#love when a messy bun does the thing effortlessly

[skinreflectsthesun]

Blue jeans, white shirt, walked into the room yanno you made my eyes burn 🤍

[roseandpeaches]

Girl Dad Gyu - Hair

No warnings, just pure fluff. Mingyu is a stay-at-home dad and an amazing girl dad.

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Mingyu sat on the floor, surrounded by an array of hair accessories - clips, bows, and hair ties. He looked at his daughter, who was sitting in front of him, babbling happily and grabbing at the colourful items.

"Alright, Minju, let's see what we can do with this hair of yours," he said with a smile, reaching for a hairbrush.

Minju was barely a year, but boy, could she grow a lion's mane. He wasn't sure if it was something she had inherited from his wife or him, but he knew he had to do something about it. "Just get her a haircut honey," the mother of his child said. He had told her how he didn't want to take it the easy way. He'll need to learn how to handle their daughter's hair in the future anyway - the mere thought of his chubby baby growing got him choked up, but he continued strategising his mission.

Mingyu had taken it upon himself to buy all the hair accessories for Minju. He had even picked up a nice baby friendly hairbrush though his wife had already gotten one when they were preparing for their daughter's arrival, 'All good things comes in two,' he had rationalised to himself. It's fine. Surely, his wife can't be mad for having one extra comb. Right?

As he brushed her soft hair, he realized that he had no idea what he was doing. He had never been the best at styling his own hair, let alone someone else's. But he was determined to figure it out for his daughter. He refuses to find an easy way out. Minju hated going to the salons. Every time the hairdresser approached her delicate head, she'd show off her great set of lungs. Who knew a cute chubby thing like her could let out a mighty cry, loud enough for everyone in Seoul to hear?

Mingyu started with a simple ponytail, using a pink hair tie to hold it in place. He stepped back to admire his work, only to see that the ponytail was lopsided and messy. He groaned, "The tutorial says to do it this way, Minju-ya, why isn't it working?" His daughter, who was oblivious of her struggling appa, was preoccupied with sorting out the colourful hair bands between her chubby legs. At least that's what Mingyu thought she was doing.

He sighed and tried again, this time with a clip. But as soon as he let go of her hair, the clip fell out, and Minju grabbed it, putting it straight in her mouth. Mingyu chuckled at the sight, realizing that this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. He gently pried the clip off her mouth, she had protested but she hadn't protested too hard. It didn't taste as good as it seemed anyway. It was hard even. Minju frowned, her bottom lips stuck out mirroring her appa.

Mingyu had tried different hairstyles - braids, pigtails, and even attempted a messy bun - but nothing seemed to be working. He had gone through millions of tutorials at this point. "Your eomma does it so effortlessly. Surely I can do it too, right, Minju?" Minju just blankly looked at her father. She shoved a bunch of butterfly clips to him instead.

After several failed attempts, Mingyu decided to take a break and sit with his daughter, who was now playing with the hairbrush. As he watched her, he realized that it didn't matter if her hair was styled perfectly or not. She was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He picked her up and held her close, smiling as she giggled and babbled in his ear. Mingyu knew that there were more important things than being good at styling hair, like being there for his daughter and making her feel loved and supported.

As he put Minju down to play, he looked at the mess of hair accessories and laughed. "Maybe we'll just stick with the messy look for now," he said to himself.

Mingyu may not have been a hairstyling expert, but he was a loving father who would do anything for his daughter - even if it meant embracing her messy hair.

Later that day, his wife got home and trimmed their daughter's hair herself. Her mother, being an angel and her salvation, Minju had complied easily. In fact, she had stayed put in Mingyu's hold. "Told you this would be easier," chided his wife. He could only pout.

Author's Note: I might start a series of shorts like this based on Mingyu being a girl dad. I have a few in my drafts just waiting for an edit.

[thoughtsafterdark]

Veni, Vidi, Vici

She exists, breathes, quirks her neck to the side, thinks, breathes. Breathes. Breathes. Soft air escaping baby pink lips like a moan, floating away and away. Her breaths are the kind you dream of. The deep contended sighs that carry you to sleep on a soft bed, toes burrowing into cold sheets. The peach haze memory of flaring nostrils in the backseat of your parents car on a late night trip when you were 3, the sound of rain pattering on the roof. The weight of your mother's arms around you as she carried you to bed. The comforting voice of your father in the next room.

And I think to myself, oh to be dead. To slash at my jugulars and pour myself all over her. To bathe her and tarnish her, pale white gooseflesh turned red and sticky, thighs matted together. To lie dying and festering at her feet, to rot and fill the grove with heat as her tears water my grave. To feed the nightcaps and worms until my nitrates become sweet nitrogen and at last she can breathe me in too. To be on the inside of her chest, rising and falling like the rolling tide. Pillowy and graceful like that of a swan. To mark her and paint in her a tapestry of indecency. An insult to the virgin goddesses she reminds me of. To love is to destroy. To collapse a wave function. We cannot see without touching, touch without seeing. Our hungry hungry eyes grow teeth.

She sits against windowsills, legs tucked underneath her, making notes, sipping coffee. I take her in before she notices me and the cold glass silence around her breaks. She is so gloriously mundane it exerts a kind of regal stillness. Her hair is chocolate brown, tinged with bronze. Like salted caramel on my tongue. Like straw spun to gold by cursed princesses in tales of old. She ties it into an effortlessly messy bun, stray strands framing her face, she is running late but is still put together. She is organised chaos. She is that girl. The one we all wanted to be, with the alarm and the watch and the bag and the car, the sports captain who eats pizza over the sink by the window. The one men want and we are meant to hate. She is voyeurism made flesh. She exists to be seen, a walking wet dream.

What kind of monster am I, who loves like a man. The way Orpheus loved Eurydice. Faithless and desperate.

She is steely moonlight across a grey green plain. Tendons and muscles gleaming, lithe and strong and leaping. Teeming with ichor. Amber eyes burning with resolve. Leather bow and quiver hitched over a shoulder as she glides across creaks, crouches in the underbrush. Nimble as a doe, fierce as a lioness. The huntress with the unforgiving gaze and the unwavering arrows. The one who skewers men and whispers to wildlife amongst the pines. Who nurses a tender and loyal heart. Artemis the eternal maiden, voice of the wilderness and protector of the young.

As I sit here on another grey drizzling morning in the hum of traffic I wonder if you remember. The sound of splashing water and girlish laughter, tangled limbs in freshwater lakes, honey sweet kisses like freshly pressed olive oil and figs. The crunch of red earth between toes and the hard rock cliffs at Ephesus, the glittering aquamarine of the Aegean below as we run and chase and hunt and spar until the copper tang burns our lungs.

I look at you now as you drive and I know that I would clutch at your putrid corpse and tell it stories of my pain, until my mother and comrades dragged you from me until I dragged your murderer three times around his own city until his father begged me for mercy until they mixed our ashes and laid us to rest on the hill.

Do you see it with the clarity I do? Our story already written? I know how this will end, as it has a thousand times before. But I wait for you every morning anyway, on the curb we've agreed on. I get into the car, I watch you drive. And every day I lose a little more of myself to the thing we will become .

[sunshinebingo]

A flirty meet-cute in the garden leads to Elain's trip to the library.

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Here is Part 2 of THIS ONE EVEN BLOOMS by @vikingmagic33. I love the 1st part of this fic and I can only hope that I did a decent job with my part. Thank you @azrielshadowssing. Participating in the Writing Circle is always so fun.

Don't forget to check out Part 1 of this fic here and the Acotar Writing Circle Masterlist here for more amazing fics.

Read this chapter on Ao3 here

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Gwyn was, in fact, in over her head. So much that she found herself at the River House two weeks later, right after her morning training, with a dying bromeliad in hands and in search of the one who had gifted her the plant. She hadn’t harmed the plant on purpose. She had done everything as instructed and did not even understand what was wrong with it. But she was very glad for the excuse to seek Elain out. Hopefully she would not be disappointed in Gwyn for not being able to keep one of the plants alive.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” she said as greeting to Elain when she found her among the flowers at the back of the house.

“Gwyneth,” the middle Archeron beamed at her. Elain was not wearing any hat today since the sun was not very high yet. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun atop her head with loose strands falling to brush her face. Gwyn wanted to reach out a hand and brush a strand aside like the last time.

Elain stood and wiped her hands directly onto her yellow dress. From the look of it, that dress was probably reserved for the garden. Elain looked effortlessly pretty, as usual. There was a delicacy to her that Gwyn had always found charming about her. She was like one of the colourful flowers of this garden. Beautiful and thriving in nature. She seemed at peace among her treasured plants.

Gwyn lifted the bromeliad to show it to Elain. “I think I killed it.”

Elain walked towards her and took a closer look at the plant in her hand. She touched the wilting leaves, inspecting the plant like a healer would an injured patient. “I see,” she finally said. “Come with me.”

Without asking any questions, Gwyn followed. They walked inside the garden shed and stopped in front of a table with lots of pots, bags of soil and other gardening tools. “You must think I am terrible at this,” Gwyn said as she handed the bromeliad to her. She had the reflex to hold in the small gasp that threatened to escape her lips when their fingers brush. But Elain did not. Gwyn watched the blush that started to spread on her sun-kissed nose. Her eyes travelled to her cheeks and her lips next.

Elain’s small laugh pulled Gwyn’s eyes back up to her eyes. “It’s alright. Overwatering is a common mistake,” Elain said with a smile that brought Gwyn’s eyes back to those beautiful lips.

Gwyn watched her intently as she de-potted the plant and put in a new pot with new and drier soil. While she worked, Elain explained everything she was doing and why. Whenever she stopped, Gwyn asked more questions, just so Elain would keep talking about her passion. She was even more radiant than she was when directly in the sun. She realised then that the middle Archeron did not always look this bright and happy when in the presence of her family. Perhaps the plants that she loved so much understood her more. Perhaps that was why she loved them so much.

A longer strand of hair escaped Elain’s bun and fell right into her eyes. This time, Gwyn could not stop her hand from reaching out for it. She twirled the curl around her fingers gently before pushing it aside. Elain turned to look at her with those wide doe eyes of hers. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Gwyn blurted something out to make the situation not look awkward. ‘’Would you like to come to the library sometime?’’

Gwyn internally shook like a leaf. ‘’To see the other plants I mean,’’ she quickly added, hoping to smooth things out. ‘’To make sure I am not serial plant killer.’’

Elain laughed for a moment. ‘’I would love to,’’ she replied excitedly. Then she cleared her throat. ‘’To see the plants of course,’’ she added more calmly.

Gwyn smirked at her. ‘’Only to see the plants then?’’ she asked with much more cockiness than she had intended to. Am I turning into Cassian?, Gwyn asked herself.

‘’I suppose you are good company too,’’ Elain replied in a tone that seemed bored. But Gwyn saw the mischief in her eyes and the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Maybe the little flower was not as delicate as she had thought. Maybe she was less of a bromeliad and more of a snapdragon; graceful yet full of surprises.

‘’Are you busy tonight?’’ Gwyn asked before she could second guess herself. ‘’Unless you need to stay with your family and –‘’

‘’Tonight,’’ Elain interrupted, ‘’would be perfect.’’

‘’Good…great.’’ Gwyn would have felt pathetic for her poor choice of word had her heart not started racing in excitement. She felt like she had swallowed the butterflies that flew among the flowers in the garden behind them.

‘’Great,’’ Elain echoed.

As soon as Gwyn was back at the House of Wind half an hour later, after a flight with Cassian where she almost dropped the recovering bromeliad, she rushed to her room in the dormitories. She kneeled down next to her bed and pleaded to the House for a favour harder that she had ever prayed to the Mother.

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Elain gaped at the sight before her. The reading nook that was tucked between two massive shelves, filled with books that seemed older than Prythian, was so different compared to when she had been here the last time. Gwyn had explained to her that no one used this area since the shelves contained books that had been discarded after new editions had been written for all of them. Hence how she had been able to adopt the space as her own and turn it into her personal working space. But tonight, it looked nothing like somewhere a researcher would sit down and work.

Various faelights were strung around the shelves, making the space look like it was illuminated by the stars and making Elain realised that night could be so beautiful indeed. The plants she had gifted her were all carefully placed around the small space, each one exposed in ways that made them stand out in their own way. The bird’s nest was placed on a small table with two books beautifully displayed next to it. The snake plant was next to a pile of cushions on the floor where Elain imagined Gwyn reading her smutty novels in her free time. The spider plant was placed on an empty shelf with a string of faelight hovering around its base. The bromeliad that she had tended to this morning was in the centre of the round table which was draped with a white sheet. On that table was also two plates of food, two glasses and a bottle of wine.

