#once again it sucks it's like a single take with one go-over for proofreading lmao

[djsangos]

You’re trying to distract yourself by playing The Swims 2, with mild success, when you’re jerked out of the game by the most ear-destroying airhorn sound you could’ve found online emanating from your phone, and you’re on top of it as soon as the horn fades out.

From: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 Im ready

Not even taking the time to write a reply, you hastily grab your shoes and crutches, and you’re out the door.

It’s only when you’re at the station waiting for the next train that you actually text him back.

To: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 sorry forgot to reply im THAT single minded right now

waiting for the train see you soon

When you’re actually on the subway, that airhorn blares again, and cod, okay, you’re gonna change it back now, fucking everyone’s staring at you now and it’s making you even more anxious.

From: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 Okay

You almost just fucking bust down the door when you get to Four’s apartment, but you manage to contain yourself enough to simply knock.

“It’s open,” comes a call from inside, and that’s all it takes for you to swing open the door and practically sprint into the living room.

And there, on the couch, looking up at you so fucking forlornly, is Four. Tears staining their cheeks, looking like they’ve just watched their whole family get murdered before their eyes. Cod… you haven’t seen him this upset in so fucking long.

“Hi,” you say lamely, suddenly not really sure what to say.

“Hi,” he echoes. “Sorry I basically ghosted you. And everyone.”

You shake your head. “You’re fine.” You make your way over to the couch, lean your crutches against the arm, and gingerly sit down on Four’s right. “...You wanna talk?”

They sigh, bring their laptop closer to the two of you on the coffee table, and open it up to a page displaying what looks like a set of courses and grades. He gestures to it, flopping against the back of the couch. “I’m a terrible engineer.”

You lean forward to take a closer look and can’t contain a wince. “Yeesh.”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I started flopping pretty hard last year, but I didn’t want anyone to be disappointed in me, so I lied… I’m sorry.”

Okay, yeah, all these grades are pretty fucking terrible. Math, physics, engineering, all abysmal fucking scores. All except…

“History of Beauty and Fashion?” you read aloud.

“That’s my elective.”

“You did pretty coddamn swell in that one. Crushed it, even.” You lean away from the laptop to meet their gaze. “But you’re like, the freshest squid in town, so that’s expected.”

“Eeeehhh,” he groans. “It’s just something I’m passionate about.”

“More passionate about than engineering?”

“Eeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh,” they repeat, then, “I… don’t think I was ever all that passionate about engineering. I think I just wanted to major in it ‘cause it sounded cool.”

“Didn’t you say it was your dream?”

“Yeah, but…” Voice straining, they cross their arms, look up at the ceiling. “I was eighteen. Dreams change. Mostly I think my dream was just to go to college.”

His fingers grip his upper arms, and for all his rapid blinking at the ceiling and biting his lips, he can’t keep fresh tears from falling down his cheeks.

“And somehow I failed even that.”

“Hey,” you say, seemingly failing your attempt at a gentle tone, because they wince. Tentatively, you place a comforting hand on their shoulder. “So you hit a rough patch. That doesn’t mean you’re a failure. Maybe you just need a different strategy.”

“Then what about you?” They level their gaze on you again, no longer trying to stop the tears. “You failed. You gave up. Wasn’t that your strategy!?”

You pull your hand away as if they just burned you. “I-- I—” It feels like he just stabbed you in both fucking hearts. “This- this isn’t about me.”

He grasps both your shoulders, tight, hands shaking. “If you gave up, then what the hell am I supposed to do!?”

Instinctively, you try to pull their hands from your shoulders, but they won’t budge. “Do better than me! I made a mistake, I’m trying to keep you from repeating it.”

Their grip only tightens. “I-I-I—” he sobs. “I already have!”

“Ngh, no,” you say, grunting. “Hey, let g—You came clean before it was too late. That’s the difference—Let go!”

Finally, you manage to pry one of his hands off your shoulder, but it must be mostly his doing, because the other one shortly follows, and Four deflates. He takes shuddering breaths, wipes their cheeks with the heel of their palm. “I’m sorry,” they mumble through sobs. “I—I’m just so fucking mad at myself.”

“Don’t be,” you say, massaging your left shoulder. Cod, that’s gonna bruise for sure. “It’s not too late. If you wanna stay in school, there’s still time to fix this. If you don’t, that’s fine too.”

“How can I fix this?”

“I mean, if you’re not into engineering anymore, you can change your major, right?”

“I’m about to start my senior year.”

“You don’t have to finish college in four years.” You move onto your right shoulder. Ow, this guy’s got strong fucking hands. “You can take as long as you want. Change as many majors as you want.”

“But—”

You finish your short self-massage and rotate both shoulders for a minute.. “Or, like. Take time off if you want. You can always come back later, if the summer isn’t long enough to figure it out.”

“I don’t know what I want,” he sighs, then looks up at you guiltily. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say. “You okay?”

“I dunno,” they say. “I think I will be. Thanks for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.” You open your arms, offering a hug. “Bring it in?”

Four practically falls into your arms, and you both share a good, tight hug, until after several moments, when Four pipes up, “Uh, you sure you’re okay, Cap? You’re shaking.”

“I think that’s you.”

“I mean I am, but so are you.”

“Uh.” You pull back and raise a hand to your eyes. Yeah, it’s shaking like a leaf in the wind, and it hits you now just how light-headed you are, too. And fucking hungry. “I. Think I’m starving.”

“Pfft, dork,” Four scoffs affectionately. “What, were you so worried about me you couldn’t eat?”

“Pretty much.” His smile wavers for a second at your answer, but then perks right back up.

“Lucky I DoorDived like, a bunch of donuts to sadly binge-eat this morning. Want some? I’ve still got a lot left.”

“Uh, fuck yeah.”

Over donuts, the two of you come up with a tentative game plan to help Four with his school problems: Since summer just started, they can take the vacation to really think about if they wanna continue in school, and if they do, whether to change their major and to what. If they’re still unsure, they can take as long as they need to figure it out, and you and the rest of the splatoon will of course be there to offer any support and advice he needs.

“It’s like,” he says, halfway through a donut, “stupidly simple. I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me when I started struggling last year.”

“Sometimes just talking it out helps,” you say. “And dude, I’m fucking sorry I didn’t notice sooner. I should have, and we could’ve gotten this hashed out already.”

They shake their head. “Don’t be. I’m really good at hiding shit.”

“Then I gotta get better at finding your hiding places.”

He laughs, and it seems so much less strained than yesterday.

Later, once you arrive home, you’re about to text Eight and the rookie to let them know that Four’s gonna be okay, when you hear the music from your laptop and realize you left it open and running The Swims 2 unpaused like, this whole fucking time. Rushing to check on the game confirms your worst fears.

“Aw, fuck.” If the point of playing The Swims 2 was to kill off all your Swims, then you would be the world champion! Yeah, that’s the game over screen. You snap a picture and send it to Four.

To: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 [picture]

you killed all my swims

you monster

From: 🏈4️⃣🦑4️⃣🏈 Im so sorry

Im a murderer 🔪

Mournfully, you close the game. Rest in peace, your Swims. At least their sacrifice was worth it.

[avnkin]

Shake On It [ 2 ]

Author’s note: I was really in my harry feels whilst writing this so sorry about that lmao also I proofread this so many times and it still SUCKS ASS. I posted this entire thing earlier from my phone but tumblr deleted everything except the title so yeah I’m sorry if there aren’t italics and bolds on some of the words where they should be but i’m just to lazy to go through the entire thing and find them all again, maybe i’ll do it later but who knows. I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters they are the intellectual property of J.K Rowling. (not my gif)

Word Count: 5.9k

Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader / Platonic!Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, foul language, asshole!draco and daddy issues lol

This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the HP storyline for example Voldemort hasn’t returned but still exists so little from Harry’s history changes but Dumbledore’s still alive.

After yours and Draco’s interaction the other night you’d strongly begun reconsidering his offer to accompany him to the ball, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought, I mean what’s the worst that could happen? So many things your anxiety was quick to answer, the most important one being that Harry and Ron would probably never speak to you again.

“Y/N are you even listening to me?” Hermione’s voice snapped you out of your trance, her blurry hand waving in front of your face, you quickly began blinking in an attempt to bring your surroundings back into focus, “sorry” you then muttered sending her an apologetic smile before gesturing for her to continue with whatever she’d been talking about.

“As I was saying, I need a cute date for the ball, who do you think will annoy Ron the most?” you were about to answer when a voice from behind you beat you to it.

“Annoy who the most?”

You rolled your eyes having a pretty clear idea of who it was, you reluctantly turned around your eyes immediately locking onto Draco’s who stood there in all his glory a smug smile plastered onto his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Excuse me who invited you to this conversation?” you retorted before turning back to Hermione who had an amused grin on her face causing you to lightly kick her from underneath the table, you didn’t want Draco putting two and two together and realizing you’d talked about him with Hermione.

“I was just wondering if you’d changed your mind about going with me to the ball” Draco cajoled causing your eyes to widen realizing you still hadn’t told Hermione about the fact he’d asked you in the first place.

You sent Hermione an an ‘i’ll tell you later’ look before twisting your body to face Draco’s who now had his hands placed in his robe pockets, his self assurance radiating off of him despite the fact you’d rejected him only days before, the boy had clearly never been told ‘no’ his entire life.

“No and I won’t be, so run along” you stated before making a shooing gesture with your hand which only seemed to have the opposite effect you’d intended it too, since he began to take a few steps forward, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“Yes you will” he stated matter of factly and it took all self control you had not to smack him right across the face, who did he think he was?

“Is it really that hard to get it into that tiny little brain of yours that there are girls alive who don’t like you” you practically growled missing how Hermione’s attention had drifted away from the scene unfolding before her and to the two figures who had begun making their way towards you.

“Yes because there aren’t an-”

“Malfoy find someone else to bother can’t you see she’s not interested” Harry cut him off as him and Ron now fully came into view, the two of them standing tall behind Draco whose attention had now shifted from you to them.

“Oh look who it is, dumb and dumber” chortles could be heard from the Slytherin table at Draco’s words causing you to roll your eyes, it was pathetic how they would lick up every single thing he did.

“Offers still there Y/L/N” Draco turned to you before he slowly started to ascend back towards the Slytherin table where he was greeted with numerous pats on the back as he squeezed himself in between Crabbe and Goyle.

“What a slimy git” Ron huffed as he took the seat next to yours, immediately beginning to scoop all the food in view onto his plate.

“What did he want anyways?” Harry asked resting his elbows on the wooden house table as he sat down opposite you.

“He asked if I wanted to go to the ball with him” you feigned disgust as you shook your head, hoping he would drop the subject, you’d never been a good liar and if anyone could see through you it would surely be your best friend.

