#no one can say i’m an inattentive boyfriend for real

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at least i have a bunch of nice stuff planned for my boyfriend’s birthday

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I’ve unlocked the secret bonus the nanny episodes. (I found out the Russian version of the nanny has an additional 25 episodes and a season 7 and I translated the season 7 episodes synopsis. Furthermore I’m transcribing and translating um.. at least one episode)

Here are the episodes synopsis for all 40 season 7 episodes. And a guide on the names and stuff.

Constantine - Niles

Zhanna - CC

Maxim - Maxwell

Vika - Fran

Shatalins- Sheffields 

Denis - Brighton 

Masha - Maggie 

Ksyusha - Gracie

Baba Nadia - Yetta

Prutkovsky- Morty I think idk  

Galya- Val

Liubov Grigorievna- 

Season 7 episodes (some exist in original show) 

1: According to urban planning plans, the Shatalins' house is subject to demolition. Vika took up the housing issue. However, none of the houses viewed suits the newly-made Mrs. Shatalina. Vladimir Vladimirovich Prutkovsky unexpectedly manages to solve the outcome of the struggle for real estate.

2: According to urban planning plans, the Shatalins' house is subject to demolition. Vika took up the housing issue. However, none of the houses viewed suits the newly-made Mrs. Shatalina. Vladimir Vladimirovich Prutkovsky unexpectedly manages to solve the outcome of the struggle for real estate.

3: Shatalin Jr. fights there and admits that he wants to follow in his father's footsteps. But Denis will have to wait with his production career and first go... to the Suvorov school. Zhanna has a new suitor.

4: Vicky's noisy behavior at the moment of intimacy with Maxim becomes the cause of their quarrel. Shatalin will still have to reconsider his conservative views. To achieve cooperation with a famous American playwright, Maxim just needs to become more uninhibited.

5: To appear at a meeting with school friends accompanied by a young handsome man, Zhanna turns to an escort agency. Extremely upset Konstantin tells Vika about everything. Together they find a way out of a situation that is offensive to him.

6: For several months Maxim has not been able to find a sponsor for his new production. Vika suffers from his inattention. Having fallen under the influence of Prutkovsky, Maxim became a fan of gambling and restaurants. What will make Shatalina return to his old life?

7: A neighbor, the mother of a prodigy boy Moti, comes to visit Vika. Motya demonstrates talents in all areas at the same time: from playing chess and musical instruments to acrobatics. Vika decides to start developing Shatalin's children immediately. Denis and Masha manage to turn away, but Ksyusha is forced to learn to play the cello. Moreover, the insatiable Vika makes Ksyusha a participant in the television contest of young talents, where she fails with a bang...

8: Denis came on vacation from the Suvorovsky school and asks his father to let him and his friends go to St. Petersburg. Maxim refuses. Vika intervenes, but also gets a refusal. Denis touches Vika: he says that his father does not take her opinion into account, and that she is still just a nanny. Baba Nadia and Prutkovsky advise Vika to get her way by refusing Maxim to have sex. But in the bedroom, seeing Maxim, Vika can't stand it herself and pounces on him. The next day, Vika hires a new nanny, and she, on Konstantin's advice, goes to the club for a prestigious party. But there she finds neither friends nor a decent occupation. In her absence, children have questions in which only she can help. The new nanny, feeling unnecessary, quits. In the evening, Maxim confesses to Vika that he loves her both as a wife and as a nanny.

9: Maxim believes that Vika allows children too much, moreover, she defends Maxim's interests. Masha brings her boyfriend Mikhail to visit. Maxim is conservative, Vika is on the contrary. There is a quarrel. By night, the passions had subsided. But the next day Maxim finds out that Masha decided to move in with Misha and, what is even more outrageous, Vika allowed her to do so. A storm eruped. Vika went to see her dad for advice. Dad's advice helped. The family is together again. Moral foundations have not been violated.

10: Vika receives a long-awaited invitation to the party of Rublev's wives. There she finds out that it's not enough to be just the wife of a rich man. A woman must necessarily have her own business: a club, an art gallery or a restaurant. Vika decides to open a restaurant. Maxim gives her money for premises and promotion. Finally, the restaurant is ready to receive the first visitors. But there are no visitors. To attract the public, Vika will repurpose her establishment into a Peruvian restaurant. But the exotic doesn't attract customers. Zhanna invites restaurant critics to write positive reviews about the restaurant. Zhanna's sudden benevolence alarms Vika. And not for nothing! However, Zhanna's cunning eventually turns into a benefit...

11: Things are not going well at Vicky's restaurant, and the workforce, consisting mainly of Viki's relatives and friends, goes on strike. And at this time, Maxim comes up with the idea to stage the musical "Bremen Town Musicians" in the style of "chanson" and invite the star of this specific genre - Sergei Kylo to the main role. As a result, the musical fails. Sergei Kylo's "Roop", which financed the production, is dissatisfied and demands a refund. Shatalin's life is under threat. But Vika finds a way out, and the musical, which failed on the theater stage, with great success called "Bremen Tourers" begins to go on the stage of restaurants!…

12: There was a disappearance in the theater where Maxim stages the musical. To find the thief, Zhanna gets Maxim's permission to rumage through the biographies of employees. And he finds out that Vika never graduated from school, and Konstantin has a criminal record. In order to improve her reputation and get a certificate, Vika goes to the senior class of the school where Masha studies. Vic's school is the center of attention. She has a lot of friends and suitors. And she spends all her free time with them. She really likes going back to school. What about Masha? She's not in their company. None of her former friends pay attention to her. And Masha is doing homework alone. The passing of the laboratory chemistry workshop is approaching. Will Vika hand it in?

13: Maxim and Zhanna are preparing a new comedy production with the role of a butler. And Konstantin really wants to play this role. But Maxim is categorically against the fact that the family participates in his productions. Zhanna still persuades Maxim to listen to Konstantin. Why does she need it? To once again rejoice over him. Konstantin fails at the audition. Konstantin and Vika are indignant, they consider it unfair. They have an idea to deceive and make fun of Maxim and Zhanna. Vika, having changed into a man, successfully passes the audition for the role of a butler. And he is already going to take off his wig and beard, but after hearing words of delight from the producers, promises of a bright future and the amount of fees, he decides to wait.

14: His university friend, a lucky businessman Vlad Sablin, came to Maxim. They get drunk all evening, and the next day Maxim goes on a business trip urgently. Vlad comes to the house and tells Vika that Maxim hastily forgot to write him a check for half a million dollars. Vika writes a check, Zhanna objects. On the same day, Vika and Zhanna find out that Vlad is all in debt. Zhanna rubs her hands - finally Vika is thrown out of the house. Vika goes to Vlad's house in despair. Vlad is ready to return the money, but an inner voice tells Vika that he should be given a chance. Meanwhile, Konstantin receives a letter about the inheritance. He will inherit the title and estate. Konstantin became proud, stopped working, started shopping expensive. Later it turns out that there are plenty of other applicants for the title, and the estate is unprofitable.

15: Vika continues to revolve in the company of Rublev wives and look for a decent occupation. Now she announces that she is going to open an art gallery. From her neighbors, Vika finds out that it is now fashionable to discover new names among the gallery workers. Vika makes everyone at home to demonstrate their painting skills. The result does not please Vika and she turns to a professional artist. But the situation there is no better. As a result, Maxim's youthful drawings are demonstrated at the opening of the gallery. But the fire alarm goes off and the pictures are flooded with water...

16: Maxim wants to involve one of the stars, Sergei Kurnosov, in his production. Meanwhile, journalist Makar Polivalov writes an unpleasant article about the upcoming production. They say that all famous actors refused to participate in it. But if Kurnosov reads this article, he can also refuse. Maxim finds the strength to restrainedly ask Polivalov on the phone to change his mind and not write such articles anymore. At this moment, Vika bursts into the office, grabs the phone, is rude to Polivalova and hangs up. The next day, an article appears that completely discredits Maxim's plans. In it, Polivalov operates with information that was known only to the household. Vika and Konstantin suspect Zhanna's suitor. To report this, Vika again bursts into Maxim's office, where he is just going to sign a contract with Kurnosov. Maxim asks her to come out, but Vika, seeing Kurnosov, asks for an autograph. And just on the newspaper with an article that Kurnosov shouldn't have seen.

17: Vika dreams of a status car. Maxim is ready to buy her a car on condition that Vika gets a license. Vika offers Maxim to just buy her a license, as all her acquaintances do. But Maxim is categorically against it. Then Vika buys the license herself, but tells Maxim that she honestly passed all the exams. Maxim wants to check for himself how Vika drives the car. Vicky has only a few days to prepare and hand over Maxim driving. She takes night driving lessons from Konstantin. Maxim, who doesn't know why Vika runs away to the butler at night, starts to get jealous...

18: It seems to Vika that her relationship with Maxim has lost its former novelty. Maxim has completely earned money, pays little attention to her, sex has become commonplace. The children and Konstantin leave for the weekend, Vika and Maxim stay home alone. Vika wants to use this chance to light the fire of love and voluptuousness again. But it turns out to be not so easy.

19: At night, a Labrador dog is found in the Shatalins' yard. Ksyusha is delighted and wants to keep her. Vika follows her lead. Maxim is categorically against it and asks everyone to actively join the search for the owner. Zhanna notices that the dog looks like Koni, the Prime Minister's dog. After Zhanna's call, his friend from the Prime Minister's security has no doubts. What luck! Now they will meet the prime minister. But grandma Nadia disappoints everyone - the prime minister has a bitch, and this is the cable. Masha finds a photo of Nikolai Baskov's dog on the Internet. And the night guest looks a lot like him. Maybe his master is Baskov?

20: Maxim is waiting for a visit from his old friend from Paris - Countess Tarnovskaya. Vika is convinced that the Countess is an old woman. But it turns out that the countess is Maxim's childhood friend and his age. Appearing in the Shatalins' house, she begins to seduce Maxim. Vika is jealous and buys herself a fake family tree, according to which the Prutkovskys are an ancient Polish noble family. It comes to the fact that Vika is presented to the Moscow noble assembly. Dad, who appeared at the wrong time, involuntarily contributes to the exposition of Wiki. Maxim saves the situation.

21: Vika is watching the new neighbors. It seems to her that they are Chinese spies. Vika connects Galya to the spy. They get their hands on a parcel addressed to the neighbors. Opening the parcel, Galya and Vika find warm socks and lard in it. They decide that it is through lard that the neighboring spies get important information. To "split" them, Vika invites neighbors to visit. Here she tries to give her neighbor a drink, but the neighbor doesn't let her do it. Cunning questions also do not bring results. Galya starts entertaining the neighbors alone, while Vika does a search in the neighbor's house. Galya dances in front of the neighbors, sings, shows the shadow theater... At this time Maxim returns. After that, all misunderstandings are resolved. The fact is that the neighbors behaved so intensely with Vika only because of her strange behavior they considered Vika a spy...

22: Konstantin suffers because Zhanna doesn't pay attention to him. To interest her, Konstantin composes a story about the fact that he has a twin brother, with whom they were separated in early childhood. Now this brother is a major American producer. Having glued his mustache, Konstantin portrays his own brother and even has success with Zhanna. It comes to the point that Konstantin begins to be jealous of Jeanne for himself, that is, his fictional brother. He leads Zhanna to a restaurant, where the deception is revealed.

23: Vika takes Galya with her to the next meeting of Rublev's wives to look better against her background. At this meeting, Vika criticizes the book, the author of which is the Rublev lady present here, writing under a pseudonym. She offers Vika to write at least one book herself. Vika agrees. But her personal literary talents are clearly lacking and Vika turns to a professional - an unemployed writer Kolbaskin for help. Meanwhile, Galya is becoming an increasingly popular figure in a social party and even displacing Vika from there...

24: Maxim is extremely unhappy with what the press writes about Viki's scandalous antics. And he advises her to behave more cautiously and not to undermine his image. The family returns from a picnic and discovers that they forgot their dad in the forest. After a while, he appears all in soot. He says he extinguished a forest fire alone. No one believes him. But the next day TV correspondents come to the Shatalin's house and invite Prutkovsky to the TV show to tell about his feat. A very good moment to raise Vicky's image. Vika persuades her father to say that they extinguished the fire together and goes to the studio with him.

25: Maxim trusts Vika to organize the presentation of the new musical. Zhanna is convinced that Vika will not be able to cope. And if anything, Zhanna will help her not to cope. Vika and Galya surprisingly quickly find a room, musicians - everything so that the presentation takes place at the highest level. But Vika accidentally leaves her mobile phone in the living room. The administrator is calling her. Zhanna takes the phone. The administrator asks to confirm the order by five o'clock, otherwise he will cancel everything. Zhanna promises that she will certainly give Vika all the information. He writes a note to Vika in incomprehensible handwriting and hides it under a pile of papers so that Vika can't notice it right away. The presentation is under threat of disruption.

26: It seems to Gala that she is being chased by a maniac. And Vicky's credit card is running out of money. Maxim doesn't want to tell Vika the code from his safe, because he's sure that Vika will forget it. Vika swears that she will be able to remember the code. Maxim names the combination of numbers, and says that there will be a gift for Vicky in the safe. She will have to get this gift for dinner. But Vika forgets the code. In order not to embarrass himself in front of Maxim, Vika decides to break into the safe. Prutkovsky recommends Vika to contact their relative - a professional bear cub named Grizzly. He blows up the safe and instead of Vic's gift he finds only a burnt fragment of something unknown…

27: Vika meets her old acquaintance Katya, who is now known as Evelina Gimenei, a specialist in family relations and author of books on this topic. Vika persuades Maxim to take a training course on strengthening marriage. But it turns out that these activities are a way to get as much money as possible from trusting couples...

28: Zhanna is having a charity ball. Arriving there, Maxim finds out that he is declared "the prettiest bachelor of show business", and every dance with him brings a decent amount to the fund. When the news about it reaches Vicky, she breaks her head and rushes to the ball.

29: Maxim and Zhanna are going to fly to Paris on business, and Vika wins a voucher "Honey Weekend in the Cleopatra Cave" - a former pioneer camp, and now an elite holiday home. Many Wikin acquaintances have already visited this place and were satisfied. Maxim and Zhanna's trip to Paris is disrupted. Maxim goes with Vika to the "Cleopatra's Cave", where instead of the promised exotics, they are waiting for a completely "Soviet" service and stupid contests. And Zhanna remains to find out with Konstantin: which of them was more often "threwn" in her personal life.

30: The old chair that Maxim got from his great-grandmother turned out to belong to Prince Dolgoruky himself. Maxim gives a chair to the museum in the hope of becoming a member of its board of trustees. The solemn ceremony of his acceptance as a member of the trusteeship The council should take place in a few days. Ksyusha breaks Vika to go to the museum and look at her great-grandmother's chair. In the museum, Vika is photographed next to an armchair, accidentally drops a massive candlestick and it smashes the chair to pieces.

31: Vika and Maxim are invited to the wedding of Vikina's cousin. But Maxim's plans suddenly change. Together with Zhanna, he flies to Jurmala for a competition of young performers. In Jurmala, it turns out that all the hotels are overcrowded and one of the rooms they booked was occupied by Alla Pugacheva. Maxim and Zhanna will have to spend the night in the same room. It's about the night. Maxim and Zhanna decide who will sleep where. At this moment, jealous Vika climbs out from under the bed. And immediately an equally jealous Konstantin appears from the closet. Now they will have to spend the night in one room for four. And who stayed at home with the children then?

32: The Shatalins have new neighbors, the Kuskov family couple. He is an oil oligarch, she is a famous ballerina in the past. And also their daughter Juliet is the heiress to the oil and gas throne. Ksyusha comes to her house with Juliet and Konstantin treats the girls with his signature pancakes. Juliet is delighted. Vika dreams of getting to know such status neighbors better. She sneaks to their housewarming party and even invites the Kuskovs to her place. Vika is aware that the Kuskovs annually arrange a yacht trip for their friends and want to get into this circle. The Kuskovs really invite you to take part in the cruise, but not Maxim's Vikui, but... Konstantin. Konstantin also receives a tempting offer to work as a butler for the Kuskovs.

33: Vika has nothing to do. The children are already adults and do without it. Konstantin does all the housework. At this time, a bell rings in the Shatalins' house. The little girl got the wrong number. She says mom forgot to pick her up from school. Vika rushes to the rescue and brings the girl to her place. When it turns out that today is the girl's birthday, Vika arranges a real holiday for her: with a chic cake, a clown, pony riding and even an elephant. In the midst of the holiday, Maxim appears and has found the girl's mother. It turns out that the girl's birthday was a few months ago, and these calls from school to an unfamiliar number are just a way to have an interesting time, since the girl's mother is in business and is at work all the time. Nevertheless, Vika and the girl break up as friends. 

34: Vika dreams of getting into the prestigious Rublev fitness club, which is run by a handsome man from glossy magazines Tony Prince. And here's a lucky case - his car suddenly catches fire right in front of the Shatalins' house and Konstantin saves his idol. But the money lying in the glove box can't be saved. Tony saved this money for filming a methodical film about fitness. Vika decides to produce this movie. Maxim agrees after some hesitation. Vika and Tony become business partners. But then Vika notices that Tony shows no business interest in her at all.

35: Galya broke up with another suitor and is now in a deep depression. She moves to Vika's house, and in a couple of days all the household members moan from her whining and whims. Maxim demands that Vika kick out Galya. But Vika feels sorry for her friend and leaves the house with her. Maxim regrets that he behaved so heartlessly. And the enterprising Prutkovsky lures considerable sums from Maxim - allegedly in order to persuade Vika to return. In the end, everything falls into place. Galya is brought out of depression by the shawarma seller, and Maxim and Vika are together again.

36: Maxim's musical should go on tour to St. Petersburg. But the trip is on the verge of collapse, since the star of the musical, actress Olga Bobkova, can't go. Vika manages to find out the reason for the refusal - the star has a small son who has no one to leave with. No nanny can stand talking to a little bully for more than a day. Vika decides to shake up the old and work as a nanny. The actress is ready to go on tour. She brings her son to the Shatalins' house and it turns out that this "baby" is already sixteen years old! At the same time, he behaves like a six-year-old child. However, Vika shows a remarkable pedagogical talent and in two days the boy is literally unrecognizable!..

37: Konstantin decides to sell Maxim a play written by his friend and become a co-producer of the production. And all this in order to get rich and attract Zhanna's attention. But Maxim reacted to it coldly. Vika advises Konstantin to just confess his feelings to Zhanna. Konstantin believes that he can't do it until he gets rich. Then Vika offers Konstantin her help in staging the play. They pretend to be Maxim and Zhanna and start the production. A devastating article appears in the yellow press, which lists all their mistakes and miscalculations. This is a serious blow to the image of the Shatalin agency. Vika plays a scene of despair in front of Max and reports failure. Maxim is correcting the situation. After the successful premiere, Konstantin proposes to Zhanna.

38: Vika and the doctors were wrong - there was no pregnancy. It's just that Vika ate too far. Vika and Maxim decide to correct this mistake and conceive a child. Dad believes that Max's sperm at his age are no longer so active and advises Vika to turn to the Chinese doctor Fu. Vika buys the necessary roots from Dr. Fu to increase sperm activity and a whole box of special almond cookies for mutual attraction. Vika and Max don't get out of bed. Vika constantly checks whether she is pregnant with the help of a test. By chance, the cookie gets to Konstantin and Zhanna and a passion flares up between them.

39: Vika still wants a baby and is worried that she can't get pregnant. It seems to Maxim that it has turned into an obsession. He offers Vika to get distracted, go to the ski resort, where he was invited, among others, by the Prime Minister of Russia himself. Vika is delighted - she will get acquainted with the Prime Minister himself. Before the gala dinner, Maxim is afraid that Vika will blunt out something. However, at dinner, the premiere liked Vicky's immediacy so much that he invited Vic to go skiing with him a few days later. Maxim, on the contrary, he sheditated, carried all sorts of nonsense, which is why after the meeting he began to worry even more. Maxim teaches Vik to go skiing. Suddenly, Vika can't resist and rolls down at great speed. Maxim is behind her. As a result, they find themselves waist-deep in snow in a crevice. Afraid of freezing, they warm each other with love. A few days later, when there are only a few hours left before the walk with the prime minister, Vika finds out that she is pregnant. And he is in a hurry not to the prime minister, but to Maxim, to "the main man in his life".

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Hello lovely! Congrats on your milestone, this drabble idea is so cool! If there is still a free spot, can I request umm...

“quick, kiss me!” + “do that again.” with Jimin and f reader? maybe a childhood friends 2 lovers au? 👉👈 I love your blog!!!! 😍

(if there's no more spots don't worry about it! Please ignore me!)

Mindyyyy 😚 you made it just in time, you got the last spot!

• Pairing: Jimin x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 8k

• Summary: Your best friend has watched over the years as you’ve loved and gotten your heart broken numerous times, leaving him to pick up the pieces. But now he doesn’t know how much longer he can watch you love someone else that wasn’t him…

• Prompt(s): #17 (fluff) “Quick, kiss me!”, #3 (smut) “Do that again.”

• Warnings/themes: Alexa, play “U Got It Bad”, Jimin being an absolute sweetheart, pining, swearing, drinking, reader’s ex-boyfriend is a real asshole, Tae and JK interrogate the hell out of Jimin, reader ends up hiding in a public restroom, fake kissing (or is it?), love confessions, dry humping, implied love-making, SO MUCH FLUFF ☁️

• Notes: This was not supposed to be this long AT ALL, but I got in my damn feelings for these two and I, UGH 🤧 I guess you can’t call this a drabble anymore though lol I’m such a sucker for friends to lovers so thank you for requesting this @parkdatjimin! 💕 Crossposted to AO3 as well.

There were so many things Jimin loved about you.

Your hair. Your smile. Your outfits. Your sound of glee you made whenever something went your way. The list goes on.

But one thing he couldn’t love was your taste in men.

He could never figure out why you went for those who were the complete opposite of you. 

Inconsiderate. Self-centered. Unreliable. Inattentive. The list goes on.

Every time you showed up at his house with red-rimmed eyes, he was there to pull you inside and shower you with cuddles and soft reassurances until that lovely smile of yours returned. Some times were tougher than the others, where these sessions would take days before that storm cloud above your head broke. 

This last time was one of them.

Your asshole of an ex (Jung-ho? Jae-woo? Whatever, he didn’t give a fuck) had to be the worst of them all over the years.

The prick had somehow convinced you to let him move in after just seven months of dating, citing that his lease was almost up and he felt that things were getting serious between the two of you. Of course you believed him, stars in your eyes as you gave him the copy of your apartment keys. Things seemed smooth for a couple of months until one day you had called Jimin. He could tell from the tone of your voice that something was horribly wrong and was ready to book it to your place until you told him to meet you at the nearest park instead. He threw on his shoes and ran down there immediately, even though he figured it would take you at least fifteen minutes to show up from your apartment. You showed up just in time but there were no tears in your eyes or sobs stuck in your throat. Instead, the color looked like it had drained from your face. Jimin quickly sat down with you when he saw your legs start to wobble.

He never expected you to tell him that you were on the verge of eviction. How could that have happened? You were always so diligent when it came to paying your bills.

But it wasn’t your fault at all, it was your damn boyfriend’s.

He had thrown some crazy party while you were out of town for the weekend which led to major noise complaints from multiple neighbors. You were none the wiser when you returned until your landlord showed up at your door to yell at you. He didn’t even try to hear your attempts to defend yourself before shoving a notice in your hands, the bright red stamp on top nearly making your heart stop. And to top it off, your boyfriend merely shrugged when you confronted him on what he did, saying that he didn’t think they were that loud.

You weren’t the type to get angry easily but you saw red. All you could remember was screaming multiple insults with scattered swears before storming out in your bedroom slippers, keys and phone  clutched tight in your hand. And that was when Jimin had gotten that phone call.

He had to watch with a heavy heart as you broke down into sobs in his arms, lamenting that you had nowhere to go now, your parents too far for you to stay with and no relatives nearby either. You couldn’t afford to find another place in the neighborhood either, the rent too high compared to what you were used to. There were places that were affordable but the areas were not exactly safe for a young woman. Jimin had scrambled for solutions until an idea had formed. But before the rational part of his mind could tell him no, it expelled from his mouth like word vomit.

Come live with me.

He did his best to keep his eyes on yours as you looked at him with shock, even though his face was on fire with embarrassment. He tried to cover himself by saying that it made sense and he was sure Taehyung and Jungkook wouldn’t mind if you stayed with them for a while. All you had to worry about was getting your stuff out before the landlord had it tossed in the trash. You had remained silent for a while before you asked him why he was going through all this trouble for you. Now Jimin really had to rein himself in, on the verge of confessing these feelings that he was forced to swallow down all of these years.

All he could do was give you one of his bright smiles, brushing a stray tear away as he said that’s what best friends were for.

The two of you spent the rest of the night in his living room, scouring the web for a storage company that could hold all of your furniture for a decent price, along with an inexpensive moving company to help bring the rest of your things to his apartment. It was nearly 4 AM when all of the necessary info was jotted down and the two of you were forced to sleep, Jimin offering you his bed and a shirt to sleep in. Of course you kicked up a fuss until he gave you a raised brow and a hand on his hip, killing your argument right there. And so you had tucked yourself into his sheets while he laid on the couch, hands clasped on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling, wondering how well this was going to go over with his roommates.

Thank God he had the sense to send you on a breakfast run the next morning, not wanting you to be around to hear him and the others shouting at each other.

Honestly, Taehyung and Jungkook had every right to be upset at his impromptu decision but he couldn’t leave you hung out to dry like that. You had already mentioned last night that you would do whatever to help out, whether it be with rent, bills or even groceries, until you got a place of your own. The guys had calmed down a bit when he relayed the message but they were still iffy on having someone of the opposite gender living with them all of a sudden. Jimin loved them but they weren’t exactly the neatest of roommates and he reminded them to not leave their socks and underwear lying around in the bathroom from now on. By the time you came back, it seemed like nothing had happened as you passed everyone a cup of coffee and a sandwich, light conversation carrying on at the table. You never noticed the looks Taehyung and Jungkook shot your best friend from the side when you weren’t looking.