‘’Don’t tell anyone,’’ Gwyn whispered behind Elain as if afraid that someone would hear her secret, ‘’but I stole the wine from the temple cabinet.’’

Elain bit her bottom lip and looked up at the pretty redhead. ‘’I won’t if you don’t tell anyone that I stole another one from Rhysand’s collection.’’

At Gwyn’s puzzled expression, Elain opened the bag she had in hand to take out the stolen wine. This one probably cost more than everything Elain had ever possessed combined if the High Lord kept it in his private collection.

Gwyn’s laugh immediately filled the space and illuminated it even more. ‘’At least now we know that we are both naughty like that.’’ Heat bloomed in Elain’s cheeks when Gwyn winked after her statement.

Before Elain could think about the heat building inside her and concentrating between her legs, Gwyn took the bottle from Elain’s hand and walked to the table. Elain shook her head, her loose hair swaying with the movement and followed her.

‘’Won’t we get caught by your boss?’’ Elain whispered.

Gwyn only shrugged. ‘’Everyone has already retired for the night after the usual early dinner.’’

‘’Then why are we whispering?’’

‘’Oh,’’ Gwyn said louder, as if only realising it now. Then she laughed again. ‘’Come. Let’s discuss plants and all over dinner.’’ That was the exact reason that Elain had given Rhysand when she asked him to winnow her here tonight.

‘’The house has kindly provided food for us,’’ Gwyn explained as she pulled the chair for Elain. Everything about this seemed more like a date than anything else. But it was not. Of course. There was no way Gwyn would be interested in Elain. Right? She seemed like the type to fall in love with someone like herself. Someone who could throw punches and wield daggers and also sit down with her, reading endless books to find vital information for the court. A warrior with a heart of gold.

Elain released a sigh and settled into her seat. Soon they both fell into an easy conversation. It started with talks about plants at first, with Elain telling Gwyn of all the ones she wanted to add to her garden. It was refreshing to have someone to talk about her passion. Unlike everyone else, Gwyn seemed to be genuinely interested in what Elain was saying. Elain also learned that Gwyn’s curiosity extended to more than her research for the library and the court.

In turn, Elain listened to Gwyn talk about her training, her work and her complaints about the haughty witch she had as a boss. Elain almost choked on her food when Gwyn mentioned that dealing with Merrill was probably worse than wiping Amren’s ass.

The more they drank, the more they talked, the more Elain found it hard to not stare at her. Gwyn’s face and neck was slightly flushed. Her teal eyes were sparkling from the wine and something else. Elain had only let herself wish that it was because of her. But then the lovely redhead reached out a hand over the table to tuck a curl behind her arched ear.

‘’It was right in front of your beautiful eyes,’’ Gwyn said when she started to slowly pull her hand away. Perhaps Gwyn was flirting with her. Perhaps she was delusional. But she was tipsy enough to bath in the delusion.

Before she could pull away, Elain grabbed her hand and held it firmly in hers. ‘’Thank you,’’ she said slightly breathless. ‘’What would I do without you.’’

‘’You would eat your hair.’’ And they erupted into a fit of laughter.

‘’Maybe I should be around you more often to prevent that from happening,’’ Gwyn added when they finally stopped.

‘’And maybe I should be around you more often to prevent you from committing more plant murder.’’

‘’Well at least the poor thing got me an excuse to come see you,’’ Gwyn’s devilish smile somehow made the space seemed smaller and hotter.

Elain slightly tightened her grip on their intertwined hands that were now resting on the small table between them.

‘’I am glad too.’’

They shared a smile as their eyes locked onto each other. The faelights started to slowly dim around them. Elain didn’t know who moved first but their faces were suddenly inches apart. Her hand felt sweaty and her face felt hot. A heat that was spreading like the rising sun throughout her whole body. The brush of their noses made her shiver. Elain closed her eyes, impatiently waiting for one of them to close the distance between their lips and –

‘’What is this?’’ someone asked behind them.

[ymijeansblog]

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[bastetwastaken]

29. „Are you…trying to flirt with me?” for puzzleshipping. Something silly and funny :)

Oh silly and funny, my brand.

Here's a little AU type thing, Yugi and Atem have been friends for a long time, they're close but Yugi wishes they were closer. Lucky for him, so does Atem.

You know the drill, there's so much fluff and stupid romantic bullshit in this bad boy.

Thanks friend, I hope you have a wonderful day <3

They’d been friends for what felt like an eternity, they knew each other so well. He knew how Atem was feeling just from his body language, and could tell what he was thinking from a look. 

Atem could do the same with him, it was like they were two halves of one person sometimes. One was very rarely seen without the other and they knew everything about each other. 

However, there was one thing Atem didn’t know about Yugi, and that was that he was hopelessly in love with him. 

He’d realised this exactly four months ago to the day and he still had to find a way to tell his best friend what he was feeling…but that would change today. He was sure of it. 

It had taken him a while to talk himself around to doing this, but now he was finally ready. He would take Atem to the arcade, somewhere they always went together, then they’d go for food and drinks and hopefully that would be the time when Yugi would spill his feelings and just pray it didn’t make things awkward between them. 

Yugi knew Atem had boyfriends in the past so that wasn’t what was holding him back…no, he was holding back because he was scared Atem wouldn’t feel the same and it would ruin the close friendship they had. 

But he had to say something.

It was eating him up inside to keep his feelings secret and the reward, in his mind, far outweighed the risks. 

He always took pride in his appearance, but today he wanted to go just that little bit further. He’d picked out his nicest clothes, done his hair a different way and applied his makeup with extra care and now he was on his way to the arcade.

He had no idea what to expect from today, but he was trying to keep himself calm even though he could feel his heart pounding with every step he took toward where he was meeting Atem. 

When he turned the corner he felt a smile creep onto his face, he saw Atem standing outside the door to the arcade and he looked amazing, just as he always did. 

Yugi took a breath as he walked up to him, reminding himself to stay calm and not get ahead of things. Atem looked great, but that didn’t mean he’d made an effort just for him. Atem always wore nice things, his hair was always perfect. 

Atem spotted him and waved happily, a smile on his face and Yugi felt his heart skip a beat. Oh he could feel himself getting flustered already, it was going to be a long day. 

He couldn’t believe that Atem could make a messy bun look so good but he always did. Atem had a way of looking like he wasn’t making much effort but really he put a lot of time into getting ready, he just carried it off so effortlessly. 

“Hi.” He said happily once he was close enough. 

"Yugi!” Atem said, reaching out and pulling him into a quick hug. Yugi had learned early on in their friendship that Atem was a very physical person, and he really didn’t mind that at all. 

These moments gave him an opportunity to be close to Atem, to hold him closer and just enjoy the closeness for a while. Atem stepped back and looked him slowly up and down. 

"You look nice, I wish I'd made more of an effort." Atem said, gesturing to himself awkwardly. 

He blushed at the words and the way Atem looked at him. 

"Um, you look perfect as you are." Yugi told him. Atem laughed quietly. 

“Thank you.” 

“Anyway.” He said awkwardly. “Shall we?” He gestured to the arcade and Atem nodded. 

“I’ve been looking forward to today.” Atem told him as they walked through the games, looking for the one they always played first. 

“Really?” He tried to keep the surprise out of his voice but he might not have been successful judging by Atems' amused smirk. 

“Of course.” Atem leaned closer and bumped his arm against Yugis. “We hardly get to spend time together…you know, just you and me…” 

He glanced at Atem curiously. He was acting differently today, something about him felt off but he didn’t know what that was exactly. Maybe Atem felt awkward with it just being them. 

Atem was right, they never really spent much time together alone, they’d usually be out with their other friends but today was just them. Yugi made sure of it. 

“I’ve been looking forward to it too.” He said, stopping at the game they both loved most. 

Atem smiled shyly at him then sat down at the console, waiting for Yugi to sit next to him. Atem felt so different to be around today, he always carried himself confidently, but today there was a hesitation in his actions, just a little uncertainty in the way he looked at him. 

They played through the first and second games without speaking much other than to insult each other playfully as usual. In the third game to decide a winner Atem moved closer to him on the bench, his thigh pressed to Yugis as he leaned into him. 

“I thought you were above playing dirty.” He scoffed, shoving Atem playfully. 

“Oh, you’d know if I was playing dirty.” Atem told him. “I’d be sitting in your lap by now.” 

Those words were ones which he really didn’t need to hear right now. His head was already spinning from having Atem so damn close to him, he didn’t need that mental image too. 

He lost and Atem laughed as he leaned against him again. 

“I hate you.” Yugi said, but his voice held no malice. 

“I love you too.” Atem said casually, laughing again when Yugi pouted and looked away from him. 

A hand against his cheek was not what he expected and he jumped at the contact, but Atem pulled him gently to turn back to face him and oh god they were so close together. 

Yugi didn’t think he breathed for a full minute as he looked back into Atems eyes.  

“I’m sorry.” Atem said, his words a little breathless.

“It’s okay.” He said quietly. 

Atems hand slid down to his jaw then his fingers trailed lightly over his neck as he moved away and Yugi was back to not being able to function. He had no idea what had just happened, but Atem was moving away from him, standing up and waiting for him to do the same. 

He managed to walk to the next game without falling over, which was a surprise with how weak his legs felt right now. 

They spent an hour playing games together and Atem never got as close to him as he did on the first game again… he was a little disappointed but also glad in a way because at least it meant he could keep his thoughts somewhat on track. 

They decided to go for drinks before food at the bar in the arcade. Yugi waited at a table for Atem who insisted on buying their drinks first, promising Yugi could get the next ones. 

When Atem returned to the table he surprised Yugi by sliding into the booth next to him instead of sitting on the opposite side of the table. 

“Sorry, we don’t have to shout over the music this way.” Atem said by way of explanation. 

“It’s okay.” He said, sipping his drink quickly. 

“You’ve done your makeup differently today.” Atem said after a moment. 

“Oh…yeah.” He smiled at him, trying to ignore how Atem was sitting close enough to him that their legs were pressed together again. “I wanted to try something different.” 

“It suits you.” Atem said. “Although, you always look amazing to me.” 

Yugi stared back at him blankly for a moment, his brain trying to catch up with what Atem had just said. 

“Um, thanks.” He said. “That means a lot from someone who looks good in whatever he wears.” 

Atem laughed and looked away from him shyly. 

“I’m glad you think so.” Atem said as he looked back at him. “Your hair too…” Atem paused and reached out to him, brushing a piece of hair away from his face, soft fingers brushing his cheek and making him blush. “You… look really nice.” 

Atem pulled his hand back quickly as if he’d just realised what he was doing and dropped it into his lap to join his other. 

Yugi couldn’t help but think Atems actions had some deeper meaning. He was a very tactile person, true, but he’d never touched Yugi in this way. He hadn’t ever leaned against him so much, sat so close…

His brain supplied him with the conclusion that what Atem was doing was very similar to how people acted when they were interested in someone romantically and he tried to brush away the thought but then he realised that he was right. 

Maybe…

He looked at Atem who seemed uncharacteristically nervous and he smiled. 

"Are you…trying to flirt with me?" He asked. 

"Um…" Atem looked down at the table then back at him, a shy smile on his face. "Well…yeah?" 

"Oh." 

"If you don't want me to, then just say.” Atem said quickly. “I just…you look so nice and well- you always look nice, obviously, but today you’re more…you and,” He sighed. “I’m fucking this up aren’t I?”

Yugi had been staring at Atem in silence through his rambling, having no idea what to say or if he should say anything at all but now he laughed quietly and shook his head. 

“You’re not fucking anything up.” He said, smiling at Atem as he reached out to place his hands over Atems and stop him fussing with the rings on his fingers. “You’re doing great.” 

“You’re too kind.” Atem sighed. “Okay, I’m trying to tell you that I like you as more than a friend and I’m really hoping you feel the same way but if you don’t then that’s totally okay, obviously-”

Yugi moved forward, pressing his lips to Atems before he even realised that he was thinking of kissing him. It seemed like a really good way of shutting him up and stopping him rambling, and he was right. 

Atem froze for a moment and he considered pulling back, that maybe he’d gone in a little strong and he should have just spoken to Atem instead of acting on his feelings but it was too late now. 

He was about to move away, but then Atem relaxed against him, returning the kiss lightly, hesitantly, and he could no longer think properly. 