“Just tell him you’re going with me if he asks again, then he’ll leave you alone” Harry suggested, Ron nodding along with him as he stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth.

“Yeah- yeah ‘course thank you Harry” you scratched the back of your head cringing at the obvious hint of disappointment lingering in your words which thankfully no one but Hermione seemed to notice since she reached her hand out across the table and laid it gently atop of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You gave her a small smile before your eyes began dancing around the Great Hall somehow coming to a halt on Draco’s figure, he had his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he engaged in conversation with Blaise.

No one could say that Draco Malfoy wasn’t handsome, rude and a prat? Sure, but unattractive no. He was the only boy you’d ever seen who was able to pull of such a hair color and as your eyes travelled along his sharp jawline up to his chiseled cheekbones you felt the uncontrollable feeling of heat rush up to your face as his eyes met yours.

He sent you a wink before turning back around, you mirroring his actions the feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach slowly melting away as you pushed any remaining thoughts of him aside.

-

The ball was only a few days from now and you and Hermione had decided to take a trip down to Hogsmeade in an attempt to shop for dresses, not wanting to repeat what had happened last year when you both had made the mistake of trusting your parents with your attires, the dresses they’d choosen had arrived the same night as the ball and you had been forced to show up in matching bright pink gowns since it had been too late to go and buy new ones. You’d been the laughing stocks off the school for a couple months after that, never again.

You cringed at the memory that would surely be edged into your mind forever but as you pushed open the wooden door that led into Gladrags Wizardwear you found yourself entranced with all the beautiful dresses littered around the shop.

“Have you decided who you’re gonna go to the ball with?” Hermione hummed as her fingers trailed over a blue gown that hung along with hundreds of others at the front of the store.

“Yeah I think I’m just gonna go with Harry, I don’t want to risk my friendship with either him or Ron by going with Draco” you sighed not feeling the need to hide your disappointment in front of her.

“I get that but if you really do like Malfoy you should just ease Harry and Ron into the idea of you two being together” Hermione shrugged in response before removing the dress she’d been looking at from its hanger and placing it into her arms as you continued browsing.

“How am I supposed to do that you know how much they hate him” you sighed as you lightly dragged your hand over the multiple fabrics that hung on the clothing rag next to you.

“You could dance with him at the ball” Hermione suggested, you nodded silently in agreement before coming to an abrupt halt as a certain dress caught your eye. It was champagne colored and made out of silk with a thigh high split running down the side of it, not the type of dress you’d usually go for but nevertheless you carefully placed it into your arms deciding their was no harm in seeing how it looked on you.

“Who are you going with?” you changed the subject not feeling like talking about Draco anymore, it was really killing your mood.

“Hero Finnigan asked me” your eyes widened at Hermione’s words. Hero Finnigan was in the year above you and was quite the heartthrob around school, he’d been known for having a new girl underneath his arm every week and it seemed that this time around it was going to be Hermione, much to your surprise.

“Please tell me you said yes, if anyone’s going to make Ron jealous it’s definitely him” you assured her, looping your arm with hers as you continued skimming through the store.

“Of course I said yes, I’m not that daft” she shook her head before continuing, “I don’t know though I-I guess I was just hoping that in the end Ron would ask me, but apparently he’s going with Lavender” her nose scrunched up at the mere mention of her name as she let out a heavy sigh.

Your heart ached for your best friend as you put an arm around her shoulder giving her a tight side hug, a subtle way of letting her know you were there for her no matter what.

“Enough about that let’s go try on our dresses and we can tell each other what we think” Hermione was obviously trying to distract herself but you didn’t feel like pressing the subject any further so you only nodded in agreement as you started searching for the changing rooms, it was a surprisingly big shop compared to how small it had appeared from the outside.

Once you’d finally found them at the far end of the shop you both entered separate rooms, simultaneously pulling the curtains shut shielding you from the watchful eyes of the other customers, although there weren’t that many.

You took one last look at the dress letting your fingers wander down the silky fabric before carefully removing it from its hanger and slipping your legs in between the opening.

Once you got it on, you weren’t able to reach the zipper on the back, no matter how hard you tried so you stealthily peeked your head out behind the curtain and seeing no one you began to make your way towards Hermione’s changing room hoping she could be of some assistance.

“Need some help with that?” a voice stopped you dead in your tracks, swiftly turning to see Draco standing there, a mischievous smirk resting on his lips as he took a step closer to you.

“Are you stalking me or something?” you shook your head, furrowing your brows once you noticed how his eyes weren’t meeting yours, instead they were trailing up and down your body, devouring every inch of you.

“Eyes up here Malfoy” you teased which made him finally look up at you, but instead of replying with a snide comment of his own he threw the suit he’d been holding onto a clothing rag nearby and slowly began to stride towards you.

You weren’t able to get a word out as he tenderly placed his ring clad fingers on top of your bare shoulders scanning your face for approval witch you granted by carefully nodding your head taking in a deep breath as you felt him begin to slowly turn you around.

You shivered once the cold metal wrapped around his fingers began to run down your arms, his fingertips then gently dancing down the small of your back in a painfully teasing manner.

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy sigh as he took a step closer to you his lips ghosting over your ear as he began to pull the zipper upwards causing you to almost involuntarily lean into him. As soon as you did his scent consumed you, he smelled of expensive cologne and spearmint, even better than you could have ever imagined.

He stopped as the zip reached the bottom strands of your hair, he thought for a moment before he carefully wrapped his hand around your h/c locks, twisting them gently around his fingers before letting them fall over the side of your shoulder, the tips of his fingers ever so slightly running across the side of your neck as he moved them back down to where he’d stopped.

You gently tilted your head, closing your eyes in content once you felt his hot breath fan over your neck, you leaned your head back at the sensation resting it atop of Draco’s shoulder, shivering once you felt his lips ghost over the sweet spot just behind your ear, one of his arms finding your waist as the other continued to work its way up your back.

Once you heard the faint sound of the zipper click as it reached its closing you slowly opened your eyes feeling him take an impossible step closer to you, your behind now pressed into his front as he trailed his hands down to your hips.

“You clean up quite nice Y/L/N” he breathed out as he began running his hands up to your stomach before finally reaching your waist where they abruptly stopped so that he could turn you back around, you let out a gasp at the sudden forced movement your hands clinging onto his shoulders to prevent you from falling.

You opened your mouth but no words came out as you were consumed by the feeling of his fingers digging into your sides, his lips mere centimeters from yours you almost unknowingly began to lean in.

He mirrored your movements but just before your lips could meet someone cleared their throat from behind you causing you to jump away from him, frowning at the sudden loss of contact.

Once your eyes met Hermione’s you quickly cleared your throat acting as if nothing had (almost) happened, she raised an eyebrow obviously confused at the scene unfolding before her.

You turned back towards Draco who was looking at you almost expectantly, “I’m going with Harry to the ball” you suddenly felt the need to tell him, hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea from the little moment you had just shared.

“Potter seriously?” Draco scoffed in return before making his way around you and Hermione, your eyes following his figure and as soon as he was completely out of sight you finally felt like you could breath again, staggering backwards into Hermione who quickly put her arms up to catch you.

“Oh I’m in trouble”

-

You’d decided to buy the dress you’d tried on in the store, even though every time you put it on you couldn’t shake away the feeling of Draco being pressed against you as his lips hovered dangerously close to your neck.... You shook your head in hopes that it would toss the memory out of your mind, you couldn’t be thinking about Draco right now, not when Harry was standing just outside the Gryffindor common room patiently waiting for you to get ready.

“Can you zip me up?” you turned your back to Hermione who quickly rushed to your side swiftly beginning to pull the zipper on the back of your dress upwards. As you closed your eyes you got momentary flashes off Draco’s ring clad fingers wrapped around your body and you tried with all your might to shake the tingling feeling you got away, but nothing seemed to be working.

“Okay do a little spin for me” you let out a laugh at Hermione’s words but nevertheless you began spinning around your dorm playfully, letting your hair fall across your shoulders as Hermione threw her head back in laughter.

“You look incredible” she complemented as you engulfed each other in tight hugs mentally preparing yourselves for the night ahead.

“Oh please, I’m nothing compared to you” you stated linking your arms together before the two of you began to make your way to your awaiting dates.

Once the door to the Gryffindor common room opened the first thing you saw was Harry engaged in conversation with Hero, you could tell by his uncomfortable shuffling that the exchange had been awkward causing you to let out a small giggle which captured the attention of the two boys.

Harry’s mouth hung open as he let his eyes wander all over you, from the thigh-high front split on the front of your dress to your flawless makeup and perfectly styled hair, he was speechless, if you two weren’t best friends he’d probably be tripping over his own two feet by now.

“Well this is certainly an upgrade from last year” Harry let out a teasing laugh as he bowed down to take your hand in his.

“Oh shut up” you feigned annoyance as you stood beside him, feeling goosebumps run up your arms as his hand came to rest on your lower back, leading the two of you towards the Great Hall.

“In all seriousness Y/N, you look amazing” Harry gushed as he pulled you into his side. An uncontrollable blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words as you let your head fall on his shoulder.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Potter” you teased, the two of you letting out simultaneous fits of laughter as you followed closely behind Hero and Hermione.

After a moment of silence Harry suddenly spoke out, “Ron was going to ask her you know” the two of you shared knowing glances at his words, it was so painfully obvious that your other two best friends were head over heels in love with each other but neither of them dared to make the first move, either to scared of being rejected or ruining their many years worth of friendship.

“Figures” you shrugged a comfortable silence overtaking you as you walked over to one of the many rows of couples stood in front of the entrance leading into the Great Hall.

As the doors begun to open you excitedly smiled up at Harry but before you were able to move forward another couple had harshly pushed their way in front of you and you were immediately able to identify the mob of platinum blond hair.

“Excuse me” you rolled your eyes causing the two of them to turn their heads towards you, you couldn’t hold in your scoff once you saw who he’d decided to bring, Pansy Parkinson of all the people in this bloody school.

“Don’t start anything Malfoy” Harry warned before either of them were able to get a word out, it looked like Pansy was going to throw a snide comment your way but stopped as soon as her eyes met Draco’s, she let out a huff before reluctantly turning back around.

“You look dashing” Draco complimented, you could feel Harry tense up beside you and you snaked an arm around his waist in an attempt to calm him down, the last thing you wanted was to cause a scene.

“Shouldn’t you be telling that to your date?” you retorted gesturing towards Pansy who seemed to be strangely quiet, usually she couldn’t keep her mouth shut no matter the circumstance, but you weren’t complaining.

Draco didn’t respond instead he just shrugged his shoulders before turning back around his arm slipping down towards Pansy’s lower back, you felt the inkling feeling of jealousy begin to form inside you but you forced yourself to push it away giving Harry’s bicep a reassuring squeeze knowing it had taken all his might not to hex Draco then and there.

