons!

olive - i don’t think much has changed about olive, i mean they’re a pretty new(ish) oc so i think they’ve stayed fairly consistent. i will say though that originally mabel and olive were going to be dating instead of her and eric, however when i put them in game eric got the notification to say that he found olive extremely attractive (and ofc olive also found him very attractive) and so the rest is history !

9. do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your oc?

eric - as stupid as this sounds eric is literally the embodiment of “head empty no thoughts”

olive - “i’m warning you now i have terrible coordination. it took me six months longer to walk than all the other babies” which is a quote from robin (stranger things) which i feel like honestly is perfect for olive because they are the clumsiest person in the world. she literally has a small scar on her nose from when she fell out of a tree, and their knees are CONSTANTLY bruised or covered in plasters😭

20. does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

both of them are very protective and do tend to get jealous yes! if eric sees someone trying to flirt with olive he will typically sulk for the rest of the day whilst olive reassures him by giving him lots of cuddles and head fluffs! olive on the other hand will just straight up tell people to back up. sometimes she’ll sulk about it as well however she will usually tell people to stay away from her man

[findinghomes]

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

19. Would you go back in time?

Oh god. Okay. So short answer, no. Long answer, no.

God, I’ve done so many embarrassing and terrible and mean things in my life (some unintentional, some not). And the thing is is that I learned from all of that.

Sure, I would love to go back in time and ask little Finn what the hell do you think you’re doing so many times, but if I went back in time and corrected those things, I’ll have never learned them in the first place. Hindsight really is 20/20, no matter how much it hurts, because it really does hurt.

As for going back in time to change the course of history, I know myself, and I know that 1. I’m just one person with probably not as much authority as I like to delusionally think I have and 2. I’m literally the clumsiest, most awkward safety hazard to walk the streets. Yeah. It wouldn’t end well. For me or history.

So, no. Probably not. (And the world is better for it)

[sugarcoated-lame]

oh my gosh seb MY LOVE !!! I’m in love with this, and bob, and you and your brain, this was so freaking cute 😭😭🥹💗

You were inches away from the space and although he was in a hunger-fueled rush, being the ever polite gentleman that he was, he let you go for it.

ehehehehe they hadn’t even met yet at this point and I was already giggling, Bobby is such a sweet southern gentleman and I love him so much

He had a small hope that he would see you inside, only because he wanted to let you know that he was more than happy to give you the spot.

No other reason.

the delicate material of your sundress moved back into place to frame your body. It rippled over each curve of your figure and Bob’s heartbeat doubled in time when he caught sight of your soft belly in your sundress. He sucked in a harsh breath between his teeth as he wondered for a fleeting second, how soft your belly would feel to hold when his face was buried between your thighs.

As someone who’s insecure about their belly, this bit honestly melted my heart, it made me smile so big to see that bob would think of it as something that’s desirable and beautiful 🥹

He already knew what he needed. The same yoghurt he’d had for the past five years, but he was drawn to you. Like a moth to the radiating flame.

just !! aaaaaahhhcjejgjdjgh !!!

Before his thought process could catch up to him, he wondered if you tasted like sweet honey.

Bob had caught your second string of curses to you accidentally dropping something and he thought it was rather cute.

Also I am the clumsiest person alive so dropping a bunch of things in front of a handsome stranger feels so relatable lmaoo

It was deep forest green in colour and harmoniously blended against his striking eyes from behind his glasses. It wasn’t tightly fitted, yet still, his broad shoulders and firm biceps were flexing against the coarse material. His thighs stood strong with his heavy boots planted firmly against the tiled floor. He was tall and practically towered over you, but he respectfully kept a distance between you both.

bob in the flight suit… delicious 🫠

And bob getting all flustered was so precious and had me giggling and kicking my feet, it just feels so in character for him and it’s exactly how I picture him being when he’s into someone 🥹

Bob had been extremely methodical about his choices in life and he only ever perused something if he was certain. He had never been so utterly and completely sure that you were the one for him.

He pictured coming home to you after work, sitting down together at your dining table and sharing the homemade sauce. You were, without a fault, the only person he had ever truly envisioned a future with and he couldn’t repeat the same mistake as before.

“That’s a real pretty name, sweetheart.”

Bob lay in bed that night thinking about how to tell the story of how you both met at your wedding.

And then all of this ???? Bob walking you to your car 😭😭 THINKING ABOUT HOW TO TELL THE STORY OF HOW YOU MET AT YOUR WEDDING ???? Seb how am I supposed to cope with all of this cuteness 😭 no but fr the idea of bob being such a planner and being so set in his routines, and then being so caught off guard by you and so lovestruck because he knows he’s found the one is just so him

Ugh Seb, this was so unbelievably SWEET and I loved it so much, I was literally smiling the entire way through it 🥹 i really just adore the way you write bob!! I hate grocery shopping, but if I ran into bob floyd at the store, I think it’d definitely change my tune haha, like when is it my turn !!!! 🧡🧡🧡

shopping lists.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader.

￫ summary: you rush to the shops after work to do a quick food shop, but bob floyd was not on your shopping list.

￫ word count: 3.3K.

￫ warnings: mentions of food, supermarkets, feeling hungry and fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ authors notes: my description of the supermarket is based off uk supermarkets, so i apologise if there’s inaccuracies to us supermarkets! this also hasn’t been proof read. my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Bob was starving.

He cursed himself under his breath as he drove back from base. He had the driver's window in his baby blue truck rolled down and his forearm resting on the side, his fingers pushing through the sticky summer air as he drove. Air conditioning alone wouldn’t keep him cool, as he still wore his flight suit from training earlier that day. He could feel how the ring of sweat around his neck was sticking to his collar, but he simply didn’t have the time or willpower to shower and change on base.

It had just gone five o’clock in the afternoon and he had gotten off later than he expected. He would’ve already had a small meal to keep him going until dinner by now, but low and behold, when he awoke this morning, as the sun was only a crack along the horizon, he realized he had no substantial food in his fridge.

Bob was a planner. He would do his fortnightly shop routinely, but something came up at work and it had simply slipped his mind. The only thing he could do now was drive as fast as he could to the supermarket, slip in, whisk around the aisles in record time and drive back home to cook something up in under an hour. He had another early start the next morning and as always, he had a routinely early bedtime.

Being a pilot made his reactions lightening fast. This would be easy for him.

As he pulled into the car park and zoned in on a space, he noticed another car also going for the same spot.

You were inches away from the space and although he was in a hunger-fueled rush, being the ever polite gentleman that he was, he let you go for it. Through the glare of the late afternoon sun reflecting off your windshield, he couldn’t quite make out the person driving, but he saw how you politely lifted your hand off the steering wheel to motion, “Thanks!”

Bob responded in turn with his wave and warm smile. He drove a little further forward past your car to find another space and the reflecting sun moved against your windshield to reveal you in a clearer light. You had the sweetest little smile as you thanked Bob. Your lips curled up to meet the creases in the corners of your eyes and your cheeks were a sweet rosy colour.

As he drove away and around the corner of the car park, Bob chewed at the inside of his cheek, still with a small smile twitching on his lips. He had a small hope that he would see you inside, only because he wanted to let you know that he was more than happy to give you the spot.

No other reason.

He was pulled out of his thoughts about your sweet smile as he felt his stomach grumble furiously. After doing a loop around, he managed to find a spot at the opposite end of the car park. He of course cursed himself again under his breath for going shopping at peak hours after everyone had finished work on a weekday, but he only blamed himself. He didn’t blame you. You were simply there first.

The almost freezing blast of air conditioner on his face as he entered the supermarket, was a welcomed change to the ever-growing humid air outside. The tiny, blonde baby hairs on the back of his sweat-coated neck stood up momentarily, as the icy air flowed down and through his flight suit. He felt himself cool down almost instantly. He pulled up with a shopping cart and started with fruits and vegetables at the front of the store. He was desperate to move fast, but his boots were heavy and searingly hot with every step he took around the aisles. That was the only spot on his body that the air conditioning could not reach.

As he came to the end of the fruits and vegetables section, he turned to reach for the tomatoes when suddenly a flurry swooped by him. It caught his attention instantly and he whipped his head around, with his torso moving inwards towards the tomatoes to avoid bumping into whoever had just swept by him.

It was you. The same person in the car park who he had given his space to. He observed as you descended the cheese and yoghurt aisle.

A small lump got caught in his throat and he swallowed thickly, as he watched how your sundress swished around your bare calves. He couldn’t help but let his cobalt blue eyes from behind his glasses, glance over you. Bob was raised right by his mom. He was respectful and well-mannered, but the simple and undeniable fact was, that you were the prettiest person he had ever laid eyes on. Even from the glow of the cool light down the food aisle, it could not diminish your luminescence.

He reached his slender index finger up to his glasses and pushed them up his nose ever so slightly. The prior sudden movement had caused them to jolt down the bridge of his nose by a centimetre.

As you walked straight down the aisle and turned to face the cheese selection, the delicate material of your sundress moved back into place to frame your body. It rippled over each curve of your figure and Bob’s heartbeat doubled in time when he caught sight of your soft belly in your sundress. He sucked in a harsh breath between his teeth as he wondered for a fleeting second, how soft your belly would feel to hold when his face was buried between your thighs.

He registered the smile creases in the corners of your eyes. The same ones that he noticed first in the parking lot and how they narrowed to read the label in front of you. Your eyelashes fluttered against one another as you blinked against the glaring light humming above you. As you raked over your options, he watched how your teeth grazed over your bottom lip and chewed nimbly at it. The same habit he had.

He needed some cheese and yoghurt himself, so perhaps he could catch you there.

Bob meandered some meters behind you and acted as if he was choosing his yoghurt option. He already knew what he needed. The same yoghurt he’d had for the past five years, but he was drawn to you. Like a moth to the radiating flame.

He cocked his head behind him to glance in your direction and you had already moved down the aisle to assess your next grocery choice. He took his multipack of yoghurts, placed it in his cart and wheeled it around to stand by you, again acting as if he was evaluating his cheese choice. From behind his glasses, he took another sideways glance. You were performing a balancing act of holding your shopping basket’s flimsy handles, holding the cheese in your other hand and somehow holding open a small notebook and crossing out the presumed item, with a pen.

At a glance, Bob saw how inside your notebook was filled with lots of little scribbles, and crossed-out parts and as you went to close it, the front cover was decorated with sweet little stickers.

“Jesus Christ. That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” He thought to himself.

As you went to slide the pen back into the elasticated band, it slipped from your balancing act and slid along the dotted tiles of the supermarket, straight for Bob’s direction. It hit the sole of his boots and he heard your voice for the first time.

“Ah, shit.” It was muttered under your breath with annoyance, but he thought your voice sounded like sweet honey.

Before his thought process could catch up to him, he wondered if you tasted like sweet honey.

You spoke directly to Bob this time, as you scurried over and bent down to pick up the pen by his boots. He caught a fleeting glance at the swell of your breasts, resting in your sundress.

You laughed out faintly with your apology. “I’m sorry, my mistake—”

As you moved too quickly with embarrassment to pick up your pen, your flimsy shopping basket was swinging and the cheese you were holding also fell out of your grasp.

“Ah! Fuck.” You quietly cursed again to yourself, or so you thought.

Bob had caught your second string of curses to you accidentally dropping something and he thought it was rather cute.

“Here, let me.” He chuckled to himself as he squatted down to reach for your cheese and pen.

Both now standing upright, he handed your belongings back to you and felt how the palms of your hands were as soft as butter against his fingertips. You looked at each other directly and now without the glare of your windshield, he could finally see every delicate feature that made up your beautiful face. He thought that you were so pretty.

You went to open your mouth and speak, but your words got caught on your tongue. This kind stranger was incredibly handsome. He looked smart with his clean-shaven face and his dusty blonde hair parted neatly to one side, with a thick swoop. His rounded glasses didn’t have a single smudge on them and his cheeks were round as he smiled at you, although it still didn't take away from his strong cheekbones and firm jaw.

You blinked in a flurry as you took in his build. You were accustomed to seeing pilots around here with the air base being so close to town, but it was rare to see one in what you presumed was a flight suit of some kind. It was deep forest green in colour and harmoniously blended against his striking eyes from behind his glasses. It wasn’t tightly fitted, yet still, his broad shoulders and firm biceps were flexing against the coarse material. His thighs stood strong with his heavy boots planted firmly against the tiled floor. He was tall and practically towered over you, but he respectfully kept a distance between you both.

“I’m sorry again, thank you.” You smiled bashfully at him. Your eyelashes were still fluttering against one another and your rounded cheeks were dusted pink.

Bob couldn’t help himself. He grinned as he shook his head and politely rejected your apology.

“No need to apologise, Ma’am. It’s all good.”

Suddenly your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised with them.

The glimmer from the overhead light in the supermarket made your eyes sparkle with such an inviting glow.

“Oh! You were the nice guy in the parking lot! You let me take your space!” You pointed your finger towards him. His truck was significantly higher than your car and you were only able to get a glance at his face from behind your windshield.

Bob let out a chuckle and waved his large hand in front of him, diminishing the idea. He further wanted to wave off the ever-growing flush of heat that was creeping up from his chest. It flushed over his neck and cheeks and sat right under his glasses. The blasting air conditioning had once again failed him and his chest, neck and cheeks were now flushed warm.

“Oh, hey. Not at all, it wasn’t my space. You had it, fair and square.”

You giggled in response. His respectful and polite demeanour had your stomach feeling as though a million and one butterflies were fluttering through you, making their way up through your heart and coming out of your mouth with sweet giggles.

“Alright, thanks again though, I appreciate it. I was in such a rush after work. Always the way, isn’t it?”

You laughed again and the sound flowed to Bob’s ears, making his playful smile reach the tips of his ears.

“Tell me about it.” He agreed with a grin.

You flashed a last beaming smile at Bob as the conversation between two strangers in a supermarket came to its natural end and you turned around to continue following your shopping list.

That’s what he thought.

As you turned down the aisle, you once again cursed at yourself for not being more forward, flirtatious, or whatever it would be that would land you his number. He was gorgeous. Undeniably handsome. And he was so stupidly charming and polite.

You turned on a quick heel to see if he was still there, but he had disappeared and you were left alone in the chilled aisle, with nothing to comfort you but your notebook and the static overhead lights.

Bob too mentally scolded himself for not asking such a pretty sweetheart like yourself for your number. As he watched you turn away, he chewed on his bottom lip, curled his fists tightly, released them and then walked away.

He was a gentleman. He would not harass someone if they didn’t show a sign of being interested in him. But he was sure you were. He had a sharp and watchful eye, and he saw how rosy your cheeks turned and how your chest stuttered slightly as your breath got caught in your throat. But he was pulled out of his battling thoughts but his stomach grumbly furiously at him again.

He whisked down the remaining aisles to finish his shop, still with the hope of a fleeting chance to see you again, but he couldn’t ignore what his body was telling him. As he checked out, tapped his card on the machine and wheeled his shopping cart out of the store, he still had both his trained eyes on his surroundings. Just in case there was a single chance, a perfect moment, where he could catch you. Bob had been extremely methodical about his choices in life and he only ever perused something if he was certain. He had never been so utterly and completely sure that you were the one for him.

He fished his truck keys out of his flight suit pocket and just as he was about to turn the key in the door, he remembered.

“Fuck. Tomatoes.”

Bob didn’t need a list. It was all written down mentally and he rarely forgot things, but he remembered that as he was about to reach for the tomatoes, you came by earlier in a flurry. He would’ve called it fate if he ever had a chance of seeing you again.

“Fuck! Tomatoes.”

You groaned and threw your head back in annoyance. It was on your list, sitting on the next line down under cheese and then you remembered why you forgot it in such a fluster. You slammed the boot door of your car back down, locked it shut and headed back inside to grab the final item. Your feet moved quickly along the tile floor and you turned on your heel to find the stack of plump, rosy red tomatoes in front of you.

“Hello again.”