They could have been kissing for a minute or an hour, he wasn’t really sure, but when Atem moved away he knew that he wanted more. 

“I’m hoping that wasn’t just a friendly kiss.” Atem said softly, his hands gripping Yugi's tightly. 

He laughed, shaking his head and looking down at their joined hands. 

“I don’t kiss any of my friends.” He said, looking back at Atem who was smiling softly at him. 

“So that was…” 

“I feel the same.” He said. “I’ve actually spent the whole day trying to work out how to tell you.” 

“Well now I wish I’d waited for you to say something.” Atem laughed, then he moved closer, resting his head against Yugi’s shoulder and relaxing against him. 

He smiled as he moved his arms to hold Atem, allowing himself to lean into him more than he usually would and hold him properly.

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Batfam Favorite Outfits:

Dick:

A sleeveless crop top and joggers. Or a crop top with work out shorts. Or he’ll go topless with either pair of pants.

Basically either little clothing, or light, thin clothing. He’s pretty comfortable with showing skin. It’s one of the things he and Kori have in common.

He and Steph wear the brightest colors out of all the family members so usually they go shopping together.

Shopping with Steph has resulted in him having at least two rompers.

Babs

A nerdy t-shirt with a loose knit cardigan and high rise jeans.

She also usually wear zip up combat boots bc 1) they look cool and 2) fuck actually tying your shoes.

Babs always has a variety of glasses, right now her favorite are the rounded thick framed glasses with a turtle shell pattern.

Recently Steph got her into scrunchies and now Babs always has one.

Jason

A button up shirt with his favorite dark red sweater and gray pants, or nice jeans.

Honestly he wears they stereotypical lit nerd outfits.

He does really like being a bit dressier even in daily wear because it makes him feel more put together.

He usually carries a messenger bag with two books he’s currently reading, one of his all time favorite books, a notebook, some pens, first aid supplies, and a spare domino.

Tim

Tim has three favorite outfits for three different settings/frames of mind.

1) The CEO: a dark gray double breasted slim-fit suit with peak lapels. He usually wears this with a wine colored tie that Steph got him.

2) The Skater Kid: A t-shirt with ripped jeans, a bomber jacket (or flannel shirt), and vans. He’s always carrying his camera when he’s dressed like this and usually has his skateboard.

3) The Leave Me Alone Unless You Have Coffee: Hello Kitty PJ pants that Steph got him as a joke, one of Kon’s shirts, one of Dick or Jason’s hoodies, green lantern fluffy socks, and dinosaur slippers. His hair is always in a messy, half undone bun and he’s usually looking at a case file.

Cass

Slim high waisted double breasted dress pants, a collared, white, silk shirt, heels, and gold jewelry.

As she’s become more well known by the public Cass has developed a reputation as being extremely fashionable.

She and Dick have done several magazine covers together and are both known as fashion icons.

According to one article “Cassandra Wayne is the epitome of a modern woman. She effortlessly combines classic and contemporary to create jaw dropping looks that have fashionistas everywhere raving.”

Steph

Steph loves to wear yoga pants and Jason’s t-shirts. Bc of this Jason is constantly running out of t-shirts

She also loves rompers, like if she wants to look cute she goes for a romper. She loves them bc they bc she could kick someone’s ass in one without accidentally flashing people.

One thing Steph loves about being close with the Wayne’s is dressing up for galas. It’s not something she wants to do constantly but getting the chance to wear insanely fancy dresses every once in a while is super fun to her.

One time Bruce bought her a Cinderella style ball gown and she almost cried out of pure excitement. Then she punched Bruce and threatened to give him frosted tips in his sleep if he told anyone that she teared up.

Duke

Duke used to just be a t-shirt and jeans guy but as he and Jason have gotten closer he’s started to mimic his older brothers style.

Right now he like to wear a button up shirt with a cardigan and dark wash jeans.

His favorite cardigan is a yellow button up that Jason gave him.

He’s almost always wearing converse, they’re just his go to shoes.

Damian

Damian used to only wear dress pants and nice shirts (outside of training ofc) because Talia was strict and said his clothes should reflect his status.

But after becoming friends with Jon he started to loosen up and wear clothes that he actually wanted to wear.

Nowadays his favorite outfits consist of joggers, a plain v-neck, and a pair of Adidas.

Another outfit that he loves but will never admit to loving is a pair of joggers, Adidas, and the ‘High School Musical’ t-shirt that he stole from Jon.

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For @abdefgijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

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Your last headcanon about Isabella and Bruno was so cute 🥺 do you have any more for their relationship?

Isabela my BELOVED she’s my favorite I love her so much

• Once it really sunk in her that her tío- the man who had read to her when her mama was out, who cheated at hide and seek with his gift and made her all huffy only to make her giggle and forget why she was mad in the first place, who would carry her around town on his shoulders and keep every single flower crown she would weave around his forehead -was really and truly the sad and disheveled looking man standing before her, Isabela snatched Bruno up in a crushing hug to rival Luisa’s strength and buried her face into his chest to cry as he rubbed her back and mumbled “It’s me, Isa, it’s me.” until she had calmed down again

• Isabela tried to be mad about him disappearing out of the blue and for a while it worked, she managed to keep a cold shoulder with him for at least two minutes whenever he came around, but his explanation combined with her crushing nostalgic love her him eventually dashed any anger or hatred that tried to form 

• Once the dust settles, the house is rebuilt, and the magic is restored, Bruno does make an effort to try and reconnect with Isabela, a thing that’s easier said than done. Adorable little Isabella tan bella has gone and grown up into a beautiful young woman and the same goes for her interests, having changed a lot from when he last remembers her 12 year old self. Isabela finds it endearingly annoying how hard he tries to rediscover the common ground between them, but she knows that his attempts are genuine and from the heart so she couldn’t mind even if she tried

• They finally find their common ground through hairdressing! Nobody but her mama was allowed to do her hair when she was little and Bruno had disappeared around the time she was learning to do it herself, so when Bruno comes over and effortlessly pulls her hair into a pretty high ponytail after undoubtedly watching her struggle for two and a half minutes to get it all through the tie without it catching, she wants to know when and where he got those skills. The conversation eventually evolves into Isabela sitting in front of the couch every morning while her tío takes brushes and combs and clips and ribbons to her hair while they happily chat idly about nothing and everything.

“Tío, do you think there are any boys in my future?”

“Yeah. Right. Boys. Okay, Isa, whatever you say.”

“Are you rolling your eyes- Don’t roll your eyes at me!”

“Then don’t lie to my face! Now hold still, I’m braiding.”

• In turn, Isabela does Brunos hair when he allows her to. He doesn’t like sitting still for long so it’s never anything too complicated, usually a loose bun or a messy braid that he can easily take apart throughout the day if he so wishes (he never does). No matter the hair style she picks for him that day, she always always always loops a ring of flowers around his forehead to go with it, sometimes popping them up throughout his braid if that’s the choice she’s made. Bruno does everything in his power to keep his hair as neat as he can manage after she’s finished, even telling his rats that they aren’t allowed to nestle in his hair if they aren’t going to be careful.

“Isabela do your hair again, Bruno? It looks nice, you look like Pepa with that braid.”

“Celosa de mi bonito cabello, querida hermana~?”

“A little bit, I won’t lie to you. She did a good job taming that literal rat’s nest.”

“I’m going back in the walls if this is how you’re going to treat me.”

• Bruno, when he feels like going outside but not going into town, often invites Isabela to go with him on his walks through the forest. Isabela goes on and on about every fact she can think of about every interesting plant they pass, which is all of them to her, like what soil they like, how much sun they need, how many colors they can be, how poisonous they are, and so on. Bruno doesn’t understand a god damn word, but he listens proudly to every single thing she says and tries to remember what she tells him. He’s so happy to see that that childhood fascination with the spring flowers in the front yard has grown into such an immaculate knowledge of flora that she shares so passionately to anyone willing to listen

• I like to think that Bruno and Isabela (and Dolores! She missed him to) spend the most time together, apart from him and Mirabel. Isabela happily walks with Bruno through the nervous streets of the town that still jumps at his name, paying nobody any mind as she goes about her chores. Bruno cheerily doesn’t lift a finger to help and is perfectly content to playfully distract and mess with Isabela to make her laugh while she does what’s asked of her, only bringing forth his own gift to warn her of someone possibly having an allergic reaction to her flower choice or a swarm of bees that might get drawn to the color she’s picked. They’re trying to catch up on lost time and Isabela having to fill a few flower pots in town or Bruno finding a morbid enjoyment in the townsfolk shakily trying to be friendly to him again isn’t going to get in the way of that

• When Isabela is upset, but not ready to talk about it to anyone yet, she’ll sometimes come to Bruno and ask him to read to her. She knows it’s a childish request, but she still finds comfort in the way he tells stories so she can see every little detail so clearly in her mind. Bruno never denies her and lets her sit with him without a second thought, tucks her up against his side with her head on his shoulder and his fingers running gently through her hair as starts his book over for her. He reads aloud until she either thanks him and says she’s going to go talk to her mama about something or she falls asleep. He doesn’t stop reading aloud if she does pass out against him, just kisses her forehead and tells her to rest easy before he continues on with the book in a hushed whisper so he doesn’t wake his little Isabella tan bella

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Free! as Dads | Rin, Sosuke, Makoto

Pairings: Rin X Reader (gender neutral though not really mentioned), Reader isn’t mentioned in Sosuke’s, and Makoto X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: fluffy domestic swimmer dads 

Author’s Note: free! needs more appreciation ✨

Free! as Dads | Haru, Ikuya, Natsuya

RIn: gif from @makeusfreefromthisfandom​

Inches of snow blanketed the streets, sidewalks, and houses, and the inches would only grow for the rest of the day and tomorrow

“Bunbun, it’s time to wake up, baby,” Rin softly whispered as he leaned down, hovering above his two year old daughter’s sleepy face

Her face poured and contorted, her eyes squeezing shut even more as she was pulled from her peaceful sleep by her father as he would be home while you were away

The bed was so dwarfed whenever he stood or sat by it to wake her but it was adorable as she was

Her red hair matching his, bright eyes matching his too

“Bunbun,” said once again as she brought her hands to her eyes, rubbing them before peeking them open to her father

“I’m still here,” he teased. “Come on, let’s get you ready for the day.” He effortlessly scooped her up and helped her brush her teeth, wash her face, and get dressed

And now it was time for hair, a part he wasn’t too confident himself in

Her hair was so soft and light, it was short down to her shoulders

She sat still on her stool as he stood behind her, a hair tie in between his teeth as he gently brushed it, stalling so he could think what he could do

“Why’d you set the bar so high, Y/N?” He thought to you, thinking about how you always beautifully did your daughter’s hair

Little buns, braids, cute hair clips

But then it hit him with what he could do

He gathered the hair on the crown of her head into a single little pigtail

“Do you like it, bun? I can’t do it as well as mommy does but it’s still something.” He looked at her reflection as she tiredly looked through the mirror too

“You too, daddy.” She adorably tilted her head, pointing up to her dad’s hair that was loosely down

“Me? Want us to match?”