As soon as Draco and Pansy had left you two be you quickly pulled Harry along with you into the hall so you wouldn’t get trampled by the entourage of students crowded behind you who were also squeezing their way through the double doors.

You intertwined your fingers with Harry’s as you took in your surroundings. It looked even better than last year, snow was falling from the starry black ceiling stopping just a few feet above you, mistletoe’s and every traditional Christmas decoration you could think of were littered all across the hall and instead of the usual house tables there were hundreds of smaller silver ones, each having it’s own floating candle above them.

Once you spotted a decent place to sit you tugged onto Harry’s arm gesturing for him to follow you towards the table your eyes were set on, somehow along the way you managed to spot Hermione and you threw your arm up gesturing for her hand Hero to come sit with you and Harry.

It wasn’t long until the chair beside you was being pulled from underneath the table and Hermione placed her self atop of it along with Hero, you happily greeted both of them but all joy inside you seemed to fade away once you noticed Ron and Lavender heading your way.

Oh please no

Ron placed a chaste kiss on Lavender’s cheek as he pointed towards your table.

Don’t sit here

Lavender eagerly began to nod following behind Ron as they inched closer and closer.

Anywhere but here

Despite your silent praying Ron was now pulling a chair out for Lavender before taking a seat himself and as soon as he did an awkward tension filled the air. You grabbed Hermione’s hand from underneath the table giving it a reassuring squeeze noticing how she’d tensed up once Lavender had bitterly greeted her.

“Whose this then?” Ron could be heard from the other end of the table, you rolled your eyes at his tone, how did Hermione not realize he was jealous hell even Hero seemed to notice it as his eyes uncomfortably shifted between Hermione’s angered expression and Ron’s annoyed one.

“Hero Finnigan, and you?” he reached his hand out over the table and for a split moment your eyes had widened thinking Ron was actually going to sit there and ignore him but thankfully the ginger haired boy reluctantly reached over the table and connected his hand with Hero’s.

“Ron, Ron Weasely”

“Weasely, eh? could have guessed, I’m good friends with your brothers” Hero attempted to make conversation but Ron didn’t seem all to keen on it only muttering a “whatever” underneath his breath causing you to kick him from underneath the table, you gave him a warning glance to which he replied by throwing a small ‘piss off’ in your direction.

Before you could begin to scold him for his rude behaviour Dumbledore’s voice tore throughout the Great Hall preventing you from doing so although you had a feeling that if it hadn’t had been him it probably would have been Harry.

“Welcome students to our annual Jingle Ball, may I say you all look wonderful tonight” Dumbledore gingerly smiled, his wand lightly pressed against the side of his neck as he gestured towards the numerous students all dressed in their finest attires.

“We’ll start the evening with a three course meal prepared by our lovely house elves” claps begun to sound around the Great Hall which you quickly joined in on, smiling brightly once you noticed the numerous elves clumsily standing up from their seats and waving at the students.

“Once you’ve finished eating a band will be preforming for us and I hope that you and your dates will be joining me and McGonagall on the dance floor” laughter sounded around the hall at the last part of his sentence but instead of joining in like you usually would you found yourself draining out all noise as your eyes met Draco’s.

He’d already been looking your way and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as his icy grey eyes burned through yours, you felt like there was some type of force drawing you to him and you couldn’t do anything about it, even though your head was screaming at you that shouldn’t be developing feelings for someone as arrogant and cruel as Draco Malfoy your heart seemed to be having trouble following.

-

Once everyone had finished eating you were eager to get away from your table, somehow Hero and Ron had begun a full blown argument which you and Hermione had to quickly shut down by asking Lavender to take Ron somewhere else until he’d calm down, that boy could not control his temper if his life depended on it.

You’d managed to cheer Hermione up after the entire ordeal telling her that she should focus on herself for once and have fun, thankfully she’d listened and you couldn’t help the giddy expression overtaking your facial features as you watched her and Hero sway together on the dance floor.

“Care to dance M’ lady” Harry merrily bowed down in front of you reaching his hand out towards yours, you placed a hand on your chest in feigned surprise before gently laying your hand in Harry’s palm.

“Why, I would be delighted to” you attempted a posh accent unable to contain the giggle that fell past your lips as you let Harry lead you to the dance floor.

As soon as his arm had wrapped around your waist and the other intertwined with your hand another slow song began playing, most of the students were still digesting their food so their weren’t many on the dance floor, it was only you and Harry, Hero and Hermione and about six other couples.

You leaned your head on Harry’s chest letting him slowly sway you to the soothing melody of the song. “You know I love you right?” Harry mumbled as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

“I love you too, silly” you brightly smiled up at him, you both knew there weren’t harbored feelings for the other hidden behind those three words so you had no trouble voicing it to each other.

You tightly wrapped your arms around his waist continuing to slowly move around the dance floor. You knew how hard his life had been leading up to this point, losing his family, Sirius, and then Cedric he always had the inkling fear that one day he’d lose you or Ron or Hermione so you wanted to make sure he knew you weren’t going anywhere.

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words and you knew you were saying everything you needed just by being there with him, it felt like hours that you’d stayed that way wrapped in each others arms but soon students begun to make their way to the dance floor so you and Harry decided to take a short break, heading hand in hand back towards your table.

-

Unbeknownst to you whilst you and Harry had been in your own world gently dancing with each other for all eyes to see, Draco had been enduring pure torture over at his table.

“I can’t believe she choose Potter over you”

“That’s gotta sting”

“How’s it feel being the second choice”

“Hope you’re ready to do my homework for the rest of the year”

Was all he had heard for the last hour as he’d watched you and Harry dance with one another. No matter the threats he threw their way and menacing looks they just wouldn’t stop, he felt as if his power of being crowned the Slytherin prince was slipping away from him, since in his world losing to someone like Harry Potter was as low as you could get.

Then and there Draco decided he wasn’t going to endure it anymore he was making his move tonight no matter the circumstance.

-

“You know Ginny’s been eyeing you all night” you wiggled your eyebrows nudging Harry’s shoulder who awkwardly began shifting in his seat as he mumbled a ‘really’ in response to which you nodded.

“Go ask her too dance!” you stood up so you could force him out of his seat along with you, you subtly pointed towards Ginny’s direction who had swiftly looked away as soon as her eyes had met Harry’s.

“But what about you?” Harry frowned realizing you didn’t have anyone to spend time with if he’d leave since both Hermione and Ron seemed to be preoccupied with their dates.

“Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine! now go” you ushered him forward giving him a reassuring thumbs up as he began to walk towards her.

“You’re quite the matchmaker aren’t you?” Hermione had suddenly walked up behind you and you both watched in amusement as Harry almost fell over twice before he was able to reach Ginny who had happily agreed to dance with him.

“Where’s Hero?” you asked as you turned to face Hermione eyes wandering around the hall in an attempt to spot her date, “oh he’s just gone to get us some drinks, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like” Hermione offered but you shook your head.

“No its okay honestly I’m fine” you assured her, you did not want to spend the evening third wheeling your best friend and her date.

Hermione began opening her mouth surely to convince you to join them but stopped once her eyes landed on something behind you or rather someone behind you.

“Care to dance?”

You swiftly turned around to see Draco with his hand reaching out towards you, you tried your best to contain the smile that was so desperately gnawing at the sides of your mouth as you turned back to Hermione who was giving you knowing smile.

“Find me if you need anything alright?” you eagerly nodded at her words only turning back to Draco once Hermione had fully vanished into the crowd.

“One dance, that’s it” you attempted to sound serious but it came off in a more teasing manner as you let your hand fall into Draco’s.

“Agreed”

As soon as you’d reached the middle of the dance floor, Draco’s arm had snaked around your waist pulling you into him whilst the other intertwined your fingers. You let out a giggle as he began twirling you around, gracefully catching you back in his arms as both his hands moved to rest on your lower back.

“You’re quite the dancer” you complimented, without a doubt boosting Draco’s already large ego, “I know” he had replied with a knowing smirk, twirling you around one last time before pulling you flush up against him your noses bumping together since you’d already been looking up at him. You’d held the eye contact for a minute as you brightly smiled at each other before you gently let your chin rest on his shoulder as he slowly began swaying you from side to side.

As your eyes began dancing over the students you didn’t think anything could burst your happy bubble until your eyes found Harry’s who had a look of disappointment edged onto his features as he pulled away from Ginny who had frowned at his sudden dismissal as she watched him begin to make his way out of the Great Hall.

You cleared your throat as you uncomfortably began shuffling away from Draco who gave you a look of confusion as he watched you pull your hand out of his and back away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I can’t do this” you muttered before hurriedly turning around and squeezing your way through the crowd of students all huddled together on the dance floor, most of them giving you annoyed glances as you pushed them out of the way but you didn’t care all you wanted to do was find Harry. You couldn’t imagine how he’d felt once he saw you his best friend, dancing with someone who’d made his life a living hell ever since the first year.

Once you’d exited the Great Hall you frantically began looking around the empty corridors in an attempt to find Harry who’d stormed out here only moments ago.

“Y/N!” you heard Draco call from behind you but you ignored him, picking up your pace once you heard his nearing footsteps echoing around the empty hallways.

“Y/N please wait” you felt him grab ahold of your wrist swiftly turning you back to face him, his grip only tightening as you began attempting to pull your hand away.

“No! You can’t treat my friends like shit and then expect me to give in on whatever the hell you’re trying to do” you finally managed to rip your hand out of his grasp as you turned back around but he quickly ran in front of you placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place.

“Listen I’m sorry alright, bloody hell I just- I can’t stop thinking about you I don’t know how to explain it but I think I might-” he cut himself off hesitating to speak his next words unsure of how you’d react since he didn’t want to return to his friends with yet another failed attempt.

“You think you might what?” you crossed your arms over your chest glaring up at him as you watched his mouth open and close again.

“Fancy you” he finally let out, your eyes widening as you let your hands fall down to your hips. You took a few steps back until you couldn’t move any further the tall walls of the castle preventing you from doing so.

“You what?” you barely whispered and Draco took that as his chance to walk towards you placing both his hands on the wall next to you.

As you looked back up at him he slowly started to remove one hand from the wall so he could place it onto your cheek and just like he’d done in the store, he began leaning in until his lips were barely hovering above yours, you so desperately wanted to close the gap between you but a part of you was screaming to push him away and never look back, but as your eyes met his once more you couldn’t bring yourself to do it your heart taking control as he pressed his lips against your own.

Your lips continued dancing with each other at a normal pace until he’d moved to deepen the kiss swiftly wrapping his arms around your waist so you were able to loop yours around his neck, he pushed you even tighter up against the wall causing you to let out a gasp allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You ran your fingers through his hair gently pulling on the strands on the back of his head before letting your head fall to the side as he began leaving kisses down your neck his hands trailing down your sides until they wrapped around your hips pulling you even further into him.