The familiar voice made the tiny baby hairs on your neck stand up and a row of goosebumps rise on your forearms in tow. His smile radiated warmth as it crinkled up in the corners of his eyes. He stood tall over you, still in his flight suit, but again you didn’t feel intimidated in the slightest. You felt a true sense of calm and safety wash over you.

Your lips parted to gasp with happy surprise at seeing him again, before they curled up into a relieved smile, mirroring his own.

“Hello again.” You repeated back to him. “I forgot tom—”

“I forgot some tom—”

You both spoke in unison, before snorting out a quiet laugh between yourselves.

“Apologies. You go.” Bob gestured towards you and the vegetable stand.

“I’m going to make a sauce when I get back home, but I completely forgot the main ingredient.” You waved it off with another giggle, yet still, you did not attempt to reach for said important ingredient. You simply stayed facing him with a gleaming smile.

Bob’s mouth watered at the sound of your homemade tomato sauce. His stomach still growled at him from inside, but he also felt how it twisted and turned on itself with exhilaration. He pictured coming home to you after work, sitting down together at your dining table and sharing the homemade sauce. You were, without a fault, the only person he had ever truly envisioned a future with and he couldn’t repeat the same mistake as before.

He nimbly chewed at his bottom lip, failing to notice how you were also doing the same, as he mentally prepared his next statement.

“That sounds, delicious. I hope I’m not oversteppin’ here, and please tell me if I am, but I’d love to have y’ number, Ma’am. I’d love to try some of y’ homemade sauce, if that’s okay with you?”

Bob was not an overly religious man, but he swallowed thickly and prayed with every hope that the last part of his sentence didn’t come across in the wrong way. It felt longer than mere seconds to receive your response, but he breathed out a short sigh of relief when he saw how your eyes crinkled up into an animated smile to match his.

“Yes, yes! I’d love that. Please, let me get my book…” Your fingers were trembling with giddy anticipation as you worked to open your bag and reached for your notebook. “Uh…” You flipped through to find a clean page and when you landed on one, you gestured it towards him. “Here you go.” You gushed.

“Thank you.” He began. “I’m Bob, by the way. Bob Floyd.”

You mentioned your name and he felt his heart flutter at how pretty it was. By how eagerly you had accepted his proposal to exchange numbers, he could see that you were just as into him, as he was with you. And so, he let his true feelings become known.

“That’s a real pretty name, sweetheart.”

You sucked in a harsh breath between your teeth and let out a bashful, “Oh…”

The sweet name that he had just called you, made your legs nearly twitch and tremble on the supermarket floor.

His long, slender fingers curled around the pen as he scribbled down his number. Your notebook and pen looked so small in his hands.

When he offered it back to you, you wrote down your number in a flurry and tore the piece of paper out from the binder. You handed it over and he tucked it into the top pocket of his flight suit. You thought that that was the hottest thing you have ever witnessed a man doing.

Bob Floyd, as you now knew him, had seriously gotten into your head and clouded any reasonable senses.

You both exchanged some further light conversation, still with Bob shamelessly and sweetly flirting with you, before you both picked up your tomatoes, paid and left for the car park together. He insisted on walking you to the car to ensure that you got there safely, even though it was still broad daylight and when he left, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You both went back to your separate homes and cooked your separate meals. As you were about to get into bed you sent Bob a text, the taste of your homemade sauce still dancing on your taste buds.

“this weekend, would you like me to show you how i make the sauce? would you like to come to mine? x”

You were caught by surprise when your phone dinged with a message notification moments after.

“I would love that, thank you for the invite, sweetheart. Can’t wait :-) x”

Bob lay in bed that night thinking about how to tell the story of how you both met at your wedding.

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[fingertipsmp3]

Should I go to my graduation or not. Seriously

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

reasons why I would be the worst thief ever (an on-going list taking place in multiple locations):

weekday job

mom boss sent me for an item near one side of the shampoo bowl and ended up dropping the mop, which was literally on the other side of the shampoo bowl

dropped all the coffee lids across the floor causing a ruckus

weekend job

almost dropped a water bottle when all I had to do was just wrap my fingers around it. literally that’s all I had to do and ended up playing hot potato

home

took a shower at midnight while everyone is asleep because I’m hot and I’m scared of opening my a/c vent bc of the bugs currently nesting in there and dropped the shampoo bottle at least 5 times and it echoed loudly and I WASN’T EVEN GONNA WASH MY HAIR (but did it in the end because I ended up getting it wet anyways the third time I was picking up the bottle😐)

other

dropped my phone in the middle of the night when I was trying to smuggle an ice bag (there’s cameras) into boss mom’s car because it was already past one in the morning when she dropped me off at my house and I didn’t want her to have to drop by the store on her way home

[wooahaes]

accident prone

pairing: non-idol!seungkwan x gn!reader

prompt: right here! + an ask from @twogyuu​ specifying seungkwan!

word count: 1.1k~

warnings: many mentions of blood and injuries (bruises, accidental cuts, etc). reader is a very clumsy person.

daisy’s notes: inspired slightly by real events (aka i’m a clumsy idiot and went “man it’d suck if soulmates were a thing and we shared pain” after slicing my thumb open and also slightly fucking up my ankle in a gas station)

Seungkwan’s soulmate has to be the clumsiest person in the world, and every single one of his friends knows it. Not because he complains often (because he does, occasionally, whenever he’s feeling the effects of a sprained ankle that bothers him when he walks, or the faint stinging of a cut finger), but because of how often he’ll wince in pain or mumble or swear (quietly, just to himself) in response to whatever thing his soulmate did this time. His entire life has been filled with the underlying pain of bruises anywhere and everywhere, or the hard impact of hitting the ground, and at worse the feeling of a broken bone that wasn’t his but still hurt just as much. Seungkwan’s soulmate, simply put, was a klutz. His friends would occasionally joke that Mingyu had a rival, or that he was literally going to have his soulmate fall into his arms, or that he’d end up calling an ambulance for them because their ass got hit by a car or something. It wasn’t that Seungkwan didn’t have his share of slips: he did, certainly, considering he’d hurt his foot once, or that he’d had his own fair share of harmless bumps and bruises just from everyday things.

It did, however, make him worry how often he would feel pain. Just a little--because there was always the underlying darker thought of what if it wasn’t your fault because of family, or what if you’d been bullied. But he would push past those thoughts (usually with the help of his friends after he would word-vomit said thoughts out on late nights where he was kept up too late), and remind himself that, at the end of the day, he would be there for you if and when the two of you met.

Of course, his friends had their fair share of injuries. That included his roommate.

Vernon had decided to preface walking into Seungkwan’s room at almost midnight with a “Hey, don’t freak out,” as if the sight of one of their dishrags wrapped around his palm, blood stain visible, wasn’t something to freak out about. “So... I need you to take me to urgent care.”

“What did you do?!”

He shrugged, casually enough. “Sliced the side of my hand open on a can of peaches.”

“How did you--” Seungkwan stopped, taking a breath as he pocketed his belongings. “Fine. Let’s go.”

He ignored the quiet “Yesss,” from his best friend, wincing as he felt a stinging pain in his thumb out of nowhere. Again? Now? He could feel the hot rush of blood rising to the top of his thumb, even if nothing was spilling. Even while taking Vernon to the the closest urgent care clinic, the idea of his soulmate crept back into his mind. The idea of his soulmate fumbling with a knife while cooking and swearing, finding a bandage after the bleeding stopped. Yet he could still feel the heat of the wound as he was on standby for Vernon, Seungkwan half-listening to him tell the lady behind the counter all the usual information. Vernon’s hand had stopped bleeding on the trip over. Seungkwan felt a sting in his thumb.

He noticed the person sitting not far from them, clutching the thumb of their right hand with some bloodstained cloth wrapped around it. He looked down to his own hand, the throbbing pain in his own thumb spurring on stupid thoughts that were definitely not true. It was a coincidence.

He watched their gaze fall down to their ankle, where he could see vague bruising. The same ankle that he had felt pain in the day before, the same ankle that still vaguely hurt today. It’s a coincidence, he told himself.

“Vernon.” He whispered as he took a seat next to him, just several seats away from where you were sitting. “Kick me.”

“What?”

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes at him. “Just kick me.” 

Not asking again, Vernon slammed his foot straight into his leg. Seungkwan let out a muffled, very real yelp of pain, and immediately noticed the way your head shot up. He noticed he caught the eye of the lady behind the desk, awkwardly smiling and waving it off as a leg cramp (while praying she didn’t see Vernon kicking him) as he stood up and stretched in the empty space. He took a step over, watching as you glanced from him to his friend and then back to him.

Seungkwan had words for you. Frankly, they’re not what he thought he’d say to you the first time you met, but he definitely had words for you.

“Can you please take better care of yourself?” He crossed his arms. “What did you do to your thumb? And your ankle? Don’t you think I can feel all of that too?”

You stared at him for a moment, mouth opening and closing for a moment as you looked back to his friend. His friend just sat there, watching this scene play out as you nod toward your hand. “I cut it making dinner.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“I had a late dinner!” You countered, huffing. “And for your information, I fell because it rained the other day. It’s not like I’m doing all of this on purpose,” you gestured angrily toward him, still clutching your stinging thumb. “What kind of a soulmate are you to get angry with me for being clumsy?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes for a moment. “I was worried about you!” He said as he looked back at you. “I’ve been worried about you my entire life and--” He stopped for a moment. “And I’m going to have to worry about you from now on, too.”

The door opened, and he heard the doctor call a name--your name, as you looked up and started to stand. “You better hope that I don’t need stitches,” you said to him as you turned to leave.

But he called your name, already strangely familiar to him. “Boo Seungkwan.”

You stared at him, physician waiting patiently. “What?”

“My... My name,” he said. “Can... Can we talk when you come back?”

When you smiled at him, and then rolled his eyes, he already felt like he’d been answered. You turned, greeting the physician as you followed her into the back, already rattling off the story of how you caught yourself with your knife while chopping up something for your dinner. He returned to Vernon, settling himself into the seat next to him.

... Was it wrong he was already a little in love with you this soon? Maybe. But at least he knew who he’d be worrying about for the rest of his life... and, if you let him, he’d be caring for you with every bruise or nick your clumsy self ended up with.

[artaxerxesthegreat]

For You- part 1

Demetri x F!Reader

A/N: Wanted to make a oneshot, ended up making a 2 parter.

Warnings: she/her pronouns used, some language used, NO MINORS PLEASE, might get a bit spicy in the end, mentions of anxiety, car accident, google translate, pining, slowish burn, not beta read.

I only own Louis and Ishtar.

Word count: 6K

Part 2

—Present Day—

“How long are you going to ignore him, Y/N?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Heidi.” I keep my eyes trained on the book in my hands, but I stopped reading a long time ago. My thoughts keep finding their way back to the tracker and it’s starting to annoy me.

“Y/N. You have been here for three weeks and can’t seem to stop staring at him. Why don’t you just talk to him.” There’s a smirk playing on her lips as she sends me a side glance.

I slam the book shut rising from my seat, “I do NOT stare at him. He just happens to be standing in the comfy spot I space out in.”

“…What?”

“As a human I would space out a lot- just look at a specific area and let my mind wander, I just have a particular area that I zone out in, he just happens to be standing in those places when I do- hell, sometimes he isn’t even there when I space out, but he shows up so it looks like I’m staring at him- but I’m not!” Heidi gives me a face telling me she isn’t convinced, “I’m serious, Heidi, there’s nothing to it. Okay?”

“It’s not like anything would happen between us anyway… he’s way out of my league.”

“Besides, he’s the one that always looks like he wants to say something and then doesn’t. It’s so weird, he’s weird.” I cross my arms looking at her defiantly, “Your friend is weird!”

“If you say so.” She says in a sing-song voice.

“I do!” I snap at her leaving the common room, her laugh seems to follow me all the way to my room. Slamming my door I lay face down on my bed, screaming into my pillow, “UUUUuuuuuuuGGGGGGhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!…. I never should’ve come here…”

—3 weeks ago; 2022—

“Come on, Y/N, it’s fine. We’ll just make our normal round to the Volturi and you can come back.” My Father doesn’t bother to look up from his book as he skims the pages.

“Louis, you know I hate going there, Aro is just so- so-… So weird!”

“Y/N-”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about! With his weird ‘too friendly smile’ that you know only a person who’d backstab you has, it rubs me the wrong way. Especially since he always wants to touch you! Uuuugghhh!”

“… You do remember that he can read minds through touch, right Y/N?” My sister Ishtar asks raising a brow at me.

“Oh sweet Jesus!” I cover my mouth at the realization, “M- maybe he won’t touch me?” My family just gives me a look and I begin to apologize profusely in my head. “Please don’t kill me, I’m sorry. I’m still new.”

“Come, Y/N. Let’s go get ready for our trip.” My Father rises from his chair, bookmarking his place, a small smile on his face as he brushes past me.

Sighing defeated I close my eyes wishing I had just died 30 years ago, Ishtar drapes her arm over my shoulders hugging me, “It’s alright sis, I’m sure Aro will forgive you…again.”

“Look, what happened 30 years ago wasn’t my fault!”

“It kind of was.” I glare at the face she gives me as she hurmously recalls the events that led to my transformation, “You befriended us, almost died in a car accident, Louis felt bad and changed you, brought you to the Volturi because we didn’t want to die, you spent a year with them and annoyed the hell out of literally every single person there. It’s pretty cut and dry. Heidi couldn’t stand you, the twins avoided you like the plague, Felix thought you were funny but that’s about it-”

“He thought I was funny because I would trip over my own two feet.”

“You are the clumsiest vampire ever- even the infamous Casanova the Volturi avoided you.” She laughs at the memory.

“It’s not my fault I’m clumsy as a vampire! I thought being this ‘perfect being’ meant I wouldn’t be so me!”

“Guess it doesn’t apply to you sis.”

“…Why don’t you be useful and make it rain in California?” I give her a flat look as she ruffles my hair, “Stop doing that.”

“Y/N, Ishtar, go gather your things, please.” Louis all but pleads as he emerges from his room.

“Fiiiinnnne!” We say in unison zooming to our rooms.

“I don’t want to go back, we do this visit every year. All we do is stay for a week or two and then leave. I help them install the latest tech, bring them up to speed with the ever changing lingo and then stay in my room for the rest of our time there. We don’t even talk to any of the guards- ‘cept Felix, he’s cool. Tall, but cool…” Packing a few spare outfits knowing Felix is gonna want to spare again my mind wanders to the tracker, “It feels like it’s getting harder and harder to leave…Demetri… Whoa! Can vampires get shivers? Weird…”

Shaking my head I sling on my duffle bag, grabbing a jacket and sweater… a sweater that was in my room 30 years ago after my year with the Volturi was up. There wasn’t a note, just a random black sweater that was too big for me but still very comfy. I smile as I tie it around my waist, it had the faintest of smells, but by the time I noticed it it was already fading away. After 30 years I still haven’t asked who left it, but I bring it every year, sadly no one comes forward, either way I still wear it whenever I visit, maybe the Kings left it for me?

“Y/N you ready?” Ishtar knocks on my door frame smiling as she notices the sweater, “Still with that sweater?”

“It’s comfy!”

“Mhmm, whatever you say. Maybe your boyfriend will finally introduce himself.” She has a coy smile that makes me feel annoyed.

“Just because someone left me a sweater doesn’t mean they like me in a romantic sense! Stop smiling like that! Gods, Ish, you can be so uuuugghhhh!”

“Great use of the English language, sister.”

“Shut up.” I can’t stop the smile that finds its way to my face as I push her out of my room. “Let’s go before Louis comes looking for us.”

“Everyone ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Yup!”

Getting in the car we drive in the dead of night to the airport, where two members of the guard are waiting.

“Santiago, Afton.” My Father nods his head in recognition at them as I start to dread everything I’ve ever done in life leading up to this point.

“Louis.” Santiago turns his attention to Ishtar next, “Ishtar.”