“Yeah!” She nodded happily, her little teeth adorable as her eyes turned into thin lines

And Rin did just that

He gathered his hair up with his little girl sitting on the counter before him, his body blocking the edge so there was no chance for her to fall

She clung onto his shirt, her smile only growing bigger and bigger the closer his hair was getting to matching hers

“Now we’re the same!” She cheered, giggly as can be as she reached up to him as Rin leaned down and scooped her into his arms

“Hm,” he hummed. “Now we really are papa and baby shark,” he bounced her playfully as they descended down the stairs, her small hands clinging to his shirt

And for the rest of the day, as Rin trained from home, the occasional smile broke out when he saw his daughter as she played in the corner

Seeing the little pigtail that matched the one he wore on his head

Sosuke: gif from @makeusfreefromthisfandom​. Also, based on this tik tok sound

The little bedroom was illuminated out of the darkness, the automatic little night lights shutting off now that the bedroom light was switched on

Sosuke towered over all the small furniture in the cream colored bedroom, matching the rest of the aesthetic you had designed the house with, as he carried his little girl in her little charcoal gray onesie with faint white stripes

She latched her short arms around Sosuke’s neck, her hands clinging to the back of his white tshirt and her whale shark plushie, dark blue plaid pajama pants with black slippers on his feet

He bent over the miniature bed frame, moving his arms from below her body, to take hold of her sides

“Time for bed now,” his voice was tender with love as he set her body down to lay in bed but she still clung to him, some non-verbal whines coming from her as she refused to let go of her dad

“D/N, time to sleep,” a low chuckle escaping him as he rubbed her back, giving her small pats until she loosened her grip, setting Sosuke free

Her cheeks were puffed and eyes wide and glistening as she looked up to him, her hands that once hung to his shirt now clung to her blanket and blankie

“What’s wrong, hm?” He tucked her in, resting his arms over her covers as she looked at him as he knelt beside her bed, looking into her teal eyes that matched his own yet all she did was sniffle, staring back to her father as if he could read her mind

“Don’t cry, there’s nothing to cry about,” he soothed his little girl, holding the side of her head, leaning close to press a kiss to her head as he stood up

“Okay, daddy’s gonna leave now,” he hummed as he walked away, switching off the lights, the cool touch of metal on his hand but just before the door shut, he heard her voice

“Cuddle me,” she cried out, her little voice sounding off her walls as she made little grabby hands towards her father

“What?” He opened the door again, the light from the hallway pooling into the bedroom

“Cuddle!” her voice sounded and face looked so sad in his eyes, it actually broke his heart to see his little girl so distraught

“You wanna cuddle?” He stepped into the room, tilting his head in amusement as she crawled out of bed, kneeling on her bed, arms reaching toward her father as he approached her

“Yeah,” a hot tear cascaded down her cheek as she closed her arms around his neck, nuzzling close in the safety and comfort of his embrace

The biggest smile broke on Sosuke’s face as he sat in the miniature bed, doing his best to lay in it despite the sheer size difference but his daughter was happy and that was all that mattered

“Okay,” he chuckled low, chest rumbling as she laid draped over his abdomen, her hands once again holding onto his shirt as she rubbed her back

Sosuke held his little whale shark close as she laid on his chest, her little back rising and falling with every breath as she slowly began to sleep soundly against her father’s chest

Makoto: 

“Good morning, babies,” your voice quiet as your little one year old son and daughter unsteadidly held onto the side of the crib, their olive brown hair messy and dissolved from sleep

They reached up, cooing at you to be picked up. After doing so, you changed them and brought them back to your bedroom where Makoto remained

You sat on the corner of the bed, careful not to wake him from the shifting of the bed as he slept soundly

The two babies reacted as soon as they saw their papa fast asleep and began crawling toward the big man fast asleep laid on his stomach, his arms buried beneath the pillows, his face and hair smothered into the comfy thing

Your son sat right beside Makoto’s sleeping face, reaching his little hand forward as he sucked on his pacifier, petting makoto’s face while your daughter worked on climbing onto his broad back she pulled on his shirt, doing the best she could but alas, couldn’t make it as she slid back down his side

Makoto stirred in his sleep until he jolted a bit to the side towards the edge, waking up from the sudden weight of his daughter, startling him

“Oh, it’s just you guys,” he sighed relieved

His heart pounded in his chest as he thought he was being attacked by some kind of monster, a sick nightmare turned reality but fortunately, he was wrong

“Morning, buddy,” Makoto smiled, his son’s eyes pulling into lines as he smiled with his pacifier in his mouth. “And morning to you princess. What’re you doing?” He asked

“She was trying to climb onto your back but couldn’t make it.”

“Aw, princess,” Makoto cooed as he turned onto his back, scooping up his little girl

He sat her on his stomach as she held onto his fingers

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked to which she happily giggled before laying herself down onto her father’s broad chest, hiding her face into his shirt

Your son seemed to not want to be left out as he attempted to crawl on too, whining a bit

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget you,” makoto laughed a bit. “There’s plenty of room for the two of you.”

He did the same and sat his son on his abdomen, adoring them, seeing how messy their bed head hair was

Taking in the view of your family, your heart swelled twice the size but the sight also made you laugh as you looked at all three of them collectively

“What is it?” Makoto sat up a bit more, spooning his babies in his arms against him

“The three of you have bed head,” you laughed as you rolled into bed

This morning was so nice, you wish it never ended so you could stay in this precious moment with your babies and Makoto

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Make a Mess

Word count:1542

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Warnings:18+ only please, Sexual situations? (idk really how to tag this), Teasing, Premature ejac?, embarrassed!Sam

A/N:So idk what this is, or where it came from, it's not really edited, but it made me giggle while writing it so please enjoy! Drop a request, If you’re wondering who I am writing for, send an ask.

(GIF not mine, divider is mine.)

‘She literally has no idea what she does to me, does she?’ he thought as he watched Y/n work around the library. Your hair up in a messy bun, long tendrils falling around your face. Those tiny little shorts you only seemed to wear on cleaning day, and that tight gray tank top that barely hits above her belly button. He bit his lip when you bent over a table to grab some books, unknowingly putting your ass on full display for him.

‘God, if only I could just…’ He lifted his hand subtly by his side, imagining the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers. The image of bending you over that table playing in his head, the memory of your velvet warmth wrapping around him, the way your body practically pulls him in. He feels himself grow hard in his jeans.

“Sam,” you called, god he loved when you said his name, “Baby can you come help me real quick?” you called over your shoulder. He looked up, you had a stack of books on one arm, and you were reaching up with your other trying to put a book on a high shelf. Your shirt had ridden up giving him a glimpse of the white lace bra you were wearing ‘Fuck baby, thank whoever the hell decided to drop you in my life’ he thought, his jeans now even tighter.

“Yeah,” he stood from his seat with a soft smile and walked towards you, subtly trying to adjust himself in his pants. He came up behind you and rested a hand on your waist as he reached up and effortlessly pushed the book into place. You drop back onto the flats of your feet, accidentally brushing your ass down on his already throbbing cock. Biting his lip again to hold back a moan that had threatened to escape his throat, covering it with a cough.

“Thanks,” you said as you turned and stood on your toes again to plant a small kiss on his jaw. To you, it was a small, chaste kiss of appreciation. To Sam the feeling of your lips practically on his neck, so close to that spot that makes him go weak in the knees, had his once throbbing member now aching, leaking with precum, and straining painfully against his zipper.

“No problem,” he smiled down at you before pulling away and sitting back down in his chair, trying to relive some of the pressure of his jeans. A few moments passed and Sam still couldn't stop thinking about you. Your lips on his skin, and how they’d feel wrapped around his cock, the small little whimpers you let out right before you cum. 

He continued to watch you, dirty thoughts still going through his head, when you walked past again. Stopping when you noticed his empty glass and plate sitting on the table by him. You leaned over the table on the opposite side of Sam and reached across the table for his dishes. The second Sam looked up, he knew he was a goner. The angle you were leaning at gave him a direct view down your shirt, giving him an almost full view of your perfect tits.

“O-oh Fuck,” He stuttered out as he came in his pants. Like a fucking teenager, eyes screwing shut, breathing heavy as his body flushed and tensed up where he was sitting, hands shooting to his crotch as he shot up from his seat. You on the other hand had no idea what had just happened and jumped back at the sudden outburst from Sam.

“Sam, you okay?” you asked as you reached a hand towards him, still confused as to what was happening. He jumped back grabbing his laptop and held it in front of the very obvious wet spot on his pants, hoping you wouldn't notice.

“Mmhmm, yep, everything’s good, I, uh, I just remembered I left something in uh, in the bedroom,” He quipped out in a stuttered breath. Making his was to the door quickly before slipping out, leaving you standing there, confused, plate and empty glass in hand.

“Oh, o-ok,” the words die on her breath, and she makes her way to the kitchen.

Sam let out a breath as he plopped down on the couch in the dean cave and let out a breath after re-emerging from the bedroom with a new pair of jeans. He opened his laptop and stared at the screen with a small scowl on his face.

“Everything ok Sammy?” Dean asked, sitting down in his chair and passing Sam a beer. Raising an eyebrow when he shut his laptop and let out another breath and took a drink.

“It's Y/N, I guess,” he started but trailed off, what was he supposed to say, his girlfriend made him mess his pants like a prepubescent teen, when she wasn't even doing anything sexual. 

“What's up? I thought you really liked her,” Dean began. But before he could continue Sam cut him off.

“NO! No, I do, almost too much,” he added the last part in a mumble. Looking down at his hands.

“You wanna elaborate buddy?” Dean leaned down and tilted his head. Sam looked at his expression, looking for some hint that Dean would make fun of him for this. Finding none, he lets out another breath.

“Well, today, she was cleaning the library, and she wasn’t even doing anything, but she just looked… so good,” he started, “but looking at her, thinking about her, I- I came dude” he finally got out, “Like in my jeans… and then I just left her standing there, confused, I don't even think she knows what happened,” he looked over at Dean, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

When he finally looked up at Dean, he was smirking. “Well” He started with a chuckle, “I think you should go talk to her, she probably thinks she did something wrong when you shot up and ran outta there like a bat outta hell.” he finishes his sentence and takes a drink from his own beer. 

As if all the Gods and Fate herself were on Dean’s side, your voice rang out from around the corner looking for him.

“Sam? Sammy, baby?” you called out.

“In here,” He called back, trying not to sound like he was just talking about the mess he made earlier. “Everything okay?” he asked you as you finally came into view. Freshly showered and changed into a pair of black leggings and one of his old flannels.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you stepped in front of him to situate next to him on the couch, he lifted his arm, allowing you to curl into his side. “You kinda left in a bit of a hurry,” you finished, finding a sudden interest in the buttons on his shirt.

“I’m going to find snacks,” Dean hopped up and headed out the door, giving Sam a pointed look before disappearing around the corner.

“Sam?” You pressed again, leaning back and looking at him. “Is everything okay? Did i do somethi-”

“No! God no,” He fully looks at you cupping your face in his hands. “Nothing bad,” He smiled softly before planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“Oh,” your voice came out small, unsure of what that exactly meant. You creased your brow and looked down at his chest fiddling with the buttons on the shirt you were wearing

Sam looked at you, Dean’s words ringing in his head still. “Y/N,” He sighed, “You are so hot,” he began, his face heating up at the conversation again. “like beyond hot sometimes,” he looked down at you, still looking down. He brought his hand to your chin and tilted your head to look up at him. “And today, with you in those tiny little shorts, and that little tank top… its like you were teasing me and you didn't even know it”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you started but Sam cut you off again.

“Y/N,” he chuckled, he should be the one apologizing, he was the one who ran off. “Seeing you run about, accidentally flashing your bra, bending over in those shorts, it was too much and I… kinda… came in my pants.” He finished his sentence and looked at you, he could feel his neck and ears burning.

“Wait?” you looked at him, stifling a giggle, “That's why you just flew outta there?” you questioned.

“Well yeah, I was embarrassed, I had just shot my load like a hormonal teen, because my girlfriend was showing too much thigh?” He chuckled leaning back against the couch again, relaxing back tan tossing his arm over the couch.

“Well, don’t be,” you quipped, curling back into his side. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I kind of consider it a complement,” you added as you laid your head on his chest. His arm came down and wrapped around you causing a smile to stretch across your face.

“Who wants popcorn!” Dean bellowed out rounding the corner with two big bowls, passing one to you and Sam before settling in his own seat again and flipping on some old western movie.

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First Love | 13

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing

Word: 3.3k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

“So you and Hanbin?” 

You jump and blurt out, “What?” You turn around to face the source of the voice only to meet gazes with Yoongi. 

“You. Hanbin. You’re a couple now?” he says in a nonchalant tone as he looks at you with a lazy gaze. 

You can feel the heat on your cheeks and stomach flutter at his name. “No,” you answer. “We’re just friends.”

“Just friends?” He walks past you and up to his door. “From what I saw, that kiss wasn’t “just friends” for him.” He leans against his dorm door, crossing his arms over his chest. “You got someone already?” The way he says the last word irks you. It’s like he’s mocking you—or something else but he just irritates you.

“Why does it matter?” you ask, walking past him to stand next to your door. “Plus, how do you know about the kiss?”

“Well for starters you always tell me you’re not brave enough to do anything. Turns out you’re either lying or you’re really good at getting someone like him to fall for you. And I know about the kiss because you were extremely loud.” 

“Well I apologize for the noise and you should be proud that I don’t need you anymore if I can get someone like him—whatever that means,” you state matter of factly.

He stares at you with that stupid blank stare you’re beginning to hate so much. “Yeah. Okay. We’ll see how long that lasts before you end up in the bedroom with him.” He puts his key in the hole and turns the door knob. 