You gently blinked your eyes open as you pulled away from him, your lips undoubtedly swollen and your lipstick smeared but you didn’t care.

“No one can know about this, not until I talk to Harry” you breathed out leaning your forehead against his as you attempted to slow your heart rate by taking deep breaths in and out.

“Of course I won’t tell anyone” he lied, he’d gotten quite good at that after having to continuously lie to his father ever since he was a child, one particular incident that he would never forget was when he’d accidentally let one of the house elves go because he didn’t know that to free them they had to be granted an item of clothing and on a particularly cold night he saw no harm in granting the elf his jacket since it had been shivering beside him and when his father had barged into his room later in the night furious at his son’s stupidity Draco had lied and told him that the elf had tricked him into doing so and upon hearing this his father had tracked the elf down and casted the unforgivable curse onto him, after that Draco lied to his father about almost everything he did to ensure something like that would never happen again.

Amongst his peers he was powerful and feared but when it came to his father he was nothing, never good enough and always in the way. School was the only place he felt he was more than his father’s words so he knew that as soon as he would make his way into the Slytherin common room the first thing he was going to do was tell his friends that he’d done it, that you were slowly but surely beginning to fall for him, which put him right back on top. 

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[zodiyack]

Reminders

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female!Artist!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, me not proofreading + this probably sucking idk

Words: 951

Summary: Just a soft ol’ time with Sherlock under a tree. He’s like a Greek god, beauty gracing his face and body, and Y/n can never resist the urge to draw him. Only this time, he catches her.

Note: So this is honestly just a thought I attempted to turn into a story. Anyhow, I’ve wanted to write for Henry for a while now, so while I have a draft for Benedict’s Sherlock, I thought I’d write for Henry’s... Also please be nice this is my first Henry fic lmao

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace-writes​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​, @simonsbluee​, @thewarriorprincessxo​

Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

The air was chilled, but also held just enough warmth to not be considered unbearable. Y/n seemed content with the weather, and she was, but it was the wind she couldn’t stand. It rustled through her papers as she drew, a groan escaping her parted lips every time she lifted her utensil and readjusted the sheets.

Sherlock only chuckled. He had told her before, sitting in the tree wouldn’t help her situation with the wind, yet she found her usual spot anyways. Stubborn as she was, he thought the frustrated knitting of her brows followed by agitated groans was cute. The man did not comment, however, with the knowledge that his teasing would only upset her more.

“Bloody wind.” Y/n muttered bitterly before continuing her sketch as if the wind disrupting her focus had never even happened. Sherlock leaned forward, tilting his head at the tree with a grin. The sight of his Y/n ever so focused, smudges of ink slightly littered among her face, was one he could look at forever.

He returned to his position against the base of the wood, redirecting his attention to his pipe again. Unbeknownst to him, Y/n did as he was only previously doing. Sneaking peaks at the detective as he smoked his pipe, a warm feeling of admiration and other feelings making home in her belly as she did so.

Her own artwork made her heart race and her palms grow sweaty at times. She drew a variety of things; humans, creatures, inanimate objects and more. But of all her muse’s, the unknowing Sherlock was her favorite.

Not only was he fun to draw, but every portrait served as reminders of her favorite thing in life, the thing she loved the most in the world. Moments captured as if time was frozen and spread over a canvas or paper. They held her favorite memories with the love of her life; ones she knew she absolutely loathed the thought of forgetting.

The time he fell asleep by the fire. She happily began the work, stopping from time to time to admire the way his beauty shined even through a resting state. Then there was when he and Enola were catching up with each other in the library, the smile on their faces immediately sparking inspiration. She even drew him without reference, his face the one thing she never grew tired of looking at nor drawing.

Y/n herself got lost in the euphoric bliss, ceasing all movement in her drawing hand and reclining back against the wood. Her arms lifted off the paper at such unfortunate timing. The wind attacked her papers for what felt like the thousandth time, releasing her from her lovestruck reminiscence as panic flooded through her body.

“No!” She collected all but one last sheet, not realizing her lack until the very last second. Counting the pages, she noticed one was missing, the sheet falling in the air seen in her peripheral vision.

As Sherlock snatched the falling paper, Y/n’s eyes doubled in size. She felt herself swallow thickly, silently pleading for him to just hand it back up without taking a single look. It wasn’t anything she should’ve been ashamed of, they were together after all, but the thought of him figuring out she’d been at it for so long was a little scarier than if he found out at the first work.

But his reaction wasn’t entirely what she’d imagined. He held it by the the bottom and straightened it with a flick of his wrist before furrowing his eyebrows as he inspected it. A smirk was quick to grace his lips and replace the inspecting expression.

Y/n’s face scrunched and her eyes snapped shut, her entire form tensed with fear. “Did you draw this?” She took a second, slowly calming as she registered his inquiry. 

“Yes...”

“You’re quite skilled, Y/n. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve willingly modelled for these, you know?”

“I...” Her entire fear seamed just as meaningless as it originally had been. Now that Sherlock had asked, she found her reasons to be silly. “I’m not sure. I suppose I was a little embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? Of what? Your art? Your love for me? Darling, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you should embrace your passion.” He stood up, pipe set aside sometime ago, and handed the paper to his lover. “Don’t be afraid to ask, I’ll gladly do anything for you, beloved.”

“It’s- I- I can explain-”

“There’s nothing to explain.” He didn’t move, arm still extended. “I’ve already told you my thoughts.”

She looked down at the paper, taking it with a shy smile. “...Do you mean it?”

Sherlock chuckled. “As long as my heart should beat and my lungs breathe, I would go to the ends of the world for you.”

“I- ...And I, you.” Y/n hopped out of the tree, finding Sherlock’s arms a comfortable and safe landing spot. She returned her supplies to the bag beside the tree, lifting it over head and resting it safely on her hip before turning to Holmes. “I love you, Sherlock.”

“And I you, Y/n.” He grinned once again. The couple walked away, heading towards the home with clasped hands and starting on discussing Sherlock’s new model occupation.

Enola would soon hear of his side-career and the detective would never hear the end of it. Nevertheless, he wouldn‘t hate the teasing; the same smirk appearing on his face as the one he wore upon discovering Y/n’s hobby, each poke of playful mockery a reminder of the very day he swore he’d marry Y/n L/n, and a reminder of the day he finally followed through with the promise he made to himself.

[salazarslytherin]

good to me (c.d x y/n)

requested: yes! i'm poppin off y'all [hi! i was wondering if you could do a cedric x reader smut with praise?] send in your own request here

summary: in which cedric shows y/n just how amazing she is

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cw/tw: SMUT, slight self-depracation, praise!kink, slight fluff

word count: 1996

a/n: sorry if this isn't that great :( i'm not really experienced with praise so i hope this is ok! enjoy :) also a warning, i dont proofread lmao :/

"Has anyone seen y/n?"

A series of 'no's sounded around the room, and Cedric frowned slightly. You'd disappeared without a trace after Charms, leaving the room without a word to Cedric. It was incredibly unlike you to do, and worried the Prefect immensely.

"Oh Diggory. I think I saw y/n a while back going towards the Astronomy Tower. I'm not sure if that's where she was headed, but you can check it out if you want."

Cedric thanked the sixth year, and ran off towards the tower.

⚔︎

You were, in fact, at the Astronomy Tower. It had grown to be one of your favourite places at Hogwarts – the view from the top was astonishing, and it held one of your favourite memories of your seven years there.

The spot was beautiful, staring straight at the full moon, and the room was illuminated by string lights on the walls, the soft winds wafting the smell of chocolates around the room. A blanket sat in the middle of the room, pillows adorning it with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries on the side.

"Ced, what's all of this?"

You laughed slightly as your eyes were uncovered by your best friend, focusing on the decorations around the room, before you turned around to see a sheepish smile on the Hufflepuff's face.

"I wanted to tell you something."

Cedric pulled out a rose from behind his back, biting his lip uncertainly as he held it out to you.

"Y/N, I really, really like you. Would you maybe be my girlfriend?"

⚔︎

Sitting on the very same blanket as that night, the tears that filled your eyes were there for a very different reason.

It wasn't that you were a bad student, in fact, you were excelling in quite a few of your classes. But charms, for some reason you could just never get the hang of it. The difficulty you faced in that class frustrated you to no end, and today had been the breaking point.

An essay that you'd worked on for ages – you'd skipped Hogsmeade weekends, quidditch games, dates with Cedric just to research it, had gotten a Poor.

Some might say you were overreacting, but it was your NEWTs year, and every single grade counted. So you locked yourself away in the tower, wallowing in the fact that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't do bloody Charms.

"Y/N? Are you here, love?"

Cedric ascended the stairs, just in time to see you turning away from him, tear-stained face and red eyes making his chest hurt.

"Hey, hey, hey! What happened baby?"

The boy ran towards you, muscular arms wrapping around you from behind, a kiss landing on the top of your head.

"Tell me please. Did someone hurt you? I will kill them. Well, maybe not kill. I'll curse them. Well. If they really did hurt you I may consider killing them."

You couldn't help a giggle that left your lips as you turned around, burrowing your head into Cedric's chest.

"No, it's nothing Ced. I just, didn't do very well for the charms essay. And I'm just so done with this. I'm so stupid, how could someone spend three weeks on an essay and still get a poor? I hate this. I hate myself."

As you ranted, tears started spilling out of your eyes again, dampening Cedric's shirt and causing a frown to grow on his face, his heart breaking at the sounds of your confession.

"Hey no stop that. You're not stupid at all darling. Why would you ever think that? You're so incredibly intelligent, and so incredibly amazing. Grades aren't everything Y/N/N, so please don't ever put yourself down over something like this."

Cedric's hands came up to cup your face, pulling you away from his shirt, wiping the tears away before he leaned down to give you a soft kiss.

"You're so beautiful Y/N."

Cedric began peppering kisses all over your face, kissing away the tears that remained, before trailing down your neck, maneuvering the two of you so you laid down on the blanket, Cedric hovering over you.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me. How amazing you are. How beautiful you are." You nodded, unable to speak as you stared at the boy above you, admiring his handsome features.

Cedric looked down at you with the same admiration, before leaning in to kiss your collarbone, slowly unbuttoning your shirt as he sucked a small hickey into your neck.

"I love you so much baby, don't ever think so poorly of yourself."

Cedric reached around you to unbutton your bra, removing the lace garment before reaching down to remove your skirt and your underwear.

"Let me take good care of you baby."

Cedric kissed up your thigh, reaching your pussy before placing a soft kiss on your clit, drawing a soft moan from you.

"You're so good for me Y/N, so good to me."