“Hiya! How’s it going?”

“Very well, thank you.”

“Noice!” She giggles at the questioning look on his face, “It’s a word I learned from a TV show, it’s pretty great, we should watch it together some time.”

I squint in disbelief as she flirts with Santiago. I send a glance at Afton, just to make sure I’m seeing this correctly. He returns it with a slight smirk on his face, slightly shaking his head at their exchange. Rolling my eyes I push her shoulder so she can get on the plane, she shoots me a glare over her shoulder and lets out a huff walking up the steps.

“Y/N.” There’s a bit of a tightness in Santiago’s voice when he says my name, and that’s either because I just cut their moment short or because of my clumsy nature. Either way, I feel bad.

“Hi.” Quickly running up the steps, I surprise myself that I didn’t trip, “Noice.”

Once we’re all aboard I put in my headphones and stare out the window thinking back to my first time in Volterra.

—30 years ago; 1992—

“Louis, this is quite unexpected. What possessed you to possibly want to make another newborn- without consulting us no less.” Aro sits in his throne with an expression of mock concern on his face as he watches me intently. Getting uncomfortable with his stare I look down at my sneakers, I feel Ishtar grab my hand holding it reassuringly. I squeeze back a bit too hard and she winces at me.

“Sorry.” She pats my arm giving me a smile as we listen to our Father’s response.

“She is someone we consider family, she has been with us for some time- though she never knew our secret. She was dying and I could not let that happen; she’s like a daughter to me, there would not have been time to consult you, Great Kings with the severity of her injuries. Which is why we brought her here now.” Aro’s eyes turn to me with a dark kind of glint in them, making me duck my head down, biting my lip as I scoot closer to Ishtar, “I know the trouble newborns can be, but I know that the Volturi have the means to properly train them.”

“You assume we will take this creature off of your hands, and your assumptions are leading you down a very short path.” Caius glowers at us, making me wonder if I should’ve just died in that accident.

“I would rather not have a newborn rampaging through the streets in broad daylight.” Louis sends Caius a glare of his own making the King sit up at the challenge, flicking his eyes back to Aro he adds, “I only wish she stay here for a year and after she may return to us.”

The room is quiet as Aro thinks this through, occasionally he sends a glance my way but never says anything. Getting antsy I look around the room and my eyes land on a man standing in the far corner, his blonde spiked hair, the curve of his nose, the stoic but calm face he has, the red of his eyes as he stares back at me-…

“Oh shit.” I snap my head back to Aro who saw what happened. He quickly looks at the man and then back to me and the faintest smile is forming on his face, “Noooo. No, don’t you dare. Don’t you dare do it, Creepy guy on the throne!”

“Demetri-”

“Ah, fuck you man.” I scoff lightly, closing my eyes leaning my head against Ishtar’s shoulder.

“Yes, Master?”

“Oh no, he even sounds hot! Whhhhhyyyyyyy?!”

“How would you and Felix feel about training a newborn?” I open my eyes at his question looking at him and then to Demetri. Demetri stares at me for a few seconds before I start feeling awkward, leaning further into Ishtar I whisper,

“Who’s Felix?”

“He is.” She pushes me slightly away from her and I feel myself bumping into someone.

“Sorry, I-” I look at the person next to me, but stop short when my eyes keep moving up. My head is almost tilted all the way back as I stare up at this man, who is smirking down at me. I reflexively put Ishtar’s hand in an iron grip as I slowly move away from the giant.

“Ow. Y/N!” She tries to get her hand away from me, but I’m not letting up, still staring at Felix, “Let my hand go!”

“No, thank you.”

“Y/N-”

“No.”

“Y/N, let her hand go.” Louis whispers to me trying to pry my hand off of Ishtar’s.

“Switch spots with me.”

Sighing, Louis pushes us down and stands next to Felix and I let her hand go. She rubs it glaring at me, I give her a sheepish look turning my eyes back to my sneakers.

“I think it will be fun.” With wide eyes I snap my head to Felix who is still watching me. “What do you think, Demetri?”

“… I suppose.” The look on Demetri’s face is one that looks burdened and inconvenienced.

“Excellent, we welcome young Y/N with open arms.” Aro smiles widely and I can’t stop the sound of dread that leaves me. I suck in a breath, when all eyes are on me again, and grab both Louis and Ishatr’s arms pulling them closer to me to block away the stares. Ishtar pats my head gently smiling while Louis thanks the Masters. Being dismissed, we’re taken to my ‘new room’ and say our goodbyes.

“Why do I have to stay here? This place is weird, and creepy, it gives me the heebie-jeebies!”

“Relax little sister, everything will be fine.” Ishtar rubs my arms reassuringly, “As a newborn it will be hard for you to control your thirst, you need to be taught.”

“So why don’t you guys teach me? I’m very teachable!”

“It is not as easy as you might think, Y/N. This is for the best, trust us please.”

“But- I-…. Fine.” I watch as they give me small smiles leaving me in this cold, strange place.The next few weeks were filled with training, and rules being drilled into my head.

. . . . . . . .

“Why do we care if we sparkle in the sun?” I ask with a distant look on my face, the woman drilling me was Heidi, and she was running out of patience.

“Because.” It seems to take everything in her not to hit me, “We will be exposed to the humans!”

“Yeah, but why-”

“Enough!” She promptly stands up walking out of my room, Felix pokes his head in smirking.

“I was only asking a question!”

“Y/N, you have been asking that question since your first day here.”

“…I… know, but I just don’t get it. So what if we shine, that doesn’t automatically mean people are going to point and go ‘Oh. My. Gosh! A vampire!”

He chuckles at me sitting in Heidi’s previous spot, “No, but it’s best to avoid questions either way. A thief would never do something to make themselves known as a thief- unless they wanted to get caught or are very sure of themselves.”

“Mmmm I guess you’re right.” I shrug absentmindedly, slumping in my chair, “Is it time to spare again?”

“Actually, the Masters want to see you.”

“I didn’t do it!” I shot up in my chair with panic in my eyes. Felix lets out a laugh trying to calm me down.

“What- hahaha- what are you talking about?”

“…um… Nothing.” I fold my hands in my lap looking down at them.

“I don’t believe you for a second, but come on.” Smiling, he holds his hand out to me as we walk down to the throne room, standing outside is Demetri who’s eyes land on our hands. Feeling unnerved by it, I let Felix’s hand go, I place mine behind my back.

“Felix. Newborn.”

“Hm- oh, hi.” I spare him a glance before being led into the throne room.

“Y/N, please come in. I have a very important question for you.” Aro smiles as we enter.

“Yes, sir?”

“Are you competent?”

“. . . I beg your pardon?” It felt like a cool breeze blew into the throne room at his question, I find myself glancing around the room trying to find Heidi.

“Are you competent?”

“I find myself at a loss for words, sir.” I try to come up with an answer but I don’t really have one, “I feel that if I ask for clarification I’d be proving some kind of point made while I wasn’t here, and if I say yes, I’m going to be reprimanded for something. This- this feels like a dangerous question.”

His smile gets wider as he shakes his head, “I’m simply asking, for we are having trouble with the technology that has come out recently. None of us seem to understand it quite well.”

“Oh, well then yes I suppose I am.” I shrug, “What do you need help with?”

“Learning the ways of the World Wide Web.” It takes everything in me not to laugh at his words, closing my eyes I bite the inside of my cheek, nodding my head in response, “Then you will be able to teach us?”

“Mm-hmm!”

“Wonderful! That is all. Jane, Alec take Y/N to where we keep the computer and learn what you can from her.”

“Yes, Master.”

The twins usher me out of the throne room and I begin my lesson on the Internet 101. They weren’t thrilled and made up their minds that I wasn’t worthy of teaching them anything and left halfway through my lesson. Sighing to myself I turn off the computer and walk around the castle. I let my mind wander while I was wandering- which wasn’t a good idea because I ended up tripping over a bit of stone that was sticking up from the ground, I promptly face plant into the floor and I hear a scoff not far away from where I was. Looking up I see Demetri looking at me with a face I couldn’t quite place. Quickly getting up I dust off my hands laughing awkwardly.

“Did you just fall?” He asks as he trials his eyes over me.

“N-No.” I sputtered out a scoff avoiding eye contact, “I just… thought the floor needed a hug.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives me a pained look before walking away from me.

“…Great, now he thinks I’m weird.” I glare at the stone, “This is your fault.” Stomping my foot down the stone all but turns to dust under my heel as I resume my walk.

—3 weeks ago on the plane; 2022—

I smile at the thought, but cringe at the look that crossed Demetri’s face, after that incident training became more rigorous and intense. I had to be this perfect fighter, I wasn’t let off the hook for anything. Demetri pretty much ran me into the ground with all his orders and words of disappointment, not to mention he never wanted to see me outside of the training room. If it wasn’t for Felix reassuring me, and actually helping me I never would’ve lasted a year. I was so happy to leave when the year was up, but a part of me felt like I was leaving something important behind. I just didn’t know what. As the years went on I managed to make friendships with some of the guards and Heidi doesn’t hate me as much- probably because she doesn’t have to teach me any of the rules anymore.

Leaning on my hand I stare out the window as rain begins to pour down on the plane, my mind goes back to my first rain storm in Volterra.

—30 years ago; 1992—

“It’s raining!” I say excitedly to Felix who just raises a brow at me.

“Yes, it is.”

“Don’t you want to jump in puddles or something?” I smile leaning on his armrest, he leans away from me slightly like I’ve grown an extra head.

“How old are you?”

“What’s age got to do with jumping in puddles? Why should children have all the fun?” I glare at him as he just smiles at me. “I’m 21, by the way.”

“Basically a child.”

“Rude!” I smack his arm playfully remembering I’m a bit stronger than him, “That didn’t hurt did it?”

“No. You’re getting better with your control.”

“Sweet!” I lean back towards him, “Soooooooo rain puddles?”

Sighing, he gets up with a grunt as I grab his arm rushing us out of the room and to the gardens. Stepping out into the storm I close my eyes as the rain hits my face, opening my arms wide I turn my face to the sky as a loud boom of thunder is heard overhead.

“Don’t get struck by lightning!” Felix watches in amusement as I look at him with wide eyes.

“I thought we couldn’t die?!”

“Yes, but you are still very flammable.” I zoom out of the rain just as the huge flash of lightning crosses the sky.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?! I could’ve died! AGAIN!” He just throws his head back in a laugh as I hit his chest with punches, “Stop laughing you big meanie!”

“Felix.”

Our attention is drawn to Demetri who watches us with indignation heavy on his face, looking away from him I excuse myself not wanting to be around my personal torturer- I mean trainer.

“I’ll see ya later, Felix.”

“Alright.” His voice is soft, almost sad that I’m leaving. Turning around the corner I stop at Demetri’s crossed voice.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“What do you mean, I’m just being a friend. I’m allowed to have those, Dem.” Felix says with a bit of a bite in his voice.

“Of course you are, but not with her.” Not wanting to hear the rest of their conversation I speed to my room laying down on my bed.

—3 weeks ago on the plane; 2022—

“Ugh, why does everything get depressing with each happy memory?”

“You have those? Happy memories, I mean. Didn’t think that was possible.” Ishtar quips from in front of me, I kick the back of her seat as she tries to hit me, “Stop being an ass, Y/N!”

“Then stop being a bitch, bitch.”

“Girls, please.” Our Father sighs, hanging his head.

“She started it!” We say pointing at each other.

“What did I do to deserve such daughters?” He asks no one in particular.

“…Well that’s just rude.” I say folding my arms.

“I know! How dare he, he is lucky we haven’t left him.” Ishtar huffs leaning back to look at me.

“I mean, we still can. We are going to Volterra.” We smile at each other impishly at the groan that leaves Louis. Turning back to him we wait for his apology.

“I am sorry, please don’t leave me.”

“That was such a sad apology, I’m not convinced you really want us to stay.” I lean on my armrest smirking at Louis.

“Please, do not leave me alone with Ishtar. I fear I’ll go mad.”

“Hey!”

“Pfft, alright old man, I’ll stay with you. It’s not like I can stomach staying in Volterra anyway.” My smile fades as I look back out the window, “At least I have technology to help me get through this time.”

“You had that before, Y/N.” Ishtar deadpans.

“Yeah, but this is better technology, the age of touch screens and wireless headphones. Do you realize how freaked out everyone was when 2000 came around? I just can’t figure out how I became the Volturi’s personal IT person, they don’t even pay me… Maybe I should start charging them?”

“Please don’t.”

“Why should I work for free?”

“Just don’t Y/N.”

“…Fine, Louis. Fine.” I roll my eyes at him leaning back in my seat.

—30 years ago; 1992—

“I must say, it is a shame to see you leave us, Y/N. I feel as though the castle will not be the same without you here.” Aro looks at me with a sad smile patting my hand.

“It’s probably for the best.” I shift uncomfortably remembering all the accidents that happened to me or because of me. Afton still hasn’t forgiven me for accidentally ripping his arm off in training- Felix thought it was hilarious but that was about it. Demetri was less than pleased, but stopped Afton from retaliating so that was fine I guess.

“Yes, Afton hasn’t quite forgiven you yet, I’m afraid.”

“What?” I look up at Aro with confusion and then realize he’s still holding my hand. I quickly pull my hand back smiling awkwardly, “Right, right. Sorry.”

“Are you quite sure you wish to leave?” Aro asks, stepping into my space, making me lean away from him.

“Oh, yeah. I miss Ishtar and Louis. It’ll be nice to talk to them instead of writing letters or waiting for an email- you do remember how to make those right?”

“Yes! I had an excellent teacher.” He says in a chipper voice, making me smile at him.

“Okay, well you’ll be fine then.” My eyes skirt over to Demetri who is staring at his shoes with a deep crease in his brow. “What’s his deal?” Shaking myself from my thoughts I turn back to Aro, “Can I go pack now?”

“Yes, you may.”

“Thanks.”

I walk to my room and pause at the neatly folded sweater on my bed, “Who left this?” I gently pick it up unfolding it looking at the embroidered forge with a flame encircling a hammer. Running my fingers over it I take in all the details that went into making this decent sized piece of art. My thoughts couldn’t dwell on it for long because Ishtar runs in tackling me onto my bed.

“Y/N! I HAVE BEEN SO BORED WITHOUT YOU! NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN!”

“Oh my god, Ish. Get off!” I laugh pushing her off of me, careful not to mess up the sweater. Laughing she rolls on her side looking at the sweater.

“What is this?”

“This my friend, is called a sweater!” She flicks my forehead, rolling her eyes at me, “I came in and it was there. There wasn’t a note so I don’t know who left it, but I’m guessing it’s for me.”

“And what has led you to such a conclusion?”

“The fact that it’s in my room? And it was folded neatly on my bed, which was not neatly made when I left, but it was when I came in.”

“Oooo free clothes and they made your bed, you have an admirer.” She grins at me cheekily as I shake my head at her.

“No, you’re reading too much into this. Just cause someone makes your bed and leaves you a sweater doesn’t mean they like you.”

“…Really, Y/N?”

“Really.” I nod my head holding the sweater in my lap, “Now, come on. I need to get my stuff so I can leave this place.”

“Didn’t have fun?” She snickers at me as I send her a glare.

“If you must know, no I didn’t. Everyone here hates me- except Felix, but that’s because I make him laugh. But everyone else hates me.”

“That can’t be true.” Almost as if on cue Jane and Alec stop at my door.

“You are finally leaving.” Alec’s face is blank as he watches us pack.

“Good.” Jane finishes walking to her room Alec close behind her.

“…Wow, but they don’t count. They hate everyone.” Ishtar packs my shirts away, and Heidi is the next to stop by. I give Ishtar a look as I turn to Heidi.

“Well, this is the day I leave Heidi. Any words of advice?”