That was over a month ago.

You were still living with Jimin and his friends, your quest for a new place futile and wearing on your nerves. Whatever breakthroughs came fell through one way or another, sending you back to square one. The guys sans Jimin had been making sure to give you your space, sensing an aura around you that said ‘don’t bother me’. But today was especially rough, thanks to some unpleasant news you had heard through the grapevine. Your ex, unscathed from the eviction thanks to his parents letting him shack up, had gotten a place of his own. You couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t offer to look for a new place with you after the incident, only texting you once after you blew up at him to let you know that he was getting his stuff out. But nothing ever came; no apology either. You had to calm Jimin down after showing him the message, on the verge of speeding over to the apartment to curse or beat the living daylights out of Jung-woo.

You tried not to let the news bum you out but you clearly failed as Jimin noticed something was up when he got home from work.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

Your head flew up from your phone, surprised to see him standing in front of you, a look of concern on his handsome face. “O-Oh, nothing…”

Jimin rolled his eyes before sitting next to you on the couch. “Y/N, we’ve known each other for how many years now?”

“Uh, fifteen years?”

“Fifteen years of you trying and failing to pull a fast one on me.”

You sighed. So much for avoiding the subject. “Well…it’s about Jung-woo.”

Jimin’s body automatically tensed at the name. “What about him?”

“He…well, I heard from Dan-bi that he found a place to live.”

“What? Where?”

Your lip caught between your teeth, knowing that this next sentence was going to set him off. “Over in Gangnam-gu.”

As you predicted, your best friend stood up, fists clenched at his sides in outrage. “Gangnam-gu? That place is fucking expensive!”

“I know…”

A growl escaped him. “He couldn’t even offer you help to find an apartment yet he had the money to go live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Korea. That son of a bitch. I should have gone over that night and-”

“No Jimin.” You fixed him with a stern look, reaching up to hold his hands in yours. “Not saying that he didn’t deserve it but I’m not watching my best friend get taken away because he assaulted someone. He’ll get his karma.”

Your touch calmed him down a bit, forcing himself to take in a few deep breaths before sitting down again. “I hope so or else karma is a big joke.” Shaking his head to clear his anger, he gave you an uneasy look. “But forget about me, how are you feeling?”

“Well…you pretty much expressed how I felt when I heard that.” A humorless laugh came out as you looked down at your still intertwined hands. “I really know how to pick them, huh?”

Jimin bit back an agreement, not wanting to start a fight with you over his insensitivity. “Y/N, come on, enough of that. It’s not your fault that this all happened, any decent man would take some responsibility for messing up, which he clearly isn’t.”

“If you say so…”

Frowning at how you still eyed your hands with discontent, Jimin removed one to hold your chin, gently lifting it up to look at him. God, the makeup you had on only made your eyes pop out even more than usual.

“I don’t think your taste in men is completely terrible, princess-“ His lips twisted into a smirk. “I mean, look at me.”

He cheered inside his head as he got the result he wanted, your pretty face scrunching as you laughed at his joke.

“Chimmy, you dork! Of course you would make yourself the exception.”

“But is it not true?”

Jimin had been joking but a tiny part of him wanted the validation from your lips (and hoped that maybe it would skew your platonic feelings in another direction). He never got it as the front door burst open, the entrants loudly announcing their arrival.

“’Sup lovebirds!”

The two of you jumped at the interruption, looking up to see Jungkook and Taehyung at the door. “Welcome home, guys. How was your day?"

Jungkook pouted as he toed off his shoes. “Could’ve been better, it was a slow day at work. I hate when I’m given the early shifts at the gym.”

Taehyung scoffed as he kicked off his shoes. “Be glad you were slow, it was nonstop for me. I had to go to the backroom a couple of times so I wouldn’t lose my shit on the next person who asked if we had any more raspberry drizzle.”

Jimin spoke next, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wow, sucks to be you guys.”

“It does, which is why-“ Jungkook threw an arm over the other’s shoulders, grinning. “We’re going to hit up Joseon tonight for some drinks!”

“Don’t you two have work in the morning again?”

Taehyung shrugged. “Yeah but we’ll cross that bridge when the time comes. You guys want to come along?”

You were ready to decline, not a huge fan of somewhere as crowded as the bar but after the day you had, you could make an exception. “Sure.”

Jimin looked at you with astonishment at your answer. Before he could ask why, Jungkook spoke up again. “Oh yay, Y/N is down! What about you, Jimin-ssi?”

“Oh, I, uh, I guess I’ll come too.”

“Alright, party! We’re ready to leave whenever you guys are unless someone needs to freshen up?”

You giggled at how Taehyung looked at you with a knowing grin. “I’ll only be ten minutes, promise.”

You let go of Jimin’s hands and got up to head to his room to get yourself together, leaving the three men alone in the living room.

“So when are you shooting your shot?”

Jimin’s head whipped over to give Jungkook a scowl. “Jungkook, we’re not talking about this right now.”

Of course Taehyung had to jump in next. “Come on Jimin, what are you waiting for? Her to make the first move? You’ve been waiting for years, this is getting sad.”

“Look, like I told you, it’s not the right time.”

Jungkook walked over and plopped down where you were previously sitting, shooting his roommate a no-nonsense look. “Jimin, it’s never the right time with you. I understand you’re scared to ask how she feels but it’s been over a month since she broke up with that douchebag and it’s only a matter of time before she moves onto the next prick who will break her heart again. Why not just tell her how you feel?”

Jimin laughed humorlessly, a hand coming up to push his hair back. “Yeah, tell her how I feel and possibly fuck up a fifteen-year friendship? Sounds like a grand plan, Kook.”

Before he could talk back, Taehyung came over to give his friend a scathing look. “Jimin, you’re one of my closest friends but when I say this, I say this out of love. You’re a fucking coward.”

Jimin shot up off the couch, baring his teeth at the other. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re a coward, man! Do you really think you have no chance with Y/N whatsoever?”

“Of course, I’m her best friend, her guy best friend at that! What chance do I have?”

Taehyung gave his friend a disappointed look, shaking his head. “More of a chance than any of these other guys, that’s for sure. But you won’t take that chance because you’re scared of trying to turn your friendship into a relationship-“

He was cut off when Jimin grabbed a fistful of his shirt, bringing him close as he growled in his face. “You don’t understand, Taehyung, so don’t fucking act like you know what the hell I’ve been going through all these years.”

Jimin was just as surprised as the others as to how he was reacting. Normally he wouldn’t get this hostile when the guys grilled him on his feelings for you but the stress of everything to do with your situation lately had him on edge. One of the downsides to knowing you for so long was how empathetic you two were to each other’s emotions, like a dry sponge next to a tub of water. But who was Taehyung to act like confessing to you was so easy? If this was some romantic comedy, he would have done it ages ago if it guaranteed having you as his girlfriend.

But this was real life and the guy didn’t always get the girl at the end of the day.

He was nothing like the men you pursued so what made him think he ever had a chance with you?

“Alright guys, I’m ready!”

As soon as your voice echoed from the hallway, Jimin let go of Taehyung, the latter jumping back and fixing his shirt like it wasn’t balled up just now. Jungkook bit his lip, glad that you were returning as he was ready to jump in between the two in case things escalated. You entered the room to see Jimin giving you one of his sweet smiles, walking over to take your hand in his.

“Looking beautiful as always.”

Your cheeks heated up; you could never get used to his compliments. “Stop, I just powdered my face and put some gloss on. Ready to go, guys?”

Thankfully Jimin didn’t have to give them a look that said to act natural, the two giving you salutes. “Yes ma’am!”

Joseon was crowded like always but the four of you managed to secure a table somehow. After Jimin helped you up on one of the stools (prompting you to pout at him saying that you weren’t a little girl that needed help), Taehyung got everyone’s drink orders and headed up to the busy counter. Jungkook looked around the room with excitement, wondering if there was anyone he knew that was here. Meanwhile, Jimin leaned in to speak in your ear.

“You okay? Not too much for you?”

You shook your head. “No, surprisingly. The energy in here feels good, I think I’ll be okay.”

He gave you a nod. “Alright but if you ever want to go, let me know.”

You gave your friend a reassuring smile before looking at Jungkook. “Kookie, thanks for inviting us out. To be honest, I had a bit of a rough day, I think I could use some relaxation.”

Jungkook gave a bunny smile. “Of course! I was surprised you said yes but I’m glad. The more the merrier, right?”

Jimin tried not to glare at his roommate when he gave him a mischievous look. “I agree.”

“Alright, order up!”

Taehyung’s voice boomed as he arrived with a tray of your respective drinks plus a round of shots. “Shots too, Tae?”

He gave you a smirk. “First round is on me.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “Thank you but why do I feel like this is going to be one of many rounds?”

“Wow, you’ve got great intuition, Y/N.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he handed you your glasses. “If the both of you get wasted, I’m leaving your asses in the street.”

Jungkook took his own drinks as he shot him a pout. “You’d really leave us inebriated out there?”

“After you threw up on my shirt last time, yes, I would.”

“Bitch.”

You giggled as they flipped each other off before you gave your friend a gentle smack on his arm. “Okay you two, stop fighting and let’s have a toast.”

“I agree, I can already see my drink watering down.” Taehyung picked up his shot glass and cleared his throat dramatically. “To us, may we get through another day of bullshit without wanting to jump in front of a bus.”

“Hear hear!”

Everyone clinked their glasses together before throwing back the liquid, shuddering at the slight burn.

“Fuck Tae, you got whiskey?!”

Taehyung nodded at Jimin. “Yeah, why not start off strong?”

Jimin grumbled, immediately sipping his other drink. “Could’ve gotten something that tastes better.”

The four of you talked about various subjects as the drinks dwindled down. Once everyone’s glass was empty, Jungkook offered to get refills and the next round, skipping over to the counter. 

Jimin could usually handle his liquor but that damn whiskey was already making his body warm and his cheeks flushed. His self-control was also ebbing away as his eyes kept lingering on you longer than necessary whenever you were speaking, taking in how your nose scrunched when you talked about something you didn’t like or how strands of hair kept slipping out of your ponytail.

“Right, Jimin?”

Jimin blinked out of his trance as he heard you calling his name. “H-Huh?”

You shot him an amused look. “I said, it’s crazy how these local stores charge an arm and a leg for mediocre japchae but back home is still cheap for high quality, right?”

“O-Oh, yeah. So much better…”

Jimin blushed even more as he was caught slipping, taking a longer sip of his drink. He did his best to keep his eyes averted from his roommates’, noticing how the knowing gazes got more and more frequent as the night went on. His little display earlier in the living room would look like nothing compared to his possible reaction now, alcohol a bad influence on his behavior.

“I’ll be right back guys, just have to run to the ladies’ room.”

Everyone nodded before you went off to the back of the bar towards the restrooms. Jimin kept his eyes on your form, making sure you got there without some drunk guy trying to hit on you.

“Jimin.”

He jumped at the sound of Taehyung’s voice, turning to see him, along with Jungkook, giving him a scrutinizing look.

“Wh-What?”

“Are you alright?”

He did his best to shoot one of his bright smiles but he could feel the way one of the corners of his mouth twitched in protest. “Of course I am! I’ve got drinks and my friends around me, why wouldn’t I be alright?”

The two looked at each other before sighing. “Because you’ve been staring at Y/N like she’s the most fascinating thing in the world every time she so much as breathes. Not very subtle for someone who doesn’t want her to know that he’s in love with her.”

Jimin’s grip on his glass tightened as his eyes narrowed. “Guys, don’t start this shit again, please.”

“Hey, we’re trying to help you out now! You’re this close to blowing your cover so quit the staring, yeah?”

Jimin brought a hand up to rub his eyes, wondering how easy it would be for him to get two new roommates on such short notice. “Whatever.”

The three of them moved onto topics far away from Jimin’s romantic life, much to his relief. After some time, two random girls came up to their table, giving shy yet excited grins as they asked if the guys wanted to join them in playing darts. Jungkook and Taehyung agreed with no delay while Jimin declined, explaining that he was still waiting for someone. Of course Jungkook had to add on that the older man was a faithful boyfriend but that there was plenty of him and his friend to go around. Jimin was this close to throwing his empty shot glass at the younger man’s stupid head but the girls dragged him away just in time. Lucky bastard.

Now he sat alone, tapping his fingers on the slightly sticky table as he continued waiting. He hoped that you were alright, it usually didn’t take you this long to use the bathroom. Worrying that you may have gotten sick from the alcohol, Jimin unlocked his phone to send a message only for one to pop up on his screen immediately.

[Y/N 💞]: Chimmy, come back here ASAP

[Y/N 💞]: Please

Fearing the worst, Jimin jumped down from his stool and made a beeline for the restrooms (narrowly missing an elbow from someone who was attempting to krump). His brows furrowed as he didn’t see you anywhere in the narrow hallway. He pulled his phone back out.

[Chimchim 💛]: I’m here

Within a few seconds, the door to the womens’ room creaked open, your head poking out.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

You shook your head slowly. “N-No…well, I kind of feel like it now but…”

Jimin frowned. “Come out here.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Huh?”

You whispered, eyes darting out to the bar area. “He’s here.”

Confusion scattered across his face. “Who’s here, princess?”

You began chewing on your lower lip, trying to ignore the way your stomach churned. “Jung-woo…”

Jimin’s eyes widened, head whipping out to look at the crowd. “Shit, really? Where did you see him?”

“He was by the bar just now but I think he’s sitting at one of the tables nearby.”

Jimin looked closer, cursing when he saw the offender sitting down with a group of friends at the table right next to the hallway entrance. Just the sight of that douchebag made his blood boil. Who gave him the right to come out tonight and have fun while the girl he practically tossed to the streets was forced to hide in the bathroom?

“Y/N…we’ll sneak past him.”

“But Jimin!”

It hurt him how upset you looked at the thought but he was damned if he was going to watch this guy ruin your night.

“Y/N. Come on, I’ll cover you.” He held a hand out to you, a gentle smile on his plump lips. “Please? For me?”

You stared at his hand before looking between that and your ex, chewing the last of the gloss off your lips as you debated. “O-Okay…”

Jimin wiggled his fingers, teeth showing and eyes squinting. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

Now that smile he loved to see peeked out as you opened the door fully, putting your hand to intertwine with his as you stepped out. You were still nervous about having your ex spot you but when your best friend smiled at you like that and gave you one of your special nicknames, anything felt possible. He gave your hand a squeeze before he started leading you down the hallway.

But things took a turn for the worse when Jung-woo got up and started heading towards the both of you.

“Oh shit!” Your hushed exclamation came out before you hid behind Jimin’s taller form. “He’s going to see me!”

Jimin gulped, his brain scrambling for a solution to this sudden issue. There were only two places that you could both hide in and either one would cause a commotion that would surely bring unwanted attention. An idea flashed but just as quick as it arrived, he realized that it was a terrible one. But the options were limited and Jung-woo was getting closer and closer…

He quickly turned around to face you, giving you an apologetic look before grabbing your arms. “Jimin, wh-”

Jimin moved your body to press against the wall, pulling a gasp out of you as you looked up with widened eyes. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he leaned down and whispered. “Quick, kiss me!”

Your mouth dropped at what he said, not expecting your best friend to ask such a thing out of you but judging by the desperate look in his eyes, he had no choice. So you reached a hand up, held the back of his neck and pulled his head down to press his lips to yours.

Jimin could only imagine in his wildest dreams how it would have felt to kiss you, implanting the sensation of your lips pressing to his cheeks or forehead to a more wanted area. But those little fantasies were nothing compared to experiencing the real thing. Your lips were slightly sticky from leftover gloss and the mixed drink you had earlier, the flavors mixing and transferring to him. They felt soft and molded well against his own but stayed still. He would have preferred to have them moving but beggars couldn’t be choosers, right? Besides, this wasn’t a real kiss, merely a diversion. He tried not to deflate at the thought.

But then your lips started moving against his own, pulling a sound of shock from him.

He deluded himself into the reason why his hands came up to cup your face afterwards, thinking that it would hide your face from your ex and not because he wanted to touch you.

Right?

Jimin didn’t know how long the two of you had your lips locked but he was alerted by the sound of one of the bathroom doors shutting behind him. Forcing himself to pull away from your mouth, he studied your face, seeing your eyes shut and your lips parted as little puffs of air escaped. An irrational part of him was tempted to go back in but then your eyes opened, housing a mixture of emotions that he wasn’t ready to address.

His voice croaked out. “I-I’m sorry Y/N…I couldn’t think of anything else…”

Your voice was just as shaky as you looked down at his neck. “It’s fine, Jimin…y-you did what you had to…”

Now the giddiness he was feeling was quickly morphing into anxiety as he felt an unbearable tension wash over the two of you. Was his idea of kissing you really better than hiding in one of the restrooms? Did he fuck things up?

Dammit.

“...we should head back before he comes out.”

It took a couple of seconds for you to process, nodding slowly as you let him take your hand before leading the both of you back to the table. The two of you didn’t even get a chance to sit down before Jungkook came running over, his cheeks reddened and lifted as he encouraged you to come over and join the game of darts. Jimin accepted immediately, wanting some type of distraction from the swirling mass in his chest; even better, the girls had bought a round of shots for everyone. He did his best to focus on the game rather than give in to the urge to knock back more liquor than needed, already seeing that his roommates would need some help getting back home. But it was hard, especially with you standing so close to him.

And he swore that every time he looked in your direction, your head swiveled back to whatever place it was in before.

Thankfully (or not), closing time began approaching, the lights brightening up the bar. After Jungkook and Taehyung got the numbers of their new friends (even though they had to be told twice so they entered the right digits), Jimin and you helped them into an Uber, barely listening to them as they rambled about what they were going to eat when they got home. The four of you reached the front door and waited as Jimin fumbled with the keys.

“Son of a-”

You frowned as you adjusted your body to accommodate the weight of Jungkook leaning on you. “What is it?”

“This fucking door won’t take the key even though I know it’s the right one!”

Taehyung looked up at him from where he sat against the wall, lidded eyes squinting as he studied said key. “…dude, that’s for the mailbox.”

Jimin paused and blinked owlishly, realizing his friend was right.

“Oh…”

Shaking his head, he shuffled through until he finally got the correct key, unlocking the door and letting everyone go in first. One kiss and he didn’t even know how to open his goddamn front door anymore.

After heating up and sharing a frozen pizza, Jungkook and Taehyung peaced out, you giving them a reminder to set their alarms for work as they went into their rooms. Which left you and Jimin alone. He didn’t even have a chance to say a syllable before you shot up out of your chair.

“I’m going to go change.”

All Jimin could do was nod, watching you close until you disappeared down the hall, letting out a deep sigh as his hands rubbed at his face. He was starting to believe that he really messed things up with his ‘brilliant’ plan at the bar. You were probably freaked out that your best friend would think that there was no other choice but to plant his lips on you to save you from an unwanted encounter with your ex. What the hell was he thinking?

“Jimin, I’m done.”

He was brought out of his lamenting by your soft voice. Jimin looked up, his heart skipping at you wearing one of his older hoodies he had given you years ago. Would you wear the clothing of someone who you were mad at?

“Okay.”

He stood up and began making his way to his room until you called out to him. “Jimin.”

Turning his head, he saw you giving him a timid smile, hands toying with the too long sleeves. “Come watch a movie with me?”

Jimin couldn’t help his eyes widening at your request. “Sure.”

Once he changed into a loose T-shirt and cotton pajama pants, the two of you sat on the couch in the dark, picking a random movie on Netflix and letting it play. Whatever bit of normalcy Jimin had felt before evaporated as the minutes passed. For starters, the two of you would usually be sitting close to each other, thighs touching as you shared a blanket, but there was a few inches of space in between now. Commentary would also be coming out of your mouths but other than the TV, it was completely silent in the room. But you broke the silence after some time with a heavy, drawn-out sigh, pulling your best friend’s gaze.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You bit your lip as you stared at the TV, debating for a second if you should dare to ask the question that had been on your mind all night.

“Y/N.”

You turned your head, giving your best friend an inquisitive look.

“Jimin…are you in love with me?”

Jimin’s heart could have stopped at that moment, not expecting that of all things to come out your mouth.

“Wh-What?”

Now you rotated your whole body towards him. “I said…are you in love with me?”

Jimin gaped at you while his trembling fingers dug into his thighs. “Y-Y/N, why would you…why would you ask me something like that?”

Your eyes hardened a mite, not wanting him to avoid the question. “Answer me…please.”

This was it. This was the point of no return. But he couldn’t help but bemoan that this wasn’t how he wanted it to go.

He wanted to be dressed to the nines with you at a special place of significance before he confessed the entirety of his feelings for you. How your smile brightened the worst of his days. How his heart skipped a beat whenever he saw you in anything from a hoodie to a dress. How every man you had dated in the past never got his approval because they weren’t him. How he was ready to go to jail because of Jung-woo rendering you homeless. How the last month of having you live with him was the best month of his life.

God, he was so in love with you.

Even if you didn’t feel the same, you deserved a straightforward answer.

Jimin straightened his shoulders and turned his body to face you now, his full lips pursed while his fingers continued digging into his pants. “How did you know?”

Your face expressed shock; as suspicious as you were that there was some truth, you still didn’t expect it to come out of his mouth. “I…I heard you guys arguing. Before we left here, I ran to the bathroom and I…I eavesdropped a bit. I didn’t plan to but-” You bit your lip, hiding your hands under the long sleeves. “You sounded upset.”

“Y/N…”

“And then…the rest of the night happened and I just…” You let out a short laugh. “It’s like I had an epiphany and everything that you’ve been doing over the years just hit me at once. That’s why I’ve been so quiet since then…”

Jimin couldn’t help the heat creeping up his neck when you admitted to hearing the argument. Were they really that loud?

But that was the least of his concerns right now.

“I see…”

The silence blanketed over again, the movie long forgotten now. You decided to break it once more.

“You haven’t said it yet.”

“What?”

You clenched your hidden fists, barely able to hold your friend’s gaze. “You only asked me how I knew…you haven’t said how you felt yet.”

Jimin nearly choked on the lump in his throat but he forced it down, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Y/N…I am in love with you. I have been for a long time. I can’t say exactly when it started but just know that’s it been like this for years. I always wanted to say something but…”

He looked down at his clenched hands for a few seconds before looking up at you again. “You always were seeing someone and even though I hated most of those assholes, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it for you. Even if it was brief, you were happy. At the end of the day, that’s all I wanted for you.”

“Jimin…”

He took in a breath before letting out a quivering sigh. “But it hurt, you know? It hurt having to see you gush about the dates they took you on or the things they bought you, knowing that you would never act like that for me. I mean, I should be happy that we’re as close as we are but it’s never enough, Y/N. You would never look at me that way, no matter how badly your heart got broken. So I decided at some point…”

Another breath. “I decided that as long as I got to be by your side and keep you happy in any way I can, it would be enough. Even if I had to watch you be with someone else, I would keep loving you in my own way. Because I would rather have you in my life and be silent than have you leave me.”

There was so much more that Jimin wanted to say but that lump in his throat returned, choking back the words as he stared at his lap. A melancholy part of him figured that there was no point in wasting his breath anyways. Now that his feelings were out in the open, you had every right to shut him down in that gentle way that you would.

But a sudden hiccup caught his attention.

He looked up, only for his eyes to widen as he saw tears streaming down your face.

“Y-Y/N…”

“J-Jimin…you-” Another hiccup. “You…all this time…y-you’ve been feeling like this all this time?”

“Y-Yes…” Shit, he didn’t think you would cry. He hated to see you cry. “I-I’m sorry, look, you don’t have to entertain my nonsense, I know you don’t feel the same way and-”

He never finished his sentence as your body flew into his, forcing him to wrap his arms around you as his back landed on the cushions. Blinking in shock, he saw you now straddling his hips, your face twisted into an expression of barely-concealed anger.

“Park Jimin…how do you know I don’t feel the same way?”

“I-I…” He swallowed. “I just…assumed.”

Your frown grew. Lifting up one of your arms, you wiped your face dry with the sleeves, sniffling before speaking again. “Jimin…why didn’t you ever say anything? You’ve been suffering all of these years and I just ran around oblivious to your feelings…I’m such a shitty friend.”

Jimin frowned, hands coming up to land on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. “No you’re not…don’t say that, Y/N.”

“But I am!” You grit your teeth, trying to fight back a new wave of tears. “All this time you’ve loved me and you’ve shown it too, more than any of my exes have…without me having to ask or even beg. I should have known from the start…”

Jimin had to strain his ears to hear your next words.

“Maybe then we could have been together.”

If his heart was weak, he would have had a heart attack at what you said.

His mouth gaped, opening and closing a few times before he croaked out. “What…what did you just say?”

You gave him a watery smile, reaching down to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “I said, maybe we could have been together. Then I wouldn’t have had to waste my time with all of these other guys.”

Jimin couldn’t believe it.

His ears were hearing everything you said but his brain was working overtime to process it.

Did you...?

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

He sat up, having you in his lap now as his hands reached into your sleeves, interlacing his fingers with your own. “Does…does that mean you love me too?”

With your teeth on full display, you gave him an assuring nod. “I do.”

Tightening his hold, he whispered. “Say it. Please.”

You squeezed back, licking your lips before speaking softly. “I love…no, I’m in love with you, Jimin. I think I have been all these years too but I never realized it until this last month. You’ve done so much for me…how could I not fall in love with a man like you?”

There it was.

Those words that he had only ever heard in his dreams, the ones that left his heart aching when he woke up.

You loved him just like he loved you.