The vibrations on your clit drew more moans from you, which only got louder as Cedric pressed his tongue flat against you. Drawing it up and down your slit, Cedric grabbed onto your thighs, spreading them farther apart as you reached down to pull on his hair. Cedric's hand left your thigh, plunging one finger deep into your warmth as he moaned against your clit, sucking on it softly before drawing away, pumping his finger in and out of you, slowly and steadily.

"Such a pretty little pussy, so wet and tight. I love your pussy baby."

As Cedric traced his lips up your body, he slipped a second finger into your cunt, using his thumb to draw small circles on your clit. His lips landed on your tits, kissing and sucking on one after another, paying equal amounts of attention to each. A pit of fire began growing in your stomach, your pussy fluttering against Cedric's fingers, that began to pump in and out of you faster as he felt the sensations of your orgasm approaching.

"F-fuck, Ced, I'm going to cum."

Cedric moved up to kiss you, replacing the attack on your tits with his other hand, murmuring against your lips.

"Oh fuck yes, cum for me baby. I want to feel you cum on my fingers. Let me taste you."

Cedric's tongue slipped into your mouth, letting out a throaty groan as he felt you tight around his fingers, his erection growing harder against your thigh as your tongues danced, exploring every crevice of your mouth.

A moan left your body, your entire body thrumming as shudders ran throughout your body. Eyes closed and your toes curling, Cedric pulled away from you, his fingers pumping slowly as you ground down on them, admiring your body writhing, pride emulating from his very state at the thought of your pleasure, caused by him.

Cedric drew his fingers out of you as your eyes opened again, glazed by a sheen of post-orgasmic delight. He stuck the fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as he moaned.

"You taste so sweet baby."

His eyes opened, seeing a small smile on your face.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Cedric's eyes trailed up and down your body, watching the way your chest heaved as his pupils dilated and darkened, growing impossibly harder.

Leaning down to plant a kiss against your lips again, Cedric murmured, "Are you alright to go again baby?"

You nodded against him, hands reaching down to unbuckle Cedric's belt and undoing his pants, pulling them down to leave him in boxers taut against his leaking cock.

He pulled the boxers down, balancing on his hands and knees above you. You reached down, grabbing hold of him, thumb spreading the gathered precum gently, drawing moans from the Hufflepuff prefect.

His hand replaced yours, lowering his pelvis and taking his cock into his own hand, rubbing the head of his cock slowly up and down your slit, the both of you moaning at the sensations.

Your hands moved to hold onto the boy's neck, drawing his face closer to yours as your eyes He sank into you, falling onto his elbows as his hand that previously gripped his cock flew behind your head, drawing you in for a kiss as he fully entered you.

"Oh fuck baby you're so tight. So good to me. I think I could die happy like this baby."

He stayed in you for a moment, burying his face into your neck before drawing his hips backwards to thrust into you. After a few short thrusts, he let out an animalistic groan into your neck, nipping at the tender skin before pulling out almost entirely, only to slam right back into you.

"Oh fuck, Ced!"

Your hands flew to grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, the marks that would remain sure to draw wolf whistles from his teammates during practice. His pace hastened, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing around the tower, putting you in a haze.

Cedric's hands gripped your hips as he moved back, his weight on his knees, a new angle that landed straight on your g-spot. You fell into a moaning mess, head spinning with pleasure as he drove thrust after thrust into you.

"So beautiful baby. I love you so much, do you know that?"

One hand left your hip to rub vigorous circles on your clit, your eyes rolling back as the amount of pleasure you felt skyrocketed. Cedric moaned at the sight of you – your back arching off the blanket, sweat glistening off your tits, your hands gripping onto anything you could.

Suddenly, Cedric pulled out of you, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness and the denial to your building orgasm. Your eyes shot open, glaring at the boy. He flipped the two of you over, making you sit on him.

"Ride me, Y/N. Let me see that pretty body in action."

You eagerly moved up onto your knees, the tip of Cedric's cock positioned right under your slit, poking in slightly, making the two of you moan. You sank down onto him, letting out a soft whine as you felt Cedric fill you up, a groan leaving his lips at the same time.

Once he was entirely inside of you, you lifted yourself up, and slammed yourself back down onto Cedric. His hands came to your hips, helping you move as you rode him. Your eyes shut at the sensation, feeling him deeper than ever at the moment, hitting spots you didn't know he could reach. The feelings of euphoria heightened as Cedric trailed his hand to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with the same rhythm as the movement of your hips, making you cry out in shock and elation.

You felt your orgasm rising inside of you, the second of the night as the sensations grew, tears brewing in your eyes from how good Cedric felt inside you, how good he felt touching you.

"Are you gonna cum for me pretty girl?"

You nodded, the words unable to escape your lips that were too occupied with the words "Cedric" and "fuck". You tightened around Cedric, who moaned at the feeling, his cock beginning to twitch with the heat that began to pool in his stomach.

"Cum with me Y/N, let me fill you up."

With a final few thrusts, you came with a scream, Cedric following you slightly after, his hips never halting in their actions as he rode out his orgasm, your body growing limp from the exertion of the night.

He brought you down slowly, turning the two of you again so you laid down on the blanket beside him, before slowly withdrawing himself from inside of you, a small whine escaping you from the sudden emptiness you felt. Planting a kiss on your forehead, Cedric moved away the hair that had fallen onto your face, looking into your eyes with love and adoration.

"Feeling better?"

[ddaehyeon]

last christmas

pairing: kang minhee + reader + ham wonjin

genre: angst, fluff (?)

word count: 6.4k words

summary:  your relationship with minhee had ended almost a year ago. now, someone else was holding your heart closer than minhee ever did. after confessing, wonjin did nothing but to shower you with great heights of affection. it was all good until you met minhee this year on the cafe the two of you used to frequent. a wave of realization came to daunt you-- maybe after all this time, minhee was still that someone special you'd give your heart to.

a/n: finally!! i’ve been working on this for the past few days and finished this earlier. only edited once! a very light one ((i’ll probably proofread this again some other day)) this is longer than expected lmao i enjoyed writing this a lot. send me some feedbacks through asks/reblogs. i’ll appreciate it so much :> merry christmas :DD 

not requested | play this: last christmas | masterlist �� request

thick layer of snow surrounded the area, each house in the small town decorated in greens and reds. the weather was becoming colder and colder each passing day. its breeze not giving mercy. christmas songs were being played in almost all the shops. people crowded various stores in hopes of finding the most appropriate gifts for their friends, families, or special someone. 

a few shopping bags were beside you as you rested in one of your favorite cafes, a warm drink settled on your table. the aroma of coffee mingled with the fragrance of the cedarwood scented candles that were placed all over the cafe. a familiar christmas song had been playing; its mellow tune giving a cozy feeling. the bell continuously chimed as customers entered, you took pleasure in watching people, who like you, were doing their christmas shopping. 

it was all good until your stomach sunk at the sight of a familiar person. his towering height distinct among the passing customers. and maybe your eyes had been selective from the very beginning since from the entrance up to the counter, your eyes followed him. a tug in the heartstring; it was a wonder how a simple sight of him was enough for memories to come in like a wave, crashing in your mind. 

kang minhee. 

how could you forget the person you could say you’ve loved the most? the person who first broke your heart, leaving you with hundred shards to pick up. 

the cafe itself held various memories from the two of you, each anniversary and hundred days spent in the local shop. a witness to the shared peals of laughter, exchanged aspirations, and uttered future plans. it was seemingly a perfect relationship, until it became a lot colder than winter days. both driven in career and passion, none of you was able to pause and take care of the dwindling bond.

well, you tried. but it was a few steps behind.

ache lick upon your senses; a surging wildfire that you had no control over. you formerly thought that there were questions better left unanswered. something you had learned to accept. but now that he was walking towards you, each query began to pop into your mind. like a spot of ink to clean water, it spread ever so swiftly.

still fresh in your mind. almost a year ago, you found a note in your front door. a single stem of yellow tulips fixing it to the floor. the penmanship was so familiar. for years of being together, you’d been accustomed to minhee’s handwriting. but not with the words written on the letter. only a few words, yet enough to shake your whole world.

‘i think i’m falling out of love. i’m sorry. - k. mh’

and just like a bubble that popped; no trace of him was found the next day.

“are you sitting with someone else?” minhee asked, stopping just beside your table. those were a familiar set of words. it was how the two of you met at this very coffee shop. the only difference was that before, the two of you were complete strangers. now, you were strangers, but with shared memories. 

you suck in a breath, trying to calm down yourself. a terribly awkward smile crossing your lips as you shook your head. 

nodding, he took the seat adjacent to yours. “it’s been a while.”

“it has.” you knew minhee wasn’t a fan of shallow conversations, he would only be doing so when he ended up being in an extremely awkward situation. which to say was exactly where he was at that moment. 

the questions in your mind had been urging you to speak more. to ask him what happened. to ask him why did he not try to talk it out with you. to ask him why it was only a note. to ask him where it went wrong. 

a single question had been blocking those other strangled ones from coming out— am i actually ready to hear it? 

as if minhee was able to hear your mind, he spoke. “i’m sorry.” his voice was soft, almost inaudible. yet clear enough to go through your ears, down to your stomach, allowing it to be twisted into several knots. a certain sensation came hugging your chest; the wound still fresh regardless of how long it had been. 

“for what?” you asked as if you weren’t sure of what he was talking about. well, in fact, you weren’t. out of all the ones your mind came up with, which one was he apologizing for?

right at the moment minhee was to open his mouth to speak, your eyes met. it hasn't changed a lot, it was still beautiful— the only thing different was the dimmed brightness. sparks no longer emanating from his orbitals. “i’m sorry for leaving you the way i did.”

“it’s okay, minhee.” a smile was your only cover, but it was a foolish act. you knew minhee could read over those feigned smiles… or can he really?

“it’s not,” minhee replied. “leaving you just like that wasn’t okay. it wasn’t what you deserved. i should’ve spoken to you rather than hiding through a form of a short note.”

“there’s nothing we can do about that now though.” you let go of a chuckle; ones that didn’t hold joy nor sadness, something pulled out only to fill the gap between sentences. “we’re off to different paths now.”

after his disappearance, you dived into the preparations for a small shop of scented candles. and through your other mutual friends, you were able to get a few details about what happened to minhee. a job offer from a game company had kept him busy with all the programming and coding.

“right.” with a nod, a faint smile appeared on his countenance. “do you have—”

before minhee could even proceed with what he was supposed to say, your phone began ringing. you fished out your phone, holding it close to your ears as you answered the caller, wonjin. “i’m at the cafe near the flower shop we frequent.”

if earlier had been awkward for both you and minhee, the next minutes that followed was even more awkward. with minhee sitting just across you with a silent stare, his order seemed to be taking much time to arrive on this table. what was he supposed to ask earlier anyway? 

“what were you saying?” you asked, surprisingly without much thinking.