He enters his room, letting the door close behind him but you’re faster. Slamming your hand on his door and pushing it open. You ignore the stinging feeling on your hand as you say in an outraged tone, “I am sick and tired of you belittling me. Ever since we started this whole thing, you've only judged and acted rude towards me. I’m sorry for what happened to you, but you do not need to push your anger towards her onto me. I am not your distraction and I am not the reason you’re so angry.” You release the door and make your way towards your room. You hear the sound of his door closing as you open yours and enter your room. 

Ari is staring at you wide-eyed as the door closes behind you. “What?” you ask, tossing your backpack on your bed. 

A smile slowly grew on her lips. “Did you just tell him off?”

“Tell him off? I didn’t tell him off.” 

Ari laughs, “You so did! You were mad and you let him have it with how he was towards you.”

Your eyes widened a bit. “You heard me?” You plop on your chair. “Was I that loud?”

Ari shakes her head. “You weren’t loud, but I could hear you a bit. I didn’t hear everything, but just enough to know you set him straight.” 

You shrug, grabbing your backpack that is luckily close to the edge of your bed. “He was rude to me, and I guess I finally snapped.” 

“I can’t believe you brought Sam up in the conversation,” Ari states in awestruck. “You go girl.” 

You can’t help but sink in your chair a bit. “I can’t believe I said that when he doesn’t even know I know about her.” 

Your roommate laughs again, “Fuck that, and fuck him. He treats you like shit, you make him feel like shit. That’s that, Y/N. No guilt.” 

You let out the air you were holding. “No guilt,” you say more to yourself than to her.

“That’s my girl,” she says in a cheer like tone. “No guilt just dick.”

You turn towards her. “What?”

It’s her turn to shrug as she answers, “I don’t know. I heard some girl say it at a party once. It doesn’t make sense, but it kind of does if you’re trying to get laid? You’re not trying to get laid right now.” She shakes her head. “Just ignore the whole thing.” You can’t help but smile as you open your backpack and pull out your items to begin your homework. 

You’re about two hours in of doing your homework, Ari giving up twenty minutes after starting, when your phone dings, the screen lights up and shows the small message icon. Putting your pencil down, you pick up your phone and unlock the screen, clicking on the message. 

[3:17 pm] Hanbin: Hey Y/N. Are you free later tonight?

You feel your heart’s beat pick up as you reply.

[3:18 pm] Me: Hey. I’m free later. What’s up?

Locking your phone, you put it down to distract yourself from your mind going crazy, but it seems Hanbin is a quick texter as your phone dings once again. 

[3:18 pm] Hanbin: Would you like to meet up and have dinner together? We could eat at the dining hall if you prefer.

Maybe it's because she's your best friend, or maybe it's because you let out the biggest gasp—it's probably the gasp, but Ari asks, "What happened?" You turn to her with the widest eyes you think you can ever have. No words are forming, so you can only stick your phone out to her. She gets up from her chair and takes your phone, reading the message. Her eyes grow big, a shocked smile growing as she says animatedly, "You better go."

"I can't," you blurt, taking your phone back.

"You can, Y/N. If you like him, and he's asking you to hang out with him, take advantage of this! Who knows! Maybe he'll like you back and the two of you will go out and act like a cute couple. The jock and the shy girl. It's your typical teen movie!" She sounds so excited, as if she’s telling her favorite book to you.

"What makes you think he's a jock? You and I technically barely know him."

"He looks like he works out. He could play baseball? He hits those home runs like he can hit your home run right after—"

"Ari," you groan, covering your ears, no longer wanting to hear her perverted comments.

She cackles, "Okay, okay. I'm done." It's quiet between the two of you as you remove your hands from over your ears. "But I do think you should go. You never know what could happen. It could turn into something more, but it could also turn into a friendship."

You let out a long sigh. "Okay," you mumble, replying with shaky hands.

[3:23 pm] Me: Sure! If you want to come here and eat, or we can meet at the food court on campus.

[3:23 pm] Hanbin: Great! I'll meet you on campus if you don't mind

"What did he say?" Ari asks, no longer by her bed but looming over your shoulder to try and read your texts.

"He wants to meet at the food court," you answer, thumbs hovering over the keys with no way of replying coming to mind.

"Tell him you'll meet him there! Pick a time and we'll dress you cutely," Ari chimes, voice in a sing-song tone. You can only ignore her happy toned comment as you reply to his text.

[3:24 pm] Me: I don't mind

[3:25 pm] Hanbin: See you at 5? :)

Your heart races.

[3:25 pm] Me: See you at 5 :)

Ari squeals, "My Y/N is going on a date!" Grabbing your arm she pulls you to your feet. "You have almost an hour to get ready, so we need to work."

You turn to her. "Why do you make it sound like it's going to be a mission to make me look nice?" you ask in an offensive tone.

She lightly smacks your arm. "You know what I mean. We have less than an hour to make you more cuter than you already are. I feel like Hanbin is into cute girls while Yoongi is into hot girls, so cute is going to be so much easier because you're already cute. We just have to find the perfect outfit and apply some light make-up. Maybe put your hair up in a bun?" she rambles, opening her closet to look through her endless line of clothes.

"I don't want to look like I'm actually trying," you announce, watching her as she pulls out a light pink tank top and holding it out towards you to see how it would look.

"This is cute. Take it." Grabbing the top from her, Ari goes back to her closet and digs through it once more. "You won't look like you're trying. I'm going to dress you like you were in school a few hours ago. Cute outfit, light to no make-up, and hair in a messy bun." Ari brings out an olive colored cardigan. "Put this on and keep the jeans you're wearing."

You roll your eyes, take the clothing article and walk to the bathroom. After a quick top change, you come out to see her setting up her make-up station. "Sit, sit." For the remaining short time that you have, Ari works effortlessly to do your make-up perfectly and get your messy bun to look obviously messy but cute. By the time she is done, you have ten minutes to make it to the shuttle stop before it takes off and you have to wait another thirty minutes. She looks at you with such satisfaction. “You are so freaking cute, Y/N. If no guy dates you, I will.” 

You chuckle. “Thanks Ari.” 

Grabbing your wallet and bag from Ari, she grabs you by your shoulders to spin you around towards the door. She pushes you as she rushes, "Now go eat and have fun, and call me if something is fishy! I'll get there in a blink of an eye and beat the shit out of everyone that hurts you." She opens the door and pushes you out, pushing the door close before you can say anything. You can only sigh. How long will it take before Ari realizes your phone and keys are still on your desk. The door opens, Ari shoving your keys and phone at you. "Love you!" she says as you take your belongings.

The door closes leaving you alone. "Love you, too," you mutter, putting your wallet and keys in your bag. Doing a quick dig you luckily found earphones. You do a small cheer and put in your earphones, connecting it to your phone as you begin your walk towards the stop. You mouth the words to the song as you leave the building, make your way down the stairs and once again follow a group of people across the parking lot and towards the shuttle and bus stop.

You enter the shuttle seconds before the driver closes the doors and takes off towards the campus. You take a seat by the window and watch the scenery go by at a somewhat fast pace. Your favorite song comes on. It’s a somewhat romantic song and you can't help but wonder if this is a sign. A sign for you to move on and let your feelings grow for Hanbin?

You shake your head. You don't know if he has feelings for you. He kissed your forehead—it's not like he kissed your lips or cheek. Plus he was drunk so he probably doesn't remember it or if he just did it out of a friendly manner. Maybe he kisses all his friends who are girls like that. Maybe all his friends.

The campus comes into view as the shuttle drives past the main entrance to enter through the side where the driver will stop at the first stop. A few get off as a few enter the shuttle. After a few seconds of waiting for the cars to drive by, the shuttle continues its route. As the second stop begins to appear, the vehicle slows down, coming to a stop behind a bus. You grab your bag and follow one other student off the shuttle, thanking the driver as you step off the last step.

A few people run past you to make it to the bus that looks like it’s about to leave. You hope they make it as you make your way towards the main food court. As you begin to pass the student union building, you wonder if he meant the food court next to the bar and grill, or the food court that’s on the floor in the building you are now passing. Turning the corner that will lead you towards the escalators to the higher level of the campus you meet eyes with Hanbin, who’s exiting the same building you’re walking by.

He smiles. "Hey," he says, slipping his backpack on.

Taking in a quiet, shaky breath, you say, "Hi."

He walks alongside you as the two of you make your way towards the escalators. "I wasn't sure if we were meeting at this food court or the one by the bar," he laughs.

You smile, relieved he feels the same way you felt just moments ago. "Yeah. I wasn't sure either, so I thought the main one would be where you would be."

"Me too. I was on the first floor watching people bowling and I spent a good five minutes deciding if I should just go to the second floor or meet you at the one up here." He points to the building at the top of the escalator. "Guess I chose correctly."

You giggle, "I guess I chose correctly, too."

As the two of you step onto the escalator, letting it take you to the top, Hanbin asks, "What are you in the mood for?"

Crap. He put you on the spot. Now you actually have to think about what you want. You don't know—you didn't have time to think about it. You were so worried about meeting up with him and the whole kiss thing that you totally forgot about what it is that you two are going to eat. What do you say? Greek? Chinese? Japanese? A burrito? A burger? What. Do. You. Say? "I'm not sure yet," you blurt. Close enough.

"Shall we flip a coin?" he questions, fishing out from his pocket a coin. You nod. "Heads are whatever is up here, and tails is whatever is on the second floor." You nod again, watching as he gets the coin into position and tosses it into the air. The two of you watch the coin flip over and over again before landing back in his hand as he does one more flip and reveals the result on the back of his hand. "Tails it is." He gestures to the escalator behind you. "Guess we should go back down."

You smile turning around and following the line to the escalator and going down. "So what are you in the mood for down there?" you ask him, hoping he'll take the bait and pick rather than ask you again because you still do not know.

Hanbin taps his chin in thought. "They have a sub shop as well as Mexican I think?" He seems to have a eureka moment as he snaps his fingers. "There's a pizza shop outside the main entrance. Are you in the mood for pizza?"

Ah. Sbarro. "Yeah. Pizza sounds great."

"Okay, we'll just go through the court and head outside," he informs, taking the lead and entering the student union building. You follow in suit, walking inside and following him past all the tables and chairs that are taken up by students eating and chatting. You enter the lobby of the building where in the center of the room is the student information center. Walking out the front entrance door, you see it’s a bit similar to the outdoor seating by the food court. Along both walls are different stores. Hair parlor, a bank, and so much more along with the pizza shop to your left. Running along the shops are tables and chairs for students.

Walking towards the shop and entering the small building, you place your orders, arguing with Hanbin for a minute about paying, but he pays and the two of you wait at a small table. "Uh," Hanbin begins, adjusting in his seat across from you, "The reason I asked to meet you is because I wanted to talk about that kiss."

You swallow. "Okay."

He looks at you guiltily. Oh boy. What is he going to say? There are so many ideas that are running through your mind, but you don't want to listen to it. You don't want to let that get to you any longer. That fear of maybe it isn’t meant to be. Hanbin interrupts your thoughts, "I wanted to apologize for kissing you. I know it was sudden and I should not have done that—especially drunk, but..." he trails off, looking away. Scratching the back of his head, he mumbles, "I have a crush on you, and in the heat of a drunk moment, I kissed you. However, that doesn't excuse my actions."

You’re frozen in shock. Did you hear that correctly? No... Right? "What did you say?" you ask, voice just above a whisper.

"I'm sorry?"

You shake your head. "No, after that. The... uh."

Hanbin seems to catch on. The color on his cheeks change to a pinkish color. "I"—he clears his throat—"I have a crush on you."

"When?"

"When?" he repeats and you nod. "I guess since we met at the party. You were kind and pretty, and drunk you were even cuter." You're totally hallucinating. Right? "I just wanted to meet to apologize. I'm not looking for you to like me back or anything—plus we just met. I barely know you really," he rambles, and continues to ramble that you’re not even listening anymore.

Take advantage.

"I like you, too," you blurt, voice completely uneven.

Hanbin stops talking and is now staring at you. "What?"

You can't meet his eyes as you repeat yourself, "I like you, too." You look back up at him.

It’s like a weight is lifted off his shoulders and the slight fear in his eyes disappears. Hanbin smiles the biggest smile he can and it causes you to smile as well. "Shall we get to know each other more?"

You nod, and for the rest of the day the two of you sit, eat and talk about everything and anything. You discover his favorite color, why he decided to become a film major and so much more. From just his stories you love his older sister, and his mom is just an angel.

Sadly the sun is going and the shop is closing, so that means it’s time for you to go. The two of you continue to talk as you make your way towards the bus stop. When the two of you reach the stop, you see your shuttle idling by. Most likely waiting for time to go by before it takes off towards the dorms. You made it just in time.