“Don’t break any laws. If you can remember them.” She glares at me leaving Ishtar in stunned silence. Turning on her heel she walks down the hall passing Demetri, we lean out watching them as they share a look with one another and I don’t know how to categorize the feeling in my chest, but I didn’t like it. Retreating back in my room I place the sweater on the bed to finish packing.

“Told you they hate me.”

“Sister, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything! I just tripped a few times, forgot basic laws, almost ripped out someone’s throat because I was so hungry- then I did rip someone’s throat out, Caius was so pissed.” Her eyes go wide as she plops down on my bed, holding onto the clothes in her hands like a lifeline, “All the blood sprayed on him, I was in the dungeon for a month! Master Marcus always sighs heavily whenever I enter a room, Aro frowns for like 0.01 seconds before smiling again- I’m telling you Ish, they loathe me. Especially the tracker.”

“I have a name.” We jump at the sudden sound of his voice and I step away from him even though he’s made no moves from the doorway. His eyes survey the room and land on the sweater resting on the bed. I step to the side blocking the sweater from his vision and it seemed like the faintest of smiles was on his face.

“I- yes- well, you’re right- I just- cuz- Dem-” Ishtar kicks my leg making me stop my word vomit.

“Thank you.” I whisper out in a stranded voice being scrutinized by Demetri.

“Aro wishes to see you one last time before you go.” He steps back but stops at the groan that leaves my mouth.

“Wwwwhhhhyyyaahhhhh! I swear if he asks if I’m sure I want to leave I’m gonna punch him.” Ishtar clears her throat looking at Demetri. Looking at him I laugh out, “I- I’m kidding- hahahAHAHAAHAAAA! I would never! I like living!”

“Hmm.” Is all we’re left with as he leaves the room. With frantic eyes I look back at Ishtar. She panics with me and pushes me towards the door.

“Go stop him! Beg, grovel, anything to make sure Aro doesn’t know what you just said! He is literally his right hand- well, not really, but he loves Aro, so go!”

“I but- We-”

“Go!”

“Fi- okay!” I speed out of the room searching for Demetri, “Where’d he go, where’d he go?” Running down the stairs I almost slam into his back when I reach the bottom as he’s stopped walking to look out of the window in front of us. I place my hands out in front me to stop myself, more or less gently bumping into his back.

Turning his head to the side slightly he watches me from the corner of his eye, “And here I half expected you to slam into me.”

“Sorry.” I quickly take a step back clasping my hands behind my back casting my eyes to the floor, “Thank goodness I don’t have a heartbeat.”

“Is there something you need, newborn?”

“Um- uh no- no. Sorry to bother you, won’t happen again. BYE!” I all but zoom back to the top of the stairs leaning against the wall holding my unbeating heart, “Oh geez, Y/N. Get over yourself… *sigh*, why is it so hard to talk to him?”

I slide down the wall hanging my head in disappointment in myself. The sound of footsteps has me look up as Demetri walks up the stairs, turning my head forward, I stare at a crack in the wall in front of me, cringing at the pause in his steps. He resumes walking and stops once he’s at the very top of the stairs.

It feels like an eternity goes by before I clear my throat, stand up, and turn to walk back to my room. I was able to take two steps before he grabs my arm pulling my back to face him.

“Whoa!-” I almost lose my balance at the force of it all and catch myself by grabbing the side of his coat leveling myself, he places a hand on my elbow helping me standup and stares at me with such a burning gaze I can’t look away. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy- almost like he was trying to tell me something, but telepathically. I try to move away, but his grip gets firmer pulling me closer to him, I stare up at him with growing fear, remembering our training sessions. He seems to sense this but doesn’t let me go, instead he just blurts out,

“σε παρακαλώ μην με αφήνεις αγάπη μου. Σε περίμενα τόσο πολύ - μη με αφήνεις. Μείνε για πάντα.” His eyes are pleading and searching my face for something, closing his eyes he leans his forehead against mine, and I short circuit.

“I- what?” Moving my head away from him with confusion and dismay, “Was that Greek? I don’t speak Greek.”

He blinks twice before he just stares at me blankly, letting me go he puts an arm behind his back going into ‘guard mode’. Taking a much needed step back I try to figure out what just happened; not coming up with an answer I just point to the direction where my room is, “I’m just… gonna go finish packing… Bye, again.”

Not waiting for a response I walk quickly back to my room where Ishtar is laughing with Felix, “You ripped someone’s arm off?!”

“It was an accident! Felix, why’d you tell her?”

“She asked for funny stories.” He shrugs and chuckles, looking over my face he says, “You were with Demetri.”

“No!” I shout quickly, Ishtar gives me a face of confusion and I back track, “I mean… Yes! Cuz she made me. But, how’d you know?”

“You look terrified.” He says matter of factly glancing at the sweater on the bed.

“Y-yeah well, you know how it is.” Almost instinctively I grab the sweater holding it close to my chest like a security blanket of sorts. Felix smirks at me clutching the sweater. “He said something to me, but it was in Greek or something. I think I pissed him off.” Only thinking about it momentarily I remember the feeling of his forehead resting against mine, shaking myself from the thought I look back at Ishtar, “Is everything packed?”

“Yup! You’re welcome.”

“Thanks.” I roll my eyes at her smiling, putting on the sweater. “Guess I better go see Aro then.”

“I’ll walk with you.”

“Thanks.” I loop my arm with Felix as Ishtar gathers my bags and heads to the front doors. Stopping in front of the throne room doors I can’t help but feel anxious about it all.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N.” I give Felix a small smile pushing the doors open. The three Kings are in their normal spots and I take my place in the middle of the room.

“Y/N, I know you are rather restless and wish to be with your family, but I have a request to ask of you.” Aro begins descending the steps.

I raise a brow at his words, “A request?”

“Yes, I wish for you to visit Volterra at least once a year- your family may join you if they wish, but I’d very much like for you to visit. Just pop in and say ‘hello’.”

“Uuuuuuhhhhhmm, I… guess? But why though?”

“You are one of the youngest vampires we have and it will give us peace of mind that everything is going well with you, while you are out in the world. Also, humans are always changing and developing new technologies, which you seem to have quite a gift for using. It would be appreciated if you would keep us up to date with it.”

“I wouldn’t call it a ‘gift’, but yeah. I can do that.” I slowly nod my head thinking over his words.

“Wonderful, you truly are a gift.” He says placing a hand on my shoulder as he stresses the word ‘gift’.

“I can find some holes in that argument, but thanks!” I smile widely at him, sending Caius a glance as he sneers at me. “I’m gonna go now. See you in a year I guess.”

“One year then- or more than once a year. You could come here twice or thrice a year, whatever you choose.” I still at his words, squinting at him.

“Mmmm uh, once a year should be good.” I give him a thumbs up walking out of the throne room cautiously. My eyes land on Demetri who seems to have a dark cloud hanging over his head as he glares at me, “Definitely once a year.”

Walking out of the castle into the night, I take a deep breath smiling at Louis who’s leaning against the car patiently waiting for me.

“My newest and youngest daughter!” Louis smiles brightly, hugging me tightly, “They didn’t hurt you did they?”

“Eh, I don’t think so?” I laugh hugging him back just as tightly.

“Ready to go, newbie?” Ishtar chucks a bag at me. Catching it with ease I stick my tongue out at her, “Great reflexes, how are you clumsy?”

“I don’t know!” I place my bag in the truck. Hopping in the backseat I look out the window to see Felix waving goodbye. Waving back I remember my promise to Aro, “Oh, let me tell you guys before I forget, Aro made a request.”

“A request?” Ishtar turns back to me with wide eyes, “What kind of request?”

“He asked that I come by every so often to keep them up to date with the times and that I’m adjusting well to life as a vampy.” I shrug looking at their faces, “What’s wrong? Why are your faces like that?”

“No reason, Aro isn’t one to make requests- and if he does they aren’t so…”

“Nice?” Ishtar supplies giving our Father a flat look. Not saying anything he just nods his head once before driving away.

“I thought it was weird too- ‘specially when he said I could visit as often as I wanted, you guys can come too, by the way.”

“That is very generous.” Louis is deep in thought before he asks, “Did anything happen this year? Anything that would cause Aro to make this specific request?”

“I dunno. I made a lot of mistakes, but I’ve gotten better. I know everyone has a certain amount of dislike for me, but I can’t figure out why Aro wants me there.” I roll the cuffs of my sweater up leaning against the window.

“Where did you get such a sweater?”

“It was on my-”

“-It was on her NEATLY made bed- that she did NOT make up, and NEATLY folded on top of it, waiting for her on her last day in Volterra!” Ishtar butts in happily wiggling her eyebrows at Louis. There’s a pause before they glance back at me with a look of realization.

“What? What is it? Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“No reason!” Ishtar turns to the front and Louis drums his fingers on the steering wheel forcing a smile.

“Oh, very convincing guys.” I deadpan glaring at them, “What is it? Just tell me.”

“Are you sure you want to leave the Volturi, Y/N?”

“Yes, Louis, it wasn’t the best experience in the world. Plus I missed you guys!”

“…Very well, Y/N.”

——————

σε παρακαλώ μην με αφήνεις αγάπη μου. Σε περίμενα τόσο πολύ - μη με αφήνεις. Μείνε για πάντα=Please do not leave me my love. I have waited so long for you- don't leave me. Stay forever.

[lonelyyinchicago]

“can i add to your collection?”

james stood in front of the mirror, pulling at the dark tufts of hair anxiously. he decided to abandon the uncontrollable mess that was his hair and return to his room. he changed out of his joggers into a white cotton shirt and blue jeans before pulling his worn-out converse out from under his bed.

the doorbell rang as he entered the kitchen. turning on his heel, he opened the door to see regulus on his front step, holding a bottle of wine.

regulus smiled up at him, clearly aware of the effect the black skinny jeans and dark green silk shirt were having on james.

“it’s your favourite” regulus said, holding out the bottle. “are we going to go out then?”

“i- yeah. mhmm yeah.”

“okay” regulus said, extending his hand, “the taxi’s waiting.”

“you look so good” james said in the lift down to the carpark.

“yeah and you wore converse.”

“shut up” james said with a shake of his head.

“and your hair’s still a mess.”

“i tried, okay? it doesn’t behave.”

regulus watched amusedly as james turned to see his reflection in the mirror in the lift. his heavily ringed fingers slid across james’ chest as he rested his forehead against james’ muscular back.

“just leave it” regulus said eventually, after james failed to make his hair stay still.

james turned in regulus’ arms, resting his chin on his boyfriend’s head. regulus looked up at his boyfriend, his hands travelling freely up and down james’ back.

“you do look good.”

“only good?” james asked in a voice of false hurt. “is that all?”

regulus rolled his eyes but stood up on his tiptoes to reach james’ lips. he smiled against james’ them, his hand wrapped possessively around his boyfriend’s neck. they only pulled apart as the lift doors opened, exposing them to the waiting taxi driver.

a slight blush appeared on regulus’ pale cheeks, as he led the way confidently to the car. they pulled up twenty minutes later outside their favourite italian.

the waitress showed them to a small, enclosed booth. it was dimly lit, and james squinted at the menu. their ankles brushed softly against each other, disguised by the darkness and long tablecloth.

“can you order for me? i want to use the bathroom.”

“yeah, sure - but you gotta tell me what you want first.”

“a glass of red, and pepperoni pizza please.”

“you got it” james said, leaning around the corner of the bench to try and get the waitress’ attention.

“would you like me to come back when your-”

“no, that’s okay; he told me what he’d like. so can i get a glass of the house red, a pepperoni pizza, a spaghetti carbonara and a gin and tonic please.”

“okay. food should be ready in about half an hour.”

james nodded as he handed the menus back. regulus slid onto the bench opposite almost immediately after she left.

“you okay?” james asked as regulus fiddled with the numerous silver rings spread across his fingers.

“hmm? oh, yeah. i’m okay.”

“hey.” james reached across the table, gently enveloping regulus’ hands in his own warm ones. “we can go if you want.”

“i don’t want to do that. seriously, i’m fine.”

james shook his head disbelievingly but retracted his hands as the plates arrived.

“ugh yours looks so good” regulus complained as james picked at the small pieces of bacon. “can i-?” he asked, leaning over the table towards james’ pasta.

“help yourself” james said, nudging the plate closer.

regulus let a small smile play at his lips as he wrapped the pasta around his fork, the utensil hitting the silver rings softly between each twirl.

james watched the quick movements as he attempted to pick up his own mouthful of pasta. he watched regulus’ slender fingers move effortlessly, before regulus dropped the fork, staring back at james.

“what?” he asked defiantly.

“nothing. can i have some of the pizza?”

“mhmm. this pasta is literally so good.”

“i know; that’s why i ordered it” james teased.

“okay okay i’ll stop.”

“you know i don’t mind really” james said, opening his mouth for regulus to give him a perfectly sized mouthful of pasta. “especially when you do that.”

taking back his plate, regulus picked up a slice of pizza, balancing it delicately on his pale fingertips. james watched a trickle of orange oil dribble down the length of one regulus’ fingers, coming to a sudden halt as it hit the snake-shaped band of silver on his thumb.

wiping his mouth quickly, james reached into his pocket for his wallet. he looked down at the small silver band he’d been carrying around for the last month or so. he gently removed it from the wallet, repeatedly turning it over in his fingers under the table.

“hey, err reg?” james’ voice cracked slightly as regulus looked up at him, the poor lighting combined with his long curls covering half of his face.

“c-can i add to your collection?” he asked, finally bringing his hands above the table, the small ring between his thumb and forefinger.

“james.”

regulus’ voice was hushed; barely audible. his eyes were floating between james’ and the ring. he exhaled shakily, reaching out across the table.

regulus seemed to take forever to answer, and james dipped his head as tears began to pool in his eyes.

“i-i’m sorry. it was probably terrible timi-”

“james.” the seriousness of regulus’ tone forced james to look up. “yes. baby, i’m saying yes.”

“really? a-are you sure?”

regulus rolled his eyes slightly, before moving onto the bench next to james. he extended his hand to allow james to slide the ring onto his fourth finger. he looked down at it before leaning forward to plant a firm kiss on james’ lips.

“yes” he breathed, his lips still against james’. “yes, yes, yes.”

james’ grin returned as regulus ran his thumb along his jawline.

“i love you.”

“i love you too” regulus assured him. “don’t you dare forget it.”

“do you want to come back to mine? there’s wine there” james added.

“how could i say no.”

james’ smile widened as they left the restaurant, apparating directly to his block of flats.

“couldn’t you have got us a bit higher? so we don’t have to climb all the stairs?”

without warning, regulus’ feet left the ground as james scooped him up, carrying him to his door on the fifth floor.

“i didn’t mean . . put me down.”

“or what?” james asked, his eyebrow raised. “what are you going to do from there?”

regulus buried his head in james’ chest, unable to hide his smile. he tightened his grip around james’ neck as they sat down on the sofa, breathing in the well-known and comforting smell of his aftershave.

sat across james’ lap, regulus looked down at his boyfriend before leaving a trail of kisses along james neck. regulus paused to undo the buttons of james’ shirt before continuing to his collarbone.

james’ hands found themselves around regulus’ waist, his fingers ghosting over the pale skin.

james opened his eyes as regulus’ lips abandoned his skin for the second time.

“you okay?”

regulus sat quietly for a moment before answering the question carefully.

“i have never been better - and it’s all because of you, so thank you.”

“eugh you softie” james said, pretending to gag. “i- ohhhmph”

james quickly shut up as regulus tugged at a gathering of hair, determined to disprove the nickname ‘softie’.

“i take it back” james amended, gasping as his boyfriend bit his lower lip.

“not a softie” regulus told him between kisses. “that’s what the rings are for.”

“apart from that one” james noted, pointing to the newest in the collection. “that one means that you agreed to spend your life with one person because you adore them, and you’re willing to put up with their flaws - although you don’t have to worry about that part because i don’t have any flaws.”