“ah, just if you were in a relationship.” minhee scratched his cheek before continuing his words. “you don’t have to answer it now though.”

the bell chimed, indicating the arrival of another customer. this time it was wonjin, his footsteps drawing closer to you. a vibrant smile was on his lips as he stopped just beside your table, greeting you before looking at minhee then back to you. “ready to go?”

you hummed as a response as you collected your shopping bags, which wonjin was quick to gather in his own hand right after. “i’ll go now, minhee. it was nice to see you.”

“it was nice to see you too. take care,” minhee said, watching you stand and walk towards the glass door. 

there were a lot of questions in your mind the moment you saw minhee; no much explanation was offered. only an apology. and perhaps that was the best way to end it. giving him one final glance, another realization hit you. minhee didn’t actually order anything. 

if the day had been cold, the evening was far colder, each breath formed a fleeting cloud in the air. stars had already scattered on the night sky along with the crescent moon which was slowly traveling across the sky. 

“ah,” wonjin began, making you look at him with a brow raised. however, he was quick to decline his words. unable to continue right away. as if thinking if it was proper for him to speak.

“is something wrong, wonjin?” you asked, a little worried. 

averting his gaze away from you, he watched the few passing cars as he bit his lips, still contemplating. using his free hand, he scratched the back of his head. “just…”

“just?” you didn’t tear off your look on him, urging him to continue.

a light chuckle left his lips and by the sound of it, laced with awkwardness. carefully, he resumed his words. “i hope you don’t mind me asking.” he fixed his gaze on the sidewalk, still hesitant to make eye contact with you. “the guy earlier… was he your ex?”

it was a simple question, the answer only lying in between the scale of yes or no. but you found yourself unable to pull a word right away. 

standing beside you was wonjin. one of your closest friends. and most of all, someone who had vocalized his feelings for you. his love was not only of warm and affectionate words, it all came with actions and a huge amount of effort. a person your friends would tell you that they envy you for having. holding him close to your heart, regardless of having no labels attached, there was no way in hell you’d be favoring the idea of hurting him. 

you shifted your gaze, looking at the frosty path that led to your apartment. “yes, he is,” you finally answered warily. 

“i see.” wonjin nodded, a small smile coming to his lips. “how do you feel about meeting him earlier?”

one of the things you like about wonjin was the way he would check up on you. the way he would ask about your day and listen to your stories with leveled enthusiasm, eager to hear how you felt about it. for wonjin, it was something out of habit; but for you, it meant a lot. for someone to be so attentive and interested in your wellbeing, wonjin was just perfect the way he was. 

and it was the reason why you also dislike wonjin. he was just too perfect of a person. someone you were afraid to hold. someone you were afraid to end up breaking. someone you thought you don’t deserve.

“i don’t know.” a chuckle served as punctuation to your words. you weren’t sure how to feel about it. the way your conversation closed made you want to ask minhee for more explanations. how did he exactly feel during the time he left you? what was his intention when he talked to you again? overall, confusion laid flat on your stomach. but you decided not to tell wonjin about that part. your mind will probably be as restless as you were exactly a year ago with the same set of questions popping out. 

a cool gust of wind blew and despite the thick layer of clothes you were wearing, you shivered. 

“you didn’t wear a scarf again,” wonjin remarked as he removed his own scarf, stopping in front of you to wrap it around your neck. a satisfied smile sat on his countenance as he was doing so. he patted the pocket of his coat and retrieved hot packs from it, playfully squeezing it to your cheeks before putting it in your hands. “you should wear warmer clothes. take care of yourself better would you?”

if there was one thing you would easily recognize wonjin for, it would be his kindness. you met wonjin a month after minhee disappeared. and your friends associated the encounter with the known saying, ‘when someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.’ regarding wonjin as the person to fill the gap minhee had left.

flowers were blooming back then, your head filled with the ‘why’s and possible answers to all the questions related to minhee. the preparation for your small business, a shop of scented candles, had become a major escape. taeyoung, your cousin and a fan of scented candles, was the person who was supposed to help you organize the fixtures in the shop. an unanticipated schedule made him unable to come though, so instead, he sent another person to aid you— wonjin. the ever so cheery boy who talked to you as if you knew him for years already. maybe it was one of wonjin’s talents. to make people feel comfortable around him. 

he didn’t become a worker in your shop since he had a job of his own, a producer and sometimes a host, in one of the known entertainment channels. despite this, every once in a while he would drop by your shop to buy a scented candle, musing how it helped him calm down every evening and made it easier for sleep to come by. 

on every visit, the two of you became closer, ending up meeting not only in the shop but also outside. it ranged from him accompanying you to pick up items from your suppliers to going out for a movie or to simply hang out. 

his confession didn’t come off as a surprise, a lot of your friends had been telling you of the possibilities that one day wonjin would finally gather enough courage to tell you how he felt. he didn’t urge you to answer his confession though, instead, asked you to give him a chance in proving how much he loves you. 

the train of thoughts you had made you unable to notice the time. and when you had snapped out of it, the two of you were already standing in front of your apartment. 

wonjin handed you your shopping bags.

“you’re still coming with me tomorrow, right?” a plan had been set days ago, he was to come with you to buy the recent novel of your favorite author. 

“of course.” he grinned before patting your head. “i’ll fetch you at 8am?”

“10am,” you corrected.

a chuckle was heard from him. “alright, sleepyhead. i’ll pick you up at 10am.”

“thank you.” you flashed him a smile which he reciprocated. 

leaning closer, his hand still on the top of your head, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead— it was the only kiss you had ever consented him to do. during the normal days, it would give your stomach a fuzzy feeling, but today was different. it contributed to your confusion. or perhaps deep-seated guilt.

departing from wonjin, you entered your apartment. having no energy to walk to your room, you threw yourself on the couch. a deep sigh left the confines of your lips. however, it didn’t pull off the sensation stuck in your chest. 

days ago you were so sure about answering wonjin’s confession— to finally give him the reply he’d been waiting to get. but now, everything’s all over the place. your world shook once again by the same person.

“minhee, why did you have to come back?”

the soft tune of nat king cole’s the christmas song enveloped the bookstore. unlike the other neighboring stores, there were only a few customers inside. something you considered good as you can finally browse through collections without having to deal with the bustling crowd. 

as agreed, wonjin went to your apartment two minutes before 10am. a hot coffee and fluffy pancake which he bought served as your breakfast. by the time you arrived in the bookstore, it was already almost lunch. 

“i’ll be in the manga and comic section, just go there once you’re ready to go,” wonjin said, seemingly excited by his own plans. “after that, we’ll eat lunch, your treat since i already bought you breakfast earlier. it would be just fair enough, no?”

you chuckled at his words and he grinned. “okay, okay, mister wonjin. lunch’s on me.”

“that’s a deal, yeah?” he looked at the shelf in front of you, a line of contemporary fiction novels seemingly freshly delivered were displayed there. “heard they restocked today, that mystery thriller book should be there if not we can just check other bookstores after lunch.”

“i think it’s here. i contacted the owner earlier and they said she was able to hold several copies.” a smile crept upon your visage. “he told me to be fast though since a lot of people are looking for it as well.”

“but you woke up late.”

rolling your eyes, you shook your head before withdrawing. “yes, i woke up late.”

without much thought, your feet brought you to the mystery fiction section of the books. it would be a definite lie to say that you haven’t memorized the sections in this bookstore and where to find the books you were looking for. it was one of the shops that, just like the cafe, held hundreds of memories of you and minhee. 

fingers grazing on the spine of the books, you pulled some along the way, checking the synopsis. there might be some other interesting novels that could capture your attention before you grab your desired book. 

shifting your gaze from a detective themed book to the person standing just in front of you, you looked at the book he was holding. it was the exact same book you were searching for. your breath caught halfway when your eyes met with the other. minhee was the one examining the book. 

of all genres, minhee enjoyed mystery fiction a lot. just like an old movie, a memory played in your head. the two of you were a regular of this bookstore, making you a known couple to the old man who owned the store. every time a new release of your favorite series became available, it was already expected that the two of you would be there the next day. 

“it’s good to see the two of you again,” the owner said, his old raspy voice resounding from behind you made you step closer to minhee as you looked at him. “minhee’s back now, i see? you’ve probably missed your boyfriend, y/n.”

you never told the owner about how minhee and you had practically ended your relationship over a year ago. the old man was so fond of the two of you that such news could probably bring a good shock to him. so you simply told him that minhee had to focus on his career and transferred to another town. 

minhee shot you a confused look and you forced a smile, mentally telling him to just go with the flow. 

“doesn’t want to be disturbed?” the old man laughed, walking closer to minhee and giving his shoulder a light tap. “take care of y/n.”

there was a smile on minhee’s lips as he nodded his head, you weren’t sure if it was a phony one. he bobbed his head up and down, reassuring the old man. “i will.”

you will? you thought. but you’ve already failed to do so long ago. 

the way your body reacted to his words was something you hated. like a sunray seeping through the bushy leaves, it gave you a peck of hope. something you wished didn’t exist. you had already convinced yourself that it was not worth it to wait for minhee or try to rekindle your relationship with him, yet here you were hoping for a few words. hoping for him to tell you those magical words that could make you become a fool over his love again. 

he seemed to have already moved on, so why won’t you simply do the same?

“y/n, y/n, look at what i’ve found—” wonjin halted your train of thoughts, his words interrupted by the sight of you and minhee together. a slight bow was given to minhee as a form of greeting which minhee mirrored. 

your lips formed a thin line, head dwelling with thoughts that were only related to the man standing in front of you. turning to look at wonjin who had already lowered the book he was holding, you gave him a tightlipped smile. “let’s go. the book’s no longer available.” 

“it’s not?” by the look in your eyes, he was already able to decipher what you needed— an escape. “let’s just check the other bookstores then. i’ll just pay for this at the counter.”

as you were walking towards wonjin, minhee spoke, enough to make you stop. 

“you can have this,” extending his hand for you to get the book, minhee said. 

shaking your head, you curtly looked at him to reply before following wonjin to the counter. “no, take it.”

it was no surprise that the next few days were spent with your mind aimlessly wandering in the memory lane, reliving the memories with minhee you had a year ago. the more you told yourself to stop thinking about him, the more your brain would push more memories of minhee. the way he would go to your apartment and scold you for oversleeping. the way he would check up on you every evening and sometimes would end up with snacks in your front door during the wee hours of the night. the way he’d be more excited than you in decorating your apartment with christmas decors. the way you’d wake up a few days before christmas with him in your room, tossing you a coat and telling you to get off the bed and do last-minute shopping. the way he’d spend christmas eves with you, by the couch cuddling. 

christmas sure was a reminder of minhee as you basically spent most of it with him. it was two different entities, but hard to separate. 