"Well," Hanbin begins as you turn around to face him, "I guess I'll see you later."

You smile, acting like a schoolgirl as you twirl your finger around a loose string on your bag. "Yeah. I'll see you later."

Hanbin chuckles. "Bye, Y/N."

"Bye," you reply, waving as you turn around and enter the shuttle, showing your ID as you take the first seat. You can't see who else is in the vehicle, but you see a few heads. Thankfully they're all back seats kind of people so they can't see all your giddiness. Your phone rings and you quickly pull it out of your bag, forgetting you never put it on vibrate. You frown, answering the phone and looking out the window to Hanbin.

"Would you like to go on a date this weekend?" he asks, gaze towards the door where you had entered.

You chuckle, shining the light from your phone on the window. His attention is now where you are. "I'd love to."

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phases of falling in love (ginny weasley x fem!reader)

Description: the painful process of reader falling for her Ginny Weasley, her best friend.

Warnings: angst af, I can’t think of anything else specific but please let me know if you come across anything and I’ll add it

Authors note: in love by khai dreams and she by dodie fit this in my head and are worth a listen.( edit, : i have a playlist here that fits this entire fic) . 

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(Y/N) has decided that falling in love comes in three distinct phases: realisation, denial, and acceptance, though with various forms of panic in between.

No one’s ever boasted that falling in love is easy, the bitter angst of doing so the subject of too many pieces of literature to be doubted. Yet, no one’s ever told her it would be this hard, but she supposes the stakes were always going to be higher when it’s your best friend.

Realisation came first during a party, sat in a small group by the fireplace as the cheers and laughter so typical of a Gryffindor victory party raged on around them. They weren't much different from the others, talking loudly and laughing with their heads thrown back dramatically. They were discussing the game, (Y/N) thinks, though she can hardly remember now, nor was she particularly invested at the time. 

How could she be with her just across the from her, fair freckled skin aglow from the fire, who's light danced across her face with each flame’s flicker. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders effortlessly, as if it was pulled straight from the ponytail she wore during the afternoon's match.

That was the night she looked at Ginny  Weasley and felt something in her heart, longing perhaps, that went beyond mere friendship, the first night Ginny's smile made her chest tighten and her eyes finding hers with a wink made her gulp. 

It was the first time she looked at Ginny and saw her best friend but longed for more. 

Denial was easy after that, the whole thing flippantly dismissed as a fluke of the evening, blamed on the giddy feeling that accompanied the house’s victory that Ginny played such a vital part in securing. It was nothing more appreciation, awe.

Weeks later though, and the tugging in her chest still lingers, holding her hostage and controlling her every move.

It flares up unexpectedly, from a smile at lunch, a wave during matches or a laugh hidden behind textbooks during classes. There is an endless array of quirks and habits that (Y/N) has never once before paid attention to that now leave her stomach victim to butterflies and her heart to palpitations.

Yet the denial continues, excuses ranging from the outlandish to the self-deprecating. Perhaps an insensitive prank, a love potion slipped regularly into her morning orange juice, or maybe it’s just all in her head, a crush manifested from loneliness, from the desire to be loved by someone.

Excuses are easy to provide, yet even easier to disprove and it soon becomes clear that every attempt to deny her own feelings is fruitless. Acceptance looms over her, unmindful of the heart it’s about to break.

Acceptance comes reluctantly during an evening’s study in the library. There’s no blame to place on atmosphere this time, hidden together at the end of an aisle of shelves, sat across from one another at a desk most certainly made for one.

The characteristic smell of old books lingers in the air and speckles of dust are illuminated by a dim lamp as they float aimlessly around them. The light does nothing to highlight the red in Ginny’s hair the way the flames of the fire had during the party, or to draw the warm brown from her eyes,  yet (Y/N) is enamoured. 

(Y/N)'s quill hangs limply between her fingers, ink drying on the tip with a word half-finished on her parchment. Across from her, Ginny bites her lower lip in concentration, deep brown eyes scanning each word she writes, occasionally lifting her hands to fix the loose bun holding her fiery red hair from her face, ridding her eyes of the messy stray strands with a frustrated rush of air from her pink lips. 

(Y/N) gulps and panics slightly that in the quiet of the library, her best friend might hear the hammering of her heart in her chest. They're so close that their knees touch under the desk and (Y/N) is left unsure on whether to move her legs or not from fear of only drawing attention to it. 

She's trying to convince herself to act normal, that this is all normal, a scenario they've been in so many times before with procrastinated essays and last minute deadlines, that she has no reason to act any different, yet her heart races, and she can hear it in her own ears.

It’s terrifying.

She's mid inner quarrel when Ginny lets out a loud sigh of surrender and lets her quill clatter against the desk. (Y/N) blinks out of her daze, dropping her own quill in surprise and frowning at the red head. 

"Snape is asking for one of the twin's puking pastilles in his tea." She grumbles.

"They'd give you them for free if you tell them it's for Snape." (Y/N) manages a laugh. "How much more have you got to do?" 

Ginny peers at her own parchment, then at (Y/N)'s with a questioning frown, reaching over to snatch it into her hands. She examines it with arched brows and stifles a small laugh at whatever she's read. 

"Better than you- You've neglected to finish the word 'assignment', (Y/N)." She snorts softly. "It just says 'ass'." 

(Y/N) stands abruptly to grab it back from her amused friend with a quiet 'oi' and a flustered wide-eyed expression that only adds to Ginny's laughter until she's clasping her hand atop her lips to muffle the sound. 

"I got d-distracted." She explains embarrassedly. "It's just the first draft." 

"Oh no, I think you should hand it in as is." She grins. "I want to see Snape's face." 

"I'm not getting detention just so you can get a laugh." She argues. 

"Aw, come on." Ginny pouts. "Not even for me?" 

A part of her, a shameful part, almost instantly concedes to the offer, despite its teasing nature, just for Ginny's puppy dog eyes, which (Y/N) has until now been immune to. She falters for only a second before fixing her friend with a frown. 

"No, not even for you." She decides firmly. "Lets hear yours then, Gin." 

Ginny dramatically clears her throat with a grin, something that eerily reminds (Y/N) of her elder brothers, and begins to read aloud before (Y/N) stops her with an eye roll, cautious of the pacing click of Madam Pince's heels as she roams the aisles for the opportunity to evict noisy teens. 

"You'll be surprised to hear I finished all my words and never once spoke about my arse." 

"Sod off." (Y/N) rolls her eyes again. 

"Well, what’s got you so distracted you felt the need to conclude that you 'learned lots about counter curses from this ass'?" 

"You memorized it all ready?" 

"Of course." She beams cheekily. "How else am I to tell the rest of our friends?" 

"You are the worst." 

"You love me really though." 

(Y/N) worries when she can't laugh that off, when she falters for only a second, but enough to remind herself of this new and scary situation. She forces on a smile and hope she's been quick and convincing enough to seem normal, though something in Ginny's eyes tells her otherwise. 

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" 

"Fine." 

"Hmm, you look nervous." Ginny hints. "What are you hiding? Is it a girl?" 

(Y/N) is exposed instantly by the involuntary widening of her eyes and Ginny grins menacingly at her from across the tiny desk. She leans over, palms flat against the desk and head so close to (Y/N)'s that their foreheads almost touch. 

(Y/N) forgets to breathe. 

"Who is it?" 

"No one." (Y/N) manages, edging back as subtly as possible. "It's not anyone." 

"Aw, c'mon." Ginny rolls her eyes. "Tell me." 

"You're going to make Madam Pince kick us out again." 

Ginny tuts, rolling her eyes and returning to her seat, allowing (Y/N) to drop her shoulders in relief. She sighs as she picks her quill up again, soaking the tip in ink with a rejuvenated intent to write, motivated by the chance to change the topic of conversation. 

"You're no fun." Ginny mumbles. "I'll find out." 

“There isn’t anything to find out.” (Y/N) exhales, not daring to look up from her parchment, knowing once again her expression will betray her. “Or anyone.”

“Oh, but there is.”

(Y/N) doesn’t need to look up to know the red-head is grinning, it’s evident in her voice. All she can do in response is take a deep, calming breath and continue with her work.

It’s not long before she can feel Ginny’s eyes on the top of her head and she freezes again, not sure when this became a talent of hers, to tell just from some new sixth sense that Ginny Weasley is staring at her.

“Can I help you?”

“Is it Willow Kings?”

“Been there, done that.” (Y/N) mumbles with a sigh. “She’s nice but talks about her owl too much.”

“Hmm.” Ginny hums in contemplation. “You’re not crushing on Pansy again, are you?”

In every single way, (Y/N) wishes that was her current shameful crush, rather than the girl currently interrogating her. When (Y/N) denies it, Ginny begins to hum again in thought.

“Luna?”

“Luna’s just a friend.” (Y/N) sighs, distinctly trying to convince herself the same thing about Ginny at this exact moment. “I’m not telling you, Gin.”

“Ugh, why not?” Ginny grumbles loudly.

The red-head’s face pales when the methodical clicking of the Librarian’s heels halts, wincing at what is soon to follow. The sound begins again, quicker and sharper as it approaches the pair.

“Shit.” Ginny curses, already gathering her work into her arms. “Here we go.”

“You two.”

The girls turn sheepishly to the other end of the aisle, where Madam Pince stares them down, one hand on her hip, other extended outwards to point at them with a disapproving look.

“We’re just leaving.” Ginny assures.

Ginny stands, reaching out innocently for (Y/N)’s hand and clasping it in her own to drag her to her feet as she splutters out protests, flustered instantly by the action. Ginny only gives her enough time to gather her things before pulling her towards the exit.

“S-low down, Ginny.” She pleads. “Sorry, Madam- “

The librarian scowls at them with an icy look as they squeeze past her towards the exist, Ginny’s laughter barely concealed as they go. (Y/N) can barely focus on anything other than the hand in her own.

Once in the corridor, convinced of their own escape from the strict librarian, Ginny flings he rhead back in a laugh, bun bouncing on her head at the action, cheeks flushed from the excitement of it.

“Every time!” She exclaims. “We get chased out every time.”

“I-“

(Y/N) is too stunned to form a sentence, stunned not by their actions, one’s regularly performed to avoid Madam Pince’s wrath, but rather how suddenly loud her heart is in her own ears.

She could blame adrenalin, it would be so easy to do so, but she knows it’s not. It’s many things, but not adrenalin. Instead Ginny’s laughter, her free and proud laughter so cheerful on her ears, it’s the baby hairs framing her face, endearingly messy, and it’s most certainly the hand still clasped in her own, warm and soft.

Acceptance, that final phase. No amount of excuses in the world could hide it now, that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is undoubtedly, and most terrifyingly, in love with her best friend.

In this moment, watching Ginny’s grin, that infectious smile that has (Y/N) own lips pulling into a smile of her own, she’s about ready to risk it all for her, to tug her closer and ask, even beg, to kiss her.

“Ginny- “She starts

“Harry!”

Like that, the spell is broken and Ginny’s hand is slipping from (Y/N)’s and her feet carrying her towards the red faced boy-who-lived at the other end of the corridor, flinging herself eagerly into conversation with him and leaving (Y/N)’s smile to drop.

The tugging feeling in (Y/N)’s chest returns, and she finds herself back in reality. Ginny likes Harry, she always has, it’s been the topic of so many late-night teasing, how could (Y/N) possibly forget. It hurts though, in a way it never has before, a painful stab of reality sent straight to her heart.

(Y/N) has just learned for herself that falling in love is never easy, even if her heartbreak isn’t one likely to be documented as a great tragic romance in future. No one told her it would be this hard, but as she watches Ginny grinning up at the boy across the hall, her heart twists with the reluctant acceptance that, not only is she in love, but that her best friend is in  love with someone else. 

[nsheetee]

vanilla latte | renjun

pairing: art student!renjun x barista!reader genre: coffee shop au | fluff summary: renjun finally finds his muse: a little coffee shop on campus. he thinks the building itself is what’s propelling his hand to finish all of his art assignments, but when you’re not the barista serving him when he walks in one night, he realizes that may not be the case...