All Jimin could do was capture your lips with his own, not wanting you to see the tears that started spilling onto his own cheeks as well. But then you started kissing him back, causing a sob to escape and vibrate against your lips. Your hands came up to hold his jaw, your fingertips brushing against the softness of his cheeks. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, pulling your soft body tight against his firmer one. While your lips continued moving in sync, Jimin maneuvered your bodies at some point, you underneath him while his hips rested between your parted legs. This moment between the two of you had been chaste until now, him feeling the heat of you pressed to his clothed length. He realized that you weren’t wearing any shorts underneath his hoodie, prompting an unconscious roll of his hips in response to the discovery.

“Mm-”

The muffled moan you had let out brought him back to his senses, pulling his lips away to pant out. “I-I’m sorry…too much?”

You bit back a whine as his hips stilled. “N-No…”

Jimin’s body stiffened when you brought a leg up to hook around his waist. “Do that again…”

If it wasn’t the way you said those three words, it was the way you looked up at him, those beautiful eyes of yours lidded and tinted with budding desire. Licking his lips, Jimin nodded and continued rolling against you, biting back a groan at the tingles of pleasure he was starting to feel.

“Y/N…mnh-”

Hearing your name spoken like that made your core clench, the weight of his body starting to provide a pleasant friction for you. Wanting to help him out as well, you rolled your own hips up in time. Although not as fluid as Jimin’s, it got the result you wanted, a moan falling from those plush lips as his eyes closed for a bit.

“Oh shit…mm-”

Jimin sped up his movements, starting to feel his cock harden from the stimulation, providing something more straightforward to your pleasure. His covered length fit between your clothed folds perfectly, allowing him to rub against you from the bottom all the way to the top, managing to catch your clit at the very end.

“A-Ah-!”

A sharp gasp left you as your hands came up to grip onto his toned biceps, a strong wave of pleasure running through your body as the sensitive bud was touched. He opened his eyes to look at you, a corner of his mouth twitching at your expression.

“Like that, princess?”

That nickname had a completely different effect on you now due to your current predicament, your fingers digging into his arms. “Yes…”

He chuckled huskily at your response, leaning his lips down to plant kisses all over your neck, trying to find those spots that made you give out more of those little mewls (you fucking mewled; he was surprised he didn’t come in his pants by now). “You make such beautiful sounds, love…”

You whimpered at his words of praise, hiking your leg up higher to allow him to press closer to you. “More, please…”

Jimin let out a soft growl at your plea, latching his mouth onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder before sucking hard as he put more force behind his hips, forcing you to hold back a cry in case Jungkook or Taehyung heard (those two were usually dead to the world when under the influence but there was a first time for everything). It was a shame how he couldn’t hear louder sounds from you but he would take what he could get, the quieter noises enough fodder for him.

Now his cock was completely hard from the movements, starting to feel a dampness soaking through the fabric of his pants onto his underwear, cursing in his head at how wet this was making you. A mumbled whimper came from you all of a sudden.

“Hm? What’s that, baby?”

You swallowed hard, giving a harsh roll up. “I-I’m going to come, Jimin…”

“Fuck-”

But all too soon, his hips stilled and pulled away, making you look up at him with betrayal. Holding back a giggle, Jimin reached down and rubbed your hips, his hoodie having ridden up to expose your lower half. “Relax, princess, I’m not going to leave you hanging like that.”

“That’s not what it feels like…”

Jimin bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes zeroed in on the large wet spot on your panties. “I won’t.”

Standing up (you gnawed on your lip at the prominence in his pants), he bent down and picked you up, prompting you to wrap your limbs around him as his hands cupped your ass. Making sure you were secure, he began walking towards the hallway, rasping quietly to you. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this properly.”

Realizing what he was implying, your core tightened at the possibilities of what he was going to do to you in his bed. Those said possibilities ranged from pleasant to mind-blowing as the two of you got to know each other’s bodies. You were both seeing a new side of each other, the experience exciting yet nerve-wracking as you had to learn what the other liked and didn’t like. But once the former was figured out, you both wasted no time in using the new info to make each other let out noises that often had to be muffled by hands or pillows. This continued until daylight started to peek over the horizon, forcing the both of you to call it quits as his roommates would be getting up soon to get ready for work. While you both laid down, legs tangled with each other, you looked into each other’s eyes, refusing to go to sleep just yet.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hm?”

Jimin flicked his tongue over his swollen lips. “You know…you don’t have to keep looking for a place…”

Your eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”

Reaching out and brushing a strand of hair off your damp forehead, he answered. “I mean, you could keep living with me. But if you do want to move out, then…then I could go with you, if you wanted.”

Your mouth popped into an ‘O’, understanding now. With everything that happened within the last day, you had completely forgotten about your apartment search. Hearing Jimin’s words made your chest warmer than it already was. Even though you had been looking diligently, there was a part of you that didn’t really want to leave his side. You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to be around him as often as you were this last month and the thought of it being taken away made you uneasy.

“I…I don’t mind staying. But will the others be okay with it?”

Jimin grinned. “I’m sure they will be. You noticed how fast they warmed up to you? It’s like you’ve been living with us for years.”

You giggled, cheeks heating up. “If you say so.”

“I know so. You don’t have to make a decision now, love, just wanted to throw that option out there.”

You nodded, even though you already had your answer.

Jimin gave one of his sweet smiles and scooted closer to you, wanting to feel the rest of your body on his as you two drifted off into dreamland. You let yourself be pulled into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the light scent of his cologne and sweat filling your nostrils. As the two of you quietly cuddled, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder what you would decide about the apartment situation.

Either way, he knew that wherever you would go, he would be right behind you.

©bangtanintotheroom, 2022. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi Astra. Congrats 😊

May I ask for a continuation with A Second Chance with Angst no. 4? The time when Ace grew interested with his ex again and started hurting his girlfriend's feelings? And Ace's ex, could it be Vivi? Thank you 💖

Warnings: angst, break ups, crying

Word Count: 1600

So I actually got a request during my 200 followers event asking for, basically, the same thing, so this is kind of a 2-in-1 thing, the other request is just below in case you want to see it, so yeah. I’m actually really happy when people ask for continuations or prequels because it usually means that they liked the original works. That being said, I hope you enjoy pain 😅.

“Hi, this is my request after the 200 followers event, if you don't mind ;)

Can I request a prequel of A Second Chance? Like the time Ace grew interested on his ex and started to neglect fem!reader? And I want it to be in reader's pov. Thank you, Astra!” 

Sitting on the couch, you hugged one of the throw pillows tightly to your chest. He was supposed to have come over 3 hours ago. You’d long since put away the food that you’d made for your date, barely having picked at any of it yourself. How could you when you felt sick to your stomach? He’d promised that tonight he’d make it up to you, that he’d absolutely be there tonight. This had been near constant lately, ever since he met her. Perhaps it would be better to say since he reunited with her. His stupid, blue-haired ex, Vivi Nefertari. More like… Villainous… never….damn it, you couldn’t think of a good horrible thing to turn her name into! Part of you knew that she wasn’t entirely to blame, it was Ace’s fault just as much as it was hers. He was ignoring you and she wasn’t helping by flirting with him and showing interest. At the same time, part of you wanted to put all the blame on her. If she hadn’t walked back into Ace’s life, he’d still be paying attention to you, he'd still be the same old Ace. Your eyes closed tightly as you tried to hold the tears back. The two of you had had so many good times together, you’d spent so much time helping each other, done so much for each other. A knock on your door drew you out of your thoughts, who the fuck was knocking on your door at 9 at night? Honestly, you had a hunch, you just weren’t sure if you wanted it to be him or not. Sure enough, the moment you opened the door, you were met with your black haired boyfriend, a small smile on his lips.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late, got caught up with uh, a few things.” Ace said, sounding a lot less apologetic than you’d like.

“It’s been 3 hours, Ace.” you stated, simply standing in the doorway.

“I know, I know, but it was important, can I come in?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. You sighed and stepped aside, allowing him in. He hadn’t even commented on your hair that looked like it hadn’t seen a brush in 2 days after you’d taken it down from its carefully styled arrangement, the loose fitting pajamas that half hung off your haggard looking body, or your blotchy tear stained cheeks. Had he even noticed or was he too inattentive for even that?

“So, I know I’m late, but maybe we could reheat dinner? I said I’d make it up to you and I’m here now.” Ace offered, heading for the kitchen, still with the same, almost forced looking smile.

“Is that all you’re thinking about Ace? Food? Don’t you have anything else to say?” you asked, trying to stay come and not start crying again. 

“Wha… we said we’d have a nice, stay at home date, you’d cook dinner, that we could spend some time together so I could make things up to you. What’s… oh! I forgot to tell you I love you when I walked in!” Ace said, walking over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder, leaning in like he often did to kiss your forehead. The young man looked at you in confusion when you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him and pushing him away.

“Do you love me, Ace? Cause it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it! You promised 6 pm, you’d be here. This was supposed to be our first real date in 3 months! You’ve literally either been super late or outright missed every other date that we’ve set up! Fuck, look at me! My hair looks like hell, I’m in my comfort pajamas, have you even noticed?” you demanded, raising your voice at the now bewildered young man.

“W-well, I keep telling you that you’re always beautiful, why would messy hair change that? And just because they’re your comfort pajamas doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re not okay. I’ve seen you wear those when we’re just watching a movie that makes you cry.” Ace said irritably.

“Ace, I’ve been crying for the last hour and a half! I probably look like hell! Not only that, but you’ve been avoiding shit! You did forget to say I love you, but you still haven’t actually said it! So do it! Tell me you love me, tell me I’m beautiful! Look me in the eyes and fucking say it!” you finally shouted, tears starting to stream down your cheeks once more. Ace stumbled backwards slightly, clearly taken aback.

“Y-you know I love you, that I think you’re beautiful… ugh, fine! I love you, you’re beautiful, happy?!” Ace snapped, raising his voice just as much. You stared at him in shock, tears still streaming down your face. He’d never talked to you like this before. Sure, you’d had your share of fights, of raising your voices and yelling, but the way he spoke to you, the way he snapped at you was different.

“Get out.” you whispered, lowering your head, your body starting to shake.

“Why the hell are you choosing now to whisper? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Ace demanded, eyes widening when your head snapped up, a furious glare in your eyes.

“I said get out! Get the fuck out of my apartment!” you shouted, pointing towards the door. Ace stood there in stunned silence for a moment before stomping towards the door.

“When you decide to actually fucking talk to me about your problems, let me fucking know!” Ace shouted, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, you collapsed to the floor, arms wrapped around yourself as you sobbed. What was happening between you two? What was wrong with him? Could it actually be you? Maybe he had a point. Maybe it was you.

Sitting in your room, you continued to sob. It had been days since your argument with Ace and while you were no longer blaming yourself, your heart was still aching. Shaky hands held your phone, unlocking the device and looking at the contact. Sabo, he’d been keeping you informed. He hadn’t been exactly happy with spying on his brother and ‘reporting’ to you, but he’d agreed to do so after seeing the state you were in. Ace had been spending a lot of time with what you now called ‘the blue-haired harlot’. Worse yet were the occasional pictures that you demanded Sabo send you. Part of you felt bad for using Sabo like this, but you couldn’t help it, you had to know and Sabo was your best option. Scrolling through the texts, your tears fell faster. Photos of Ace with his arm around her shoulders, the two of them getting ice cream together and walking in the park, seemingly innocent activities, but you knew Ace. The ice cream shop was his favorite one in town, the one he only took you and Luffy to, the one he’d taken you to on your first date. The park was the one with a beautiful wisteria tree that he’d said was his favorite napping spot, the one that he went to when he wanted to be alone, or when he wanted it to be just the two of you. Finally, finally you opened up a text to Ace. ‘Come over tonight, I want to talk.’ Send. 

Thankfully Ace was on time this time, though the young man looked more irritable than ever.

“So are you gonna apologize for yelling at me?” he asked, arms crossed, scowling at you.

“No, I’m not, because I had every right to do so.” you said, trying to stay strong as you looked at him, watching as he narrowed his eyes.

“Then what the hell is there to talk about?” Ace asked, growling.

“What am I to you?” you asked simply, trying to keep a relatively neutral expression, the question surprising the boy slightly.

“Right now? You’re annoying the shit out of me.” Ace said after a moment. A dry laugh left your lips as you shook your head.

“And here I was, thinking I was your sun. Your moon, your stars, your everything. Even that fight we had during halloween, I was still your everything. You called me 2 hours later, begging me to forgive you. I haven’t seen you in days and even before that, I barely saw you. You haven’t given me that smile in over 2 months.” you paused, taking a deep breath. Ace stood there, eyes widening as he stared at you, what were you saying? Why were you saying it? 

“Ace, I want you to leave and never come back. I don’t ever want to hear from you again, I never want to see you again. If you even attempt to call or text me, I will block you. I won’t wish you all the happiness in the world with Vivi because I honestly can’t bring myself to do so… and just in case you’re too dense and stupid to understand my point, I’ll say it plain and simple. I’m breaking up with you.” you stated, fists trembling at your sides, Ace’s eyes wide, jaw dropped as he stared at you. You weren’t sure how long it was before Ace gathered himself together, recovering from the shock.

“You know what? Fine! That’s fine, in fact, it’s great! I don’t need you in my life anyway!” Ace hissed before storming out of your apartment, feeling like fury incarnate. If you wanted to break up, fine! It was your loss! Except it was his loss.

[lovelybarnes]

home- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, alcohol mentions and drinking, the use of my own headcanon that bucky gets very clingy when he finds someone he trusts and loves

about: (requested!) prompt 21: person a tugging on person b’s shirt

bucky has been a lot clingier than usual. you suppose it’s your fault, you have dragged him everywhere with you since you met him- although that was to help bring him out of his shell and get him to actually go outside. you’re not sure if your efforts have backfired, as he’ll be trudging behind you like a lovestruck puppy wherever you go, no matter if it’s around the compound or in the small boutiques you frequent. you convince yourself they didn’t, since his days aren’t spent locked in his room, which you consider a win.

a knock you identify as natasha’s interrupts your mutters about an entrance you hadn’t seen before, natasha’s voice cutting through the peaceful silence. “i swear i saw you in that exact same place like five hours ago,” she states, leaning against your door frame as you shrug, not looking up. “you should take a break, the plan you made yesterday is great.”

you’re going over mission plans in your room, trying to figure out the best way to infiltrate the very last hydra base and succeed in cutting off the last of the organization’s heads. bucky is sleeping, his head on your lap. the hand that isn’t skimming the lines on the blueprint is combing through bucky’s hair, calming him down and chasing away his nightmares. once in a while, you coo inattentively when he begins to stir, not wanting him to wake up.

you had been away for two days, during which he got a grand total of three hours of sleep, the rest of his attempts driven away by nightmares. you calm him down, he says, so he’s slept in your room with you ever since you got back. it’s a strange sight seeing the former winter soldier, over two hundred pounds and six feet tall, resting bitch face pressed on the skin of your legs.

“there are always possible ways to fail, i need it to be foolproof,” you respond distractedly. natasha rolls her eyes and raises her hand, holding a pair of black heels between her fingers. “we’re all going out in half an hour,” she instructs, and you furrow your brows, staring at the intimidatingly tall shoes, “what? we are?” natasha hums, raising an eyebrow at bucky, “i haven’t been able to spend any time with you since you got back, besides, you need to have fun for a few hours.”

“i am having fun,” you lie. and natasha, unsurprisingly, sees right through it, shaking the heels and letting you know you have thirty minutes. you sigh, pushing the plans away and stretching, already planning to wear something casual, even though wanda will probably have a fit about it and point out the new dresses you have stored in your closet.

“you do deserve a break,” bucky points out from your thighs, and you look down at him, not realizing he was awake. shrugging, you agree, “i guess you’re right.”

bucky hums in reply, sitting up and looking over the blueprints you just set down. “i also guess i have to get ready, then,” you say, pressing a kiss to bucky’s cheek before going to your closet and taking out what you want.

bucky isn’t in your room when you walk out of the bathroom, light makeup applied (an illusion because you have no idea how to do it), jeans and a loose shirt that you somehow make refined, and heels that you bought months ago with no real occasion in mind. you hope the heels pull the outfit together and get you the wanda seal of approval, avoiding getting sent back to your room and having the woman make a mess of your closet to find something else.

you check yourself out in the mirror one final time, squinting at yourself. “you look amazing, doll,” bucky compliments, coming in through your door to stare at you and kiss your shoulder. you look back at him, appreciating how he looks, stunning as always. “you don’t look so bad yourself,” you reply cheesily, admiring the smile that adorns his face when the words leave your mouth.

it appears you and bucky are the last to be ready, seeing how everyone other than sam, steve, and nat were already on their way to wherever it was you were going. “whoo,” sam whistles, and you twirl when nat claps and asks you to. “you look hot,” she comments, and you do a proud little bow, “i can clean up when i want to.”

“and this will be worth it. we are staying out late like we used to,” natasha declares. you grin, “hopefully i don’t fall asleep. missions are tiring. especially when you finish them that quick.”

“ah yes, we are celebrating the new record y/n set!” steve reminds, and you tilt your head in smug satisfaction. “oh yes, i did beat nat, didn’t i?”

shooting the russian redhead a faux complacent look as she smiles, “enjoy it while it lasts,” she replies simply, and you nod, “i absolutely will. i know there’ll be a new one by next week.”

you manage to drink half of your weight in liquor by the second hour you’re at the new bar, chatting with wanda over her and vision’s relationship while sam flirts with someone next to you. bucky is surprisingly invested in the conversation, pointing out how happy vision has been- as much as he’s noticed, he’s still getting used to vision being a synthezoid- which makes wanda blush and smile wider. you can tell his social battery is running out, though, and you can’t blame him, exhausting your own with how many times you’ve rejected guys and held useless conversations with both the avengers and random people you bump into.

natasha has managed to get you into the dance floor, and you manage to have fun, even through the tiredness that hasn’t stopped coursing throughout your veins and smell of sweat and sex. you’ve sweated out the alcohol in your system, sitting next to your boyfriend while you’re telling steve what you saw the other day. sam is listening along, head tilting back in laughter when you inform him that tony wears captain america underwear. how you found that out, you prefer not repeating.

bucky doesn’t add on to conversations anymore, instead listening silently and driving away any men that dare to bother you with a threatening glare. it isn’t needed, but appreciated regardless.

which each hour that passes, you can see less of the avengers and more of the sun’s yellow, your body planted in your seat, listening to the others’ conversations. you’ve bitten back enough yawns to know your night is ending, your shorter answers only reassuring you.

you’re nodding along to one of tony’s stories when you feel a tug on your shirt, not needing to turn to figure out who it is, but you do anyways.

“can we go home?” bucky asks, weariness clear in the bags under his eyes as you nod, tangling your fingers with his vibranium ones. you bid everyone goodbye, bucky lingering behind you, his own farewells a silent nod of his head if any.

you nearly fall asleep next to him in the car, and he swears it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

-

he’s waiting for you on your bed as you get ready for bed, walking out and ruffling his hair when you see how he’s sprawled out. “come to bed, y/n,” he pleads when you begin to walk away again, his fingers pulling at your-his, really- shirt. “i’m almost done,” you promise, fulfilling it when you come back not a minute later.

he wraps you in his arms and is out like a light, dreams of you replacing the nightmares he’s had, and he vows he’ll never let you go.

[oh-my-may]

Nishinoya, Bokuto, Oikawa and Atsumu as your boyfriend hcs

requested by anon: hey hey heyyyy! may i request for 'as a boyfriend' headcannons for nishinoya, boukto, oikawa and atsumu please? thank u if u get around doing this !! xoxo

hello there!^^ at first I thought about splitting this post up into 2 parts because usually the ‘as your boyfriend hcs’ are a bit longer but  I decided against it so enjoy~ (also atsumus and oikawas are a bit longer because they are my faves and uuuh I am weak lol)

Nishinoya Yuu:

one of the most energetic and happiest boyfriends!!

Will literally love and cherish you until you die and probably even after that, I’m being serious his love and affection for you have no end

though in the beginning of your relationship, or even before it, he always gets very shy around you which is unusual for him. That’s how he knows you’re special to him, because you make him doscover a whole new side of him!

The secret admirer type of crush, everyday you’ll find a new small present waiting on your desk. Your favorite drink, a snack, a small cute note, a new pen when he noticed your old one didn’t work anymore, a small bunch of flowers... It’s just so cute!

But it takes forever until he actually asks you out. In reality, it happens a lot different than he imagined. Normally he made sure he was in school waaayyy before you, but that one day he overslept and was in class just a few minutes before you. or so he thought. You just walked in the moment he placed the small package of milk on your desk and you both just stare at each other for several minutes and he’s about to faint until Tanaka saves him and gets him out of class because “he might develop a fever, his face is all red and sweaty”

2 days or so you don’t hear anything from him, until he manages to get over himself and ask you out in the tiniest voice. He has to repeat himself several times until you understand him properly because the poor boy was so nervous he spoke too fast and too quietly

BUT AFTER he finally gets you to be his he’s just the smiliest baby!!

Will never, not ever, let go of your hand. At least not when he can avoid it.

Always wants you to be on his side, like at practice and such. You can be guaranteed to be found at every single game that Karasuno ever has again, even practice games. You’re always there cheering for him and he’s at his 150% every time! The team loves his energy on the field but it’s a biot exhausting everywhere else :’)

ANWAYS definitely a lot of activity dates! I’m not saying that he would say no to a good old cuddle session, but he’s just always bouncing around, so going to the arcade or comign up with fun games at the park is normally what you do after school and practice!

Tanaka is the accepted third-wheel of your relationship. Whenever your over sat Noya’s he ends up showing up, too a lot of times or he joins in on fun dates, but it’s never uncomfortable or weird. You two actually become really good buddies and he always tells you funny stories about Noya! Also him and Kiyoko and you two go on double dates and it’s!! So cute!!

Did I mention that Noya is the king of skinship and PDA?? He really couldn’t care less who’s around you or who might be watching, his eyes are always on you and his hand somehow magically finds his way to your ass lol

No but on a serious note he just can’t live without you and sometimes he can get really anxious if he doesn’t find you in a crowd or your hands don’t intertwine immediately when he reaches for you. He can’t explain it, it just doesn’t feel good about it when you’re not around him.

Protective!! WILL jump on anyone that looks at you the wrong way or makes you feel uncomfortable. he 100% has Tanaka’s support for this.

Did I forget anything?? That should be about it for my little noya rant, he’s just too cute I’ll hug him to death~

Bokuto Kotarou:

chaotic™

When I tell you he did NOT know what he was doing when he asked you out. Just listened to Akaashi’s and Kuroo’s advice and it somehow worked out for him. Several months into the relationship he’s still not entirely sure how he got you, but he doesn’t complain

(psssht, it was his clumsy charm mixed with some kind of natural charisma that got you, but don’t tell him that he will not shut up about it)

When he first saw you he was at practice and he couldn’t help but stare because how can a real human being be so pretty?? and he actually missed a ball, got it slammed to his head and well what can I say? You almost got him passed out the first time he saw you

He got soooo embarrassed afterwards help the poor boy. The brightest blush ever appeared on his cheeks and ears and his hair immediately went emo mode straight down hanging into his face

The whole situation was so chaotic and messy you couldn’t help but turn around and look for the source of all this trouble, just to find the silver-haired boy staring right at you and hitting you someplace special in your chest, literally taking you aback

Afterwards the coach scolds him for being inattentive and you leave the gym in a hurry, because you as well are embarrassed. But it doesn’t take long until Akaashi gets send to get your number and you can’t help but giggle as he tells you about how Bokuto literally won’t stop whining about you being the prettiest human being on earth

That’s how you started texting and bokuto might just be one of the most random texters (is that even a word??) ever. Like yeah, in the beginning he’ll mainly talk about volleyball and send you sweaty pics of him (no, not these ones!) but then again you’ll get a text at 3am on a thursday and it will be like a really bad picture taken of the moon and it will say like “thought about you” and in the next message 3 seconds later he’ll talk about wanting to be a werewolf or so. And you have to laugh so hard you can’t even be mad at him for waking you up

And that’s basically how you’re relationship works, too. A lot of random texts, especially “come over?” ones or “watch me at practice! please???” and you can’t ever get yourself to say no to him, because he’s always so happy when you show up!

Ngl it kinda distracts him too, but he’s in ace mode when you watch him because he feels the need to impress you even when you tell him there’s no need for him to because you’re already impressed by him

Loves hugs! Hugs after a victory or a defeat, hugs after school and practice and hugs as greetings and goodbyes... Just hugs, so he can entirely engulf you in his big and strong arms and you basically vanish somewhere between his arms. Loves pressing you close in the whole process of it, so close that you can barely breathe for a second, but you actually love it because it just shows his love and affection

9/10 times you’re also the cure to his emo mode. Just very rarely even you can’t help him and it’s upon himself to get over it, but with your presence near him and the opportunity to cuddle onto you while reflecting about himself, he’ll get over it eventually

He’s also the biggest cuddler there could possibly be. most of your dates are stay-inside ones because most of the times he’s exhausted from practice and games, so a chill night in with a good movie or series and some nice snacks really do it for him. He can just cuddle onto you however he likes and he especially likes brushing his fingers over your warm, soft skin. It makes him feel very at ease.