“is that so?” regulus asked, questioning james’ logic. “well that’s okay with me - i like that one the best.”

james picked up regulus’ left hand, raising it to his lips, which gently brushed over the ring.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you too baby, and d-”

“don’t ever forget it?” james suggested.

“i’m going to make sure you don’t” regulus informed him.

“do you promise?”

“i do.”

“you’re not supposed to say that yet” james told him. “but i appreciate the sentiment.”

regulus leant across the sofa to pick up a pillow, before bringing it hard into james’ face.

“would you just let me tell you i love you?”

“sorry. yes, i’m listening.”

“i love you, james potter, and i am honoured that you chose me to spend your life with, because god knows i don’t deserve someone as generous and kind-hearted as you. and i love you because you loved me when i didn’t even love myself, and because you refused to let me go even when i told you to and because you’re the clumsiest hopeless romantic ever whose warmth knows no bounds. i love you so much, and i’m still working on being good enough for you, but one day maybe i’ll get there, so thank you for staying in the meantime.”

james sat in silence, taking in every word. his hands had moved subconsciously to encompass regulus’ entire body.

“you are good enough for me. you’re so much more than just good. you’re the bravest person i know, and don’t lie to yourself, you’re a hopeless romantic too.”

“am not.”

james grinned, and regulus was forced to concede a smile. he shook his head as james sat up straighter to reconnect their lips, his eyes unable to look anywhere other than the newest silver ring on his hand.

[jeonjk1998]

I can offer you drabbles with a storyline where Jungkook looks after her when she's sick. you can still have a birthday script. Or their joint vacation, hiking in the mountains, etc. you just can't imagine how much I love this couple and you who wrote this! I can’t wait for this next story omgggg😭😭😭😭😭💙💙💙💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋ily

You were laying on your boyfriend’s bed, watching one of your favorite TV shows as you pull the blanket up and wrapped it around your shivering body. You sniff as you grabbed another box of tissue paper from the nightstand before letting out another sneeze which made you sigh. God, you hate it when catching a cold but you also felt kinda relief because you’ve been so busy with your assignments this semester that you rarely got to rest.

You were about to get back watching the TV show when you heard a knock on the door which made you turn around. You chuckle when you saw your boyfriend peeking in as he held the door slightly open to check if you were asleep. His lips curve up into a smile when he heard you, knowing you were still up.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asks when he came in, putting his bag aside before placing his huge hand on your forehead to see if your fever has gone down.

“I’m feeling much better, don’t worry.” You sat up straight to take a better look at him which he then just nodded.

“Oh right, I attended your lecture class for you.” Jungkook said as he grabs his bag and pulls out a notebook. “I’ve marked down all the important parts so you don’t have to go through it again.” He said before he sat down across you before handing you the notebook. “You’re lucky that I’ve taken this subject before.” He smiles when he saw you were at loss for words. You didn’t think that he would actually attend your lecture for you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook...” You were at the edge of bursting your tears out when you saw how attentive he is while writing every detail down.

“Am I the best boyfriend or what?” He smiles as you stare at him with your puppy eyes.

“The best.” You said which made him smile even brighter as you engulf him with a hug. “Thank you.” You murmured before pulling away from him.

“You’re welcome.” He chuckles as he softly caresses the back of your head. “Go get some sleep, I’ll wake you up when dinner’s ready.” Jungkook said which made you frown confusingly.

“You’re gonna cook?” You couldn’t believe what you just heard because your boyfriend is literally the clumsiest person when he’s in the kitchen. The only thing that he is good at is baking. “I mean we can just order out.” You suggested which made him scoffed as he couldn’t believe what you just said.

“Are you challenging me right now?” Jungkook asks, staring at you with one of his eyebrows lifted which made you chuckle. 

“No, I’m trying to be considerate.” You smile, trying not to burst his bubbles.

“Well, sucks to be you then.” He smirks before he stood up and left the room which made you smile as you simply shake your head.

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You woke up when you heard noises coming out from the room as you couldn’t believe how late it was since it was very dark outside. You then sat up from the bed as you grab your phone to check on the time before you got up, feeling much better after taking a nap. You then went out and head over to the kitchen to look for your boyfriend. As soon as you stepped out, you heard music blasting out from the kitchen to the hallway. You smile when you saw Jungkook jamming to one of your favorite songs while preparing dinner for the both of you.

“Oh hey, you’re up already? The food is almost done, go and take a seat.” He said as he turns off the music before grabbing the utensils.

“It smells nice, what are you cooking?” You ask as you simply take a seat down.

“Samgyetang, your favorite.” He smiles as he carefully held the soup and set it down on the table which made you gasped in awe as you couldn’t believe how good it looks. 

After Jungkook has done preparing everything, he then went to sit down beside you as he hands you a bowl of rice before he starts filling it up with all the food he has prepared. Your eyes went widened when you notice his left hand was covered with bandages around his fingers. 

“What happened?” You ask as you quickly grab his hand and take a good look at it.

“It’s just a few small cuts, don’t worry.” He said as he simply shoves his hand away before giving you a reassuring smile. 

“Still, you should be careful.” You mumble, eyes still fixing on his hand.

“Well, you can kiss it better if you feel bad.” He smirks teasingly as he leans closer to you which cracked you into a smile before you shift yourself away from him, ignoring what he said. Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle at your flustered reaction as you grab the spoon from the table before taking a sip of the samgyetang that he made for you. Your eyes light up as soon as you get a taste. You were surprised by how good it tastes since Jungkook never cooks and even when he does, it always ended up in the trash can.

“How was it?” Jungkook asks, curiously waiting for your answer.

“It’s really good.” His smile grew even wider when he heard what you just said.

“Really?” He asks again, doubting the words you said as you opt a quick nod before you start digging in again which made him chuckle as he felt somewhat relief seeing that you liked the food he prepared.

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“Thank you for taking care of me today.” You smile as you hugged your boyfriend while he was cleaning the dishes. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?” You asked as you pull yourself away from him which he then just shakes his head.

“I’m almost done.” He said, rinsing his hand before turning around to take a good look at you. 

“Are you feeling better now?” He asks as he simply tugs your hair behind which you then just nodded since you felt much better after taking a nap. “Good, because you still owe me a kiss.” He smirks as you couldn’t help and get flustered by his words. 

“Well, if you don’t mind catching a col-” You were taken aback when he suddenly leans in and steals a kiss from you, catching you off guard.

“I don’t mind.” He smiles as he moves closer to you, backing you up until you hit the countertop, enclosing you in his huge arms. “So can I get another kiss?”

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Notes: This is a short sequel to my previous fic ‘Fall For You’ and if you want to read it here is Part 1 and Part 2! Also, thank you to the person who suggested this drabble to me and I’m so sorry that my writing skill wasn’t as good as it seems since English isn’t my first language so please bear with me 🥺

[tobesobri]

Nervous

the one where Y/N might be insane but Harry is definitely a shy nervous idiot. (~7k) 

thank you @ anon for requesting this! I tried to do it justice, but I’ve honestly never written Harry this way so 😬hopefully it’s decent. Apart from this being probably the only request i’ve ever done, this is also my first piece of one-off writing i’ve posted in a long time, so I do really hope yall enjoy it as much as I do! Thank you to @fromyourstrulyh​ @aileenacoustic​ & @smokeinherperfume​ for beta reading and just generally being incredible ❤️As always, your feedback, thoughts or just a reblog are super appreciated!!

The busy conversation could not overpower the way the sun felt on Y/N’s skin. Sometimes it burned a little too hot, but other times it felt just right and she found herself basking in it, ignoring all her friends a few times too many. She knew if they were any further inland from the beach, the hot L.A. sun would be completely unbearable, but the breeze that swooshed through the courtyard every so often was enough to make the weather practically perfect. 

She no longer regretted going for one of her summer dresses that had straps and a shorter hemline. Her other options had been one with sleeves or a midi skirt, but either of those would have left her boiling, even if she only had her bathing suit on underneath. The last thing she needed when seeing all her friends again was to be sweating buckets. 

Especially in front of Harry. 

She couldn’t remember when he’d first joined their ever-growing group, but she wasn’t going to complain about it. He was nice to look at, which was just about all she ever did because he wasn't a man of many words. All of their conversations burnt out within a couple minutes. She never had any idea what to say to him because frankly, he intimidated her. All of her friends had various connections to Hollywood, but he was most definitely the most famous person she knew. So knowing what to even say to Harry was a whole other obstacle than just simply being acquainted with him.

But she did like to look at him whenever she could get away with it. Particularly when he was chatting with someone else and she obsessed over the way his dimples went in and out of his cheeks every time he smiled. If she wasn’t staring at his face and admiring the freckles or how green his eyes were in the sun, she shamelessly watched his hands. Whether it was while he articulated them in conversation, or while he picked up his sandwich to take another bite, she couldn’t take her eyes away from them.

She wanted nothing more than for him to just have a normal fucking conversation with her like he did with everyone else.

“Hey.” Mel nudged her elbow into Y/N’s side, forcing her eyes away from Harry for the first time in the past three minutes. “Do you want to share a slice of chocolate cake?”

And for the first time since they’d sat down, something other than Harry piqued her interest. With enough sparkle in her eyes to blind someone, Y/N nodded eagerly. “That shouldn’t even be a question.”

Mel shrugged and looked over the dessert menu again to pick out the right slice of chocolate cake between a plain one, one filled with fudge in the middle, and one packed with triple chocolate--whatever that meant. 

Trev, who sat beside Harry and right across from Y/N, folded his arms and leaned onto the table, “So Mel, how’s it going with that guy, uh… Alan?”

Mel rolled her eyes but kept them glued to her options of chocolate cakes, “It’s Adam.”

“Does it matter?”

Y/N bit back a smile and sat against her seat, waiting for the typical show between Trev and Mel where he let his jealousy spew out like boiling hot lava and made fun of whatever dude she was seeing all because he was too up his own ass to just ask her out. It was entertaining for the whole table, though, and especially for Y/N.

It was then, in the heat of Mel’s insults about Trev’s own miserable love life, that Y/N and Harry shared a glance, and only a glance because it was so quick, she thought she was imagining things. Just the familiar green of his irises burned into her eyelids was enough to know it wasn’t her mind playing tricks on her. She’d been snickering at the two in front of her when she blinked over at him, possibly because he had already been looking at her. As soon as she did, however, within less than a second he’d looked away. She would take it, and the way it made her entire insides feel like they were being electrocuted, and run with it though. He’d looked at her for the first time all afternoon and she just might gain the courage to try and talk to him again. If he would let her of course. 

She thought about their last conversation and how it seemed like centuries ago, but also may have been the reason he hadn’t said a word to her today yet. A smaller portion of their group had gone to LACMA on an off day so it wasn’t as busy. She tried to talk to him about the Diego Rivera painting he’d been standing in front of which he had humorously mistaken for Frida Kahlo. Looking back on it though, she cringed at the way she’d laughed at his mistake because he probably didn’t find it all that funny. He had still laughed right along with her, as his cheeks reddened with embarrassment and he tried to find a quick escape to avoid interacting with her again on their museum trip--which he had done, successfully. 

He knew Diego Rivera from Frida Kahlo, though, he wasn’t stupid, but whenever she was around and he had to communicate with her, he turned into a big dumb pile of mush who wouldn’t be able to tell his left foot from his right. He had never been so fucking nervous around someone in his entire life, and so naturally, he no clue what to make of her.

The bickering between Mel and Trev died down when their waitress returned to take dessert orders as a busboy collected dirty dishes. Although dessert was Y/N’s favorite part of every meal, she found herself pouting at the thought of their afternoon passing by a lot quicker than she expected it to. 

The topic of discussion shifted once the sweets all arrived and suddenly they were all going on about Tiger King conspiracies that Y/N knew jack shit about, but still listened intently as if she did. She asked a dumb question every once in a while, which made everyone at the table groan in frustration. Eventually, though, they got onto more topics she didn’t understand the references to so she gave up. 

Instead, she found herself eyeing Harry’s sampler of various cookies, particularly his painted fingers as he broke off pieces and popped them in his mouth. He had had black nail polish on at some point, but most of it had chipped off by now. The rings he usually wore to excess had dwindled down to just one on his middle finger. She missed them, even though she was sure his poor hands were in desperate need of a break from all the jewelry. His tattoos were on full display now, soaking up all the sun they could after being under long sleeve sweaters all winter. The black ink stood out against his slightly tanned skin, and especially against the red, floral print flowy button up he wore. She felt like it’d been ages since she saw him in something so casual, but they were all headed to the beach soon after all.

“Do you want some?” When she heard his voice, her eyes shot up to his face, realizing she’d been caught. Realizing he was looking at her and speaking to her because she’d been staring at his fucking hands not the cookies.

Since she couldn’t let him know about that, she nodded, “Uh sure.”

She felt even worse about taking a half of a chocolate chip cookie from him when he reached across the table and his poor, beautiful hand collided with her half-full cocktail glass that instantly dumped all over the table. It caught everyone’s attention when the glass broke and quickly Y/N and Trev grabbed napkins to soak up the liquid before it reached their laps while Val saved their plates. 

Harry hid his face in his hands after placing the half of a cookie down on his plate again, utterly embarrassed by himself. “I’m so sorry,” He mumbled between his fingers after dragging his hands down his face dramatically to see the mess he’d made.

“Literally the clumsiest fucker I know, you know that?” Trev said while sopping up the rest of her drink and discarding the used napkins on an empty plate. Val called over their waitress once she was close enough to help deal with the broken glass.

“Can I buy you another one?” Harry asked, his cheeks flushed red when she looked at him again and it was definitely not from the sun. He looked embarrassed and apologetic and she was positive he felt stupid because she knew she would in his place, but it made her sad that he thought any of that when it was just a silly mistake.

Harry definitely would not have minded sinking into oblivion right there and then.

“No it’s alright, wasn’t that good of a drink anyways.” She shrugged, easing his nerves just a tad, but he still felt horrible.

“I’ll pay for that one then.” He concluded, not giving her a chance to shoot him down this time, however. And when the checks came long after Harry’s incident that gave him plenty of time to recover, she didn’t have much say in it either when he snatched up her check before the waitress could even hand it to her.

Y/N could easily pay for herself, but if Harry insisted she wasn’t going to argue. It was his way of feeling better about the situation and she’d leave it be, even if it did bug her that he said he’d pay for her drink, not her entire bill. She kept her mouth shut, however, and just gave him a mean look so at least he knew she wasn’t happy about it, even if she had no intentions to stop him.

She escaped to the restroom while everyone wrapped up, knowing she’d have to go the second she got near the ocean later and she did not want to use the disgusting public bathrooms at the beach. They were always full of sand, salty water, and smelled ten times fishier than normal.

Her confidence was at an all time high when she looked in the mirror, wondering if it had been the sun or Harry to do it to her, but either way it really didn’t matter. She felt like she was on a cloud and like nothing could touch her or bring her back down.

Except, of course, when she walked back out to reality and realized everyone had already made their ways to the Malibu coastline. Sighing, she pulled her phone from her little crossbody bag and walked towards the main entrance. Before she got too far into her Uber app, she glanced up at a familiar shade of bright red floral print standing near the doors and instantly floated back up to the clouds. 

“Did everyone leave?” She asked once she walked up to Harry. He held onto a cardboard box of leftovers in one hand and his keys in the other. His sunglasses, that were previously perched on the neck of his shirt, had made their way to the top of his head, pushing his hair back from his face.

He nodded. “I, um… I didn’t know if you had a ride, or...?” He stumbled and she wasn’t sure why, but it was cute nonetheless, especially since she initially had the impression that Harry would be a little more self-assured than he was turning out to be. That was what she liked best about him though, that he tripped over his words and confused artists and spilled drinks. 

She held up her phone in her hands and smiled, “I’m getting an Uber.”

He furrowed his brows, but she didn’t notice when she resumed picking out the cheapest option on the app to take her down PCH as she maneuvered around him and stepped back out into the warm summer afternoon.

He followed quickly, nearly tripping over himself and then cleared his throat, “Well, um, I’ve got a car.”