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this is part of the moonlight cafe series — please read the preface before continuing reading

he has a sketchpad clutched to his chest, earphones in his ears, and bags under his eyes as he curiously checks out the store

the small, silver bell above the door jingles as he closes it, and to renjun it sounds like magic sprinkling down over him as he walks in

there aren’t many people in the coffee shop, some stragglers who are too busy with their work to notice him

and that’s the way renjun likes it

renjun hates his dorm room

he hates how loud his roommates play games into all hours of the night

it clutters his mind and makes working on his art hard

tonight, he was absolutely done with his shouting roommates and decided to pack his things and head out of the dorm

renjun had no idea where he would go

the library is already closed, and it’s not like any of his friends would be up at this time to let him come over

just as he starts mindlessly walking out of his dorm building, he notices a cafe further down the block

an open sign hangs on the door, and it’s enough to draw him in

you wait patiently while your new customer makes his way to the counter, mouth slowing dropping in awe as he takes in the ambience of the shop

you don’t blame him, the cafe has a certain aesthetic that everyone loves to hang out in during the day

and at night, it’s even more pleasing to the eye

the big windows that cover the front of the store let in the moonlight and the street lights from the park

the dark hardwood floors makes the open room feel less like a store and more like you’re at home

the far wall is made completely of red brick with some fairy lights attached across the top

“how can I help you?” you ask him when he comes close enough, finally making eye contact

he’s stunned for a minute as he looks at you, fingers fumbling to take out his headphones as he begins to speak

“oh. uh, can I get a medium vanilla latte?” he asks, his voice sounding as if he was lost his whole life, and just found himself when he walked through the doors

“sure-” before you can ask if he wanted any extra shots of espresso, he sits down, spreading out his drawing materials, and getting straight to work

you can’t help but peer at him from your spot at the espresso machine

he’s beautiful- you find him absolutely captivating 

his brown hair is long and it grows more in the back, giving him a faux mullet

(you would never in your life think you could be attracted to a mullet, but here you are)

more than his appearance, you find his concentration on his sketchpad and the furrow of his eyebrows to be attractive

he looks so intense as he works, but you can tell he’s not stressed

renjun’s hand moves faster than ever before

and he realizes he just found his muse, his new inspiration:

this cafe

you set his vanilla latte down in front of him, careful to not put his drawings in harms way

“thank you...” he barely mumbles to you, still focused on his artwork

the young artist comes in the next night, and the night after that, and every weekend that you work

he always orders a vanilla latte, sits down at the counter, and draws until you’re sure his wrists hurt and his eyes ache

despite him sitting in front of you for several hours every night, you don’t know his name, and you haven’t talked much or seen any of his drawings

honestly, you’re too shy to ask him

maybe he doesn't want to show you what he has been working on?

renjun doesn’t remember the last time he was this energized and inspired

his hand moves faster than his eyes, his heart rate increasing every time his mind wanders out of him and into the cafe

every time he finishes his assignments, he reaches for his sketchpad and lets his muse drive his art

every time he cranes his neck up, his eyes immediately come into contact with the beautiful cafe

the way you effortlessly move around your side of the counter while making drinks, the backdrop of the multitude of paintings behind you as if you’re dancing on your own masterpiece

the way you smile at all the customers, no matter what time of night it is or how many extra shots they order, the soft yellow lighting of the shop shining down perfectly into every crevice of the store

renjun is so entranced by this coffee shop, he wonders how he didn’t find this place earlier

one wednesday night, renjun feels particularly stuffed by his small dorm room and decides to head to the cafe to clear out his clogged brain

when renjun walks into his favorite cafe, he immediately feels that something is not right

at the cash register, he’s greeted by an older man with a gaze so piercing that renjun is a bit hesitant to sit at the counter

“hello, what can I get you?” the man asks

“uh, a vanilla latte, please?”

all of a sudden, renjun realizes why the cafe looks so different

it’s because you’re not here

there’s something weird about not seeing the same barista that usually resides on the other side of the counter

renjun isn’t sure what this foreign feeling is that’s filling his chest

it’s something akin to the feeling of coming home and the place not looking familiar because of new furniture, or looking at yourself in the mirror for the first time after getting a major haircut 

“can I ask you a question?” renjun reaches out for his coffee as the barista slides it to him on the counter, renjun notices his name is taeyong

“sure.” 

“where is the barista that usually works here at night?”

“are you talking about our new barista? well, she only works friday, saturday, and sunday nights. why? is there a problem?”

renjun shakes his head absentmindedly and taeyong nods quizzically before going back to the cash register where another customer is waiting

renjun opens his sketchbook that he set down on the counter earlier, preparing his pencils and pens, gripping one and staring down at the paper

and staring....

and staring....

and only staring

renjun waits for his hand to move by itself like it did all the other times he has sat in this exact same chair 

he looks up in front of him, and frowns deeper when he sees taeyong sweeping the floor, and not you

he glances around the coffee shop, waiting for inspiration to hit him like a truck and send his hand flying across the paper

but it never happens

renjun becomes frustrated; why won’t this cafe all of the sudden not work its usual charm?

is it because it’s a wednesday night?

is it because there’s more people here than usual?

is it because you’re not on the other side of the counter, sending him your small smile when you hand him his coffee?

oh...

how could renjun be so dense?

he drops his pencil, picking up his sketchbook instead and flipping through the last several pages

the backdrop of the cafe is in all of them

and so are you

your figure repeatedly shows up in all of renjun’s drawings, and when he looks at the portrait of a person he’s been picturing in his mind for weeks, he realizes it looks like you

his head is dizzy with this new discovery

renjun cringes, yet blushes, at the thought of telling you you’re his muse

it’s such an intimate and romantic confession; he finds you so beautiful to draw pages and pages and pages of drawings of you

the next time he comes into the cafe, it’s a friday night

the place is swamped, you have your hair up in a messy bun and your cheeks blushed red from the exertion of moving around so much

renjun’s hand itches to grab his favorite pen and draw this moment into his sketchbook, but he forces himself to sit and watch you, hoping you don’t notice him gawking over your form

once the rush is over, renjun adds shading to the portrait of you as he finally orders his vanilla latte

he didn’t want to add to your hectic rush, so he waited until it looked like you calmed down and restocked a bit

he glances at you through his eyelashes, resting a hand on his cheek to be able to comfortably glance between you and his art

you set his cup down next to him, sending him that smile that he’s so familiar with

until you glance down at his sketchpad

although the sketch appears upside down to you, you can make out your features adorning the person on the page

the young artist hides his face from you, but doesn’t move to cover his artwork

you glance around the cafe; the number of people have dwindled down and the ones who remain don’t focus on what’s happening up at the counter

biting your lip, you walk out of your side of the counter and sit down next to the boy that has been occupying your mind (and counter space) every night you’ve worked for the past few weeks

renjun is surprised when you take a seat next to him, and looks up at you with slight fear and wonderment

“hi, I'm y/n.”

“I'm renjun.” he mentally pats himself on the back for not stuttering, but when you raise your hand to shake his, his gulps and his mind goes blank

your hand is soft, and even though you have espresso under your nails, they’re still the prettiest hands he has ever seen

“I thought that if you’re going to draw me, you might want to see me in a better light.” you give your weak explanation, and renjun laughs 

“sorry, this might be weird for you, but every time I see you I just want to... draw.” renjun tries to explain the feeling of being inspired by you, but you shake your head

“you don’t have to explain. just draw, and I'll sit here for you.”

and renjun does

he draws until his wrists ache and he’s sure he’s memorized every mole, imperfection, and scar on your face

he draws until he has memorized the amount of eyelashes you have and how many stars sparkle in your eyes

and when renjun goes back to his dorm that night, he realizes it’s not enough

he comes back every night you work, draws into the oblivion until he’s sure he has run out of energy

and then he draws some more

taeyong saw renjun’s artwork of the cafe one night and bought all the artwork from him to hang up in the store

eventually, his drawings end up on the red brick wall, snuggly tucked into wooden frames and illuminated by the fairy lights

and in the top right corner of the wall hangs the portrait of you

it’s the only drawing without a frame, and the only one that renjun didn’t receive money for

he even pined it up to the wall himself, wanting to keep you in the cafe in some type of way as a reminder of this place and you, his muse

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Lia x Kima fluff 🥰

AU: Limerence

Pairing: Fem. OC (Lia) x Fem. OC (Kima)

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“Honey, I’m home~!” Lia proclaimed, shutting the door with her heel, arms full of brown paper bags that held all the fresh fruits and vegetables for the week. Her cheeky smile, black hair messy from the wind outside, as she blurted out the cheesiest and most over-used saying in history.

But the soft laughs from that emerged from the other side of that wall had Lia’s heart bursting at the seams.

Lia kicked her feet, the red shoes she wore slipping off to separate corners, and while she knew Kima would give her an ear-full for not putting them nicely in the closet, it was a lecture worth hearing if it meant she got to see her lover-dearest sooner. She felt the soft fabric of the rug underneath her feet as she tiptoed inside.

The apartment was an organized disaster.

Boxes stacked off into corners, the newly bought sofa perfectly wrapped in plastic to make sure it doesn’t get dirty during the face-up. Cans of paint, cleaned brushes, and some crafting supplies neatly put away and at an arms reach. The whole home screamed of Kima - neat, organized, but most importantly of all, perfect.

With a massive huff, Lia let the groceries fall from her arms, not bothering to put anything away as she skipped through the living room and into the bedroom area. Her fingers were pressing against the dark wood, head peeking inside, and it was like an explosion of happiness.

Lia’s golden eyes locked onto the beauty before her, how Kima effortlessly put her long braids into a messy bun, her simple soft blue skirt and blouse somehow clean. Not a single drop of paint could be found on Kima, or the floor - the very reason why she was the one in charge of painting, not Lia.

How those soft pink lips were curved upwards, happy lines appearing on her face as she effortlessly flicked the paintbrush, cleaning off the remaining paint.

“How was shopping, dear?” Kima hummed, her voice as sweet as Candy and causing the tips of Lia’s ears to burn.

“Busy, so many people! If Yue didn’t come and keep me calm, I would’ve knocked someone out. Does no one have manners anymore? They just shove and push, Yue almost fell!” Lia began to rant, crossing her arms as she recalled every event. And so lost into the story, she failed to realize how Kima’s soft smile grew, letting the paintbrush slip from her grip as she stepped forward.

Her firecracker, that was Lia to Kima.

How Lia’s eyes widen with every second, her arms frailing with the words that flew from her mouth. Lia may appear shy, but it only took a few exchanges for that prim and proper demeanour to crack, and the true eccentric woman came to life.

‘Sometimes, it’s when you least expect it, you fall in love,’ Yue whispered to herself while Kima was washing her hair. At the time, she didn’t understand Yue’s words but didn’t dare ask because it seemed Yue was merely talking to herself. But the more Kima reflected, she realized it was when Fire Lord Zuko arrived that Yue said those things.

They both found love-

Without realizing, Kima lifted her hand, letting it fall over Lia’s head, drifting over her hair and fixing what the wind caused. Within moments, Lia’s cheeks reddened, huffing stridently.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Lia blew, embarrassed from the sudden affection from Kima. And the smile on Kima grew as she watched her firecracker crumble underneath the gentle gesture, flushed and flustered, a stuttering mess.

“Let’s go make dinner, cutie,” Kima suggested with a giggle, as Lia’s face managed to turn from red to red.

“I’m not cute-”

“Mhm, whatever you say, dear.” Kima brushed.

Lia’s lips parted, taking in a deep breath to refute, but not a single word left her. The beautiful sensation of Kima’s soft pink lips against her own, a loving peck.

“I’ll make your favourite, dear?” Kima whispered, and Lia merely shook her head, “I’ll set the table.”

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Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

Cross-posted on Ao3/Tumblr/Quotev/Wattpad to discourage plagiarism.

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[september000]

“hireath”

PART II

oikawa tooru x reader

“cause I remember the rush, when forever is us.”

Winter came quickly, her trees as barren and as cold as the sun. It was time to roll down our skirts and wear those thick cotton stockings. As the season progressed, I found brushing fingertips with Oikawa to have more of a considerable meaning. Ever since I had come to the realization that I had feelings for the boy, the weekly tutoring sessions became more painful. Every smile, grin and laugh we shared felt like cicadas chirping inside of me, violent and chattering. There were so many times I had wanted to vomit all the thoughts I had of him. I wanted to take his lips in my mouth and drink him up. For the first time in my life, I began to feel flustered by my thoughts.

“You know (Y/N)-chan, I can’t thank you enough for helping me.” He purred. He shuffled closer to me. It was not uncommon for him to make these advances, ever since he looked up at me on that gym floor. I was new to love, but not new to the intents of boys. Evelyn has told me stories of the guys she’s dated, the way they would stare at her creamy thighs and bubblegum lips. Still, I favorited Oikawa, he was different. He felt different. So I pretended to not acknowledge his approaches. Looking back on it, maybe that’s what drew him closer to me. I was nonchalant in my ways of love. “Let me take you out somewhere.” He breathes, fixing his glasses. Pen tapping methodically against the notebook. I stifled back a choked expression. I chuckle with nervousness and maybe flattery.