Yeah so that’s about it C: Please just love this smol bean to no end, because his love sure as hell also has no limit

Oikawa Tooru:

People might think he’d be very blunt and cocky and all when he has a crush, but I’m telling you - he’s actually the softest boy ever and prefers to keep his distance at fir4st to observe and understand his feelings for you

So what I’m saying is: As soon as he realizes what exactly his feelings are for you, he gets a bit shy and distant but blushes whenever he sees you

At first he thought you were just one of his obsessed fans and he didn’t think much of it, but then his gaze always wandered over to you, no matter if it was during a game or a practice or at school or when he saw you somewhere else... It was like you were haunting him, in like the best possible way, as he soon realized

It takes him forever to get himself to talk to you, because he wants everything to be perfect. He chooses to approach you in school when he found you alone that one day, but oh well, it totally didn’t go as planned. His glasses fell off his nose when he was trying to be smooth, he hopelessly stumbles across his words and his face got so red you thought you were talking to a tomato. Still, it kinda did something to you. You found it endearing, really. So you could just smile and nod when he asked you to got out with him and the biggest sigh of relief ever™ leaves his lips

He’s still hecka nervous for your first date, asks all his friends and team mates about their opinion on what he should wear and do, where should he take you etc... It takes him so long to decide that you just take it in hand and suggest something and he just rolls with it and turns out to be one of his favorite dates ever. A day at the park, though halfway through it got messy because it started raining and neither of you were prepared, so you had to run and share his jacket to go someplace dry and you end up in a library and neither of you can hold in the giggles when the librarians tell you to “tone it down.” It’s also your first kiss between seemingly endless rows of old books and your hearts flutter like crazy afterwards and you’re just speechless because... OIKAWA IS A GREAT KISSER idc what any of y’all think

so it just becomes a regular thing for him to pull you aside in the gym hall or school halls or whatever and kiss you senseless for his entertainment because your reaction is always 10/10

He may act smooth around others, presenting himself as the cool confident boyfriend, but really... He’s just the softest boy for you and a hopeless romantic on top.

Play with his hair and he will never leave your side ever again. The cutest pink hue will spread on his cheeks the first time you do it and with time you learn more about his soft spots, like brushing your lips or fingertips over his neck or the ticklish feeling he gets when you touch his waist.

Loves to pick out movies and series for you to watch. Most of them are alien or conspiracy theory-themes but you don’t mind, Oikawa is happiest when he can connect several things he loves, like you and aliens, or you and volleyball.

You’re also gonna have to accept the fact that he spends a lot of time on volleyball and that he will come home late and not always have time for you on the weekends. He will, however, especially love it when you work your way through his schedules to meet him, like when you come to watch and support him at practice. He will take extra breaks to pull you close and calm himself down in your arms.

Iwaizumi will definitely become one of your closest friends and you’ll both spend time shit talking about Tooru (ofc in a loving way) and Oikawa can’t help but smile seeing as you get close to his best friend~

He’s not exactly the most jealous type of boyfriend. He does trust you a lot and just makes sure that everybody always knows he’s your boyfriend. Trusts you with handling certain situations, though he will keep an eagle eye on strange boys and men near you and won’t lose no time chiming in when he feels like it to safe you

Of course there’s a big decrease in the numbers of his fangirls after everyone finds out you two are official, but Oikawa actually prefers it this way. As long as you are cheering for him, nothing will be able to stop him.

The bestest and softest boyfriend, not to be dramatic but I’d die for him

Miya Atsumu:

Okay now this one is actually smooth. Or so he thinks.

He’s quite obvious about his crush and feelings for you, so like he won’t hide it and use every possible opportunity to talk to you and flirt with you. And when I say flirt I mean he will use every bad pickup line you have ever heard somewhere

At first you’re really really turned off by it, but you do give him credits for being so determined and never giving up. He even takes advice from all his team mates and even though Osamu and Suna are very annoyed by his behaviour, they help because they think it will get better once you two are dating.

So every once in a while he will bring you some self-made delicious food along with a smooth line and one day he catches you off guard so hard you choke on some rice and then blush so hard you run out and you just leave poor Tsumu standing there wondering??? Are you okay? Did he just make you blush?

The next day he comes apologizing with the biggest bouquet of flowers right in front of everybody in your class and you get soooo embarrassed and the way he’s standing there is lowkey just adorable so you have no choice but to say yes. You almost catch him blushing right there, as well, because he really didn’t expect you to say that right then and there

Now when I tell you, he’s the most likely out of these 4 to ditch volleyball practice to sdpernd time with you. Most of the time it isn’t even intended, he just forgets time until he either gets a text from his brother or Suna or Kita OR you realize how late it is being like “Tsumus shouldn’t you be at practice since like 2 hours?” “Oh really? Guess not today. Now come here.”

He gets very used to having you close to him, just like Bokuto, so he will start whining when you can’t make it to a game or you’re busy with school work. Will definitely also make surprise visits at your house, like he’ll just randomly appear in front of your window at 3 am?? Are you spiderman??

Not to be angsty on this fluff post but uuhh fights with him can get very bad because he’s a stubborn child and sometimes you’ll catch him not talking to you 3 days after an argument because he needs time to cool down and reflect. He’s in the wrong 4 out of 5 times and he knows, but just give him time and he’ll be fine again. Shows up with the biggest face of regrets and food he threatened his brother to make and he’ll just blob down into your arms mumbling apologies over and over again. Cute.

Jealousy over 3000. Grows red with anger and balls his hands into the fist the moment some guy makes his way to you. Is on your side in 1 second will make no effort to hide his distrust towards the other guy. Sometimes he’ll get a bit too protective and you just have to tell him that and he’ll let you do your thing, though his gaze will never leave you just to make sure

Biggest show off. Will pull you close or hold your hand in public, grinning like and idiot and constantly placing kisses on your knuckles because you’re his baby and he loves you

Before he serves at games he will look right at you and have the most smug smile one has ever seen on his lips before smashing the ball righ into the opponent‘s field with 0 chance of them to safe the ball. It’s lowkey hot.

Also he gets very pouty and whiny when tired after a long day at school with practice or after exhausting games! Will constantly place his head on top of yours, saying it’s “too heavy” and he literally just covers your body with his.

The type to unconsciously pull you closer while sleeping!! The cutest habit! Always makes you smile when he does it!

A lot of your dates involve either volleyball or playing video games (sometimes Osamu or Suna join) and it’s most of the times just really chill. From time to time though, he’ll get the urge to do something else and next thing you know is you’re wall climbing or on a roller coaster or something. It’s either all or nothing with him concerning dates lmao

Also loves bickering! Will sometimes annoy you on purpose to see your cute face and you’ll have small arguments about who stinks more or whatever and then it always ends with “i love you though”

djsklsl I’m stopping myself now because this was getting too long because I am biased™

[1kook]

mean jungkook + library sex

alternatively titled: skirt chasers — drabble ii 

this technically takes place before drabble i so the chronology is all fucked up but bear with me girlies... as most things on this blog do, it started w/ a gif v.v somehow it ended up being 4k and none of its proofread but are we surprised at this point cue the ted talk ending sequence 

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He was so mean.

Jungkook was horribly, terribly mean to you sometimes, and you wondered why you still allowed him to call himself your boyfriend when time and again he’d shown how mean he could be.

“Don’t do this,” you begged, voice but a hoarse whisper in the library, so desolate and void of the usual bustle of student life it had during the day time. It was nearing 10pm now, and you know the grad students who worked behind the front desk would change shifts soon. Their brief moment of inattention was what Jungkook had planned his little stunt around tonight.

He smirked, eyes facing forward at the empty seats on the other side of the table. Empty, because unlike your usual study dates, where he’d sprawl himself across from you and spend about half of his time just admiring at you, Jungkook had decided tonight that he’d sit beside you.

You hadn’t minded at first, not really seeing what the difference between sitting in front of you or beside you made, so you’d let him dump his books onto the table. Yeah it made things a little more crowded as you tried to squeeze both your laptops and an endless amount of books onto the surface, but it wasn’t anything to cry about.

No, the real issue had presented itself fifteen minutes ago when Jungkook abruptly shut his laptop. Usually, this was Jungkook speak for ‘I’ve reached maximum productivity and would like to go home now’ to which you had instinctively shut down your own computer as well. But unlike other study dates, where your boyfriend would haphazardly shove all his books into his bag and then patiently wait for you to organize your stuff, pretty, doe eyes gazing at you like you were his entire universe, Jungkook had had different plans for tonight.

“Quiet in the library,” he scolded, no real bite behind his words, the tip of his pointer finger brushing barely—and you mean barely—against your slit again. A clock ticked somewhere. Another minute dragged by.

A particular prod further down your folds made you squeal, and Jungkook shushed you quickly. “So loud,” he sighs, finally turning in his seat to face you. His movement granted you a moment of relief, his teasing hand moving away from you. His usual adoring gaze was nowhere to be seen, dark brown eyes half-lidded as he placed an elbow on the back of his chair, leaning his head into his open palm.

The library was dead silent, save for the occasional stutter of your breaths as you became aware of the way his eyes swallowed every inch of your presence before him. “Kook,” you started, and stopped because your throat was a garbled mess from stifling your whines for the past five minutes. After you’d cleared it, you began again, hoping the sweet tone of your voice would be enough to persuade him. “Let’s go back to your dorm, yeah?” You coaxed, brushing your hands down your skirt from where he’d thoroughly ruffled it. “We can relax there, okay?”

Jungkook said nothing, eyes continuing to rake over your figure. When you’d fixed your skirt, something in his jaw twitched, as if he didn’t like you trying to hide the evidence of his doings. Suddenly, his free hand, the one that had lingered on the table top, surged forward to grasp one of your thighs, tugging it towards him until your legs were pleasantly spread, your skirt dipping between the valley of your thighs.

“J-Jungkook—!” You gasped as his fingers trailed upwards to the apex between your thighs, a sudden caress to your folds making your legs clamp up again. Jungkook paid it no mind, after all your movements had left his hand snug between your thighs. Your hands flailed as they searched for something to anchor you back to reality, eventually settling on grabbing the sides of the seat.

“But what if I wanna relax here?” He sighs, leaning in closer to you, hot breath fanning across your neck as he ducked down, licking a broad stripe up the vein on your neck. His hand continued to massage the inside of your thigh, every single movement punctuated by a brush of his knuckle against your folds. Surely you were wet, Jungkook’s low murmur and wandering hands enough to light the fire beneath your skin.

But the rational part of your brain argued that the librarians would certainly pass through here during this shift change, the open study area consisting of only tables and chairs. It was a miracle no one was here tonight, but you guess it’s because it’s early into the semester, and no one has truly hit that point where they’re rushing to type essays before the midnight deadline.

Jungkook squeezes your flesh, jolting you away from your thoughts. “Come on…” he crooned, and you melt impossibly into the wooden chair. “I thought you liked the library, baby,” he teased, and his soft voice guides you into a false sense of security, one that is brutality ripped away from you when he yanks your thigh toward him again, the brute strength he rarely exhibited making you whirl in your chair, until you were facing him.

“Jungkook, someone could catch us,” you nervously warn him, chest tight with every soft caress he gives your throbbing core. You wrap a hand around his wrists, as if to stop him, but your body betrays you and a particular nudge of his fingers against your clit has you pushing his hand onto you.

Finally, he removes his other arm from where he’d been resting it on the back of the chair, shuffling around until he too is facing you. His knee knocks against yours, but you don’t have time to complain before he’s clapping both palms down into your bare thighs, smoothing them up and down as he gazes at your flushed features. “Then you better be quiet, pretty baby,” he says, leaning forward until his nose brushed against yours, and your lower lip trembled as you anticipated his kiss.

It’s soft and sweet, like Jungkook’s kisses usually were, but it’s tainted by the ravenous hunger of his that has him shoving his tongue past your lips, licking and biting you like a man starved. It’s wet, so undeniably wet, but that’s how Jungkook liked it best.

When he pulls away, his lips are slick with saliva and you wonder if it’s his or yours. You don’t have long to ponder it, before he’s knocking your thighs further apart, hand creeping under your skirt again.

You gasp, a stuttering mess as he takes two fingers and runs them up the length of your slit, pressing down in all the right places. Your stupid panties limit him from doing much else, and you whine against his mouth when the purple panties stop him from shoving his fingers into your core for the second time.

“K-Kook,” you whine, hips unconsciously grinding in circles as you chase after his touch, desperate to feel more and more of him. Jungkook delivers a stinging bite to your jawline, and you squeal in surprise.

“Shut up,” he hisses, and then, as if punishment for your volume, he tugs your underwear to the side. He provides no warning before he’s plunging two fingers into your aching pussy. He succeeds in the complete opposite of his warning, and even though you bite down on your lip, the moan that tears its way out of your throat is still loud as hell in the library. “___,” he warns, curling his fingers inside of you until you’re seeing stars.

You pay no mind to his warning, so caught up in your pleasure that you begin melting into your seat. You forget the back of the chair is beside you, not behind you like it should be, and your body weakens with every curl of his digits. It’s Jungkook’s strong hand that catches you, gripping the small of your back in alarm. “God, you’re making this so fucking difficult,” he grunts, his arm around your waist pulling your bodies even closer until his arm is uncomfortably angled between your bodies in order to keep fingering you.

“I’m sorry,” you wail, the loudness of your voice literally the last thing on your mind right now. “It feels so good, Jungkook—s-s good!” You mewl, fingers gripping tightly at the sleeves of his t-shirt. He scissors his fingers, and you swear you see heaven. “J-Jungkook!” You cry out, hands reaching to cradle the back of his head, silky strands caught between your fingers.

“Sh shh,” he shushes, and you can barely see the vein protruding from his temple. You can’t tell if it’s from being turned on or from being annoyed, and you don’t really care anyway. “Shut up, ___,” he seethes after another particularly loud whine. You decide it’s from annoyance.

“I can’t!” You cry out miserably, hips rutting into his touch the longer he thrusts his fingers in and out. His thumb stretches up, pressing down hard on your clit. You nearly release a scream of bloody murder, but Jungkook predicts this and swallows every sound you make with his lips. Your moans are muffled against his mouth, your back arching impossibly further into his chest as he curls his fingers over and over.

When he pulls away, the pop of your lips is loud, and your breathing is loud, but Jungkook just wants you to be quiet. “So fucking loud,” he huffs, each word punctuated by a rough thrust of his fingers into your pussy. “Can’t shut up for five fucking minutes.”

You tremble in his arms, the muscles in your thigh twitching every so often from how good his fingers feel nestled deep in your core. “Kook,” you babble, desperately chasing the pucker of his lips as you feel your orgasm begin to rear it’s beautiful head.

“What?” He barks, pulls you so close that his fingers push impossibly deeper. His knuckles are right against your folds, desperate to join in on the fun. But Jungkook’s hands were so, so big, and even though you could squeeze four fingers into yourself on a good day, just two of Jungkook’s fingers were enough to tear you apart. “Still got more to say?” He huffs, bites down on your lip meanly, like he doesn’t know how badly you wanted a kiss.

You whine anyway, and it registers in the back of your head the way he’d thrown one of your thighs over his to pull you closer, your entire body nearly balancing itself on your tailbone as he manhandled you around to best fuck his fingers into you. “Please,” your hoarse voice gasps.

Jungkook presses another kiss onto you, obnoxiously using his tongue until you could feel the saliva drip from the corner of your lips, his mouth greedy and inconsiderate. His fingers are curled as they thrust into you, each shove inside of you rougher than the last. You can almost taste the arousal begging to wash over you, and it’s when the thin ring on his pinky nudges against your folds that it comes to fruition.

“J-Jungkook!” You shriek, but the second half gets swallowed by his lips. Your body spasms, a cloud of white enveloping your figure as Jungkook continues fucking his fingers into you, milking every last spurt of cum out of you. Your cum gushes on his fingers, staining the parts of your underwear he hadn’t pushed away far enough.

Even when you’re coming back down, his fingers curl and scissor inside of you. You twitch, your body sensitive from your orgasm, but Jungkook doesn’t show any signs of stopping.

“That’s enough, Kook,” you choke out, hand fluttering down to catch his wrist before he really does break you. Jungkook’s hand pauses, but he doesn’t try to move away.

“That’s enough?” He repeats after a beat of silence, dark eyes staring hard. “That’s enough?” He repeats, and you hate how your hips unconsciously shift into him at the coldness of his voice. But before you can get another good caress or two out of him, he’s tugging his hand away from you like he’s disgusted. Not at you—never at you—but at your presumed selfishness.

Without warning, he’s tugging the two of you up out of your seats, shoving you chest down onto the table. The chairs scrape terribly loudly against the floor, but you don’t have time to worry about that when Jungkook’s flipping your skirt up, exposing your ass to the entire study area.

“Jungkook!” You exclaim, and at this point neither of the two of you have any regard for your volume. If someone was gonna catch you, they would have done so by now.

“Shut up,” he snarls, tugging your panties down. “So fucking tired of you, ___” he spits once he’s pulled the garment down to the middle of your thighs. He roughly nudges a knee between your legs, knocking your legs further apart. “Can’t fucking follow directions,” he huffs, and your ears register the clanking of his belt buckle, followed by a quiet zip of his jeans. “Too fucking weak to hold yourself up.” The soft sounds of fabric. “And won’t even give me a fucking thank you for making you feel good?” He snorts, and his raging cock slaps against your ass.

“Jungkook, someone will see,” you say, only to have that thought cut off as he reaches down and tangles his fist in your hair, tugging you up abruptly.

“What did I say?” He huffs, and his cock finds itself deliciously pushed between your thighs.

Your lips tremble, body arched back into him. Jungkook gives another pull, and you sputter into action. “To sh-shut up,” you whisper.

Jungkook lets up, and his sudden release of your hair has your upper body flopping back down onto the table. You go to push yourself up onto your elbows, but Jungkook presses a hand between your shoulder blades and shoves you back down.

“Are you gonna be good now?” He murmurs, hands stroking your hip. The arm on your back leaves you, but you don’t move to get up. You nod against the table, your lower abdomen folding in on itself at the raspy tone of his voice.

Your folds are still soaked from the orgasm you’d had just five minutes ago, and even if you hadn’t, Jungkook’s unusually mean demeanor had your folds drenched with every rough shove and every bark he threw your way. “Gonna be good,” you promise, though you don’t even know what that entails anymore.

You don’t really care anyway, especially not when you finally feel the head of his cock brush up and down your folds, collecting a sheen of cum that he rubs over the rest of his cock. It catches on your clit, and you slap a palm over your mouth to muffle the whine that escapes you.

Jungkook chuckles at your antics, and his voice is breathier than its been all night when he says, “good girl.”

His cock pushes against your wet hole, and when the head pops through that initial ring of muscle you find yourself squirming on the table top. Jungkook’s gasps become noticeably louder the deeper and deeper his cock reaches.

He’s so fucking big, and the sheer size of his dick has you salivating like a dog. “Okay?” He murmurs, and you nod like a bobble-head, hips shifting back into him. He releases a low string of groans, each one different from the last, as he finally bottoms out. He fills you up so nicely, and you subconsciously squeeze around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, finger nails digging into your hips, and he suddenly bucks into your tight heat. Unprepared, you moan, the hand that had muffled you before resting flat against the table top. Another thrust and you’re sobbing. “Be quiet,” Jungkook seethes, and you’re surprised he’s still even trying to keep the two to you quiet.

“Please,” you beg, wiggling your hips back into him. You know he likes this best, absolutely adores it when you entice him like this. But at the same time, Jungkook’s never been this rough with you before, this careless with his words, and you wonder if the same applies now at all. “Need you bad, Kook.”

He thrusts into you once more, and this thrust kicks off the rest as he slowly and shallowly begins pumping into you. “Told you to—to shut up,” he grunts, slowly picking up the pace.

“Nooo—,” you cry when he pulls out, only to slam back into you.

“God, you’re so fucking bad at this,” he chuckles, but there’s no hint of amusement in his voice. He does it again, pulls all the way out before shoving back in. “Pisses me off so much when you don’t do what you’re told.” He’s huffing between every other syllable he says, roughly pulling your hips onto him. “Supposed to be my good girl, or do you not want that anymore?”

“No, no!” You cry, fingers digging into the table, but it’s flat so you just scratch your nails against the surface. It’s disgusting to have your face pressed into a dirty, public table like this, but everything you and Jungkook had done tonight was by far more so. “I want that, I-I—“

Your words get cut off by a moan, one Jungkook pulls out of you after he begins pistoning his hips into you. His balls slap against your skin so loudly, it almost sounds like someone’s clapping. “Then fucking act like it,” he spits, and it hurts where he’s holding your hips, but it feels so good.

Suddenly, his cock pulls away from your warmth again. Expecting him to just thrust back in like he’d done before, you yelp when he whirls your body around, and it’s the first time you’ve seen his face since he’d made you cum nearly 15 minutes ago.

He’s hot, so unbelievably hot, as he glares at you with that cold gaze of his. You almost can’t believe this is your sweetie pie Jungkook, who just two hours ago had peppered you in butterfly kisses behind the vending machine in the student center. He looks rough and uncaring as he pushes you back into the table. One hand snakes its way behind your thigh, pushing you up until you’re sitting on the edge, and only then does he rudely push you onto your back.

“Come on,” he sighs in annoyance, like he wants this to be over with. But his hard cock curving against his stomach says otherwise. With your new position on your back, Jungkook slides two hands up the backs of your thighs, until they reach the part behind your knees and he shoves your legs up, nearly has them touching your shoulders, as he finds his spot between your lips again.

You gasp, because as much as Jungkook liked having you on your chest, thrusting into you from behind, there was nothing more that you loved than seeing his features twist and turn as he fucked you so thoroughly.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” You cry, heart fluttering in your chest at the sight of his furrowed brows, the sweat that coated his neck and his temples, the way his teeth ground together with each thrust. He was gorgeous, a wet dream, except he was tangible and very much here and very much yours. Before you can stop yourself, you’re babbling like a fool. “I love you, I love yo—“

Your second confession is cut short by the sudden uncontrollable series of thrusts Jungkook rains down on you. His hips ram into you so hard, he’d have sent you flying off the table if he hadn’t been holding onto you so tightly. “Jungkook,” you gasp again, “I love you—“

“Yeah, I heard,” he snarls, eyes zeroed in on the way your pussy clenched around his cock.

You huff, and then reach an arm forward to cradle the side of his face. If he’s surprised by your sudden affection, he doesn’t let it show. “I love you,” you choke, eyes watering from the overstimulation, the pleasure, the way he’d been so mean to you all night. “Say it back,” you blurt, and Jungkook pauses to regard you with wary eyes. “Say it back, Jungkook,” you beg, eyes pooling over until tears trickle down your cheeks, “say you love me, Jungkook, please, please.”

He swallows your heartbreaking sobs with a kiss, gentle and sweet, nothing like the mean ones he’d been giving you all night. “Love you,” he murmurs when he pulls away, lips still brushing against yours. “Love you so much,” he admits, and rolls his hips against yours.

You cry even more, but Jungkook pays you no mind, readjusting his hold on you to continue his thrusts. “I-I love you,” you sob, and then wrestle his hand away from your leg only to tangle your fingers together. “I love you!”

“Love you,” he parrots back, jaw tight as he reaches the final stretch before his orgasm. You’re trembling in his arms, from the pleasure and from the crying, and all you want is for him to love you. “Gonna come,” he announces, and ducks down to press another kiss to the corner of your lips as he rams his cock into your heat, so deep you feel him brush against your cervix.

You gasp, body writhing beneath him, stiff and aching from the hard table beneath you, but all of that fades into nothing when you reach your second orgasm of the night. You flutter, limbs boneless as your body quivers beneath his touch, coating his hard cock in another layer of cum. Adding to the first orgasm’s cum and the pre-cum on his own dick, Jungkook’s last few thrusts sound so disgustingly wet, squelching loudly in the silent library.

His hips lose control when he finally comes, stuttering uneven strokes as he bursts inside of you. Rope after rope of his hot cum coats your walls, and he’s huffing after he’s given it all to you. When it’s all said and done, it’s like a switch flicks off in Jungkook’s mind, and he’s pulling out of you hastily, reaching for your bag and where he knows you keep that tiny pack of tissues to clean you up.

“Baby,” he hurriedly murmurs, cleaning you up as best as he can with a cheap tissue, one that he also uses to wipe himself down. He’s tugging your panties back up your legs when you finally slid back into action, wiggling the rest of the way into your undergarments. Your cheeks are still wet from the sobbing you did tonight, and Jungkook is like a deer in headlights the way he’s looking at you. “I don’t know what came over me,” he hurries to explain, then shrugs a sleeve further down his arm, wrapping the material around his thumb as he dries your tears off. “I-I’m sorry...“

“You were so mean,” you pout, and your cheeks feel warm, your nose slightly stuffed, the same way they always feel after any type of crying. Jungkook startles, stumbles over his apologies as his cheeks warm up, eyes wide and panicky.

“I’m sorry,” he stutters for about the tenth time, and helps you off the table, hands wrapping around your waist the second you begin swaying, your legs so numb. “I’ll never do that again, I promise, i-it was just a heat of the moment thing, baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I prom—“

“Shut up,” you huff, repeating those same words back to him, and Jungkook does so immediately. A smile curls around your lips, and Jungkook slowly relaxes at the sight. “Just tell me you love me,” you sigh, pushing yourself up onto your tip toes, lips puckered and ready.

Jungkook sighs, a choked laugh of a sound, before ducking down to peck your lips. “Love you,” he sighs, “but please, stop me if I ever do that again.”

You blink owlishly. “Do what?” You ask as you shrug your cardigan on.

“Make you cry like that,” he says, taking your bag before you can even reach for it. “Hate seeing my baby like that, especially when it’s my fault.”

You roll your eyes, brushing through the empty study area and the empty library stacks. When you wave goodbye to the grad student at the desk, it’s a different person than the woman who’d been there when you and Jungkook had arrived two hours ago. His face is red as he spares the two of you a curt nod.

“Hm,” you trail off, taking his hand in yours the second you’re outside. It’s a little breezy outside, the moon shining bright over the dark campus. You think about how empty the bus will be on your way home, and how much Chaeyoung will scold you for being out late again. “Yeah, that was weird,” you laugh, brushing off any concerns Jungkook might’ve had about your little sobbing session tonight.