She paused, glancing at him over her shoulder while she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What kind of car?” 

He had no clue why she’d asked him that, but given the little smirk on her lips, he had an inkling that if he didn’t have the right kind of car, she’d prefer to stick with her Uber options. What he was positive about, however, was that he’d never liked her more than he did right there in the parking lot as she planned on roasting his choice of transportation.

“Uhm...” He glanced around the lot until he found his car and then pointed it out, “that one.” 

Her eyes fell to a bright yellow, convertible 1972 Ferrari Dino and she tried her best to not let him see the way her jaw practically hit the asphalt beneath their flip flops. Instead, she swallowed, stood up straight, faced him, and put her phone away.

“That will do.”

The surface streets were quiet, even though she’d forced him to put the top down while they drove. They were boring, too. She wanted to throw her hands up and feel the air between her fingers and flowing through her hair. Instead, they were stuck at every single red light imaginable on the short trip it took to get to the highway.

“How long have you had this car?” She asked once they’d stopped again, making herself at home in his passenger seat as she rested her elbow up on the door where the window would normally be if she hadn’t rolled it down the second he started the engine.

“Mm,” He thought, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger while his other hand clung tightly to the top of the steering wheel, enough so that she could see the whites of his knuckles. Was he nervous? Did he not like to drive with the top down? Or did he just not like to drive with her constantly staring at him?

“Couple years probably,” he answered finally while adjusting the radio to turn some music on and she took that as her cue to leave him alone. Maybe he was nervous because he liked to focus on the road while driving and not on her silly questions. 

They got up to about twenty-miles-an-hour now while he flipped through stations, his eyes bouncing between the console and the road. He tuned the radio until she wrapped her hand around his forearm.

“Sorry, I just,” she let go of him after he gave her a look, one that she couldn’t quite read. He could have been mad at her for touching him for all she knew. “I really like this song.”

He moved both hands to the steering wheel as he sat back into his seat. He’d never heard the song before, but if she liked it then he’d leave it on. They drove for a bit longer until he heard her softly singing along and glanced over at her. He’d only meant to look for less than a second, but when she met his gaze, he got a little too distracted. 

Her eyes darted out the windshield and her sudden, “Harry!” caused him to slam on the breaks, luckily just seconds before he managed to rear-end a Honda Civic. He was positive his hunk of metal would have done quite some damage.

“Shit,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair to shift it back into place as his heart raced a million miles.

Then, of course, it was racing for other reasons when he heard her giggling from beside him and once he was done freaking out, he joined in. He was such a fucking idiot but it apparently had made her laugh, so… silver lining?

Once they were on the highway, he no longer felt as tense. The wind from the ocean beside them blew his hair in every direction as he got up to the speed of traffic and she watched his hands as they shifted gears. She let her eyes, and her mind, wander while staring at his tattooless arm and the way the muscles flexed under his skin. It gave her that dangerous self-confidence all over again. 

He heard her seatbelt click and immediately shot his eyes over to see what the actual fuck she was doing taking it off while he was going over sixty miles an hour. An all new reason to be anxious filled his entire nervous system as he watched her, through various quick glances, standing up in his passenger seat with no care in the world about flying out. As if he hadn’t already nearly caused an accident, here she was trusting him enough not to do it again.

Her skirt flew up in the breeze but she didn’t really care too much about that either, and neither did Harry. When she finally managed to peel her hands off the windshield, she threw them up and shouted at the top of her lungs, forcing nothing but a huge cheesy grin onto Harry’s face even though he wanted to pull over and kick her out for doing what she was doing and nearly giving him an aneurism.

She sat back down within seconds though, and his blood pressure settled at a more normal pace when she had her seatbelt secured around herself again.

“Wouldn’t have offered you a ride had I know you were going to do that!” He shouted over the sound of the wind.

“I’m in a Ferrari on PCH, you should have expected it!”

He shook his head at her as he glanced over his shoulder to switch lanes and make his off-ramp. She was fucking nuts. And he was a fucking idiot.

They sat in the parking lot together for a moment, staring out at the ocean, after he put the top up, closed the windows, and cut the engine. She was still coming down off of whatever high possessed her to stand up mid-freeway and he was trying not to act like a complete fool being alone with her again where it was quiet and they weren’t moving anymore. 

“How come we never talk much?” She asked him before either of them could even think about getting out of the car and joining their friends down on the sand.

He stared straight ahead at the waves for a moment as he thought about why they weren’t as close as he wished they were and that it might be his fault. He just never knew what to say to her to not completely embarrass himself. Within the past hour, it was clear he still hadn’t figured it out.

He sighed, “Probably because you stand up in cars and make me nervous.” He didn’t realize, however, how his words would be twisted until she did so.

“Oh, so we don’t talk because I make you nervous?” She teased with a smirk but she clearly had no idea how right she was about that. Or maybe she did have some idea about it. 

Either way, he tensed up realizing he had, yet again, said some dumb shit and went and embarrassed himself again.

“I’m kidding,” she assured when he remained quiet, “I just think we should talk more.” She fidgeted with the hem of her dress and it most definitely did not go unnoticed by Harry. “Then maybe one day you’ll let me drive your Ferrari and you can stand up.”

The breeze dropped several degrees as they walked through the sand to their friends, who were already set up with a few chairs and an ice chest full of wine coolers. It was a nice relief from the burning afternoon sun, but Y/N still regretted not packing a sweater.

As they walked together, someone made a whistling sound at them as if suggesting something had happened with her and Harry between the time it took them to get from the restaurant to the beach. It made him uneasy when everyone looked at them like they were amidst a walk of shame, and even more so when he glanced down at her to his side to see she was also slightly uncomfortable. 

“What took you two so long?” Trev asked the second she and Harry reached their little set up. Everyone was already either taking their clothes off to run into the ocean, or securing their spots in the warm sand, nursing a bottle or two of alcohol.

Y/N squared her shoulders, “Harry almost caused an accident.” 

His head whipped towards her so fast, he was sure he pulled a muscle in his neck. It was one thing for her to know about his dumbassery, but everyone else didn’t have to be in on it too. 

A couple of their friends giggled, making Harry scratch at the back of his neck nervously, shaking out his curls and hoping they didn’t all think he was the biggest imbecile alive for not knowing how to drive a car like that. Especially since he did know how to drive, his brain just didn't function the way it was supposed to when Y/N was around. 

“Or maybe,” Trev leaned in suggestively glancing between the both of them before settling his eyes on Y/N, “Harry finally won you over with his Ferrari.”

She scrunched her face, trying to figure out what the fuck Trev meant by finally? Harry never tried winning her over at any point in the past. Hell, before today she had been afraid that he hated her, wondering tirelessly what she did to get on Harry Styles’ bad side. 

When she glanced at Harry, she was relieved to find that he seemed just about as confused as she was. So it was just Trev being a slimy asshole as per usual.

She rolled her eyes and shoved Trev’s shoulder as she walked past him, eliciting an overly dramatic response as he held his shoulder like a ginormous baby and called her a bitch under his breath.

Both Harry and Trev watched as she lifted her dress over her head, tossed it and her purse into a chair full of other people’s clothes, and flashed Trev her middle finger while she glanced over her shoulder at him. Before she ran off to the water, however, her eyes found Harry just in time to see the way his eyes flickered back up to her face. She smiled knowingly at him just before taking off, hoping his gaze would find its way to her backside again as she did so.

And frankly, her bathing suit didn’t leave too much to the imagination. It was all held together with strings that could come undone with just a single tug from Harry’s hands. Her bottoms were definitely cheeky and her top… Harry should not be looking.

But he was, he constantly found his eyes gravitating towards her as he sat beside Trev on land while she played in the water with the others. He also found his fists clenching whenever one of the other guys in their group got a little too close. He should also not be jealous. 

“You know,” Trev began, sitting back against his seat and resting his wine cooler on his knee, “we all know you’re infatuated with her…” Harry turned to look at Trev like he was insane, “except for her of course. Probably because you act like an idiot around her and she thinks there’s something seriously wrong with you.”

Harry really couldn’t disagree. He did act like he only had a handful of brain cells sometimes, but in his defense, he didn’t do it on purpose. He had no clue why he couldn’t operate properly whenever she was around. No one had ever done that to him, not a single person he ever found remotely attractive turned him into a helpless ball of nerves the way she did.

Sighing, Harry stared out at the horizon through his tinted sunglasses and mumbled grumpily. “Maybe a little bit.”

“Knew you were too good to be true,” Trev teased, assuming Harry was referring to there being something seriously wrong with him rather than being maybe a little bit infatuated with her.

Harry shook his head with an exasperated smile on his lips, “You’re a cunt.”

“Listen man,” Trev sat forward again, taking a swig of his drink, “She’s fucking insane sometimes, but if you like her…” He shrugged.

“How insane is she, exactly?” Harry asked, although he already had an inkling given her earlier actions in his car. 

Trev snorted out a laugh, “Not like that. She’s just like… I don’t know. Does crazy shit. She was the first one to jump off this huge ass cliff when we went diving a few summers ago.” Trev reminisced fondly before laughing again when he recalled something else Y/N had done. “She got drunk off her ass at New Years and did a handstand in the middle of Gasolina.”

Although Harry didn’t know what Gasolina was, he still imagined how fucking hilarious that party must’ve been. She was the good kind of crazy, he assumed, not the kind that might chop off his fingers in his sleep.

“Besides, all she does is work and hang out with her dog.” Trev added, leaving Harry to wonder profusely about what kind of dog she had. He considered a dachshund at first, but maybe a chihuahua was more her speed. 

“Anyways,” Trev sighed, settling into his seat again, “I just think you should stop acting like a twelve-year old and ask her out if you like her.”

Harry’s brows furrowed again, “Maybe you should take your own advice.”

He watched as Trev’s eyes landed right on Mel, who had her arms around Y/N’s shoulders as they descended further into the ocean, and he sighed even deeper this time. “That’s way more complicated than the two of you.”

He never would have offered her a ride, no matter how much he liked her, when she’d first came up from the water and threw her dress back on. She was a wet, hot mess for a long while until they all packed up after they watched the sun set and it started getting dark. There was no way he was leaving her there to wait for an Uber by herself, however, once they’d gotten everything packed up into the back of Trev’s Jeep. 

Not that she was pulling her phone out to scroll through the app or asking anyone else for a ride. 

So, she wound up in his passenger seat again, staring at the sky as it mixed through various shades of peaches and purples until it turned a dark blue color and the stars started coming out as he drove. They listened to some oldies station while heading north on PCH and she never stopped looking at how beautiful the world was around her, especially the part of the world that sat right next to her as he drove silently with his sunglasses on top of his head again. He was cute when he focused, she thought.

When he reached her driveway, she really didn’t want him to leave yet. She’d even considered taking him the long way to her house and hoping he wouldn’t notice just to spend more time with him. She stared up at the stars still while they sat idly in her front yard until she looked over at Harry with a smile and he met her eyes curiously.

“Do you wanna meet my dog?”

She shivered as she closed the door behind Harry, locking it before returning her attention back to him. Seeing him planted into the familiar backdrop of her house felt weird, but it also swelled her stomach with a million butterflies.

“I’m gonna change real quick. The living room’s through there,” she pointed and he followed, “you can make yourself at home.”

While she disappeared up the stairs, he wandered hesitantly, removing his shoes before he walked onto the carpet in her living room. He sat down in the corner of her loveseat, taking in all the surroundings. Her house was nice and he thought about what she did for a living, trying to remember if it had ever come up in conversations before. He didn’t get too far lost in his thoughts and his wandering eyes when there was a sudden bang on the back door behind him followed quickly by loud and incessant barking.

When he looked out the windows that faced her backyard he realized she did not, in fact, have a dachshund or a chihuahua. She had a fucking pitbull.

Possibly even more fitting, and slightly less scarier than the chihuahua. 

“Sorry,” she ran in the living room just then, in a pair of lounge shorts and a loose-fitting long sleeve, and went straight to the back door, “I promise Patrick’s not as mean as he sounds.”

“Patrick like… from Spongebob?” Harry asked as she unlocked the back door to let him in.

She grinned like Harry was the first one to automatically get the reference without her having to explain it, “He was a little bit dumb as a puppy.” She shrugged and opened the door and the tan-colored pitbull ran straight towards Harry, jumping on the couch and into his lap like they were already the best of friends.

Patrick got about ten licks to Harry’s poor face before Y/N got a hand in between and tried pulling the stubborn dog away. She apologized again and even though Harry assured her that it was okay, he still seemed highly uncomfortable. When she moved, hoping Patrick would stop molesting Harry with his tongue, she’d been horribly wrong and he went back in for more and Harry was far too polite to do anything about it himself besides making feeble attempts at pushing Patrick away awkwardly.

So, instead, she ran around the couch and pulled him off of Harry, squeezing herself between him and her dog. While Harry wiped off his face, she turned toward him once Patrick had settled down, “I swear he’s trained, he just… forgets boundaries sometimes.” She said the last bit through her teeth, directed specifically at Patrick while petting the dog on the head. He just continued to stare past her at Harry, panting and wagging his tail.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” Harry assured her again. He really didn’t mind. Maybe a little, but it wasn’t the end of the world to have too much attention from a dog. Especially if it was her dog. 

It was quiet for a moment before she perked up like she’d just remembered something, “Oh, do you want something to drink? I forgot to ask before.”

Harry didn’t really want her to leave just yet, but on the other hand, he desperately wanted her to. He could feel the nervous sweat on his forehead and his clammy hands and he just needed a moment to collect himself. So he nodded, “Sure,” and she bounced back up onto her feet and left him alone with Patrick.

While Harry had successfully wiped the sweat from his face on the back of his shirt and his hands on his jeans--and cupped said hand over his mouth to check his breath-- Patrick scooted right up to Harry’s side, curled into a ball, and rested his head on Harry’s lap. Which was the exact sight Y/N returned to moments later with a couple glasses of water in her hands.

“Guess he likes you, then.” She laughed lightly while handing one of the glasses to Harry and sat down on the other side of Patrick. It was a gap bigger than the one between them previously, but Harry was okay with that. Maybe he’d stop sweating so profusely from just being in her presence. 

They were quiet again, but not for too long that it ever got awkward. Harry was sure, at this point, that Y/N was a professional at avoiding awkward silences with the way she said the most random shit right out of the blue. 

“Do you like stand up?”

He looked at her like he had no clue what the fuck she was talking about, but in hindsight he should have known. In the moment, though, when she caught him off-guard, he literally could not fathom in his brain what she meant by stand up. So he just shrugged and mumbled, “I guess?”

She didn’t seem to notice his enormous brain fart when she reached forward to grab the remote from the coffee table a little too excitedly. And once she turned on Netflix and searched for John Mulaney, it clicked in his head. Maybe Trev had been right. Harry might just have something slightly wrong with him.

He’d never personally seen any of Mulaney’s stand up, but he’d heard the name and when Y/N mumbled that he was one of her favorite comedians, that’s all he needed to know about the guy. Harry would sit through hours of his stand up if it meant spending more time with her.

John Mulaney had already gotten a few giggles out of Harry within the first five minutes of The Comeback Kid and every single time it happened, Y/N glanced at him proudly as if she were the one telling the jokes and making Harry laugh.

She felt even more full of herself when John’s punchline about exes came seven minutes in and Harry nearly laughed his entire ass off at, ‘Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents needs to die.’

Actually, she was certain he’d done some damage to his body when Harry laughed so hard that he held a hand to his stomach, doubled over on the couch and choked on his own spit. She tried not to laugh at his reaction as she sat forward and grabbed his glass of water off the coffee table to hand it to him.

Her movements caused Patrick to get up and jump off of the couch, settling for a cool spot on the hardwood floors to stretch out on as he panted. Harry sipped on his water until he could breathe properly again.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him, “the dick jokes get me every time too.” Although she intended for it to make him feel better, his cheeks just burned twice as hot from the way she said dick so nonchalantly. 