“are you okay?” taeyoung asked, lighting up an orchid scented candle on the table. the wave of customers had subsided, offering a few minutes of free time for the two of you who had been pacing back and forth wrapping candles. 

you nodded despite being unsure.

“minhee’s back. have you met with him already?” out of all the questions taeyoung could ask, you wondered why it was the one he followed up. “it’s a short vacation. now’s your time to have all your questions answered.”

you chuckled, pulling a stool for you to sit on. minhee by far wasn’t able to answer your questions, instead, he was able to open a box of queries you didn’t notice had been in the back of your head for a while. it was like pandora’s box had been opened to spread chaos in your head. “i’ve met him twice already.” you shook your head, checking the list of inventory items for the nth time today. “it’s not helping.”

“not helping? why? how do you feel about minhee?” 

for the first time in a while, you allow your heart to speak, rather than have it contained. “i’ve honestly missed him. i’d jump to hug him the first time i saw him, but something stopped me from doing so.”

“and what stopped you?” taeyoung dragged a chair to sit across you. 

“the pain he had left me to deal with the moment i read his note for me last year.” you exhaled in an attempt to get rid of the sensation that went to hug your chest. it was the last thing you needed at that very moment. 

taeyoung’s expressions were altered, displaying concern as he looked at you. “are you perhaps…”

he didn’t have to finish his question for you to answer. “i think i’m still in love with minhee. not of the same height as before, but i wasn’t able to move on and now i’m stuck in the spiral of my feelings for him, hoping. desperately hoping that we’d be back together again.”

“i thought you’ve already moved on.”

“i thought so as well.” you feigned a smile. tears began to wet your eyes, but none of it fell. you didn’t allow it to fall. “but i was wrong. it was easier said than done.” 

it was funny how after all this time of you trying to bury your feelings away, a single appearance of minhee made you dig it all up. you tried to remember, but can’t. just how long had you been lying to yourself?

“how about wonjin? you planned to answer his confession, right? what will you do?” another string of questions you weren’t even certain of what to answer. you were too lost in the labyrinth minhee had set for you, leaving you with no space to think about what you will do with wonjin. 

“wonjin doesn’t deserve half-baked affection,” you admitted. burying your face in your hands, you sighed defeatedly. “i don’t know.”

“but he doesn’t deserve to wait this long as well,” taeyoung replied. “you know what’s worse than being rejected? it’s being left with no proper answer which leaves you in an in-between state, not knowing what to do with your feelings.”

you failed to utter a reply. you weren’t the only one hurting. you were also subconsciously hurting the person who had decided to shower you with nothing but love. 

the shop door swung open, the bell chiming the same way it did in the cafe when you reunited with minhee.

“can we talk for a moment?” at first, you thought it was only your imagination. you might have been thinking of minhee a lot that you heard his voice. but no. standing in front of the counter was minhee, both hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. he was panting as if he ran his way to the shop. “i have something important to say.”

silence. 

it was all that covered the room where you would usually make scented candles, the only room available for you and minhee to talk. you sat across each other with quiet looks. regardless of how minhee had practically rushed to go to the shop to talk with you, he found himself unable to start right away. not sure of where to begin. 

“i’m sorry about what i did last year.” finally, minhee broke the stillness that had been enveloping the room. “you have everything figured out during that year, ready to make this shop possible while i was still struggling to find a stable position in my own career. i became afraid that i will end up holding you back.” he paused, trying to look for the best words to say. for the words that could hurt less. he was aware of how much damage he had caused, adding another stack of it was the last thing he wished to do. “this is a stupid reason, but i’ve felt like i didn’t deserve you back then. that i’m someone not worthy to keep you. i’m really sorry.”

that?

that was the reason why he slowly drifted away?

that was the reason behind the note he gave you two days after christmas?

“then you should have at least tried to make yourself worthy of me!” you fired off, unable to hold the ache that made you driven to speak. 

“that’s what i did, y/n,” minhee replied, his eyes slightly damped by the tears that were threatening to fall. never did you see minhee cry back then. not in the most tragic movies, not in failures. “i stepped out of your life because the minhee back then was not the minhee you deserved.”

stray tears had already fallen from your eyes, tracing your cheeks. “then why leave me with a single note instead of talking it out with me?” 

“because i was afraid.” blinking away his own tears, minhee took a deep breath before continuing. “afraid that if i ever meet you one last time, i will be unable to walk away.”

“but how about me?” your voice cracked; heart engulfed with a mixture of pain and sadness. “how about me and my feelings?”

minhee extended his hands to hold yours but stopped halfway. it was as if he thought that he wasn’t the person that could best comfort you during that time. once again, he was holding himself back. there was no plausible reason to counter your question. and he was aware that apologies would never be enough to mend a heart that had been broken. “i’m terribly sorry.” 

“what now?” the question shot like a dagger that cut through the air. “what do you want to do?”

“i want to make it up to you,” minhee replied. he knelt next to your chair and now, without holding back, reached for your face to wipe your tears away. “i want to prove that i’m worthy of you.”

his gentle touch did nothing to stop your tears, rather it made it unstoppable. good thing you were sitting for if not, your legs had probably betrayed you. 

“y/n, i’m still in love with you.” minhee freed himself, a tear cascading on his cheek. 

in this very shop months ago, he found a good amount of courage to look for you. to check up on you and explain everything. how he regretted sending that note, how he regretted leaving just like that. however, when he saw you and wonjin through the glass door, he froze. the smile you had on your lips which used to give his heart a warm feeling ended up doing the opposite— a stab. so that was how it feels like to see the person you loved the most happy with someone else? 

he thought it was what he deserved. after all, he ended up hurting you. for so long, he tried to not show his face to you, to not touch your seemingly perfect life. and maybe it was so selfish of him to try entering your life once again, but there was nothing he could do. every single thing around him reminded him of you.

from the cafes near his work down to all the flowers blooming— each of your favorites memorized by heart and offered reminders of all shared memories. a reminder that regardless of how many times he attempted to erase each trace of you, you were the only one he could ever love. something that led him to going to the shops you would always frequent in. hoping to bump by with you. to exchange words with you. 

you wanted to tell him about how you felt but chose not to.

another person coming to your mind, how about wonjin? how about the person who accompanied you during the time you were facing the ache led by minhee’s actions? how about the person who prioritized your happiness more than anything else? how about the person who did nothing but love you? 

“but minhee…” you trailed, thoughts clamoring in your head, clashing. “i’m afraid i can’t be back with you. i don’t want to hurt wonjin.”

empty stare directed to the television which wasn’t even playing. your mind elsewhere. after what happened earlier, you become unsure who to face, what to do, and what to feel. a voice in your heart whispers your real feelings, something your mind kept on blocking. your thoughts emerging to be more powerful than anything else. 

a few knocks on the door pulled you out of your reverie. it was already evening. who could that be? your feet were heavy as you trudged towards the front door. and by the time you opened it, there was a definite tug in your heartstring. wonjin was standing outside, a smile curved in his brim— it wasn’t as bright as it usually was. 

you gestured him to come inside as it was freezing cold outside. he didn’t go further to the living room though, rather, stopping by the area which had all your shoes in there. 

“taeyoung told me that you forgot to bring this home earlier.” wonjin handed you a paper bag which contained the fragrance oils you were supposed to use for some candle making tonight. “you seem a little out of it, are you okay?”

a realization.

you didn’t answer his question and threw him a query yourself. “you went to the shop earlier?”

wonjin nodded and hummed, confirming your horror. “i was there.”

“wonjin…”

the gloom that traced the corner of his lips through a forced smile was easily noticeable. he took a breath, his smile unwavering. “are you still in love with minhee?” a chuckle left his lips, and even with his attempt to make it sound as cheerful, it didn’t manage to give off such emotion. “i was in the shop earlier and overheard your conversation with him.”

all the words you could possibly utter failed you. they were all stuck in your throat like a lump. 

pressing his lips into a tightlipped smile, wonjin’s eyes were fixated on the floor. it was as if a single glance at you would be enough to tell him the truth. something he knew he wasn’t ready to hear yet. something he, just like you, had been trying to escape from.  

the silence you offered became an answer to his question though. 

“you know, i’m not your boyfriend.” he lifted his head to gaze at you. “it’s absolutely fine for you to have feelings for minhee.”

“but what about you wonjin?”

a flick on your forehead was his initial response. “dummy, why are you thinking about me?” this time, lighthearted laughter flowed out of the confines of his mouth. “it’s your feelings. i love you, but never did i require you to love me back. i just wanted to love you, nothing else. all i wish for you is to be happy— to be genuinely happy with the person you actually love.” wonjin shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, yet his eyes were painted in sheer ache with tears threatening to fall. “and if it’s not me, what can i do? it’s okay, y/n.”

you weren’t the one being rejected, yet your tears were first to fall. “i’m sorry, wonjin. i really appreciate your feelings, but… i’m sorry.”

it’s over now, no? he thought before stepping closer to you.

without much thought, wonjin wrapped his arms around you, caressing the back of your head. “you don’t have to apologize. it’s alright.” he detached himself from the hug to only cup your face and look at you in the eyes. there was nothing harder than having to let go of the person that was never yours, to begin with. to push away your feelings for the sake of the person you love. “don’t hold back because of me, alright? you deserve to be loved and you deserve to be with the person you love.”

“wonjin…” a choked sob became your pause. “thank you. i’m really grateful for you.”

bobbing his head up and down, his smile, even sad, was genuine. he planted a kiss on your forehead. it would be probably the last time he would ever do that. usually, it served as a goodbye kiss, a separation that would only last for a day. but now, it was of a longer duration. you weren’t even sure when will be the next time you’d ever meet him. “you should let minhee know about it and don’t think about me. think of yourself and your feelings. give him a second chance if that’s what you want, but if he hurts you the second time around, i’ll be the first one to stop you from coming back to him.” 

the same smile was mirrored on your countenance as you wiped your tears. “i will.”

one last touch, wonjin told himself, just one more. 

his hand reached for the top of your head, a gentle pat done as he grinned at you before finally withdrawing and stepping back. “thank you for allowing me to love you, y/n. it was a pleasure to love you.” 

without waiting for your reply, he turned his back to you and left the apartment. the cold road waiting for him. something he wished could make him feel better. 

there was one thing you missed— a mistake.

days after that, minhee no longer appeared in your shop or the other shops where you bumped into him the past days. left with no contact with him, you became uncertain of how you will talk to him again. 

but you wanted to. 

taeyoung had left the store earlier than you did, his family demanding him to get home earlier since it was already christmas eve. a lot of people were still wandering around, your store flooded with customers doing their last-minute christmas shopping. it would be a lie to say that you weren’t hoping for minhee to come in.

there was also no message received from wonjin, the evening broadcasts stacking on his schedule. you decided not to message him, thinking that maybe he needed space. 

it was snowing outside, not a heavy one, but enough for the path to be in clear white. kids taking pleasure in the weather by having snowball fights— oh, to be a child again. 

surprisingly the time was quick to pass. and before you knew it, you were already handing the receipt of the last customer who bought roasted chestnut scented candles. flipping the signboard from open to close, you made sure everything in the store was secured. you picked up the chocolate cake taeyoung bought for you and went out of the shop.

as you walked home, you took comfort in watching different people. each shared busy look as they bought food and gifts for their family, a couple walking together with finger interlaced had allowed a beam to come across your brim, the youthful talks you’d hear from the passing kids and teenagers as they guess what gift will they receive the next day brought a warm feeling in your chest. 

somewhat, it made you less lonely.

but it didn’t completely get rid of the thought that you wished you’d be able to see minhee today. a mental note was done, go home and then visit the shops again to check if minhee is there. 

it didn’t take you too long to arrive in the hallway where your apartment was. someone was outside your door, his back leaning in the handrails as he held a staring contest with your door. in his hand was a bouquet of daffodils and tulips— two of your favorite flowers. their meanings still fascinated you up until now.

you no longer have to look for him. he was right in front of you.