You’re nearing the bus stop, and before you can motion for him to hand over your bag, he’s tugging you down the sidewalk. “Come to my place tonight,” he pleads, eyes soft and round when he briefly glances at your undoubtedly unkept appearance. “Don’t want you going home by yourself, and I have to make it up to you.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you goof,” You roll your eyes, but follow him nonetheless. The campus still has its occasional stragglers milling about, but when Jungkook turns to face you, moon high in the sky behind him, it’s like you’re the only two in the world.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stumble when he yanks your hand to bring you closer. “Really?” Jungkook murmurs, and all you hear is his heartbeat against your ear and his breaths puffing softly against your skin. “Then please come over and let me do it again.”

[ichorizaki]

part of your world—s.d.

꒰ ❛ genre ❜ ꒱  — fluff. just, pure fluff

꒰ ❛ pairing ❜ ꒱ — timeskip!sawamura daichi x f!reader

꒰ ❛ warnings ❜ ꒱ — uhhh some curse words and teeth-rotting fluff, asahi’s terrible fashion taste

꒰ ❛ word count ❜ ꒱ — 2.7k

˚ ༘ˀˀ  ꒰‧⁺ a text from sol —  ✎ˀ !!! my first req!!! ily ily hehe i had so much fun with this; i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you so much for being patient, @ceo-of-daichi​ huhu

-`,✎ synopsis!  ; ♡ disneyland is just as magical as anyone dreamed for it to be and more.

One of the things that you love about Sawamura Daichi was how he calculated different factors to make sure that his intended outcome was accurate and to his satisfaction. Maybe it was the way his dark brows furrowed in concentration as he mapped out the plans, or perhaps it was in the way he had that small grin that boasted pride when he was done. You didn't know why he was planning so intently for a quick weekend trip to Disneyland Tokyo, but you didn’t quite care because it made for the perfect setting for you to pop the million-dollar question. While you would love to have the trip be just the two of you, you required an audience and moral support, which was why you had Sugawara Kōshi happily laying down in the backseat of the rented car and Azumane Asahi waiting for your arrival at his condominium complex at Ginza, Tokyo.

“Dai, how much further from Tokyo are we? I wanna ride the rollercoasters!” Kōshi complained from the backseat, propping himself up on his elbows. It was a miracle that both you and your boyfriend had heard him over the booming stereo that blasted the Disney playlist curated specially for the trip. He noticed that Daichi had his hand gripping your thigh where it was exposed by your denim shorts and made a gagging noise. “I thought I wasn’t gonna third-wheel.”

“We’re not even making out, you drama queen,” Daichi snorts. His eyes drifted from the rearview mirror to the GPS he was following on his phone next to the steering wheel. “We’re about fifteen minutes from the checkpoint.”

“Finally. Fifteen minutes more and I won’t be the only third-wheel.” You laughed at his comment as he went back to laying down in the backseat, scrolling through his phone and singing along to the songs. In his impatience, you knew it was excitement. Partially for Disneyland, but you knew the real reason behind it: the small velvet box sitting in your Kanken bag that sat by your feet.

Kōshi has been your partner in crime ever since your Karasuno days. You knew he had your back when it came to anything that consisted of the element of surprise, as you had his. You’ve said it a thousand times and you’ll say it again: the Karasuno VBC should be glad that you weren’t one of the managers. Otherwise, you were sure that their productivity would fall drastically.

Feeling your boyfriend’s calloused hand give your thigh a slight squeeze dragged your eyes from your phone screen to his beautiful face. You raised your eyes in question before he nudged his chin towards what lay beyond the glass windows, eyes fixated on the road. You followed his gaze and a small gasp of surprise left your lips.

It was by no means your first time in Tokyo but it never fails to take your breath away every time you near the border. Silver buildings line the landscape, blindingly glinting as they reflected the meridian sun. Billboard signs were but a blur of colours as Daichi drove past. You could practically smell the metallic scent of the metropolitan metal forest.

“Kōshi! Look!” You cried out, the palms of your hands flat against the glass along with your cheek as you tried to get closer to the scenery in the confines of the car. The second you passed the checkpoint and were cleared, the excitement was blatantly obvious in the way it seemed to send jitters down your spine. “Ah, I can’t wait to see ‘Sahi. I’m so glad he agreed to come out of his shell and spend time with us.”

“Right?” Kōshi got up from his position to squeeze his torso in between your seat and Daichi’s. “Man, I can’t wait to go feral at Disneyland and sleep for free in a downgraded hotel.” Daichi couldn’t help but laugh at the statement that his friend had made in reference to Asahi’s place. He had offered his condominium as accommodation for the night. You guessed that he was tired of being so lonely in such a spacious living space. The last time you checked, you were sure that he had two guest rooms which was perfect for the three of you.

Daichi continued driving into the city, easily finding his way to Asahi’s condominium complex. He was waiting there, scrolling through his phone in what could easily be the most tourist-y getup. He didn’t notice the vehicle pull up before him, which prompted you to wind your window down to call for him. Kōshi mirrored your actions, calling for him by his favourite nickname since high school.

“Oi, Negative Beardy!” He giggled as the bigger man looked up from his phone. His hair was cropped short, his previous peach fuzz now a well-groomed beard. He got up from his seat and you couldn’t help but notice the neon green fanny pack standing out exceptionally from his ensemble. You didn’t hold back the laughter and neither did your boyfriend as the clumsy man slid into the backseat next to Kōshi, the apples of his tanned cheeks a bright pink.

“Five months and the first thing you do is tease me . . .” Asahi sighed.

“How can we not when you look like a tourist?” Daichi countered as he began to drive out of the complex. “For a fashion designer, you sure do have a terrible sense.”

“Yeah, ‘Sahi,” you chimed in. “Isn’t the neon green fanny pack a little overkill?”

“Huh? Then where am I gonna put my wallet and phone on rides?” The three of you laughed it off, leaving a resigned Asahi shaking his head. Years may have passed and there may have been distance among the four of you but the chemistry was still there.

The drive from Ginza to Urayasu was about twenty minutes, but time seemed to fly by when you’re having fun because the next thing you know, the four of you were climbing out of the car with entry tickets in hand and standing in line. It was late into the season of spring and you could smell it distinctly in the air. The breeze was nice and chilly against where your skin was exposed as the sun cast a mighty glow upon the citizens of Tokyo, excitement buzzing in your veins like static electricity as you bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet.

Kōshi was the only other person who was being loud about his excitement, running as soon as he was granted entry into the magical grounds of Disneyland. You bounded after him, your voice disappearing into the large expanse of space as you screamed out loud.

“Y/N! People are staring, you idiot,” Daichi called out after you, taking your hand in his as soon as he caught up. You gave him a cheeky grin and wink along with a finger gun with your free hand. Now that you were finally at Disneyland, all you had to do was wait for the opportunity to make this fine man yours for the rest of your life. Kōshi gasped when he saw your linked hands and immediately turned to look at Asahi who tucked his hands behind his back in response.

The four of you started off at World Bazaar, taking a tour on the omnibus around the plaza before deciding to go in hard and strong at the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Adventureland. Needless to say, Asahi was the only one who emerged trembling like a leaf. You felt like a high school student once again, spending time with your best friends and your crush in what appeared to be a fantasy-like wonderland. Your laughter filled the air as screams and children’s excitement harmonised along.

Regardless of where you ventured in the theme park, you were smiling and laughing and running around like a child with Kōshi as Asahi and Daichi both looked on. The former was visibly embarrassed by the commotion that the both of you were causing while the latter simply bemused by how happy you were. Hell, simply ‘happy’ didn’t cut it. You were in absolute childlike ecstasy as you pulled him along to the different rides and exhibitions, asking him to take your picture with Daisy Duck or Peter Pan or some character whose name he had forgotten. He was completely enthralled by you and knowing that you were his simply sent his mind reeling and his heart thumping against his ribcage as he fondled with the navy blue box nestled in the pocket of his bermuda shorts.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You were about to ask the man you love if he wanted to spend the rest of his natural life with you. You kept telling yourself that you had no reason to be nervous, that no matter what his answer was, you’d respect it. It was only natural that you were restless, right? The adrenaline that flowed through your veins was keeping you on your toes at every exhibit, show, ride, and parade that the four of you spectated with bright, eager smiles.

It was only when the stunning blue of the sky began to mix with swirls of salmon pink and golden melting through fluffy whites were the four of you sitting on one of the benches outside Cinderella’s castle. Families of both locals and tourists had ice cream crêpes in hand as they strolled languigly. You had an ice pop in hand, sharing it with Daichi as he sat next to you whilst cooling himself with the electric handheld fan that you had brought along.

Kōshi was staring dead into your eyes, his silver eyebrows furrowing just the slightest bit as he nudged his chin not-so-subtly to an inattentive Daichi. You scowled silently back at him, wordlessly telling him that it probably wasn’t the right time. Probably. But then he went ahead and gave you a smug look that called you a coward for chickening out whenever the opportunity presented itself by neatly dropping into your laps.

He wasn’t wrong. You had the perfect opportunity to propose just about an hour ago during one of the parades at Fantasyland. Mickey had pulled you in for a dance on the road, and after your little grooving session, you had dragged your boyfriend who was reticent but never tried to hide the fond smile on his face. Poor Kōshi had wasted a good percentage of his battery filming several almost-proposals only for you to chicken out at the last second. You were sure that you weren’t going to hear the end of it if you didn’t get down on one knee to propose in the next hour.

“Do you still want the ice pop?” Daichi asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, shaking your head. Now’s the time, you told yourself. No more backing out. You were going to ask this man to be your partner in life and that was final. How could you not? You’ve known this man close to two decades. He had been by your side the whole time, through the ups and downs, never once letting go of you even when you told him to. To you, he looked no different than he did when you first met him at the shy blossoming age of 15. He bulked a little and sure, there were smile lines and some wrinkles, but that was it. He’s still the same Sawamura Daichi that you fell in love with. “My love, is everything okay? Is there something on my face?”

“Huh?” You blinked. Crap, were you staring at him too obviously? You quickly told him that no, there wasn’t anything on his face other than absolute beauty, to which his cheeks flushed red. Kōshi was staring at you—you knew it from the glaring burning on the side of your face—and you finally reached your arm behind you where your bag was, nervously trying to take the violet box from the confines of the small pocket. You heard Kōshi whisper-yell a not-so-subtle “Yes!” as he fumbled around to fish his phone out.

Daichi’s ochre brown eyes never left your face as he watched you get up from the bench to sink down onto one knee before him. You felt your heart stammering in a jittery, shaking, quaking panic as your cheeks burned beet red. He was patient, waiting and watching you slowly rest your hands over your propped knee. Only then did you realise that the words that you had painstakingly memorised were beginning to disappear from your mind like a drawing in the sand erased up by waves.

“Daichi,” you began. There’s no going back now. “I never thought I’d ever find someone who’s my best friend and lover. I wouldn’t say that you’re my saviour or some shit cause that’s really cringey.” You briefly paused, swallowing the lump in your throat as you tried your best to fight back the tears. Why did you have to get emotional now? You cleared your throat, “Um. Listen. I’m in love with you. I had a script and I forgot what were the specific words on it, but I know this for sure: I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to watch you grow old and have kids who are gonna have kids, who are then gonna have kids, and then we’ll be sitting on rocking chairs at the patio of our house in the countryside, watching the sunset.

“I– fuck, this is embarrassing. But, yeah. I love you, and I’m just here to complete the final objective. I’ve taken your jackets, your firsts, and your heart, and I think it’s time I take your last name.” From the corner of your eyes, you noticed there were a few people standing by to watch. Some of them were obviously tourists and the fact alone made your entire face flush pink. Your eyes were trained on Daichi’s handsome face as he let a lone tear escape before quickly wiping it away and sniffling. He had that smile on his face—the very one that made your heart throb and sing hallelujah—and you couldn’t help but smile too as you revealed the golden ring seated intricately in a sea of white silk of the velvet box that you were holding. “So whaddya say, Dai?”

The second he got down on one knee and took out an identical velvet box from the pocket of his shorts, you let out a loud groan, throwing your head back to stop the tears from flowing freely down your face. You heard the spectators cheer and laugh, and also Kōshi screaming right behind you. Your teeth abused your bottom lip when you returned your tear-filled gaze to him, arms going limp by your sides. You refused to believe this was happening. It was the last thing that you had expected from Daichi, but life was full of surprises, wasn’t it?

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he mused. The corner of his lip curled upward into a sly smirk but the amount of love brimming in his eyes told a different story entirely. “What do you think?” By then, you had tears raining as you folded your feet underneath you so you could sit down and process everything. Even then, you were bawling your eyes out, holding his calloused hands in yours as he heartily laughed, kissing your tears away and pushing your hair out of your face.

“I think I wanna marry the fuck out of you, Dai.” Your shoulders trembled as your heart sang a euphoric tune that you never thought you’d be able to achieve. His bare, warm arms wrapped around you to guide you to sit down on the bench. He took his time wiping your tears and putting the ring on your finger before he did the same for himself.

“Tsk, babe, there are children here.” His teasing chides fell on deaf ears as Asahi and Kōshi joined the both of you, congratulations and teasing filling the atmosphere. You didn’t care that there were children there. Disneyland is one hell of a magical place, and you were just beyond thankful it turned all of your dreams into a reality.

[bxoken-heartss]

PAIN: Cedric Diggory (C.D)

Pairings: Lyra Lestrange (oc) x Cedric Diggory.

Genre: It's a surprise. Trust me I won't disappoint you.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 4.3K+

Prompts used: 2) ‘will you shut up?” 29) ‘Shut up and kiss me’ (Did a bit of changes in the prompts, I hope you don’t mind it. Prompts used in BOLD)

A/N: Hey guys! This is my entry for @wandsandwheezes​ ‘s writing challenge! Congratulations on the 300 FOLLOWERS lovely! Your works are absolutely amazing! So this is my first ever Harry Potter work. So I understand if the work is a little rusty. I don’t really have much to say. I really hope y’all like it and don’t forget to leave this work a heart, a comment or a reblog if you enjoyed it! I have a few works related to my OC, so if you want to know about her, I’ll be more than happy to post more about her! Constructive criticism are always welcome and just tell me your honest opinions on it!!

Here’s a small CyRa (Cedric x Lyra) based moodboard:

Lyra laid back on the mat beneath her, feeling absolutely peaceful. A soft smile decorates her lips as her eyes fixated on to the night sky which was littered with infinite stars, beside her boyfriend Cedric Diggory who seemingly looked preoccupied with his racing thoughts.

"The stars always have this..unexplained feeling of..calmness...just some kind of mesmerizing charm to it..don't you think so Ced?" Lyra asks, her eyes brimming up with a sense of calmness, her gaze still fixated onto the stars.

"Yeah of course..they're beautiful..they're absolutely spectacular." Cedric pauses uneasily, his gaze nervously shifting between the night sky and Lyra

"Are you alright Ced? You've been awfully quiet the entire time..Are you sick or something?" Lyra asks as she looks at him, her chin resting on her arm.

"NO!" Cedric shouts a bit too loud "I mean no!! Nothing's wrong!! I'm fine! Completely okay!!" Cedric answers a bit too quickly

"Are you sure? You sound extremely nervous..like really nervous..Are you absolutely sure you're okay?" Lyra asks again, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looks at him.

"I'm fine Lyrie..I'm all fine. I'm just..Maybe I'll let you know after sometime? " Cedric asks, his tone nervous as Lyra nods reluctantly but seemingly understood.

"Okay..yeah I understand. Just talk to me when you're ready..or only if you do want to talk about it. You don't have to talk to me about it if you don't want to." Lyra replies as she squeezes his arm in reassurance.

"Well actually maybe on second thought..can we just go there?" Cedric asks as he points at a spot on the other side of where the two of them sat.

"The moonlight looks absolutely pretty and perfect there..and..it's getting stuffy just sitting here..maybe we should take a small stroll?" Cedric finishes as he lets go of her hand, further confusing the dark haired witch.

"Well of course..if you say so.." Lyra replies, slightly confused and annoyed at his rather odd behavior.

/ / /

The both of them begin walking towards the spot Cedric had suggested. Cedric had been awfully quiet throughout the entire stroll. Cedric kept trailing behind her slowly and practically refused to look at her..

which had unexpectedly infuriated her for some reason. What did she do that he had to completely ignore her and act absolutely abnormal?

She knew he had his personal issues and would come around when he was comfortable. But he was constantly distracted and inattentive the entire day. What was it..that was so huge that bothered him? She wanted to help..but she..didn't know to.

She walks ahead a bit quickly and finally stops in front of a small lake, the moon's reflection beaming onto the lake. She stared at it, her arms crossed not bothering to wait for Cedric to join her. Maybe he just needed some time alone..and maybe after he was done sorting his problems as such. So she just did what she had to do..give him the space and time he needed to clear his thoughts. Lyra sighs as her gaze fixates on to the lake that laid in front of her.

"Lyra..Lyra..?" Cedric calls out from behind her

"You can come to me when you're ready to talk. I don't want to have a one sided conversation without any actual response as such. If you were having a bad day then we could have easily cancelled this and stayed home. You came up with this idea yourself Ced. I would have understood if you told me you weren't feeling great. I wouldn't have complained." Lyra replies, crossing her arms, her gaze still firmly fixated on to the lake.

"Just listen. I know this is going to sound absolutely weird but how many last names do you actually have Lyra?" He asks as Lyra rolls her eyes

"It's..Lyra Cassiopeia Black Lestrange.. So that's two last names..and one mid- -" Lyra pauses for a split second "Wait..why ar- " Lyra begins again,her tone laced with frustration only to be interrupted by Cedric once again.

"Do you perhaps..have the space to fit just one more?" Cedric asks, his tone clearly nervous.

"What in Salazar's na- -" Lyra begins as she turns behind freezing instantly in shock as her gaze fixates onto Cedric, her mouth slightly agape.

He stood on his one knee, a small box in his hand as he awkwardly looked at her. He quickly passes her a small awkward smile with all the leftover courage he could muster up.

"Cedric Diggory..what in Salazar's name are you-- -" Lyra begins halfway, her tone uneasy and nervous

"I'm extremely nervous..please don't question me any further Lyra.." Cedric interrupts her

"Let me just go on with this..Just don't talk. Just listen and nod..okay?" Cedric pleads.

"Don't tell me you're - " Lyra begins again

"Just please..don't interrupt..just let me down with this?" Cedric pleads as Lyra nods awkwardly.

"Well..first things first, I'm not going to go straight to it..but I don't want to drag on with it for too long..there are some things I want to say..but I'm not sure what or where to start with. So just let me finish it and then you can do or say whatever you wish to.

Lyra..the first time I had met you which I don't remember when exactly was it..I mean, I had seen you hanging around with Malfoy, who still can't stand my presence even now. What's his issue with me? I mean sure I'm dating his cousin sister but does he forget the fact that the feelings are mutual? I wonder if he'll ever warm up to me...sounds highly unlikely but I can still hope.

Okay so like I was saying, yeah I thought you were like a part of Malfoy's posse or something..and Malfoy had less than attractive traits…well I admit..maybe at the first glance..I might have perhaps over generalized..but when we actually interacted..it was less of an actual conversation...all I did was help you with your books...but you didn't see it as a kind act..and just rolled your eyes at my actions..when I had asked you if being helpful was a crime, instead of shoving me off your way or..you know, being snarky and walking away without a reply..You stood there and calmly responded to all my sarcastic comments with even more sarcastically snarkier ones...To say, I was awestruck and amazed would be a downright understatement. After that incident as such, I decided to put behind my judgement..and wanted to see the real you..the you behind all that sarcastic gestures, the fake smiles and the hard exterior.

Witty banters with you have always been entertaining because you challenge me in so many ways...and I've enjoyed them thoroughly. I realized that the more you tried to contradict me..the more drawn I was to you.

Well, I remember helping you with your flying lessons..and through that we sort of turned into good friends..or at least acquaintances the bare minimum. Though you learnt flying the hard way..I'm still very SORRY for that sprain! It still bothers me till date.But looking at the bright side..you turned out an excellent flyer and a phenomenal chaser! So you're welcome.

We eventually grew closer..well not really, I used to come and bother you in the library…we'd meet each other in the hallway..I'd wave at you at the Great Hall..we'd engage in small talks here and there..and yet all you did was resist me? How could you do it Lyra? I was..well still am the most appealing person ever..Okay don't glare at me Lyra..I was just stating facts.

Well..you see..You just have such a beautiful personality..like this magnetic aura that automatically gets everyone around you to feel almost instantly safe..and comfortable. You're just mesmerizing. Anyone you know..if they ever felt an ounce of uncertainty about themselves and just feel that maybe no one cares, you shower them with all the love and affection you've had on to them. You make them feel..worthy and deserved.

You're smart, independent, brave, warm hearted, spectacular, amazing and for the plus point..you're super cute and pretty at the same time. I mean..I just want to squeeze your cheeks whenever you're mad...cause it's so evident...when you're annoyed or pissed with someone..but again you're adorable when you're mad..but again, it's fun to get you all agitated and then further fuel that energy to something stea- - Okay I'll stop. Would you stop disintegrating me with your glares? I'm just a baby." Cedric pauses as he catches his breathe.

"No..wait! I'm not done yet!" Cedric counters as Lyra closes her mouth and nods slowly.

"Yeah..so again, like I was saying..after all that effort, you managed to acknowledge my presence and decided to be friends with me! And slowly..we had finally got close..We spent our free afternoon with small picnics filled with the most random sets of goodies, stargazing..I clearly remember the times when you'd point at weird patterns..what were they- -oh yeah constellations! Yeah so you'd show me the stars and explain about their origins as such..and I'd have no clue about it but you always seemed so..interested and enthusiastic about it that I let you ramble on. Your rants about things you were highly informed about as such were really fun.. especially when I didn't know about what in Merlin's name were you even talking about..it was just fun to see you get all excited and geeky about it.

And what else? Oh of course! My extremely spectacular and creative love letters..and how you'd just roll your eyes at them..I'd put my entire heart and EFFORTS on to them…and yet you'd be the only girl who'd SHRUG away my letters...but I'm sure you internally appreciated it. Okay most of them were amazing pick up lines and small weird poems I came up with during the classes but..it was pretty sweet..you're so lucky that I wro- -Lyrieee!! Okay okay..but you have to admit they were good..at least MOST of them..half of them?! Oh come on Ly!! Stop hurting my poor pride." Cedric rants, a playful pout on his lips

"As time went on, I started to feel… something weird around you. Your presence felt necessary and I found a solace in your company...I wanted to be around you, not like in a creepy obsessed way but an aching feeling to just be around you whenever I could..Suddenly your smile seemed more precious, your presence a bit more necessary, your actions..a bit more meaningful.

I started to notice little features of yours I barely never did...like the serious look you have when you read a book with utmost concentration, the way you furrow your eyebrows together when you're thinking hard, the smug look you have throughout the entire Quidditch matches you play, the way your eyes gleam with a brightness when you talk about things you like, the way your gaze shifts quickly whenever you want to ask someone a favor because you hated asking anyone for any types of favors because it made you feel helpless and dependent, the way you roll your eyes whenever people mildly try to prove you wrong especially when you know you're right and they aren't and just that infamous smirk would get my heart fluttering like it had some wings as such. I know that's not really possible..but that's how it felt.

The thing is that I didn't realize that I was slowly starting to fall in love with you..fully and thoroughly. Maybe it was always there..a part of me always fancied the idea and the concept of being with you..but I had no idea it would escalate into such strong feelings..like it has turned into what it is till date.

You made me feel loved, deserved, happy and somehow whole in a way. You showed me that every problem had solutions…and you helped me find the solutions to mine. You corrected me whenever I was wrong, stood beside me,supported me before anyone else did and when no one else would.

Everything started to make sense around you..and that's when I finally realized..oh no! I'm in love with my..best friend! The thought terrified me..The thought that I could potentially call you mine forever or lose everything we've ever had.

I obviously didn't want to admit it to myself and you..because then it would be entirely awkward. I needed you in my life..and if I did tell you that I loved you more than a friend and if you thought our relationship was purely platonic, then it would evidently ruin things between us no matter what. I didn't want my petty feelings as such to come in the way and tear the bond we shared.

But my love for you was..just absolutely evident...it was just the truth and it just wasn't platonic in any sense whatsoever no matter how hard I tried to convince myself. I tried really hard but I couldn't hide it for long.

So after a lot of thinking..by lot I mean a lot. I decided to write a letter to you after the numerous failed attempts to tell you in person how I felt about you because I always chickened out..and that's why I'd talk about the most random things especially when you'd ask me basic things like..how my day went...or how my classes were and I'd awkwardly talk about the weather...and you'd give me a confused look and shrug it off without much questions.

So I finally set up my mind and decided to confess my feelings by writing you a letter.. and then all that drama related to that letter followed by. But when you decided to be the mature one and by that I mean when you very practically yelled out that you had feelings for me..I was..just so flustered,happy and excited and everything! I mean.. I expected a cute speech, roses and chocolates of some sort whilst a confession..but yelling them out too wasn't a bad idea..It was a very.. natural way of confession. So again thank you for that. I don't ever want to think what would have happened if you didn't drag me and force me into that conversation.

So even though there was the brief period of unnecessary- unspoken argument which could have been avoided if I wasn't so afraid to tell you how I truly felt about you! But it was all..at the end of the day for the good…not really. It was terrible not being able to talk to you about everything and anything...but things turned out for the best. It made me realize that..without your presence in my life, there was an evident part of me that was missing.

It was either all I could have ever wanted..or it would be my biggest regret. So back then..my reasons in a way..was understandable.

After we began dating, there was this sort of awkward phase..where we didn't really know how to act with one another. But slowly and carefully..we did get used to it. It was fun..exciting and amazing. Picnic dates, honest love letters and just the love and affection that came out of our relationship, to think all of it was real and not platonic anymore..it was a dream come true. Of course, we've had our ups and downs..but at the end of the day, we had each others' backs and loved each other thoroughly.