“Are there more dick jokes then?” He asked.

“There’s always more dick jokes to be made.” She confirmed, making him chuckle again. “So you’ll stay and laugh at them with me?”

He wasn’t sure at what point she’d gotten so close to him on the couch, but when she laughed and he felt her shoulder shake against his own, he quickly tensed up. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her closer, he just didn’t want to act like a complete fool again. And his reaction to just her touching his shoulder was enough to tell him foolery was on the horizon. 

He also wasn’t sure when it became a given that he was staying to watch all of the John Mulaney specials on Netflix with her, but he wasn’t complaining. As long as he got to hear her laugh and imitate some of the jokes and weird voices John did, he was happy staying exactly where he was all night and, in fact, when she announced they’d burned through all of them, he was disappointed. 

Even more so when she flipped the TV off and he wondered how much longer until she planned on saying goodbye and then who knows how long until they’d see each other again. 

It was quiet, apart from Patrick’s snores, but not for long. 

“I’m sorry I stood up in your car and made you nervous.”

He turned and met her eyes and she was very clearly not sorry about it, but he didn’t want her to be either. “S’alright.”

They stared at each other for a moment while he thought about what else she was going to say, if anything at all. But he should have known better than to assume she didn’t have anything else up her sleeve.

It was just that the next time she spoke there wasn’t the perpetual cute little grin on her face. Instead, she met him with a frown. “To be honest, Harry, I kinda thought you hated me before today.”

He scrunched his face, absolutely detesting that she ever thought that at all. “I don’t hate you.” He said it like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

She tilted her head to the side while she looked at him and then gave him a reason why it wasn’t that ridiculous of an assumption on her part. “Then why do you always avoid me?”

He felt bad about the way he acted around her, especially since she had the wrong impression about it. He didn’t avoid her, he just didn’t know how to talk to her when he always acted like a neanderthal around her.

Sighing, he shuffled a bit in his seat as the anxious sweats really made themselves known. “You were right when you said we don’t talk because you make me nervous.”

She grew more confused by that, “You’re literally Harry Styles, how do I make you nervous?”

He shrugged, “Been trying to figure it out myself.”

Although he’d been avoiding her gaze like the plague, sure that he’d never be admitting any of this to her while looking right into her eyes, she still smiled sweetly at him. He was Harry fucking Styles, who got up on a stage more times than she could imagine and sang in front of thousands of people, but she made him nervous.

She took him off guard again. “Are you seeing anyone right now, Harry?”

His eyes quickly panned to her, wide and puzzled by her question. “No… wh--”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish after she’d gotten the only answer she wanted out of him and suddenly she was a lot closer than she’d ever been. In fact, there was no longer a single gap between them as she reached her hand up to his jaw and pulled his mouth down onto hers. Even though he didn’t know how to react at first, feeling her on his lips, his brain swelled with all the good kinds of chemical reactions and he kissed her back, wiping his hand on his jeans again before he touched it to the side of her face, cupping her cheek in his palm softly.

Normally, he’d be the one making the first move, but he didn’t really mind it being the other way around with her. Who knows if they ever would have gotten to this point if they’d waited for him to make the first move, after all. 

He definitely didn’t mind it when she swiped her tongue across his lower lip and positioned herself into his lap. His head had fallen back into the cushions while she straddled him and got a little too carried away, but, again, he didn’t mind it. He fed off of her energy until he was slipping hesitant hands down her waist and on her backside, making her moan into his mouth that both felt and sounded like heaven. 

Heaven. He was in heaven and this completely bizarre angel was in his lap, making out with him on her couch and rubbing herself all up on him in ways that were so very unheavenly.

Neither of their dopamine infused brains registered the sound of Patrick’s collar when it was vastly more important to focus on the way she giggled around his mouth and how his tongue felt swirling around with hers. 

However, when he jumped up on the couch beside them and began licking Y/N’s face, she snapped back to reality for a moment. Pulling away from Harry with a whine, she sat back on his knees and wiped the slobber with the back of her hand while she stared over at Patrick.

“Can I help you?”

Patrick did some whining of his own while he dug his paw towards her, begging for attention. So she gave it to him, petting his head and scratching his ears while Harry watched, still very aware of his hands on her hips and her free hand leaning on his shoulder.

“Crazy dog,” she muttered mostly to herself while Patrick laid down next to them.

“Like his owner,” Harry teased, mostly just to bring her attention back to him.

It worked too as she pinged her eyes back to Harry as fast as humanly possible and faked offense, “You think I’m crazy?”

“You asked me to meet your dog and then somehow hooked me into staying for three hours to watch John Mulaney specials and then completely out of nowhere… ended up here.” He nodded his head down at their current positioning with her still perched on his lap.

It took her a moment, but she fully realized what she had done soon enough. And once she did, she was quick to apologize. “Shit, Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to--”

Before she managed to get much further away from him in failed attempts of removing her foolish self from his lap, he grabbed hold of her wrists and brought her hands up to either side of his head, pulling her as close as she’d been before with just an inch or so gap between their lips this time.

“I think that’s why you make me nervous,” He admitted softly and after glancing between both her wary eyes, his gaze landed on her lips just moments before he stretched upwards to meet them with his again. 

They fell back into place completely, except this time, she’d gone as far as to undo all the buttons on his shirt while she made out with him on her couch. Once it was open and she had full range of his chest, she pulled away from him again and watched his body rise and fall quickly as he caught his breath. She traced her fingertips over his butterfly tattoo, and like magic formed a few of them in his stomach while he watched her through heavy eyelids. 

When their eyes met again, she smiled excitedly. “Does this mean I can drive your car now?”

[catzula]

A deal with the devil.

Warnings: Swearing, its 4,5k words (I'm sorry someone teach me how to write something smaller than at least 2k)

Pairing: Bakugou x fem!reader

Genre: pure fluff

A/N: I have one more Bakugou fic after this cuz if it’s not apparent enough I’m a baku simp, but after that I have one shinsou and todoroki ask so bear with me and my simping a lil longer pls, what else, uhhh, enjoy!

Synopsis: you want to learn to ride a motorcycle and Bakugou is the only one that can teach you. And if you thought convincing him to teach you was hard, you'll see it's worse when he's actually teaching you.

"I want to learn how to ride a motorcycle." These were the words that caused everyone in the room to stop whatever they were doing and stare at you.

"What?" You asked, feeling uneasy under the stern gazes of your friends. "Why is everyone staring at me?"

"We're just waiting for you to tell us it was a joke," Mina answered your question, chuckling awkwardly as the girls shook their heads in unison. You gasped dramatically, shocked at how little they trusted you. "I'm not joking, I'm serious!"

This led to another awkward silence, and it was Mina, once again, who broke the silence. You were hoping for at least a few encouraging sentences -something along the lines of you go girl!- but rolled your eyes at her when she said, "Sweetie, are you sure?"

"Oh my God!" You groaned. "Of course I'm sure. Why isn't anyone supporting me?" You looked at your friends expectedly, but their expression didn't change.

"Oh, it's not that we're not supporting you- we're just worried and don't think... You should be doing it." Momo said with a cute smile, probably hoping you to smile back and drop the subject, but you pouted. "Momo, that's exactly what not supporting means."

"Y/N, you know we love you and will support you at everything,” Ochako stated, but before you could even smile she added, “but, we're concerned. You know you're kind of... a little too clumsy.” Girls nodded as she carried on. “Actually, you're the clumsiest person I know!" She had one of her pretty, cute smiles on her face as she said the last sentence, and you almost wanted to laugh at how her upbeat attitude while calling you clumsy made an interesting contrast.

You scoffed. "Oh, come on. I'm not that clumsy."

"Oh, but you are." Mina stated, "you're not only clumsy, but you're also really... How do I say this-" she snapped her fingers as she remembered the word she was looking for, "unfocused, and you literally have no idea whats your left or right is." She muttered the last sentence and the girls giggled.

"What?!" Your face scrunched with confusion and at the insult you didn't even understand. "What does that even mean?" Yeah, what did that mean? Yeah, you did daydream quite a lot, and zoned out almost constantly, a little too much to tell the truth too, and though you did know your lef and right, you kinda did just mix them once in a while-

"Ooh." You said, understanding why they were so worried, and what they meant. You had to give them credit, you riding a motorcycle wasn't safe...  But still. You wanted to learn, and nothing could make you go back from your decision.

"Yeah, I see your point, but still. I want to do this, and I'll ask Kiri to teach me. I know he rides a motorcycle, and he's pretty good at it too! I'm pretty sure he can deal with my- whatever it is I have."

Your friends shot you a worried look, but they were familiar with your stubborn personality and knew you would do whatever it takes to learn it.

You stood up to find Kirishima as you rehearsed your speech in your mind. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even realize the door was closed, and you walked right into it. "Oh, fuck." You mumbled under your breath, trying to ignore your friend's giggles.

As you walked out of the room, you kind of understood what unfocused meant.

~~~

"Kirishima, please!" You whined, you felt a weird urge to stump your feet on the floor like a little kid but kept yourself from doing so.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but I haven't been riding it long enough to teach anyone. Especially not you."

You gasped in an (overly exaggerated) shocked way. "Shoot me, it'll surely hurt less." You were trying to make him feel a little guilty, but you knew he was right. "I'm sorry, I really am!” He said, feeling bad when you looked at him like he just slapped you. “But uhh, you could try your chance with Baku? He was the one who taught me too, after all."

"Yeah, like Bakugou's ever gonna accept to teach me. Not even you would teach me, one of the nicest guys I know, let alone him!"

"Eh," he said with a toothy grin, you saw his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. "Shoot your shot. Maybe if you catch him in a good mood, you can convince him."

You pouted. Did Bakugou even have a good mood? Well, he did actually, but only when he beat the shit out of Izuku in training lessons. Other than that, he rarely even smiled.

"Yeah, I guess I'm gonna ask him. Thanks for your help, though." You said, half sarcastically but he didn't catch it. "Yeah, no problem!"

You exhaled the breath you didn't even realize you were holding. You weren't only hesitant because of, well, Bakugou being himself, but also because you had the biggest crush on him.

It was weird, really. You hated that you had a crush on Bakugou, and by doing so, you hated him too, but even that didn't prevent you from having a crush on him.

But you knew how he was the worst type of person to have a crush on, and you also knew he didn't even like you the slightest, the moment you met. So you decided it was the best to stay as far as you could from him and acted like you weren't, well, amazed by him.

He didn't make it hard either, and you didn't even know why you liked him so damn much. But you did, you were just thanking God Bakugou was such an insufferable person, so it was easy to hide your feelings as you could act like you couldn't stand him.

You realized you were in front of his dorm room, and you panicked since you didn't even plan what you were going to say, but you thought it would be better to just go with the flow this time. You gathered up your courage and knocked on the door. When the door opened, you thought you were going to go deaf from how loud your hard was beating. The door opened, and your gaze met the crimson eyes. You opened your mouth to say something as a little smile tugged on your lips-

The door shut in your face.

"Who was it?" You heard Denki's voice from the other side of the door. Bakugo tch'd as he answered, "Some extra I don't have time for." You couldn't say that didn't hurt, but you proceeded anyway. "Hey Denki, it's me, (Y/N)!"

You heard some shuffling voices coming from the room as you heard Bakugou's harsh voice. "If you open the God damn door, I'll blast you in-" The door opened as you saw Denki, the biggest smile on his face. "(Y/N)! Just the person I wanted to see."

He pulled you in a tight hug and hugged you even tighter when you tried to get away from him. "Get a fucking room. I don't care which one, but just stay away from mine." He mumbled as Denki snorted.  It was obvious they were studying, and you felt bad for interrupting it.

"Bakugou, you don't have to be jealous." His eyes widened as he growled frighteningly. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU-"

"Anyways, why are you here?" Denki asked to you, ignoring the fuming guy behind him. You were sure ignoring Bakugou was not the right thing to do, but you went along with it. "Oh, I just have to ask Bakugou a... Favor." You eyed him for a second. Was he in a good mood? You didn't even notice Denki exiting the room, leaving you two alone.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Probably not. But no going back now, you told yourself.

"I- I, have a favor to ask you." You said without meeting his gaze.

"No." One word made your head snap up, your eyes looking at his, now almost as angry as him. "What?! You didn't even hear what I have to say!"

He shrugged. "I said no. I don't do favors, nor do I have time for you, or whatever it is you want." He leaned up and was about to exit his room, but you gathered your courage, the words leaving your mouth almost in an angry tone. "I want to learn how to ride a motorcycle!"

His legs froze in their place as his body turned to you, his red eyes now angrier than ever. You didn't know why he was angry, but again, he was always angry. "You wanna what now?"

"I want to learn to ride a motorcycle." You said, this time a little calmer. "No." The word found its way out of his mouth once again.

"Oh my God, Bakugou, can't you at least think about it?" You stood up, now facing him. His shoulders so broad, muscles so defined, his face so- no, no, no, you had to concentrate.

"I thought about it, and my answer is no. What even made you think I would teach you?" Well, you had to give him credit, it was near impossible to convince him to do anything for anyone, but for desperate situations, you had to take desperate measures.

"Bakugou-" you said, your anger had disappeared, leaving it's place to sadness, desperation, and humiliation. His eyes a little surprised to see you so calm all of a sudden, you bit your lip as you forced yourself to beg him."Please... Please teach me, because no one else can! I- I'm begging-"

"Shut up." He said without letting you finish your sentence, and you couldn't help but feel relieved, you couldn't bear the thought of literally begging him, and once did his anger help you.

"Why would I do it? What could you offer me back?"

Now that was something that didn't even cross your mind, well on your defense, you didn't even think you would come this far! So you acted without thinking.

"Anything you want!" You realized your mistake almost the second you said the words, but you couldn't go back now. The smirk on his face made you feel uneasy.

"Now that's a deal." He said, his smirk still lingering on his face. "Come here tomorrow at 5 pm. One minute late and the deal is off."

"And Bakugou?" You said a little nervously. "What do you want back?"

This time his smirk made you feel straight-up terrified. "I'll hold on to it for a while, I'll let you know when I decide what I want."

Damn, this was a bad idea, wasn't it? He wasn't a predictable person, and now you gave him this power, the kind of power you would feel afraid giving to anyone, let alone to Bakugou. He knew you, knew how much you valued promises, knew you would go drastic measures to hold a promise you made. So now he could even make you murder Midoriya, though you doubted it, you were sure he would rather kill the green-haired boy with his own bare hands. But still, he could make you do anything.

***

"You know you're the last person on earth that should be learning how to ride a motorcycle." He said as he looked at you angrily. "If you continue to zone out like that, I'm not letting you get on the motorcycle."

For the last 30 minutes or so, he was talking about each part of the motorcycle, and it was only normal for you to zone out, he was your crush for God's sake, and this was all so boring. "Okay, I'm sorry. Can we just... Ride it now? I'm sure I'll understand it better while I'm on it."

"What kind of stupid logic is that?" He said but stood up nevertheless. Your eyebrows furrowed when he sat on the bike and turned the engine. "What are you doing?"

"Did you think I would let you get on it alone? You're sitting behind my back first." That sentence shouldn't have made your heart beat faster, your cheeks redder, but it did anyway.

You sat on the engine, the motor roaring under you, making you feel excited, the caramel and spicy smell coming from the man in front of you taking your breath away, making you imagine things you shouldn't. Your hands rested shyly on his shoulders, his spiky hair, surprisingly soft, touching your hand.

"Hold on to me like that, and you'll be on the ground the second we leave." He said, and you had to bring your head closer to him to hear what he said, your lips almost touching his cheeks. When you didn't move, he rolled his eyes and wrapped your arms to his waist, making your heart beat even faster. You could feel his abs underneath your hands, which made your cheeks burn, and you were so grateful he couldn't see you right now.

Without even telling you he started the engine, you almost slid on the asphalt, which made your hands grip him tighter, your whole body leaning on his. "There's nothing to be afraid, dumbass." He said, feeling your tight grip.

It took you a few seconds to get used to it. It was an incredible feeling to go this fast, feeling the wind and smelling everything around you. You still tightened your grip on him every time he took a turn, but he was riding it so smoothly, you felt... Safe.

You always felt safe around him, anyway.

Without even realizing what you were doing, you leaned your chin on his shoulder, his hair tickling your face, the smell of caramel making you dizzy and you tried to etch this moment in your mind, knowing you probably won't get a chance to be this close to him ever again.

When the engine died beneath your legs, you felt a bit sad because it ended but smiled nevertheless. "That was amazing."

His chest puffed with pride, and a smirk found its place on his face. "What'd you expect?"

"Death, if we're being honest here." You said, which made his eyes narrow.

"So, my turn?"

***

“I said left!” He screamed. “This is the third fucking time you mixed your left and right! How can you even do that?” He had screamed so much, you were worried about his voice. “I just mix them, okay?!” You answered, making him even angrier.

Having Bakugou as a teacher was hard. But then again, having you as a student was probably harder.

Everyone who told you that you weren't focused enough was right. You did zone out a lot, even -and especially- while riding, which ended with you almost dying more than you could count. But Bakugou could count, and boy was he pissed.

Once when you took the sharpest turn because you zoned out and almost tossed in the wall, you knew Bakugou was going to kill you, if you didn't kill yourself first, of course. Apparently, he was thinking the same thing.

"Oi! If you have a death wish, tell it to me beforehand, and I will do it for you!" He practically screamed, his red eyes now bright with anger resembling flames.

"I'm sorry I just-"

"Don't fucking apologize! Focus!" But how could you focus when he was this close to you, looking deep in your eyes and damn did he smell good. "Yeah, sorry." You mumbled.

"One more time and I'm done with this shit." He threatened before getting away from you. "Yes, sir!" You joked, but he rolled his eyes, probably begging God to save him from you. "Look, while taking turns, use your lower half. You have to bend your hip the way you're turning so it will turn smoothly."

His eyes may have lingered on your hip a little longer than necessary.

A few hours full of almost- deaths and heart attacks past, and both of you were tired. The sun was setting, and you felt hungry, you were pretty sure he was also starving.

"So um, thanks for today. I'm kind of tired, but would you like to eat or something? There's a noodle place close enough and-"

"No." Ugh, he loved that word, didn't he?

He wore his helmet, getting ready to go back to the dorms. When you were in front of him he put your helmet on your head, his touch surprisingly soft and light.

"Thanks."

"Shut it." A long, awkward silence lingered in the air as he sat on the motorcycle. "Now, where's this noodle place?"

You couldn't hold your smile in.