“You’re too sweet, I couldn’t do that to you.” I argue.

“I offered,” he said smoothly, “it would be my pleasure.” Coaxes Oikawa. He seems more bold now, he cups my hands and intertwined our fingers so lovingly. Yet he does it so effortlessly. Like he does this with all the girls that tutor him.

“Alright.” I concede. “I’ll go.” He yelps in happiness and I laugh a little in his childish nature. It felt really good to make someone happy like that. Oikawa wrinkles his nose and squints his eyes at me, inspecting something.

“You have a really gorgeous smile.” He tells me. I am taken aback yet again. His charisma was getting to be a little too much.

“No, you’re just trying to be a flirt.” I gave a quiet laugh as my lips turned upwards too readily.

“You know me so well, (Y/N).” He tilts his head to the side. “There’s a new bakery that opened up in Sendai. I heard it has the best custard buns. We should go together.”

“And probably the best milk bread, right?” I chuckle. The feeling of playful banter was foreign to me, as I’d never had anyone except Evelyn. Oikawa’s eyes crinkle and relish in my cheekiness.

“Well I should start heading out.” He looks over me one last time. The view of the cafe shows the horizon, a mess of oranges, pinks and blues.

“See ya.” I said.

“I’ll call you later tonight.” He whispers, it was a pretty thing. He then disappears onto the fading street, and I just stare into the notebook. A stupid grin plastered on my face.

I spent most of that night thinking about him, and all the little things he had done to warm my heart. I sat restless on the bed, tossing and tumbling. Waiting for his call. I had ended up falling asleep, phone in hand and ringer turned all the way up.

He never called. When I awoke to no text or missed call from him an ugly feeling took place in my stomach.

In class, I couldn’t hide my disappointment. When I told Evelyn she simply frowned and took my hand. I knew what her gaze said . ‘I told you so.’

But Oikawa profusely apologized when we passed each other in the halls. He said something came up, and the small anger I held diffused quickly. But I tried to move past him.

“What about Sunday?” He stopped me, hand grasping my arm. His touch alerted me. I looked around and saw girls staring. My face felt hot.

“Sure. Sounds nice.” I smile. It seemed Oikawa didn’t realize the prying eyes. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. Probably the latter.

“Great, it’s a date!” He exclaims and walks away. Chest upturned and unwavering. I walk quickly to my class. Then there was Evelyn, sitting next to my bento box. My legs shook with excitement.

“He made it official, Evie.” I spoke in English, I didn’t want the prying eyes to become prying ears. “He said it was a date!” I laughed in disbelief. This time, Evelyn did not grimace. She just looks surprised. I knew what she was thinking yet again. ‘Oikawa Tooru is never known for taking girls on dates, he just amuses them.’ I just hugged her in a fit of joy, and she hugged me back, she knew how good it felt to be plagued with contentment.

Sunday came around quicker than expected-- I had thought that the days before would be thick and lingering. Like watching paint dry, but it was as cold as it was quick.

I remember it was Saturday night, I had tore open my closet, my room has never been this messy before. I was on a facetime call with Evelyn at the time trying to figure out what to wear.

“I don’t really go out a lot,” I sigh in annoyance. “I barely have anything to wear.”

“Yeah, I know right? You dress like a NEET outside of school, thank god we wear uniforms.” Joked Evelyn.

“Ha ha ha,” I snide, “you’re so funny, now shut up and help me out.” I laughed. I grab a navy blue sweatshirt. It was abundant in warmth and cozy. I slowly slip off my shorts and search for a bottom. In the corner of my eye, I see an unfamiliar skirt.

“Wait Evie, did you ever have a plaid skirt?” I ask, as I rarely wear skirts. I focus the camera on the skirt and Evie hollers at me.

“That’s where it’s been. Oh my god (Y/N) you have no idea how long I’ve been looking for that shit.”

“You always leave your crap at my house.” I deadpan. She just smirks.

“It’s just a parting gift.”

“Then you don’t mind if I try it on, right?” I stepped into the skirt, it fit a little snug, but it still felt perfect. I show her my outfit in the camera.

“Holy shit (Y/N),” she boomed. “You look hot! You need to wear skirts more often.” I meekly blush in her praise.

“You should definitely wear that.” She said.

“With some tights?”

“With some tights.” I signed off later that night.

I was uncharastically anxious again and rolled tirelessly in the bed. I laid awake, tangled in a mess of stuffed animals and plush blankets. It was 12 am when he had texted me.

Oikawa Tooru : I’m excited for today, I bet you’ll look really pretty. Let’s meet at 11.

At first I couldn’t believe it, the amount of power a person can have over someone. With a simple text, I felt my heart crawl up my throat as it lodged itself there. My fingers were so eager to answer back with so much love and zeal. But I contained the feeling. “Be careful.” Evelyn had said.

I think I should’ve been more wary, though.

Me: alright, goodnight.

Oikawa Tooru: Goodnight (Y/N), sweet dreams <3.

I stared up at my ceiling and gave a gentle kiss to my phone. I was not a very religious person, but I thanked God that night, for giving me such a wonderful boy. After I put the phone down, I slept like the dead.

When I awoke, frost decorated my windows, the sharp sun caressed my face. I groaned in displeasure and stretched, bones cracking and joints popping. It was around 9. I think waiting is the worst part. I paced back and forth, cleaning up my room, sweeping the floor that didn’t need to be swept, studying for things that didn’t need anymore attention. I sat upon my bed, dumbfounded in my boredom. But eventually the time came, though I did not rush as I thought I would. ‘Don’t rush it. Be patient.’ I had told myself. ‘No one likes a desperate girl.’ So I pulled up my tights. Black adorning (S/C) skin. I zipped up the plaid skirt methodically and carefully. Drawing out every movement. I wore my best bra and did my makeup. But I don’t even think you could call it anything substantial back then. Coral red lip tint with mascara. Simple.

Oikawa Tooru: Good morning :). I’m on my way.

When I had left for the door, I had seen a note over a mess of tinfoil. ‘I had to pick up some extra hours at the hospital. Sorry baby. Love you.’ She had written. I lift up the tinfoil and it’s a pitiful attempt at omurice. I bitterly smiled and threw it away, I was going to eat with him anyways, though I’ve never done such a thing like that before. That was the start of it.

As I took the train I felt hot and stuffy, the sweatshirt becoming unbearable yet my legs shivered. It felt unfamiliar to dress for someone else. To do things for someone for the sake of their pleasure— this was something I just couldn’t comprehend. On that train, I felt as big and as small as I could be. I was going on my first date. With the Oikawa Tooru.

It was not a long walk from the station, couples, families and their children alike seemed to litter the sidewalks in a content fashion. Bubble coats and wool scarves swaddled them. The bakery was very quaint, not quite the place I would’ve expected Oikawa to pick, though I saw him through the window, excitement awaited me.

end of second chapter!!! probably gonna be 3 more chapters as this is very short!!! thank u for 20 followers :)!! I appreciate u all

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          hi  friends!!  i’m  flutter  ( 20,  she/her )  and  listen,  y’all .....  i  was  so  excited  when  i  first  saw  a  promo  for  this  rp  DFGKHJ  i  love  this  genre  so  much.  i’m  looking  forward  to  meeting  and  writing  with  you  all!!

also,  my d.scord is where is the lamb SAUCE#0085 if anyone prefers plotting / chatting over there!!

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༉‧₊ ( kiana lede , she/her , cis woman ) ˚✧ holy shit , is that heather price coming out of body - ody ? yikes , i’ve heard a lot about the sophomore . apparently they’re twenty-three and are pretty ( + charismatic & - nosy ) which totally screams aries . ugh , i hate those ! i heard that they’re studying performing arts and are really involved in ( cheerleading and tutoring ) . i don’t know if you remember , but they’re the one who streaked through the college campus in junior year as a dare  ! i’d watch out for them though because rumor has it they REDACTED … hopefully that info doesn’t get into the wrong hands .

file,

full name.   heather jennifer-anne price

age.   23 years old

gender & pronouns.   cis woman & she/her

sexuality.   bisexual

occupation.   waitress at body - ody

traits.   charismatic, nosy, humorous, sarcastic

aesthetic.   red heart-shaped sunglasses, singing in the shower, plaid skirts, messy space buns, butterfly hair clips, glossy lips, winking at strangers, fruity perfume

random facts.   is the type of person to look effortlessly beautiful no matter what, hates sour candy, loves using pet names for her friends, is allergic to cats

important backstory notes,

warnings:   implied  eating  disorder  ( mid adolescence )  +  brief  mention  of  sex  @  the  end

♡   ›  born  to  a  failing  actress  and  a  doctor.  her  mother  was  raised  by  strict  parents  and  she  made  a  promise  to  herself  that  she  would  never  be  that  parent  to  her  child(ren).  unfortunately,  this  went  a  little  too  far.  with  also  being  daddy’s  little  girl,  she  was  never  told  no  and  got  whatever  she  wanted,  when  she  wanted  it..

♡   ›  childhood  is  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary.  she  plays  with  the  other  kids,  she  gets  along  with  them  very  well.  she’s  told  constantly  about  how  academically  gifted  she  is.  she  passes  schooling  with  flying  colours.  learning  comes  effortlessly  to  her.  this  is  also  where  she  finds  her  joy  for  performing  arts.  it  starts  with  playing  pretend  and  slowly  grows..

♡   ›  early  adolescence  is  where  things  start  to  change.  the  “bad”  group  starts  paying  extra  attention  to  her  and  as  someone  who  loves  attention,  she  joined  their  little  clique. she  was  introduced  to  parties  and  everything  that  happens  at  senior  parties  when  she  was  15  years  old.  she  felt  grown  up  and  didn’t  mind  getting  into  trouble  to  get  that  feeling..

♡   ›  mid  adolescence  is  where  she  falls  victim  to  social  norms.  she  feels  pressure  to  be  the  prettiest,  to  be  the  smartest,  to  be  the  best.  her  grades  start  to  slip  as  she  follows  the  popular  clique’s  schedule. she  starts  becoming  mean  and  overbearing:  bullying  others  in  order  to  feel  higher  up  in  the  fake  social  rank.  she  becomes  so  brainwashed  that  she  completely  loses  herself..

♡   ›  late  adolescence  is  where  things  start  to  fall  back  into  place.  REDACTED  happens  and  it  shakes  her  to  her  core.   it  causes  her  to  take  a  step  back  and  really  look  at  where  she  is  in  her  life  at  the  moment:  and  truthfully,  she  becomes  very  disappointed  with  herself.  she  couldn’t  believe  how  far  off  the  path  she  had  gone  in  order  for  popularity  and  attention.  slowly  but  surely,  she  starts  going  back  to  her  roots.  her  grades  rise  and  for  the  last  year  of  high  school, she decides  to  join  her  school’s  drama  class  and  re-found  her  love  for  performing.  her  parents  were  in  tears  from  how  happy  they  were  that  they  had  their  daughter back..

♡   ›  junior year  comes  and  goes.  as  a  “hEY, WElcomE To COLLeGE!!”  someone  dares  her  to  streak  around.  she  does.  not  many  people  know  her  from  her  hometown  ( maybe  just  1  or  2 )  which  means  she  can  make  a  completely  different  name  for  herself.  her  dream  is  to  be  the  "lovable  alpha  bitch”  trope———  she  wants  to  be  popular  and  to  have  all  eyes  on  her  but  at  the  same  time,  not  lose  herself  again.  she  took  up  cheerleading  ( because  you  never  see  a  popular  girl  in  media  who  isn’t  on  the  cheer  squad )  and  it  turns  out,  she  actually  really  enjoys  it:  she  adores  her  squad  members.  she  also  decides  to  take  up  tutoring  for  something  to  do  and  also  because  she  likes  to  help  others..

♡   ›  present day  is  when  she’s  slowly  starting  to  slip  back  into  her  “i  need  to  be  the  best”  mindset.  it  isn’t  too  bad  right  now  but  she  finds  herself  in  other  people’s  business  and  gossiping  and  flirting  around  with  people  in  order  to  feel  loved:  some  tutoring  sessions  have  turned  into  dick  appointments..

hopefully  she’ll  be  able  to  catch  it  before  it’s  too  late  and  irreversible  damage  happens.