And then I graduated off but we stayed in touch through letters and surprise presents. I've grown to love and cherish all of them with all my entire heart! We made up for the distance by meeting up at the holidays and despite the distance, we still could make up time for one another. Thank you for tolerating all my amazing pick up lines, all the flowers I've gotten you, all the very silly things I've done for you…for the record you liked them..well at least most of them at least.

Lyra, you push me off my comfort zones.. speaking of which, I also remember that one time you quite literally pushed me off those stairs. I know it was a mere accident..but considering the fact that you hadn't left my side until my minor sprain had healed..it was kind of like a win- win situation for me.

You bring out the best in me, stayed beside me even after seeing the worst in me...not a lot of people do that. They're quick to leave when things go downhill.. and quick to stay when you're at your best.You stayed even when there were millions of reasons to leave.

We've had a fair share of arguments and disagreements. A lot of them weren't our greatest memories but at the end of the day, we solved them together and sorted out our differences and misunderstandings. We came out stronger than before.

It's just that..Lyra when I'm with you or around you, nothing else really matters to me. I feel so free and comfortable around you and I just..you just mean so much to me! I can do all the most imaginable cliché things but somehow it doesn't feel all awkward and weird...when it's with you.

You aren't just my girlfriend..you're my best friend..it's like finding my soulmate in the form of my best friend..You mean, a lot to me. I don't think I can ever elaborate on how much your presence and your love makes me feel. You bring in the best version of myself and I'm always happy when I'm around you. You complete me..make me feel like maybe I deserve it..

You add meaning and color to my life..and despite your flaws and how much ever you emphasize on it..All I see is a beautiful mess. Well..ten times beautiful inside out and...a tad bit of mess. Just a small bit..your sweet smile makes up for those irrelevant little flaws. So just beauty and perfection with a lot of sass and sarcasm.

I just love you so very much. I want to wake up beside you every single day of my entire life..just spending all my good years and bad ones beside you..maybe have a child or two? Only if you want to..I mean maybe later! I want us to grow old together..and spend our lives together.. forever and ever! And the point is that I can never picture any of this happening with anyone else apart from YOU!

So what I'm trying to say is that, Lyra Cassiopeia Black Lestrange..will you make me the happiest wizard in the ENTIRE wizarding world by getting married to me? Wait..we marry each other..I sounded narcissistic for a split second. Do you want to marry me? Will you marry me? Dear Merlin- -what am I even saying?" Cedric rants out as he breathes heavily.

"Uhm..Lyra? Lyrie….Ly?! Why aren't you replying? Was it that terrible? Is this perhaps not the right time? Why are you tearing up?! Love, are you alright?! Oh dear Merlin! I shouldn't hav- " Cedric begins nervously

"Oh would you do me a favor and shut up for a split second Diggory?" Lyra asks as Cedric stops his incoherent nervous ramble halfway

"You get to ramble out an entire speech, give me less than a minute to comprehend all of it and just continue rambling on and making illogical assumptions?" Lyra asks rhetorically as she quickly wipes a few careless tears that fell on her cheeks.as Cedric remains silent.

"Why?" Lyra asks clearing her throat breaking the short lived silence

"Why as in?" Cedric asks, a bit confused

"Why..do you want to marry me?" Lyra asks barely above a whisper

"YOU'RE asking ME why do I want to marry you?! I prepared an entire written speech and practiced it in front of the mirror...more times than I can count only to forget half of it..but the point is that my speech covered up all the reasons I love you and I just..Lyra..You just matter so much to me and I just thought that it'd be the right time to bring this up...but I guess it wasn't..." Cedric replies as he looks down, a disappointed sigh escapes his lips.

"I- -I-- I'm sorry for making this awkward.. let's just go home.." Cedric replies as he runs his hand through his hair

Lyra walks up to Cedric as she crouches down. She softly lifts his chin with her hand as her gaze fixates onto Cedric.

"Hey it's fine..you don't need to- -" Cedric begins his tone upset, his eyes gleam with a tint of pain.

Lyra rolls her eyes as she presses her lips against his..cupping his cheeks, Cedric's face heating up in the process. Lyra pulls away as she presses her forehead softly against his.

"What..are- -" Cedric whispers, his heart pacing quickly

"Can I at least talk now?" Lyra whispers as he nods softly

"I..well..this..your speech..I'm moved. It's just..I'm not used to this..Okay? Well you see, I'm- -I'm..I'm just awestruck with how much effort you put into it..and all of it.. just for me? No one has done so..much for me." Lyra says as she clears her throat

"Why wouldn't I? You mean so much to me!" Cedric replies.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to marry..me?" Lyra asks softly, her face brimming with a mixture of both doubt and confusion

"Of course I am..I always have and always will love you and ONLY you Lyra. I've never been more sure about anything else." Cedric replies, his eyes brimming with sincerity "I understand if you aren't ready for it.." Cedric adds as he presses her hand in assurance.

"Yes.." Lyra replies a bit too quickly

"It's completely alri- -wait..what?" Cedric asks, his tone laced with confusion.

"I do want to marry you...but only if you're sure..and only if you're ready to tolerate me.."

"More like you tolerating me..but whatever you say love.." Cedric replies chuckling lightly

"But are you like..sure sure? Maybe you don't really want to marry me? Maybe I'm a bit too much for you? Maybe- " Cedric begins again nervously as Lyra shuts him up again with a kiss, a small smile on his nervous face

"Lyra I don't want to force you into getting married as such. It's completely your de---" Cedric begins again as Lyra interrupts him again with a kiss

"Lyra would you - -" Cedric begins again as Lyra presses a kiss onto his lips shutting him up for a brief second

"Don't you get it? Why do you have second thoughts about my answer? I said yes..and when I say yes..I mean it. So the more you try to let in your doubts consume you and ask me if I'm absolutely sure with my decision, I'll keep interrupting you until you decide to finally shut up and accept my answer!" Lyra states as she gives him a firm look.

"Lyra..I love - -" Cedric begins as Lyra presses a kiss onto his lips again, earning a cheeky smirk from Cedric

"Okay...that was impulsive. I'm sorry for that. You can be such a manipulative jerk sometimes you know?" Lyra replies, her cheeks tinted with a bit of pink

"Don't apologize..it was intentional. And again..I'm a manipulative handsome jerk Lyrie.." Cedric replies as he smiles.

Cedric sits down, Lyra following the same as he opens the small black velvet box, a diamond ring inside it. Cedric takes it out as he takes a hold of Lyra's hand softly.

"So I'm guessing you can make space for another last name too?" Cedric asks, his eyes gleaming with joy.

"Well..I don't mind it." Lyra replies as a small shy pout rests on her face, as Cedric's face beams with a bright smile, as she lets out an unconscious smile.

Cedric lets out a shaky breathe as he looks at Lyra one more time, his grip uneasy on her hand.

"You're sure right? Once I- -" Cedric begins as Lyra presses his hand in reassurance.

Cedric nods softly as he slides in the ring onto her finger as Lyra lets out a smile as she stares at the ring. Cedric stands up as he helps her up.

"This..is beautiful. And to think I was annoyed at you for this. I'm sorry I snapped at you..I just didn't know.." Lyra replies looking down

"It wasn't your fault..I was just insensitive. I didn't mean to..I was just really nervous. Really really nervous..But you weren't supposed to..know too. So it's all good." Cedric says as he smiles at her

"It was..good. Really good. I appreciate it. So well I guess..you're stuck with me forever.." Lyra replies

"Well..You're stuck with me too so I guess we're even..I love you."

"I love you too Badger.."

"I love you more Stargirl.."

"I love you the most pretty boy."

"Damn you're absolutely right about the pretty part!" Cedric replies cheekily

"I said petty.."

"No you didn't.."

"Well..whatever. But seriously how many times did you have to rehearse that speech?" Lyra asks curiously

"Oh..let's not go to that now..Literally spent a solid week or two trying to rehearse it in front of the mirror..The confidence I possessed there was..immense. But the moment I had to..say all that in front of you..I lost all of my confidence but somehow I made it through. Pure luck and a bit of practice perhaps." He replies

"It was a rather..unique proposal." Lyra comments

"Oh..well I tried." Cedric admits as he rubs his neck awkwardly

"And also..for the record, I practically love you more" Cedric replies

"You wish you did! I'll hex you right here, right now..and prove you wrong you - -" Lyra begins as Cedric leans down a bit and interrupts her with a kiss.

He pulls away for a split second as his gaze fixes on to Lyra.

"You were saying?" Cedric teases as he looks at now flustered Lyra.

"Shut up and kiss me.." Lyra mumbles as she looks away.

"Gladly.." Cedric cups her face with both his hands as he presses his lips against hers.

A/N: I’ll be a very evil person and tell you that the reason for the title. Well, in accordance to my Harry Potter Fanfic, it follows the same plot line as such (but the only difference is that, this is set in a post Hogwarts time line. So, Cedric does die in the Triwizard but this is kind of like an AU sorta thing which would have happened if Lyra and Cedric had a bit more time together. The original ship in the fanfic is Harry Potter x Lyra. So..I’m sorry?

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Sixteen | Incantation ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: Ghost Among the Ghosts ]

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“Hi, Mom...it’s me again. I brought you some fresh flowers! Sorry I left the other ones here so long...I’ve been busy the last few weeks. School is going well, but...it’s a lot of work. I’m keeping my grades up, at least. But that means less time for...everything else. And no, I still don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend, for that matter. But maybe that’s a good thing. I’d be really inattentive lately, and that wouldn’t be fair. I dunno, maybe I’ll meet someone after, y’know? But if work is busy too, then...guess I’ll just be a crazy old cat lady. Though I don’t have a cat yet…”

She’s rambling. But then again, that usually happens when she takes a day to catch up with her mother. Sitting cross-legged in the grass, Ryū lets an elbow rest on a knee, chin held in a palm. It’s nice to just...sit and chat.

And given Reika can’t really reply, it means she can go on for as long as she wants.

“Dad came to visit yesterday. That was nice. He said he was going to stop by and see you while he was here. I hope he did. Guess he didn’t leave anything, but...well, I told him I was going to stop by today. Maybe he just figured things would get cluttered, otherwise.”

Beyond the freshly-replaced flowers, Reika’s headstone is clear. There’s a small growth of lichen, but she’ll take care of that while she’s here. Otherwise, the polished black marble is flawless.

“Anyway...I guess there’s really not much else to report. Kinda stuck in a bit of a slog, I suppose. Same routine over and over. Classes change, but the routine doesn’t.” Shifting positions, she leans back on her palms, sighing. “There’s a few people I’ve seen in a couple of classes with me, but...haven’t really made any friends. Dad says I’d scare them away anyway cuz I spend so much time here.” Ryū can’t help a snicker. “I might’ve had my baby goth phase in high school, but it didn’t stick. I just...like dark clothes and hanging out with my dead mom! Nothing weird about that, right?”

The only answer is wind rustling through the cemetery trees.

Another sigh escapes her, seeming to get lost in thought. “...guess I kinda just fell into it all. The image, I mean. People were always calling me Ghost, so...it was easier to roll with it than fight it. Is that weird? Maybe not. Guess I just kinda adopted it. Maybe part of it’s still sticking, huh?”

Another thoughtful silence before she straightens, hauling herself to her feet and brushing leaves and grass from her clothes. “Well...I won’t bug you any more today. Though I’m not really looking forward to heading back to my dorm. It’s so cramped, and my roommate snores. Not to mention I have an essay to do when I get there. So maybe I’ll just...wander around a bit. Y’know...procrastinate.”

After clearing the lichen, Ryū says her goodbyes before heading further into the cemetery rather than back toward the gate.

It’s strange. She’s here so often, yet she’s never really taken the time to look at any other parts of the graveyard. Even back when she was embracing her spooky image in high school.

Better late than never, she supposes.

The further you go, the older the plots get...and eventually, entire family crypts start popping up. Ryū eyes them curiously, feeling an old itch start bubbling up to the surface. Maybe she’ll just...take some pictures. For old time’s sake. Surely nobody will mind, right?

Out comes her phone, subtly snapping photos of some of the more unique headstones. One bears an entire full-size weeping angel, arms outstretched to the sky in mourning.

“Wicked…!”

Okay maybe her goth phase isn’t as over as she likes to pretend it is.

Soon enough she’s losing herself in it, taking artsy pics of as much spooky splendor as she can manage. The cloudy Autumn day only adds to the atmosphere, she can’t help it!

And then she hits the motherlode.

Looming up out of the gloom is one of the crypts: its own stone building to inter members of a family. And this one is massive...let alone clearly old as old gets. A wrought iron gate blocks access to the interior, and no matter how she cranes her neck, Ryū can only see so far.

Backing up a few paces, she realizes there isn’t a family name carved anywhere in the stone. That’s a bit odd. Instead, a phrase is etched along the top of the threshold. Usually it’s something in Latin, but...this doesn’t look quite right.

Brow furrowing, Ryū reads it over a few times in her head. Maybe it is Latin and she’s just...really rusty. But her curiosity persists, and so she googles it.

...nothing really comes up.

Well, drat.

A sigh escapes her, tucking away her phone for the moment. Under her breath, she tries sounding it out, doing so slowly with the Latin pronunciation that she knows.

As soon as she finishes, a flash of cold washes over her, seemingly coming up from the crypt.

Every hair on her body stands on end, tensing as eyes fly wide.

...what the…?

Fog then begins to plume up the steps, curling around the gate. And as she stares, Ryū sees hands slowly reach to grip the bars. Then with an ear-splitting creak, it starts to swing open.

Oh this is not good...what did she do?! What, was that some kind of...incantation? That stuff isn’t real…! And why would it be carved into a crypt?!

A deep, raspy chuckle then sounds, and a shiver runs its way up her spine. Every part of her brain is screaming at her to run...but she can’t get her legs to move, locked into place as she trembles.

“Well well...been a while since anyone’s given those words a read. Was starting to wonder if anyone would ever bother…”

With a lurch, she manages to stumble back half a step, body feeling rigid and stubborn. “Who...who’s there…?”

“You mean to tell me you read the invocation, and you don’t even know who you’re talking to? I should be offended. And here I was so relieved at finally getting a chance to stretch my legs! Hell gets so boring after a while…”

A figure then starts to emerge from the fog. And Ryū’s heart feels about ready to jump right out of her chest. Hell...this person’s from Hell? Then...doesn’t that mean -?

“I guess I can still manage an introduction. But...you first, hm? Only polite, since you rang.”

...is it wise to tell them that? “It...it’s Ryū. M-my name is...is Ryū.”

“Ryū…?” They seem to roll the word around in their mouth, as if tasting it. “Hm...I suppose that’ll do. And my name...is Obito.”

They take one last step, and Ryū beholds the demon in all their glory.

...it’s not an image she expects.

It’s not a gargoyle-like creature. No cloven hooves, no horns. It’s just a...a man? Wearing black slacks, shining black shoes, a violet button-down shirt, and a black vest. A hand wrapped in a fingerless glove adjusts a matching purple tie. Short dark hair, glowing red eyes, and...and…

Scars. All over the right side of his face. Some even peek up from under the loose collar of his shirt.

“Why is it everybody always stares, hm? Something on my face?”

Ryū forces herself to blink. “...I-I -?”

Ignoring her, the demon glances around. “...huh. Not where I expected to pop up. No one’s used this place in a long time. Being nosy, are we?”

“Wh-? N-no! I...I was just looking, and…?”

“And decided to recite the obviously-demonic carving on the wall?”

She sputters. Obviously demonic? How was she supposed to know?! “I-I didn’t know that’s what it was! I-I swear!”

Obito just rolls his eyes. “Uh huh. That’s what they all say.”

“Can’t you just, um...g-go back where you came from?”

“I’m afraid not, you see…” He starts sauntering toward her, her own legs attempting to retreat. “Demons, once called out of Hell, can only return once they have their contracted’s soul in their possession. It’s a system. And given that you called me...that means you.”

“I-I didn’t call you! It was an accident!”

“Yes, yes...you humans and your accidents.” He steps closer, Ryū finding herself with nowhere to run as her back finds a tree. Leaning in, Obito gives her a very unabashed once-over. “...hm…”

“W...what?”

“I think you’re lying.”

“Wh-? Why would I lie?!”

“Because I can smell it on you.”

“Smell what? I-I just took a shower this morning before I came to see Mom!”

Obito gives a roll of his eyes. “Oh, brother...so you don’t know…?”

“Know what?!”

“That you’re a witch.”

She freezes. “...I’m a...a what?”

“Oh come, now. Your appearance is telling enough. Tell me...did your mother look like you? All ghost-like…?”

Ryū feels the blood draining from her face. “...I…”

“Thought so.”

“I am not a witch! I just had a goth phase in high school! And the only reason I did was because everyone forced it on me!”

“And why do you think they did that?”

“Because I look like this!”

“And? You really think they couldn’t tell? It’s a subconscious thing, especially in this day and age. Very few people legitimately cry ‘witch’ nowadays. Most who do just get laughed at, but they’re out there. Or rather, you’re out there.”

Head shaking, Ryū rebuke, “Well...still! Witch or not, I did not call you here on purpose! So just...go back where you came from, and leave me alone!”

“I told you, I can’t do that. Not until I harvest that soul of yours. Or...mine, really. Semantics.”

She stares at him. “...so, I...I really am stuck with you…?”

“Until you utilize your contract, that’s exactly right. So hurry up and make your request so we can get this over with.”

“...and if I don’t?”

“Don’t what?”

“What if I don’t make a request? What if I just...ignore this so-called contract I didn’t agree to? Then what?”

Obito’s face goes slack. “...you can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“For one thing, contracts have consequences the longer they go on. Consequences that are rather dire for mortals. Eventually you’d just be begging for me to end it, so there’s no real point in drawing things out.”

“I could...I could hire an exorcist!”

That earns an outright laugh. “Oh, you could. But it wouldn’t go well. We’re contracted. My suffering is your suffering. And vice versa.”

...well shit. She’s running out of ideas. Surely by now demons are rather used to all the ways humans try and wriggle their ways out of contracts. Ryū’s eyes flicker back and forth, trying to think of a solution.

All the while, looking amused, Obito watches her. He’s never actually met someone from a witch bloodline before. While they don’t all look like she does, that just makes her all the more unique. Part of him wonders what her skills would be. Are witch souls worth more than a regular human soul…? He’s not actually sure. But he’ll admit, it feels rather tantalizing compared to other humans he’s contracted with. Almost seems a shame to waste it.

“...you know, there is one way to circumvent this whole ordeal.”

He speaks without meaning to, her head shooting up.

“...and what would that be?”

“You could always become a demon yourself. It’s not easy, and technically you’d still be damned, but...you wouldn’t die.”

A stubborn scowl overtakes her face. “Not sure that’s much better.”

Shoulders shrug. “Just letting you know. Hell’s really not all that bad when you’re on Lucifer’s good side, you know.”

“...I’ll bear that in mind,” is her dry reply.

“You really should make up your mind. Time is ticking. And I’ve got other things I could be -”

“Hey!”

The pair of them turn, seeing another figure making its way toward them. Silvery, messy locks fall over a fair face, the bottom half obscured by a mask. There’s really not much remarkable about him...except for a glint of silver that jostles around his neck as he runs.

A cross.

Behind Ryū, Obito’s eyes narrow.

Reaching them, the newcomer holds an arm out between them, barring Ryū back. “I’ve been waiting for you to show your face again. Let her go!”

“This is none of your business, Kakashi. She summoned me.”

“I told you, it wasn’t on purpose!” Ryū insists from behind Kakashi’s arm.

“It’s too late! Intentional or not, what’s done is done. She has to forfeit her soul one way or another. I’m just doing what I’m meant to do.”

“Don’t you remember what it’s like to be human?” Kakashi barks in protest. “Why hurt them when you used to be one, Obito?”

Ryū’s eyes widen. He was human…?

Obito’s lip lifts in a sneer. “I was human. And that life was nothing but suffering. Poverty, loneliness, despair...and then a violent, painful end before I was even a man. Can you really blame me for letting that bitterness overcome me? Life wasn’t, isn’t fair, Kakashi. Humans suffer, and they cause suffering. They must reap what they sow.”

“And what has she done wrong, beyond being at the wrong place at the wrong time? Do you really want to damn an innocent just because you suffered in life? That won’t reverse what you went through. It will just make someone else suffer, too. Let her go.”

All the while, Ryū watches them both. It’s clear they knew each other before Obito became a demon. And if Obito is telling the truth, then...it seems to her that he had every reason to be persuaded into a role like this, given what he went through.

Suffering begets suffering, after all.

...then maybe…

“You can’t break this contract, Kakashi. You’re hardly strong enough to have any influence here. It doesn’t matter if she’s willing or not. It was a done deal as soon as she spoke the incantation. One way or another, I’ll -!”

“I know what I want.”

Both men turn to her, expressions equally surprised.

“Miss, no - you can’t go through with this! If you do, your soul will -!”

“You heard the lady, Kakashi.” Behind them, Obito gives a bone-chilling smirk. “She’s made up her mind. And about time. What’ll it be, then?”

Gently urging Kakashi’s arm aside, Ryū steps forward, studying the demon. “...so, in order for the contract to be fulfilled...you have to complete whatever task I give you...right?”

“That’s right.”

“No matter how long it takes?”

“Yes. But we demons are very efficient.”

“...and the task can be anything?”

“Well...there are a few exceptions. I can’t raise the dead, for example. Can’t make you immortal. But most things are on the table. Tell me your wish, and I’ll let you know.”

She can’t help a dry snort at the word ‘wish’. As if she sought this out. “...all right, then. What I want from you is...to protect me from all possible harm, within your ability, until I die naturally. Only once I’ve lived whatever life you can allow me to live can you have my soul. If you purposefully allow me to be killed to try to complete the contract early, then you’ll have failed, and the contract is null and void.”

As she speaks, Obito’s grin slowly falls to a neutral, and then surprised expression.

Behind her, Kakashi gives a humorless laugh. “...so, rather than a guardian angel...you’ve snagged yourself a guardian demon. Well that’s a first.”

Ryū doesn’t reply, still looking at Obito. “...so? Is that on the table…?”

Sighing curtly, Obito looks aside as if trying to think of some kind of loophole. But after a minute of silence, it’s clear he can’t recall any. “...I suppose it is.”

“And because you’ll be performing your contract, there won’t be any of those consequences you talked about?”

“...in all honesty, I can’t be sure. I’ve never had a contract quite like that. The longest I’ve had to wait was a week.” He looks her over. “...you really want a demon to be hovering over your shoulder for the rest of your life?”

“I figure that’s the best outcome I could ask for, all things considered” is her quiet reply. “...besides, something you said struck me a bit funny.”

“...and what was that?”

“That you were lonely.”

His face goes slack. “...you...can’t be serious.”

Even Kakashi has no rebuke for that.

“You’re extending your contract to the fullest possible extent because a demon implied that they were lonely…? You must be a special kind of naive, lady.”

She gives a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “You’re the one who implied it, not me. Not everyone is a jerk, you know.”

He scowls, but doesn’t have a retort. “...all right, then. We shake on it...and your request will be set. No changing your mind. Got it?”

“Obito, I can’t let you do this!”

“There’s no can’t, Kakashi,” Obito retorts. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried. Buzz around her like an annoying little fly if you want. There’s no saving her.”

Turning to the other human, Ryū gives a somber smile. “I’ll be okay.”

“But -?”

Before he can try to argue, Ryū reaches out, and takes Obito’s hand.

The same rush of cold eddies around them, and Ryū can’t help but flinch as her hair whips around her face. Leaves kick up, the trees creaking as they get caught in the ethereal wind.

Hands still locked, Obito sneaks his other arm around her back, pulling them chest to chest with their hands pressed between them. A smirk curls his lips, hovering several inches over her own. “...it’s done.”

“This isn’t over, Obito!” Kakashi insists.

The demon turns to him, expression bored. “Well, I suppose you might have time to build up some power before she kicks the bucket. But I won’t be letting a soul go that easily, Kakashi.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” the demonologist replies lowly.

“Run along, then. Go bury your nose into your books and find some holy relics. You’ll be racing against the clock for this one.”

Glowering, Kakashi turns on a heel and leaves them.

“Finally, a little privacy,” Obito then sighs, giving a stretch. “You think he’d give that demonologist bit a rest…”

“So...you two know each other?”

“In a manner of speaking. But let’s not get into that, now. You’ve got a life to get to.”

It’s then that Ryū hesitates. “So...other people can see you…?”

“Only if I want them to. And even then a very small handful could otherwise. You’d be one of them, actually. If you had a bit more training, you might even be able to see what I really look like.”

“...you mean this is a ruse?”

He smirks. “...yes and no. This is my human appearance. I died at thirteen, but as a demon I’ve kept aging. This is how I’d look if I’d lived. But it’s not what I truly am, now. Not fully.”

“So I won’t have to explain why someone is constantly following me, then.”

“Not unless I decide to show myself. Which, for my own convenience, I doubt I’ll do often, if at all. I’d like this whole experience to be as painless as possible, since you seem to have it in your mind we’re going to be buddies in the meantime. Just think of me as a voice in your head that only you can see.”

...well, this is going to take some getting used to. But at least for now she has time. And it seems that this Kakashi guy wants to try and break this contract. Maybe he’ll succeed. For now, however...she’ll just have to adapt.

“...all right then. Come on. We’re leaving.”

“And going…?”

“Back to my dorm. I have homework.”

“You’re a student?”

“Studying to be a nurse.” She starts walking, and Obito follows.

“Riveting.”

“You’re the one who asked.”

Yes, this is going to take a lot of getting used to.

     This is...super random but I guess it works for the prompt xD I dunno anything about demonology or whatever, so this is...purely me winging it. Also any religious mentions are just for the sake of context. That’s another subject I know little to nothing about lol      A human (well, kinda) and a demon stuck in each other’s company. Surely nothing is going to wrong in this situation, right? Riiiight.      I’d...say more but it’s late and this weekend is gonna suuuck so I’m gonna go sleep. Thanks for reading!