~~~

It was a smooth ride, you noticed how his hips moved every time he took a turn, his body moving as if he was a part of the engine. The setting sun painted everything in red and orange tones, and it was so pretty that it took your breath away.

When you were in front of the noodle place you climbed off the motorcycle, but your legs were so shaky you couldn't find your balance and would have fallen on your knees if Bakugou hadn't hold you.

"Tch, can't even stand on your legs?"

You stuck your tongue out, acting like a child, but you didn't care. You were just happy he tagged along with you to eat.

You found a booth, he was sitting across you with a look on his face you couldn't quite understand but chose not to say anything. The whole meal he was so quiet it made you worry a little, at the very least, he was the loudest person you knew and him staying so quiet for such a long time was against his character.

When you both finished your meals and got ready to go back to your dorms, the silence went on, but you just couldn't bring yourself to ask that one question that was occupying your mind. Are we going to do this again? It wouldn't be a shock if he called quits after today. 

It was only until you came back to the dorms he broke the silence. It was such a stressful ride for you that you couldn't even enjoy the chilly night and the caramel scent coming from him. 

He looked at you as he shook his motorcycle gears off of him. "The noodles were okay, I guess." 

Your eyes widened as a giggle bubbled in your chest. So that was what he wanted to say first? You couldn't help but snort, earning a glare from him. "What the fuck is so funny?!" His anger seemed to fuel your laughs even more since you felt like your tummy was going to explode from laughing so hard. "I'm sorry- It's just..." You couldn't even talk and he finally tch'd. "Whatever, just shut up already."

"Okay,” you said, breathing deeply, “I'm good now." He didn’t say anything so you felt obligated to break the silence. "So, thanks for today- for everything. For actually bearing me and taking me as a pupil takes the first place, though." You said jokingly, and he rolled his eyes. "You're not that bad of a student I guess." You gasped as an answer to that. "The Bakugou Katsuki complimenting me? I must've died sometime today." 

He rolled his eyes once again -either he had a serious eye problem you didn't know of, or he just couldn't stand you- but this seemed like it was his 100th time today. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don't get used to it, dumbass. You won't be hearing any more of them the other lessons."

"Wh- What do you mean by the other lessons?" With this, his crimson eyes snapped up, looking at you with an unreadable expression. "Are you that dumb that you thought one lesson was enough? Or is it that you can't stand me so much that you would rather not ride a motorbike?" He tried to hide his hurt by looking mad, but you saw it either way.

"No! I would love you to teach me more! I just thought you would've just given up after... today. I know I'm not a good student, and you don't have time for- what was it again?" You snapped your fingers. "Extras."

He ignored your remark, he was looking at your face like he was searching for something but looked away when he saw you looking at him too. "I don't do anything half-assed. Even if you're a bad fucking student, if I told you I'll teach you, I'll fucking teach you."

That was an odd way to motivate someone, you thought, but it worked anyway. So you smiled at him and went back to your dorm, without even realizing the effect your smile had left on the angry boy.

***

You had to admit, it was a long week. Meeting with Bakugou every day after school, learning a new skill was harder than you had thought, but you secretly wished for it to never end, either.

"Can you focus for like three seconds?" An angry voice fumed behind you. "What are you thinking about anyway? This much dreaming is not healthy, you know." You decided that telling him that you were thinking about him wasn't a good idea, so you just smiled. He had brought water for the two of you, and you accepted it gladly. You hadn't even realized how late it was until then. 

The sky was a dark purple, the stars were shining brighter than ever. When Bakugou saw you looking at the sky, he scoffed. "It's getting late, wanna go back?" You shrugged, though you didn't want to go back the slightest. When you didn't say anything, he opened his water bottle.

You couldn't stop yourself from watching him drink the water -rather aggressively, too- how his adam's apple moved, his eyes fluttering with the feeling of the cold liquid going down his throat. You gulped at the sight, feeling your cheeks warming, and you drank the cold water in one go, to at least get rid of the warm feeling that was growing in your chest. 

You were so focused on the task of figuring out what the hell was this tingling sensation that went through your body every time he touched you, or why your heart beat faster he smiled so subtly, you didn't even realize Bakugou was watching you too, thinking the same thing as you.

Bakugou crushed the plastic water bottle in his hand, making you flinch with the sound, and once again focus your eyes on him. You didn't understand why he was angry now, but you stopped trying to do so after the first day. You were about to ask him what was wrong but stopped when you heard Kaminari's voice. 

He had a cheeky grin on his face as he walked towards you. "Hey, Y/n!" You smiled back, relief washing over you. "Hey, Denki! What's up?"

He shrugged. "Nothing, kinda missed you this past week, and when I saw you guys here, wanted to come and say hi." You could feel Bakugou getting angrier with every passing second, but you decided not to notice. "Oh, I missed you too." You answered when you heard Bakugou scoff, which caused Denki to giggle. "I guess I'll see you at the dorms tonight, it's getting late, though." He said as he started to walk away. 

You shrugged, staying up late with Denki was what caused you to have a non-existing sleep schedule. "Sure." You answered before turning your back at him and facing the now angrier than ever Bakugou. "So, you and Dunce face, huh? You guys a thing?"

It took you a second or two to understand what he meant, but when you did, your eyes widened, cheeks now beat red. "Oh, fuck no!" You exclaimed without thinking. His eyes widened at the curse that found it's way out of your mouth, and you thought this couldn't get any worse. "I- I mean, I love Denki, just not that way- and I got surprised when you..."

You stopped talking when you saw a smile on his face, which grew and grew until it was a full-on laugh. It was the weirdest thing, hearing Bakugou laugh. But as you watched him -in awe- as he laughed, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking that he should laugh more. It just suited him so much, how his body bent forward a little as he laughed, his eyes narrowing and almost hiding the bright red orbs. 

"That was the best fucking thing ever." He said after he calmed a little. You had started to laugh with him too, though you didn't think anything was funny, you just couldn't help yourself from laughing when he laughed. 

His eyes found yours, and you shared a look that lasted longer than it was supposed to. 

"Bakugou I-"

"Y/N, about the-" 

You both had talked at the same time, making you giggle. "You first." You said, and he snorted. "Of course me first." Okay then. "Remember the promise you made? About doing anything in return for me to teach you to ride a motorcycle?" 

You fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable with the topic. "We did have that deal, yes." He laughed at your reaction, his crimson eyes softer than you had ever seen him. You didn't know what was causing your heart to beat so fast, was it the dark sky creating a weird, romantic aura, or was it his eyes looking at you that way?

"Then I want you to do something." Why was he looking at you like this? You couldn't understand what his gaze meant, but it was so different from his harsh, angry look that you just couldn't look away. 

"If you ask me to go kill Midoriya, I'm not doing it." You answered, and he rolled his eyes. "Can you shut up for a fucking second? I'm trying to ask you out here." 

Your eyes widened, bigger than he had ever seen them, as you choked on your voice. "You what?!" 

"You fucking heard me." He scoffed, but you could see the fear in his eyes. "As your part of the deal, I want you to... Go on a date with me." He looked at you expectedly. "Or kiss me, whatever pleases you." Bakugou smirked as you punched his arm, face burning. 

"I would love to go on a date with you." You smiled, and he grinned as he tried to hide his relief. "Of course you'll go on a date with me, you promised after all." 

"Worst deal of my life." You said jokingly, but he stopped walking suddenly. Maybe it was a little too early for those jokes, you thought and tried to fix it. "I didn't really mean-"

"And you'll not go meet Dunce face tonight for whatever the fuck it is meeting for." You rolled your eyes, scoffed as you started to walk. "Oh come on, Bakugou, no need to get all jealous now."

"Jealous, my ass." He muttered, but he swung his arm over your shoulder, just in case.

[simpfortetsu]

chapter 03: first is the worst

speedwalking out of the cafe, in hindsight, was probably not the best idea. it was always super busy, and you should have expected someone to be walking in when you were walking out. and of course, they hadn’t been paying attention either. which is how on your first day of college you ended up covered in coffee. the person who ran into you apologized profusely, but you were too upset about your coffee to care and if you hadn’t continued on you’d be late for your first class.

but luckily you had this class with kuroo, which meant you could steal the sweatshirt you knew was in his bag. when you entered the lecture hall you felt as if all eyes on you, and you tried your best to keep your composure walking up to your best friend who was cackling away.

he had picked you a spot that was in the almost dead center of the rows of seats. it wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t your favorite as you preferred to sit towards the outside of the seats so you could get in and out easier. but alas, he had to make it more difficult for you and more embarrassing, having to walk in front of all your classmates with your upper half drenched in coffee.

“i literally hate you,” you spoke, as you reached down into his bag. he raised an eyebrow as you pulled the sweatshirt over your head with a huff.

“i haven’t even said anything yet yn. and it isn’t my fault that you’re the clumsiest person i know,” he spoke with utter sincerity that only pissed you off even more. so you turned to hit his shoulder, but upon going to do so the professor cleared their throat to gain the attention of everyone that was settling into the class.

the class went by rather quickly, but you were too frustrated with how your first day was going to have taken notice that class was coming to an end. and that someone was approaching you. kuroo bumped your shoulder and you blinked, looking at him before he motioned to where a boy with grey hair and a lopsided smile stood. he was attractive, to say the least.

“uh hey, i just wanted to apologize about earlier. i wasn’t really paying attention but i should have been. but uh, i got you this to hopefully make up for running into you.” he placed a coffee onto the corner of your desk and you just looked up at him before it clicked. he was the reason you had been having a shit morning, even though you probably should have been paying attention as well. “oh, i’m sugawara by the way. sugawara koushi. hopefully i’ll see you around soon, but i promise i won’t bump into you.” with that he made a small wave, and turned to leave with the rest of the students that were filing out of the lecture hall.

you looked back to kuroo who was just as surprised. “well then. this shitty day just got a little less shitty,” you said to him and grabbed the coffee. without even thinking you took a drink only to choke at how hot the drink really was. you had definitely burnt your tongue.

“ah yes. he even left his number on the cup,” kuroo spoke with such ease, as he turned the perpetrator of your burnt tongue so that you could see a set of numbers scrawled on the side. as you both started to pack your things, he spoke once again. “you know what they say y/n. first is the worst.” and you couldn’t have agreed more, in hopes that this was only a first day type of thing and not first year.

a/n — i’m so sorry for the wait y’all 😩i’ve been very low on motivation because of school. but i have a four day weekend so i was able to get this up even tho it’s not my fav. it’s kind of a filler/starting to get the story rolling. i hope y’all enjoy! please let me know what you think & if you want to be added to the tag list 💗

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[lovely-renard]

Hey! If you're able to do mine, i would be forever grateful!

Pronouns: she/her

Fandom: haikyuu, preference: boy

About me: I'm a Scorpio and an INTJ. People would describe me as quiet or reserved and put together in the sense that i appear to have my $h*t together ( i don't lol). I have bad RBF, but once I get close to people and when I'm with my friends, I'm literally the clumsiest person ever and loves to laugh at the dumbest things. I'm also very caring a protective of those i love. It takes a lot to anger me so I'm pretty laid back and chill. My hobbies would include watching anime, cleaning/organizing, studying and kickboxing. My fashion style is leaning towards minimalistic. I like to wear neutral colors, but primarily black and i love to wear gold jewelry. Since I do wear glasses they also have to match my outfit. Also, i love to collect sneakers! It's hard to describe my music taste but i I'm currently in a R&B phase with my favorite artist being Keshi and favorite song would be Easy by Mac Ayres. Other things about me are that I'm Hispanic so i speak both English and Spanish. I'm short/average(?) height. And just a fun fact about me is that my eyes are two different shades of brown, one being dark brown and other being light brown.

Thanks!

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I match you up with ... Suna Rintaro ♡

Your relationship song : Sweater Weather (The Neighbourhood)

“I’m hungry” you state, watching one episode from your favorite series on your bed.

“When are you not?” Suna drily replies, eyes locked on his phone.

It may be 2AM, almost 3, but none of you are asleep. Maybe because of the 4-hour nap you took with him this afternoon or maybe it’s the fact that your stomach begs for food but you can’t sleep yet. Not that it’s a problem, since tomorrow is a day off for both of you.

“I’m hungry” you repeat, staring at him so he could take a hint.

“Well, go to the kitchen and make yourself at home.” Suna offers you, not even looking at you.

You sigh, crawling under his arms and straddling his waist, preventing him from looking at his phone.

“You don’t understand Rin. I’m hungry, as in ‘I want to go to the convenience store with you and buy something to satisfy me stomach’.”

He cocks his brow, lips not moving an inch before he whines and let his phone fall on the mattress.

“But I’m comfortable here. Plus, it’s cold outside and I really don’t want to leave… Can’t you just take something from the down there?”

You smile mischievously, dragging the “o” of your “no”. Suna sighs, knowing he’s already lost the battle. But really, how could he say no to you?

“You’re a brat.” he grumbles.

“Yay! Thank you my Rinnie!”

“Call me that again and I’ll lock you out.”

“You would never, you love me too much.” you tease him, bopping his nose. He scrunches it, eyes challenging you.

“Careful, or I'll do it for real.” he mumbles while standing up, tossing you one of his sweatshirt and putting on some grey pants before grabbing his keys.

That’s how you know that, even if he says otherwise, Suna obviously cares and loves you with all of his heart.