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‘(Forgive Me) My Little Flower Princess’ was written during John Lennon’s stay in Bermuda, from June to July 1980, and recorded upon his return to the studio, on 14 August 1980. It wouldn’t be heard by the general public until 23 January 1984, on the posthumous album Milk And Honey.

The lyrics go as follows:

Forgive me, my little flower princess For crushing your delicateness Forgive me, if you could forgive me

Forgive me, my little flower princess For selfishness Forgive me, forgive me

Well, I know there is no way to repay you Whatever it takes I will try to The rest of my life I will thank you Thank you, thank you, my little

If you’ll forgive me, my little flower princess Never too late unless you can’t forgive

Time is on our side Let’s not waste another minute ‘Cause I love you, my little friend I really love you

Give me just one more chance And I’ll show you Take up the dance where we left off The rest of our life is the, my little

I’m home

Overall, the song seems to strike the same apologetic tone previously expressed in ‘Jealous Guy’ (1971) and ‘I Know (I Know)’ (1973).

I didn’t mean to hurt you I’m sorry that I made you cry Oh no, I didn’t want to hurt you I’m just a jealous guy 

— ‘Jealous Guy’ (1971)

I know what’s coming down and I know where it’s coming from and I know and I’m sorry (yes I am) but I never could speak my mind

— ‘I Know (I Know)’ (1973)

“The rest of my life I will thank you” gives a sense of gratitude for the other’s love and presence in his life, further explored in ‘Now And Then’ (1978). 

I know it’s true, it’s all because of you And if I make it through, it’s all because of you And now and then, if we must start again Well we will know for sure, that I love you

— ‘Now And Then’ (1978)

“Take up the dance where we left off” shows hope in a reconciliation that they have “the rest of our life” to experience, as found in ‘(Just Like) Starting Over’ (1980) and ‘Grow Old Along With Me’ (1980).

It’s been too long since we took the time No-one’s to blame, I know time flies so quickly But when I see you darling It’s like we both are falling in love again It’ll be just like starting over, starting over

— ‘(Just Like) Starting Over’ (1980)

Grow old along with me The best is yet to be When our time has come We will be as one God bless our love

— ‘Grow Old Along With Me’ (1980)

Nevertheless, this feeling that “time is on our side”  doesn’t take from the urgency to get together and “not waste another minute”, similarly dealt with in ‘Borrowed Time’ (1980) and ‘(Just Like) Starting Over’ (1980).

Now I am older ah, hah The future is brighter and now is the hour 

— ‘Borrowed Time’ (1980)

It’s time to spread our wings and fly Don’t let another day go by my love

— ‘(Just Like) Starting Over’ (1980)

Regarding the endearments used during the song, we find the classical ‘little friend’, famously used by aunt Mimi in reference to Paul. (It is also worth noting that, tongue-in-cheek or not, in French ‘petit-ami’ means boyfriend). 

Also, the song is called ‘My Little Flower Princess’. It is known that Yoko Ono has reported hearing Paul being called ‘John’s princess’ around Apple.

But it’s John’s thing with flowers as a metaphor for love that fascinates me the most. 

Forgive me, my little flower princess For crushing your delicateness

…

Forgive me, my little flower princess For selfishness

John, after some introspection, has reached the conclusion that his relationship with Paul was destroyed by “inattention or inadvertence of selfishness”. He seemed self-aware enough to realise that his half of the “blame” was a problematic possessiveness:

Q: Do you think that a new attitude towards love and relationships – would it be fair to say we’re getting away from the property concept of relationships? John: Of owning the other person? I think – yeah, we could be. But uh… That’s all very well intellectually, but when you actually are in love with somebody, you tend to be jealous and want to own them, possess them a hundred per cent. Which I do. Yoko: Yes, it’s real life, all that. And I do it too. John: But intellectually, before that, I thought – right. I mean, owning a person is rubbish, but. I love Yoko, I want to possess her completely; I don’t want to stifle her, you know? [Yoko laughs] And that’s the danger, it’s that you want to possess them to death. But… that’s a personal problem of mine. Yoko: But we’re doing alright now – just very nice, you know. In other words, I think— John: It’s after the beginning, when it cools down a bit – not cools down, whatever, it st– uh, whatever the word is, you know – that you can allow each other to breathe. Yoko: Yes. When you relax a bit, you know. John: But at first you tend to strangle each other, I think. Yoko: And [inaudible] we’re starting to relax— John: And because you have so little as a child, I think it is, you – when once you find it, you want to hang onto it, you grab it so much you tend to kill it.

— John Lennon and Yoko Ono, Women’s Hour Interview for BBC Radio 2. (28  May 1971)

John even goes as far as to recognise that him not feeling loved enough as a child by his parents, was the original cause of all his insecurities and franticness. So desperate was he for love, that he ended up “crushing its delicateness”. 

A decade later, we get another glimpse into his matured perception of the nature of love:

Q: As Tom Robbins half-facetiously asks in his most recent book, “How do you make love stay?”

John: Trying to possess it makes it go away. Trying to possess somebody makes them go away. Every time you put your finger on it, it slips away. Every time you turn the microscope’s light on, the thing changes so you can never see what it is. As soon as you ask the question, it goes away. Peripheral vision is what it is. There’s no looking directly at it. Try to look at the sun. You go blind, right? Now that doesn’t mean you don’t have to work on it. Love is a flower and you have to water it.

— John Lennon and Yoko Ono, interview w/ David Sheff for Playboy. (September, 1980)

John suggests that not only being possessive of the person you’re in love with “makes them go away”, but that the love itself is subject to some weird kind of observer effect, in which the mere act of trying to understand the relationship alters it — “As soon as you ask the question, it goes away.” (And this specific example is, in my opinion, another crucial clue about what went down.)

This philosophy that love is ruined by conscious interference and the specific choice in words — Love is like a flower — seem to have been heavily inspired by the D. H. Lawrence poem ‘Mess Of Love’. (Note that D. H. Lawrence has been referred to in the Beatles presence).

We’ve made a great mess of love Since we made an ideal of it. The moment I swear to love a woman, a certain woman, all my life That moment I begin to hate her.

The moment I even say to a woman: I love you! — My love dies down considerably.

The moment love is an understood thing between us, we are sure of it, It’s a cold egg, it isn’t love any more.

Love is like a flower, it must flower and fade; If it doesn’t fade, it is not a flower, It’s either an artificial rag blossom, or an immortelle, for the cemetery.

The moment the mind interferes with love, or the will fixes on it, Or the personality assumes it as an attribute, or the ego takes possession of it, It is not love any more, it’s just a mess. And we’ve made a great mess of love, mind-perverted, will-perverted, ego-perverted love.

But while Lawrence urges us to accept the fleetingness of love (going as far as to say that it’s its own ephemerous, untouched and undefinable nature that gives it meaning), John clearly wants to strike a compromise. Because while he admits he was probably crushing this delicate flower by “wanting to possess it to death”, you still have to water it, Paul! 

In fact, John’s first known comparison to love being like a flower reflected more his unmet expectations than his own role in the end of the relationship.

Love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard, or just think it’s gonna get on with itself. You gotta keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it, and be careful of it, and keep the flies off and see that it’s alright, and nurture it.

— John Lennon, 'Man of the Decade’ Interview (2 December 1969).

John was clearly feeling neglected, hurt by the “kind of insensitivity [Paul] would have”. And his own desperate need to acknowledge the love and have it validated — coupled with Paul being “scared to say ‘I love you’” — escalated into a vicious “mind game” where John was ready to do absolutely anything to get Paul’s attention or some sign that he cared, including destroying the Beatles.

It seems fitting then, that around the same time, an emotionally exhausted Paul was marvelling at the self-reliant and giving nature of the new plants in his life:

When we are in Scotland we plant stuff – vegetables – and we’ll leave them there, and of their own volition they will push up. And not only will they push up and grow into something, but then they will be good to eat. To me that’s an all-time thing. That’s fantastic. How clever! Just that things push their own way up and they feed you.

— Paul McCartney, interviewed for Life Magazine (16 April 1971).  

I like to think that by 1980, at the time this song was written, they had matured enough to “work it out”. 

John knew he couldn’t be possessive to the point of crushing the flower, or selfish enough not to realise that he also has to water. With his more self-assured persona, he would probably learn to recognise and accept Paul’s Acts of Service for the love expression that they were, and eventually even help Paul himself overcome his own insecurities regarding saying Words of Affirmation outside the plausible deniability of songs. 

Unfortunately, despite their beliefs, time was not on their side. 

But like Yoko said:

Once you know somebody, you can never unknow that person. And knowing is loving. So you can never get out of love. There might be misunderstandings and separating for other reasons, but love is always there. Staying together is just one form of love. Maybe that’s a strong love and expression of love. But love is a soul thing. It always stays there.

— Yoko Ono, interview w/ David Sheff for Playboy. (September, 1980)

John himself had said it to Paul some years prior:

Bless you wherever you are

Windswept child on a shootin’ star

Restless spirits depart Still we’re deep in each other’s hearts

…

Bless you whoever you are Holding her now, be warm and kind hearted

And remember although love is strange Now and forever our love will remain

— ‘Bless You’ (1974)

[kotosnoozy]

a rite of passage

Unbeknown to both the general public and applicants alike, Saotome Academy’s S Class has an interesting unofficial tradition for the first day of school.

[DO NOT tag this with ship tags other than RinRyuu]

It's 11am when Mr Hyuuga first checks his watch.

Syo can't imagine anyone else notices - he wouldn't have if it were anyone else, it being such a small action and all. But sitting in this classroom with this teacher has been his dream for as long as he can remember, so now that he's finally here he can't help but be a little overzealous in taking everything in.

The morning's been chock full of introductory protocol - several lists of rules and regulations, a campus tour with the other class and the president of the agency, and a myriad of horrendously awkward ice-breaking activities. Throughout it all, Mr Hyuuga has been single-minded in his behaviour, keen to drill into all of them through his own actions that he won’t suffer tardiness, slacking or inattention.

Until this slight contradiction, anyway.

Syo thinks to treasure the moment - Ryuuya Hyuuga is a beacon of perfection in his mind, a marble Adonis brought to life, flawless in all his stalwart, brawny glory. To see him display even the slightest disregard to his own personal ethos is a rare reminder that he isn’t a god brought to earth, but a normal human being. A true fan knows they should appreciate their hero for all of their aspects, flaws and all, and so he takes the gesture in with a flicker of a smile and nothing more.

The second time it happens, merely 2 minutes later, it’s as Mr Hyuuga starts to worry his lip. When his brows furrow (further than their semi-permanent scowl, that is) Syo starts to suspect that it isn’t an endearing character flaw at all, so much as something isn’t running according to plan.

What, however, is impossible to say.

Mr Hyuuga has been on the ball with everything. Required textbooks, intranet logins and study guides have all been provided, desks have been triple checked for anything that might remain of the previous S Class. He’s even gone so far as to make sure they all have an alarm clock, or at least an app on their phones with a similar function, so there’s as small a chance as possible that they’ll be late. The entire morning has run like a well-oiled machine, exception being the human-spanner-in-the-works, President Saotome himself, but even he seemed to avoid letting his antics run on too long for fear of Mr Hyuuga’s wrath.

Syo can’t help but let his eyes dart around the room for what might be perturbing him. The desks are orderly, no bags falling in the aisle, not a uniform out of place--

Other than, of course, that of Ren Jinguji a row or two back. His tie hangs loose around his neck, and he sprawls in his chair lithely, elegant in his feigned nonchalance. All that gives away his lackadaisy as a farce are the buttons of his shirt, popped to expose his entire chest - Syo’s fairly certain he’d started the day with the shirt fully buttoned, and had loosened one for each irritated click of their teacher's tongue (what a jackass). 

Jinguji’s brow slips as he looks at him, angular face twitching into a microscopic scowl. He feels himself tense, worried he’s already managed to draw the scorn of arguably the most influential boy in his year. 

Then his eyes flicker, just for a second, from him to their teacher, accompanied by a slight head tilt. The bold blue of his eyes seems to hold a question: ‘What’s up with him?’

Syo feels himself beginning to scowl too, lips drawing into a thin line. He shakes his head quickly - ‘I don't know.’ - as Mr Hyuuga checks his watch for a third time, running a hand through his hair as he continues to read.

Jinguji stares at Syo for a long second, eyes narrowed, before pursing his lips. His mind seemingly made up, he swings his chair back forward onto all four legs, jostling his desk so hard that he knocks Saotome’s golden boy Ichinose forward into his own desk. Ichinose’s head whips around, furious, as the other boy raises his hand to get Mr Hyuuga’s attention.

Their teacher doesn’t manage to finish his sentence, let alone ask his new student what he wants - Jinguji quickly makes it apparent that he doesn't care enough for manners to wait a mere five seconds.

“Mr Hyuuga, why d’you keep checking your watch so often? Seems a little hypocritical to be so impatient for lunch after the constant warnings about inattentiveness, don’t you think?”

The tension in the room skyrockets as perfect silence falls over the class. Syo catches his own horrified expression reflected in the face of the girl sitting behind Ren - his indignation, too, as both of them mentally debate with themselves whether or not to throttle the older boy for interrupting the Ryuuya Hyuuga. Even Ichinose's temper (already famous among the students after how harshly he'd addressed his new roommate at breakfast that morning) diminishes considerably, as he warily turns back to face the front of the room.

Vibrant amber eyes flick up from the book they’re reading from. The way they assess Jinguji over the top of oval frames is more than a little nerve-wracking.

Then he sighs.

Any menace to his demeanour vanishes with his breath, his head lolling back and redirecting his gaze ceiling-ward. 

“Sorry,” he says, sounding sheepish of all things, “I’m just… a little worried is all. He’s normally so timely...”

The confusion among the class is practically audible. The orientation timetable they’d been handed that morning has nothing else scheduled ahead of lunch, no implication of further visitors. And Ryuuya Hyuuga doesn’t do surprises, especially not on the first day of semester.

(Or so Mr Tsukimiya had been faux-whispering during the campus tour, trying to get a rise out of his… friend? Boyfriend? Whatever. That was a question for later.)

“I’m sorry, sir,” - Ichinose, unexpectedly, raises the question on everyone’s mind - “but I don’t believe we have anything else scheduled ahead of lunch?”

They all jump as Mr Hyuuga unexpectedly barks a laugh.

“Lucky you,” he says, smiling wryly. His eyes skim the face of his watch yet again.

“I, however, am not so fortunate.”

Jinguji, clearly done with Mr Hyuuga’s coy responses, leans forward over his desk in a pointedly accusatory manner.

“I’m sorry, sir, but what the fu--”

“RYUUYA, YOU MOTHERFUCKER, TODAY’S THE DIE YOU FINALLY DIE!!!”

A mass of hot pink barrels through the open window at mach speed, colliding with Mr Hyuuga with such force that his entire desk goes sprawling. Students shriek as their teacher falls to the floor amidst his scattered books and papers, flailing beneath another almost-equally-large figure.

It’s hard to see the features of the attacker, amidst what quickly turns into a wrestling match, other than a tangle of chartreuse hair and the feral snarl of their teeth. Their movements are vicious, fists swinging at Mr Hyuuga like they want to smack his jaw clean from his head. Fortunately, their teacher is no pushover.

He grabs his assailant’s fists cleanly before they make contact, bringing his knee up swiftly into their gut. There’s an ‘oof’ as they crumble, and Mr Hyuuga takes the opportunity to roll them over so he has the advantage.

“I almost thought you weren’t going to show,” he hisses through gritted teeth, struggling with the exertion of keeping the wriggling person down. The person below him practically growls in frustration, biceps rippling as they start to struggle against him anew. Their sheer muscle seems to catch Mr Hyuuga off-guard, years-practised technique failing to hold up as he’s shoved from his triumphant throne on their stomach. They sit up almost as quickly as Mr Hyuuga drops, grappling him by his stomach.

“And I thought you kept sayin’ you wasn’t interested in fighting me to the death, and yet--”

Mr Hyuuga shrieks uncharacteristically, and there’s a flash of yellowed teeth contrasted against his dark suit jacket as his legs thrash wildly. By now, the more frail students in the class are trying to get as far away as possible from the brawl on the floor (the door clicking shut alerts Syo that some brave soul has gone to find help too). Medically speaking, Syo should probably consider himself amongst their number, and also retreat to a sensible distance. And yet… he just can’t pass up the opportunity to watch his idol fight for real (no matter how much it’s starting to resemble eight-year-old kids scrapping in the playground)

“I’m NOT interested in fighting you to the death--!!” Mr Hyuuga shouts, tone strangely childish, as he shoves at the person’s head. With considerable effort, he manages to prise their jaw open and away from his flank, only for them to double down and bite his thumb instead. He swears loudly, letting go lightning fast. He shoves his undamaged hand against the side of their head, directing their teeth away from him, though it does nothing to loosen the grip of their fuschia-clad arms around his middle.

“Oh, stop bein’ such a pussy and fight me properly!!”

“Yamato, this is a school for heaven’s sake, could you mind your langua--!!”

“Oh fuck off, you swore like two seconds ago, you fuckin’ hypocri--!!”

“Yams.”

The two on the floor freeze as every student’s head whips to the front of the room. In the doorway stands Mr Tsukimiya, his expression the blankest Syo’s ever seen on him (and with him so frequently paired with Mr Hyuuga, he’s seen him in a lot of stuff). He starts to stride purposefully into the room, each click of his heels against the wooden floor making everyone jump.

The A class students are clamoring in the doorway for a better look at what’s happening - Natsuki towers over everyone else, face aghast and hands over his mouth, while Ichinose’s red-headed roommate tries to protect a smaller girl from being squashed by the pushing masses (and squashing the Hijirikawa heir, of all people, in the process). Jinguji’s expression has slowly transformed to one of pure glee as events have progressed, while Ichinose looks like he might be nursing a migraine - judging by the look on Mr Tsukimiya’s face, the pain will probably be getting worse before it gets better.

He’s only a short man. A few inches taller than Syo himself at best, even with his heels on. The assailant must have at least half a foot on him, and is definitely twice as broad, and Mr Hyuuga is taller still. But at this moment, the two giants on the floor are meek as mice in the face of Shining Agency’s cutest idol. 

“Rin--”

“Shut up.”

His tone is dagger sharp as he cuts off the green haired person. He neatly squats down to their eye level, hands folded delicately over his knees.

“Now then. What, exactly, do you think you’re doing?”

Two pairs of wide amber eyes blink up at him.

“Well?”

“I was just--”

“C’mon, Rin, y’know I fuckin’ ha--!!”

“He does this every semester, I can’t stand here and let him--!!”

“Well you have it comin’, just stood there with your dumb hair n’ your stupid glasses--”

“Oi, what’s wrong with my hair, you little shi--!”

“Ha! There ya go again! Don’t care that much that we’re in a school, do y--!”

“ENOUGH!!”

Mr Tsukimiya’s prim posture vanishes, shoulders dropping as he leans into their personal space (‘YAKUZA SQUAT’ screams Syo’s mind, as the threatening aura of the petite man forces him to take a step back). The volume of his voice diminishes considerably, leaving every student desperately straining to hear what he says.

“This is the sixth year running this has happened. Every fucking year I have to come and clean up this mess. And sure, the first three years it was pretty funny. The fourth time still got a giggle out of me when you managed to pants each other,” - at this, they both flush the colour of Mr Tsukimiya’s shoes - “but I told you last year that I had had enough. So why the fuck am I here again this year?”

They both swallow nervously.

“Yamato.”

The assailant flinches.

“Y-yessir.”

“I don’t care how much you hate him, do not attack him during school hours. You’re putting the students in danger and your own career in jeopardy, if the reporters catch you skulking about.”

In an instant their shoulders sink, expression like that of a chastised puppy. 

“And Ryuuya.”

Mr Hyuuga sucks his cheeks in nervously.

“If you know he comes at 11 like clockwork every year, then why the fuck don’t you just close the window?!”

‘Yamato’ snorts, sharp teeth flashing for the briefest moment.

“Yeah, Ryuu, you fuckin’ dolt-- AUGH!!”

Mr Tsukimiya seizes him by the earlobe and pulls his head sharply.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at, young man. You’ve got a lecture on music theory to sit through.”

“Wait, what--OW OW OW GEROFF!!”

Merciless, Mr Tsukimiya stands swiftly, dragging the taller man up with him. His class scrambles away from the door and back across the hall as he marches from the room, ignoring Yamato’s complaints and pleas for freedom. He toes the door shut without so much as a glance backwards, and the room falls into a stunned silence.

Mr Hyuuga pulls himself up with a grunt, clutching his bitten flank, and retrieves his glasses from where they’ve fallen by Ichinose’s surprisingly unmoved desk. With them placed firmly back on the bridge of his nose, he goes about wordlessly rearranging the room to its former pristine state, pulling his desk back upright with some effort. The students quickly move to help him, gathering his scattered papers and books, and adjusting their own desks one by one. Through it all, Jinguji sits back in his seat with a bewildered yet overjoyed smile - a cat who got the cream - while Ichinose himself looks confused about just what sort of school he’s signed up for.

Syo moves to the front of the room and wordlessly closes the open window.

When everything is orderly once more, everyone returns to their seats. Mr Hyuuga stands in-front of his newly righted desk and leans back against it, arms folded. His posture would seem terrifying were it not for the slight flush of his cheeks, the bashful set to his mouth. 

He looks at each of them in turn, seemingly daring them to raise a question about the events that just transpired. When no one speaks, he simply picks up his book, flips a few pages and begins to read anew.

Not a single sentence is completed before Syo hears the telltale shifting of fabric that accompanies a raised hand.

“Sir, what the fuck just happened?”

“Detention, Jinguji.”

“Wha--?!”

The bell rings. Lunchtime.

“None of you are ever to mention this again. Class dismissed.”

i said this in group chat:

and then immediately went off the rails and wrote this

you're welcome

[meta-squash]

i wish i could be more, idk, emotional?? with my friends? idk how to explain it. like idk my housemates can have like deep emotional conversations with each other and ask each other emotional questions and connect and talk and stuff and i just...can’t. i don’t do irl talking very well. i can write things down, especially to the void of the internet like this. but with people who know me, even my best friend, idk. but i feel like a bad friend for not asking questions and making sure people are okay and talking it out with them and stuff like that. idk how to do it even when i want to. my fucking shitty adhd brain just does not process emotion or conversation fast enough which is just the worst. i wish i had fast adhd brain so i could be quick and clever and good at conversation but instead i have adhd brain made of mush. so instead of quick i’m awkward and instead of clever i’m stupid and instead of being able to talk i’m bad at emotion and bad at expressing myself and stuff. i just wish i could have these conversations because i feel like a bad or like idk an inattentive friend or something for not being able to pay that kind of attention or ask those kinds of questions simply because i’m shit at expressing myself. like it’s not that i don’t care but idk how to go to people and be like how are you or like hi i miss hanging out with you or like hi we should just like chill and talk about shit because i’m not very good at doing that anyway. like i can’t really sit and talk about shit because my brain takes a while to think about things and figure out exactly what i want to say in a way that makes sense and the added pressure of doing that in front of someone is just. a lot. like if i’m typing or writing manually everything slots itself in pretty easily and quickly but transferring thoughts from my brain to my mouth is another beast altogether. i dunno like it’s winter in the pnw and most of the house is unemployed and there’s a pandemic on so everyone depressed as fuck but like most of the rest of the house is able to like idk talk about their depression and talk about their shit and express it and have conversations about it and stuff and i sit there and listen to them talk about it but i can’t chip in my own thoughts and feelings even if/when i want to. it just doesn’t happen. and idk i wonder if they think that i’m like not feeling as shit as they are or whatever because i don’t talk about it. but i literally just can’t. brain to mouth doesn’t work and idk even if i could do it over text. like talking to the void about this shit is one thing but talking to other people who know me about it is a whole other beast. i haven’t had a therapist or anything since grade school because my technique is just bottle it up and don’t really think about it or only vaguely mull it over and idk sometimes maybe write it down if it’s something that has sloshed around in my head for long enough or if it’s something that shoving at me hard enough that it just needs out. because put me in front of another human and tell me to express myself and it just freezes even if i wanted to. i don’t know. and like part of this is shit about me not being able to express my own feelings but like part of that is also how that’s part of closer friendship and i’ve never really been able to have a close friendship like that ever because people tell me stuff and i just absorb it but i can’t reciprocate. or i’m too awkward and walled up in the first place for them to even tell me stuff and they go to other friends in the group instead. i don’t even know what i’m saying at this point. and i know part of this thought process is affected by the fact that everyone in my house is super depressed right now because of the pandemic and the fact that we get like 2 hours of extremely grey barely there sunlight and all that stuff so no one is really hanging out or talking and stuff but idk. this friendship with my best friend is the longest i’ve ever been friends with a single person ever in my life and i’m just constantly mildly scared that we’re going to drift apart and i’m going to end up living alone and lonely and stupid and awkward and useless, especially because she has Big Dreams to go do stuff and i don’t have anything like that anymore. i don’t know. these feelings are complicated shit about being a good friend and being an awkward adhd person and being a lonely person and wanting to connect and not being able to and all this stuff but it’s just really frustrating. it’s just one of those things that all my life i’ve seen people have really close and intense friendships with each other and each time i’ve been a total outside or someone on the outskirts of the friendgroup and i’ve never connected with anyone like that and i’ve always wanted to and my best friend and i kind of had that when we were living in the same room together for two years but we’re in different rooms in the same house and she has her boyfriend now and idk. and also i’ve realized that she’s kind of the weird center of this group. like i probably wouldn’t have any other friends if it wasn’t for her, and idk if i would have connected with the people i live with if it wasn’t for her. i feel kind of bad because idk if she realizes it and idk if it would feel like a sort of burden to her or whatever to realize that she’s sort of the sun of this planetary system of the house. she’s the one with the gravitational pull and i think if she wasn’t there we’d just be like relative strangers hanging out in house together. i don’t know. i think this is also all wrapped up in the fact that i had essentially no real friends from second grade until junior year of high school and even when i did have friends i was that outskirts person. now i’m part of this group but like idk what that means and idk how to keep it if and when i see people connected better and more closely than i feel i’m able to even when i want to. and i want to i just don’t know how or if i can or whatever. i hear my friends talking about emotional shit or deep shit or whatever and i think about adding to the conversation but something stops me and i physically cannot make words come out. and it doesn’t feel like anxiety i don’t even know what it is. god this is just me repeating myself but with different words so i’m going to stop typing now because at this point it’s just a crap tream of consciousness that’s just going in circles.

[beabaseball]

this is a delirious 11pm post for Adults Only guys

Leave this space, child!

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...y’all teenagers are going to be tweaked out of their goddamn minds.

Like, not necessarily in the drugged way, though some maybe yes in the drugged way, but like. Specifically in the non-drug way, they’re going to be snippy, and inattentive, and self centered. And that’s probably fine.

Like. Of course teens are self-centered, their bodies are doing weird shit for the first time and people keep making jokes they don’t understand yet, and some of these fuckers haven’t been given sex ed so they don’t even know what’s coming.

The younger teens have just emerged from the child form that has only just started being able to comprehend a larger world. In elementary school, sure I was reading time magazine for kids and we prayed for people who were being reported (religious school; recent tsunami, it happens) and when I was in 1st or 2nd grade we heard rumors that once upon a time women weren’t allowed to do the same stuff as men, but like— you can feel those things, but it’s not really something that you comprehend unless it’s right then a part of your life. I remember the first time I really ‘got’ sexism was in ninth grade in a gym class of 24 boys to 3 + me girls, and I wrote bad poetry about it in my phone for like three months trying to process it.

When I was like 16 our car broke down midway to school and we had to call my dorm parent to come drive me the next 5 mins, and so he’s in a bad mood bc he has to pick me up, and mom is in a bad mood bc car she gets a feeling dorm parent didn’t believe her when she said the car broke down, and it’s like 80 out but more importantly the humidity is a swamp, and I just remember being in his car driving the rest of the way to school and he’s complaining about sunburns bc he’s super pale and Irish, but he’s trying to talk so I kind of say “huh well i’ve never gotten a sunburn. I tan real fast and then go inside and I’m white again.”

and even in the moment I remember being like “that’s not really what he wanted to hear” and I think he even made a face, but I was too out of it and hot and tired to really do anything passed that. And I do feel kind of bad about it? Like, I did not mean to demean his pain of sunburns and I know also that at the time he was having A Rough Time with his marriage, to the point where he had us doing religious plays about parenthood for three seasons straight.

But also, I was a teenager. And looking back I can’t exactly blame my past self for just kinda... saying some words and feeling bad the rest of the car ride but also too tired to care. Theater teacher man wasn’t a bad guy; we were definitely not good at reading each other and he thought musicals sucked, but he also was the one who comforted me out of a panic attack when we had a tornado warning and I ended up convinced my daystudent friend was going to die.

Because that’s what I cared about at the time. Me-related things. Yes, tornado, but I am worried about one (1) person, and that mattered to me. I stayed behind when we got an actual sex-ed person in 7th grade because I was scared that reading yaoi would send me to hell. I had a breakdown in front of my history professor because one of my friends was discovering her gender identity and I was scared I was ‘losing her’ (you know the words!)

Now, someone comes out to me or someone doesn’t understand a term and I’m over here like “yea which definition u wanna use” but back then I was a kid and I had never experienced anything like this before, my hormones were wild—which didn’t mean I was horny and wanted boyfriend, it meant I was in constant fear of bleeding through things and every now and then I would wake up and my body would be in surprise unknowable pain (aka I was finally big enough to cut off my own circulation in my sleep and also growing pains)

Now, I’ve got a lot of that under control. When I wake up with a body in pain I usually know why and probably it is my fault actually. I know a bit better how to get through days when I’m too hot, or too groggy, or just dissociation or mad. (The trick is: say aloud, “sorry if I’m not responding much, I’m just really hot/groggy/out of it/still upset about that.” )

That’s not something a lot of teens have down yet. I saw a kid with a naruto shirt on at work once and I said “hey naruto” and he looked at me like he’d seen the face of god, he was so surprised someone knew what naruto was. To someone even MILDLY in my age range, the idea of not knowing who Naruto is is preposterous. But this was like, 12-15 year old at the most. Not hit his growth spurt yet. Just absolutely blindsided that there was an outside world which recognized something he liked, which I’m gonna wildly guess his parents probably aren’t into or don’t talk about it with him, because the thought of talking Naruto with your kid is horrifying.

Obviously, thinking other people don’t know about naruto is a similar kind of self-centered thought along the lines of “I bet thigh chick isn’t a REAL fan of x” or “EVERYONE has an opinion on me and there is no in between” where like the world... sort of revolves around you.

And like, once that person grows up if they keep that sort of self-focus, that’s usually the time you start trying to ditch them, but even older teens are still just coming out of that larval childhood state. They know a lot more about the world than we probably did at their age—I know a lot of them aren’t having the same existential crisis over their friends’ gender like I did, which is a big ol step— but there are still days that it’s going to be too much new shit to deal with, plus whatever else is happening inside them personally. And it’ll take a while to learn how to handle that.

In the meantime, they might be snappish, or out of it, or just kind of give up and have a ‘fuck it’ attitude sometimes, and it drives a lot of adults just goddamn insane it seems, according to all the mildly aggressive parents at work, trying to get kids who don’t want to be there to give the right reactions. It’s probably not even anything personal to the event that’s making them unhappy. One time I talked to a kid who was crying, and when I got her to tell me what was bothering her, it turned out that some people on her family reunion were mean to her. Nothing about the immediate ‘now’, just a lot of emotion that needed to go somewhere, and that somewhere ended up being crying, and it was not at all about respect or disrespect or anything related to us. Probably most of what was needed was to talk about it (success) and take a long nap.

The first time I remember having a meltdown with a ‘trigger’ like that, I was in 5th grade and my first assignment was something like “what did you do over summer” so I lost my entire shit and cried on the couch for an hour. Passed out, slept til 7, woke up and was fed soup, and have no idea if I finished that paper but presumably I did because I remember a nap and food working.

I would keep having these homework meltdowns periodically, and I don’t know when they stopped, but I had at least one, maybe two, in my first year of college.

And eventually I’ve just kinda.... stopped having them. Stress about a big project wasn’t something that bothered me anymore. You just did it one step at a time, and when you started thinking “maybe I’ll do it in the morning”, you immediately go to bed because you’ve already lost the fight and even if you don’t do it in the morning at least you won’t face it sleep deprived.

It takes time and living to get these experiences, and while one kid might not have the same issues with school work I had, maybe something else just knocks them on their ass every time (same) and it is just. Literally something you need to live through a couple times before you know how to deal with it. You can provide Blank Slate Alien Person with all the mental health tips and anecdotal advice and chamomile tea as you want, but the first couple times they face stress, none of those tips help if they don’t know how to implement them.

If you’ve ever assembled something by instructions and ended up building it upside down—it’s easier to build it again once you’ve gotten mad and undone it and started again. Because you’ve practiced. You already had the instructions, but now you have the experience of building it already, even if the result wasn’t the one you wanted.

Teens are learning a) how to read instructions, and b) that their assembly is probably upside down. and in the meantime, the world is also bonkers wild right now.

When they have that moment of rage, or giving up, or aloofness upon finding shit got built upside down— just. Let them.

You don’t have to ‘fix’ it or ‘fix’ them for having these emotions, or lack of them.

These are normal reactions. They make sense. All I’m asking is that we understand it’s going to happen. These emotions are going to happen.

Don’t let yourself justify being mean to kids and teens by telling yourself they’re being disrespectful. The world and their lives and emotions also don’t revolve around you. It’s not always a rebellion or reason to fight when things get too high strung to hold total control of.

That doesn’t mean ignore them. I was maybe 12 or 13, and it was 90 on a metal ship, and i was wearing an under shirt because i didn’t have a bra, so two layers of clothes on a hot metal ship, on my period— and all I remember is asking my dad to let us sit down and eat some lunch, because i was dizzy and dehydrated, and all he just kept saying we would do it once he saw the tour. I have no idea how long it was but I probably could’ve cried and been called moody or uncooperative.

Life is difficult. Especially for people who aren’t yet in control of their situations. Who are still bursting out with emotions they can’t otherwise articulate.

Be kind to that.

[seductresses-temple]

He was betrayed Drarry please 1k preferred, but whatever you can right will be fine X)

This ask has been sitting here for forever and six days but I FINALLY did it. I was so uninspired by this prompt at first, I’m not even going to lie, but then an idea sparked in my head and next thing I knew, I couldn’t stop writing. So here we go.

Betrayal 

Pairing: Drarry (Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter)

Rating: Teen for a bit of foul language and some snogging 

Words: 2,771

Harry crumbled the Daily Prophet in his hands and chucked it across the room. He watched it catch fire amongst the remaining kindling, burning lowly. He couldn’t remember if there had ever been a time in his life when he had been this livid. His memories came up empty handed - nothing compared to the hurt settling over him like dust in an old house. He didn’t understand how someone he trusted so deeply could betray him this way. Seething, he stalked through Grimmauld Place until he’d grabbed his coat and was out the door and disappearing from the Apparition point with a resounding

Crack!

Emerald eyes burning, Harry landed near a quiet street in muggle London and stalked toward a small flower shop. He chose to ignore the startled and perplexed glances of passersby as he threw open the door beside the shop and stormed the stairs two at a time until he reached the top landing. With a nonchalant wave of his hand the door to the upstairs apartment swung open noisily on its hinges -opened wandlessly and without care for privacy, the law, or any manner of decency.

“Axel!” Harry’s voice sounded foreign to his own ears but he didn’t care.

Axel came padding out into the living room moments later. His messy black curls were pulled into a loose bun and he looked to have just rolled out of bed, standing around with his head cocked to the side in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a crumpled button up. He smiled slowly, stepping closer despite the murderous look in Harry’s eyes and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“How could you?” Harry seethed, stepping back and wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.

Axel chuckled, shaking his head as he turned away from Harry and made his way into the kitchen as if they were having a perfectly normal conversation.

“It was just an interview, Harry, relax.” Axel picked up an orange from the fruit bowl, hopping up on the counter and kicking his legs back and forth as he peeled it. He seemed completely unfazed by anything he’d done which only set Harry off further.

“Just an interview? You told those- those vultures personal things, intimate details about my life things that took me YEARS to open up to you about and all you have to say for yourself is that it was just an interview!” Harry balled his hands into fists, trying to keep tight reins on his magic. He could feel it bubbling up just below the surface but he refused to lose control. He didn’t want to give Axel the satisfaction of knowing just how deeply he’d hurt him.

Harry still couldn’t believe it had come to this, all of his secrets splashed across the pages of the Daily Prophet...how he actually had died during the war, how Voldemort had been in his head all those years, how he had been a Horcrux, and probably more. All of it was out for the entire wizarding world to see, leaked by a man that supposedly loved him. They had been together for almost four years and now…now, Harry couldn’t find it in his heart to forgive it, but he still had to know what would make Axel stoop so low after all this time.

“Why?” Harry forced the word out of his mouth, knowing no answer would ever be good enough.

Axel stopped peeling his orange. He looked at Harry, long and hard, his fingers trembling as he picked at the orange rind again. “You forgot my birthday, you know,” he muttered, voice suddenly small.

“You did all this because I forgot your birthday?” There was a sharp crack and the mirror over the mantle crashed to the floor making Axel jump slightly.

The air was thick with Harry’s magic, almost suffocating, but Axel pressed on.

“You missed my birthday, you’ve missed date nights, you even forgot our anniversary this year, Harry. I had to do something to get your attention.” Axel stared down at the floor, Harry’s magic whipping around the room like a strong wind. It was hard to breathe against it.

“Draco, he- he warned me about you...the day I introduced the two of you, I didn’t want to listen. He told me and I didn’t-” Harry ran a trembling hand through his hair, a high, shaky laugh escaping him.

Axel threw the orange down into the sink, stalking over to Harry “Do not bring up that scourge in my house!”

“What does Draco have to do with any of this! He’s my friend!” It was true. Sometimes it still caught Harry off guard that he and Draco could be as close as they were but it had happened in its own due time. After the war, Harry had been in a dark place and after he’d broken up with Ginny so that she didn’t have to choose between following her dreams or staying in a relationship with someone who barely knew themselves...Harry had been at an all time low. He’d begun seeing a Mind Healer and after every session he’d go for a walk in a nearby park to let everything sink in. That’s where Harry met Scorpius for the first time after he’d gotten separated from his father. He’d been a tiny little thing back then, no more than six. He noticed Harry’s scar and asked for help from ‘The Great Harry Potter,’ and he was so small and scared, only a truly heartless person could have denied him.

Harry and Scorpius made quite the pair. They managed to find Draco right before he’d resorted to ripping his hair out from worry. Draco had been ridiculously grateful and invited Harry out to lunch before he even fully realized what he was doing. Scorpius was thrilled and before Harry or Draco knew, it became a weekly thing. Watching Draco raise Scorpius alone after Astoria’s death, Harry saw just how much the war had changed his former rival for the better and there was something about the new Draco Malfoy that brought Harry a great deal of peace.

The only time Harry had seen even the slightest glimpse of the old Malfoy was when Harry had introduced Draco to Axel. All of a sudden Draco was back to being the same scathing, rude, pompous git he’d been all through their Hogwarts days.

“There’s something about him I don’t trust,” Draco had told him.

Harry should have listened. He wished he had listened. He felt his magic deflate around him like a balloon hissing out air until it slipped somewhere unreachable. He looked at Axel who was staring at him intently, unmoving, and annoying resolute.

“You know, Harry, sometimes,” Axel sighed softly, brushing past Harry to grab his wand from the coffee table. He Vanished the shattered remains of his mirror before turning back to Harry, tears in his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re just willfully ignorant, tragically oblivious, or just toying with me but either way, you came to break up with me and I can’t do this anymore so just- just go home Harry, or better yet? Go see Draco, I’m sure he’d jump at the chance to comfort you after ‘The Big Bad Wolf’ hurt you, yeah? But just go.”

“Axel…”

“Just go, Harry, there’s nothing for you here, hasn’t been for a while.”

With one final look, Harry left Axel’s apartment in a fog. He left with his relationship irreparably broken and no real clue as to when it had started to break, where it had all gone wrong. He’d been busy lately, sure, he was in the process of starting his own company. It required a lot of his attention and devotion. Maybe he had been...inattentive, as of late, which was wrong of course. Axel had been his boyfriend, someone special to him, he shouldn’t have let work come before his relationship, they both needed to be a priority in his life. But something in the way Axel spoke made Harry think the entire thing ran so much deeper than just a few missed special occasions.

He was betrayed...by his own boyfriend, and for what? Vengeance? Attention That wasn’t the Axel he knew. A part of Harry was half tempted to go see Draco, maybe he could connect the dots Harry just wasn’t seeing, or maybe Hermione could. Everything felt like a giant jigsaw puzzle with just enough pieces missing to make the final picture so unclear. All he knew for sure was there was no fixing this. Even if he could find it in his heart to forgive Axel -of course he would forgive Axel, eventually- he would never trust him again though, and what was a relationship, any relationship, without trust?

In the end, Harry headed back home to Grimmauld Place and was met with a pleasant if not confusing surprise. He followed the smell of warm treacle tarts down into the kitchen, head tilting to the side as he took in the sight of Draco humming to himself as he bustled about Harry’s kitchen. Harry forgot at least once every few months that since Grimmauld Place was no longer the headquarters for The Order of the Phoenix, Draco’s Black lineage allowed him to come and go as he pleased. The only thing thing capable of putting a stop to it was Harry changing the wards which seemed like far too much work on Harry’s end. Plus, it wasn’t like Draco would ever abuse the right, he just had the tendency to show up unannounced but it almost always ended in treacle tart for Harry so who was he to complain?

“Honey, I’m home?”

Draco stopped short, a tray of biscuits in one hand and his wand in the other, keeping two cups of tea afloat in front of him. He gave Harry an arch look, harrumphing in the back of his throat as he continued to set the table with tea, biscuits, and treacle tart.

“About time you made it back, Potter. Please, worry me half to death next time, I’ve clearly nothing better to do with Scorpius away at school.” Draco brought plates to the table before sitting down at the head of the table, resting ankle over knee, lounging ever so slightly against the back of his chair as if he owned the place.

“You are aware that this is my house, you git?” Still, Harry sat down and cut himself a piece of treacle tart because he couldn’t resist.

Draco rolled his eyes, grabbing a biscuit off the tray and breaking it in half “Circumstantial,” he murmured around the edge of it before taking a bite, chewing slowly as he regarded Harry with a steady gaze.

They sat in silence for a moment, Draco sipping his tea and Harry eating a slice or two or three of treacle tart before either of them said a word.

“You were right,” Harry whispered to the treacle tart, gripping his fork unnecessarily hard in a vain attempt to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks.

“How are you always right?” he added quietly, an afterthought.

Draco set both his feet on the floor and scooted forward, gently sliding his hand over the top of Harry’s. “Being the sort of person that’s made his fair share of horrid mistakes, well-” Draco smiled sadly, caressing the top of Harry’s hand with the pad of his thumb. “I suppose, I’m just very good at spotting the worst in people. Rest assured, I don’t take any pleasure in it, it’s a terrible burden, to see the people you care about in a position where they’ll eventually be hurt.”

“Did you really come all this way just because of what was in the paper?” Harry murmured, still talking to his half eaten slice of treacle tart.

“Well, once I read it, I firecalled and you didn’t answer,” Draco did his best to make the statement sound as accusatory as he could but it lacked any real heat behind it. “Then, I had to go through the arduous task of making actual phone calls just to make sure you hadn’t gotten yourself detained by the DMLE and then, I came here, hoping you’d come to your senses and come home instead of doing something reckless like getting yourself carted off to Azkaban.”

Harry thought about the shattered mirror on Axel’s floor, how hard it had been to keep a handle on his magic. He’d almost lost complete control and in the moment -until Axel had kicked him out- there was a large piece of Harry that simply hadn’t cared. He could have hurt someone. Sometimes he truly was just as reckless as when he was a boy. “Am I really that predictable?” He sighed, Draco’s expression telling him all he needed to know.

“You’re an absolute Gryffindor,” Draco muttered as if it were painstakingly obvious. When he managed to at least get a chuckle out of Harry, he set to work clearing the table, resuming his quiet humming.

“Draco?”

“Yes Harry?”

“What- what made you so distrusting of Axel?”

Draco froze, back to Harry. He let several moments pass between them before turning around and leaning against the counter. Some expression Harry couldn’t read passed over his face before he finally spoke. “The day you brought Axel with you, I had made some joke about how you and I weren’t swingers and how dare you bring some random stranger out on our date and Axel just, well, he froze and there was this look in his eyes that I knew all too well. I had seen it in myself so many times. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Insecurity. From then, I just took to watching him and the more I saw you two together the more I realized he just wasn’t right for you, he didn’t deserve you.” Draco turned around quickly, busying himself with the spices all of a sudden.

Harry tried to think back. It had been four years ago, so much had happened since then, but hearing it from Draco he did remember the way Axel had tensed beside him. He thought it was just nerves. Butterflies. He knew Draco’s sense of humor wasn’t particularly for everyone. People either thought he was hilarious or a prat, there tended to be little to no in between. Except for Ron, he would always think Draco was a prat but at least now he thought he was a hilarious prat. But Axel…

It was pointless. The more Harry dwindled on Axel the more he just wanted to curl into his bed and not come out until the day was through. “He was the only guy I’d ever dated that saw me as just Harry,” he lamented, finishing the last of his tea and staring into the bottom of the cup as if he’d somehow find answers at the bottom.

“That’s part of the problem though, isn’t it?” Draco turned to Harry, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. It wasn’t like Draco Malfoy to not say the first thing that came tumbling to the forefront of his mind.

“What is it?” Harry rested his hand on Draco’s shoulder, peering into his eyes and that one small gesture seemed to be all it took.

“You deserve to be with someone who knows the duality of you, someone who knows that as much as you’re just Harry, you’re also The Boy Who Lived and you’ll always hate. You don’t take any pleasure or pride in it. You deserve to be with someone who knows that they’ll have to share you with the world but only they would get pieces of you that no one else will and they should cherish that. You deserve someone who would never betray you. You deserve- you deserve,” before Harry truly knew what was happening, velvet soft lips were crashing into his.

The kiss was rough, passionate, and so heartbreakingly desperate. Harry realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Draco was crying, his tears wetting their cheeks as Harry’s brain slowly caught up with him. He pulled Draco into his arms and held him close, kissing him back just as fiercely, just as desperate, trying to pour years worth of love he hadn’t even realized had been blooming inside of him into it. His nerve endings felt raw, electrified, alive -the tumultuous events of the day crashing into him all at once - yet and still, Draco in his arms was the first thing that felt right in such a long time. 

[tangyyyy]

“Fun Fight” ELU Prompt

Lucas Lallemant is bored. And when he gets bored, the boy can turns quickly into a pain in the ass. Eliott is sitting next to him on the couch, busy drawing on his sketchbook. Lucas is watching a boring TV show. Tired by so much stupidity, he ends up turning off the TV. He sighs, bored to death. He turns to his boyfriend and stare at him for a long time. He blows, complains, moves. Despite his efforts, he can't seem to get Eliott's attention. He stretches his leg and presses his foot into the young man's ribs. "What?” Eliott asks in an absent voice. "I'm bored ..." Lucas answers. "Take a book." Typical answer. "He sounds like my mother" Lucas thinks. "I don't feel like reading." Silence falls. Eliott keeps drawing and Lucas sighs again. Suddenly, he kicks harder than he would have liked on Eliott's thigh. "Ouch! Lucas are you sick or what?! It hurts!” Eliott shouts, jumping with surprise, rubbing his sore leg. "I'm so sorry!” Lucas replies without any real regret in his voice. "I don't control my strength..." He lifts his foot and positions it at Eliott's crotch. "I dare you to try..." The young man threatens him, raising an eyebrow and staring mischievously in his blue eyes. The latter laughs and gives a kick in his shoulder. "Ugh... Lucas!" Another shot in the ribs. "Fuck, Lucas, stop it!" He's laughing. "Nop Dear, I won't stop, this is way too fun! -Don't make me stop you myself...” Too happy, Lucas gets up hastily on his knees, his chest swollen, fists clenched towards Eliott. "Come at me bro! I will defeat you! -You can't beat me... " Eliott sighs quietly, putting his drawing notebook next to the sofa. "Why can't I beat you?!” Lucas asks, offended, frowning without moving. "Look at you, tiny hedgehog..." Eliott smiles as he stands himself in front of him. "You, filthy..." Without letting him finish, Eliott takes advantage of his inattention and throws himself on him. Trying to struggle for control, Lucas shakes his arms and legs. Bearing a few strokes, Eliott still manages to tip his boyfriend on his back. But the latter, very agile, defends rather well... "Give up already Lallemant!" Laughs burst into the air. Eliott catches one of Lucas' wrists but the youngest boy manages to free himself quickly. It's a matter of fact : Eliott has more strength than him but he's less fast. Then, extremely competitive, Lucas waved quickly and randomly his arms in all directions.

"No, no Lucas! Not the face!” Eliott exclaims, protecting his face. Eliott puts his knee on Lucas' stomach, nailing him to the couch. While the young man's arms try to push this knee away from his belly, Eliott takes advantage and melts on him, stretching his weight against his chest. "Got ya!" He wraps his wrists and nudges, without doing it on purpose, Lucas's face. "Augh!” Lucas shouts loudly. The two young men stop. Eliott stands up slightly to let the young man breathe, the latter is holding his hands to his nose. "Are you okay? Did I hit you too hard?” Eliott asks, looking worried. "I think you broke my nose ..." Lucas whispered in a small plaintive voice. "Here, let me see..." Carefully, Eliott leans on his own legs and bends towards his boyfriend's face. He looks at his nose closely. It's red but doesn't bleed and doesn't seem swollen. He puts a little kiss on the tip of his nose. "It's gonna be alright..." He smiles. Without wasting time and taking advantage of this moment of weakness, Lucas, with a sarcastic smile, puts his hands on Eliott's ribs and starts to tickle him. Surprised, the young man jumps and curls up on himself. "Oh fuck... No! Lucas!" Unable to control his own gestures, Eliott loses his balance, the body shaking by the tickles of his boyfriend. Trying to defend himself, he falls from the couch to the ground. Lucas now sat on Eliott's stomach is laughing out loud. "That tickles!” The young man shouts with tears in his eyes. "Surrender baby!” Lucas commands, still tickling him, an hint of triumph in his voice. The battle goes on for a minute. "Please, please, Lucas, stop it..." Eliott pleads. "Say it!” Lucas orders, too proud of him. "Ok, ok, you win! Lucas, stop, you win!" The young man stops, smiling. Eliott's body relaxes, he put his head against the floor. Lucas sat on his stomach, watching him regain his senses. "That's unfair, you know I'm ticklish! Tickling is cheating. We statued on that the other day.” Eliott suddenly complains, the painful abs of having laughed too much. "You're such a poor loser..." Lucas retorted, wiping tears of laughter from his reddened cheeks. "Poor loser?! Me?! You're a pot calling the kettle black!” Eliott chuckles, scandalised. Smiling, Lucas bends down, puts his lips on Eliott's and then lies down against him. He doesn't feel bored anymore.