“minhee?” 

he turned his head to look at you, a smile peaking on his lips as soon as his eyes landed on you. there were crescents on his eyes. day one of him trying to pursue you once again. “merry christmas, y/n.”

[theranskahovs]

Rapture *Sergei x Reader*

Warnings: just a long fic about Sergei worshipping his gf bc uhhh why not?

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: this is a continuation of {THIS} fic. almost every Sergei fic is just part of a long chain lmao. also used a lot of prompts from THIS list. (I didn’t proofread this much so sorry if there’s mistakes)

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Anticipation had been building in you all day- you couldn’t wait to get home. In the morning, Sergei promised a surprise for you later in the night. From the smirk on his face and the teasing look in his eye, you guessed it was something sexual. He’d only gotten back from his work trip the night before, but it was so late neither of you wanted to do much besides go to sleep.

Then, a few hours before you got off work he texted you. You assumed it was something general, but what met your eyes was, “Tonight’s all about you. You’ll lose count of how many times you cum.”

When you read it your jaw dropped a slight bit. It took you a second before you came up with a response, “That’s quite a big promise.”

Since you got his text you started thinking about what he had planned, and all the things he’d do to you. If he didn’t fulfill by the end of the night you’d be pretty disappointed- you still had a few hours until you saw him and you were already turned on.

It felt like you were counting down the hours, then the minutes until you could go home. Excitement was bubbling in your stomach when you walked through the front door.

Once you set your bag down and take your shoes off, Sergei asks you to come to him. He’s sitting on the couch and you perch on his lap, giving him a quick kiss. “Close your eyes, hands out,” he tells you.

You do, and a light weight is placed on them. When you open your eyes, it’s a small bag from an elegant boutique you’ve only heard about. Everything in the store is a few hundred dollars past extravagant.

Your eyes meet his and your head tilts in silent confirmation of did he actually do this? “Don’t give me that look. It’s nothing,” he says with a modest shrug.

Lightly you move aside the tissue paper, thinking even that’s gotta be expensive. You reach in the bag and pull out soft material. It’s delicate-looking lace lingerie in your favorite color and style. You look up at your boyfriend again with a gasp of his name. “It’s so beautiful, thank you!” You say, giving him a big hug.

He grins, “Go see how it fits. Then meet me in the bedroom.”

You get off his lap after kissing him again, and he pats your butt as you get up. In the bathroom your finger traces the dainty lace. You send off a quick prayer that it fits, because you’d hate to rip something as costly as your rent payment.

Carefully you slip into the expensive underwear. You’re relieved that it fits almost perfectly. With a smile you admire yourself in the bathroom mirror, enjoying how confident it makes you feel to be wearing such an extravagant garment.

You make your way back to the bedroom and pause in the doorway. There’s tealights and other dim lights spread around, including various strings of fairy lights from around the apartment, a Himalayan salt lamp and other small candles. There’s the petals of a few roses on the bed. You step into the room, admiring Sergei’s work.

“You look amazing.” You jump, startled.

“Is it an anniversary or something?” You ask cautiously, thinking it’s all a bit exorbitant, but not in a bad way.

“It doesn’t have to be anniversary for me to treat you.” He takes your hand, spinning you around slowly to see your full body in his gift. The love in his eyes makes you want to hug him and thank him again, but the lust in his eyes tells you you’re going to be in for a long night.

He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you down too, so you’re straddling his leg. His hand presses on the small of your back, pushing you closer to him. You close your eyes and tilt your head up, meeting him in an ardorous kiss. It’s slow and sensual and has you anticipating any small touch.

The hand on your back encourages you to move, so you get into an unhurried rhythm of rocking back and forth on his leg. The muscle tenses as you let out a soft moan- after being wound up all day finally you’re getting some release.

You circle your hips, grinding your clit onto him. His jeans are rough where your thighs meet them, but it feels like heaven on your center.

You palm his cock through his jeans, but he bats it away. “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

Sergei’s fingers dip into your folds, just light enough to collect some wetness but not enough to press against anywhere you want him to. “You’re already dripping and I haven’t even touched you, princess.”

The way he says it makes it sound like an admonishment, and your cheeks flush. He presses sloppy kisses across your neck, sucking at that tender spot. You try to push him back to lie down, but he won’t let you. “You’re cumming for first time tonight on my thigh. No arguing.”

You didn’t have any argument in you. His hands are heavy on your hips as you grind against him. One of your hands rests on his shoulder and the other wrapps around his neck. It’s an oddly intimate position for the way he’s fully clothed and you’re only fucking yourself on his leg.

With every movement a zap of electricity shoots through your clit, making its way down your legs and to the pit of your stomach. You cry out as you cum, the pent up arousal making your first orgasm quick and easy to achieve.

Your thighs shake around Sergei’s leg, and he grips your waist to support you. There’s a wet spot under you, both soaking through your panties and Sergei’s jeans, tinting them a darker blue.

Without warning he picks you up and tosses you down on the bed so you’re laying on your back. You move your hair out of your face as he hovers over you, looking deep into your eyes.

The rose petals are smooth under your skin, and for a split second you worry they’ll stain the light bedsheets. Any care you have for it goes away when Sergei grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger and warns you, “Don’t cum until I say so. Alright?”

You nod, licking your lips. His next touch is a stark contrast to his strict warning, it’s a gentle tracing of your collarbone and down to your nipple. “Lift up,” he tells you, so he can unclasp your bra. Once he gets it off he sets it on the nightstand, and you’re relieved he didn’t rip it in haste.

His head dips to your chest, and he starts pressing kisses and dragging his tongue over all the newly revealed skin. Once your nipples are peaked and your breath speeds up, he moves down your stomach.

Once he gets low enough he spreads your legs. His calloused hands drag along the insides of your thighs, followed by his mouth. He nips at the soft skin, and his stubble grazes it as well. It might just be your favorite feeling.

He presses a kiss to your center over your underwear, and again to your clit. You can feel it through the holes in the lace, and it takes everything in you to not arch your hips into his face.

Leisurely he pulls your panties down your legs, at the pace of a snail. The air of the room hits your core. Even though you’ve done this many times with Sergei, you fight against the urge to close you legs. He smiles up at you, squeezing your thigh encouragingly as he drapes your leg over his shoulder. “You have prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

You chuckle, too embarrassed to say anything. His fingers dance across your mound, then your lips, never quite ending up in the middle. His lips follow the same path, and then he blows on your clit. “Don’t keep me waiting, Sergei,” you say, bordering on a beg.

He makes eye contact with you as his tongue darts across your slit. Your head tilts back and your eyes close, finally you’re getting somewhere.

His tongue flicks across your clit, probably writing the Cyrillic alphabet. Arousal has already begun to pool in the pit of your stomach again; without thinking you circle your hips slowly, trying to get more friction.

Sergei’s hand grips your thigh roughly as your fingers tug on his short hair. “You taste like fucking candy,” he praises, not pulling back much from your pussy. The vibrations go straight to your clit and you groan.

He continues with his light licks, not touching you too much. You try not to suffocate him with your legs each time he laps at your clit extra hard or fast.

Every single movement feels amplified, you’re so turned on and excited that everything is more intense. A familiar warmth is rushing through your core. Sergei sucks your clit roughly and you’re gone, sparks shooting through your body with a ragged moan.

Your chest is still heaving when he slaps the inside of your thigh. You flinch at the sudden touch, and he’s looking up at you with steely eyes. “Did I say you could cum?”

He’s using his reprimanding voice, and you shake your head slightly, still coming down. “If you wanted to cum to bad, you should’ve said so.”

Without warning, Sergei flicks your clit and you let out a sharp gasp. He spits on his fingers, and shoves two in, not giving you a second to adjust. His head dips down again to suck on your clit. Your hands grip at the bedsheets, crushing rose petals between your fingers as you ball the comforter in your fists.

“Sergei!” You gasp, followed by a litany of high pitched wails.

He continues fucking you with his fingers, while trying to press your leg back against the bed. His “punishment” feels more like euphoric torture as your spent body speeds towards another orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck!” You scream. You’re starting to notice that the more orgasms you have, the more intense they get. It’s like each time you’re climbing a flight of stairs, and now you’re nearing the roof of the building.

A light sheen of sweat is building on your chest, it’s taking so much out of you to cum so often in under 45 minutes.

Your walls clench around his fingers as he works you through it. But when you’re done, he doesn’t stop. “Wh- wait-“

“No. You wanted to cum, so now you will.”

His fingers curl to meet your g-spot, and he hits it fast and rough. The sounds are sinful, but you’re trying not to pass out from the pleasure. Your back arches off the bed and he presses his idle hand against your stomach, keeping you from moving. You try to squirm away from him- you’re too sensitive, it’s all too much. Your hand rests atop his on your stomach. You squeeze it, unsure if your silent plea is one of halting or not stopping.

You pick your head up to look at him, and he’s already looking at you. You take in how fast his arm is moving as he’s finger fucking you, and the way his mouth is glistening with your wetness, his stubbly beard damp.

You didn’t think this orgasm was any different than the rest, if not a lot stronger. It hit you like a wave, akin to the tumultuous ocean crashing against a seaside cliff. Abrupt, intense, and jarring. You squeeze your eyes shut, seeing floaters. You weren’t even sure if you made any sounds.

It takes you a minute to come back, and then you realize the sheets are wet against your ass. Sergei’s rubbing your leg soothingly as you open your eyes. Your mouth gapes as you realize his shirt is soaked and so are the sheets.

“Did I just squirt?” You ask in amazement.

He nods, a big grin on his face. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His fingers comfortingly draw lines at the apex of your leg, spreading the drops of moisture. He sucks on your inner thigh, leaving a mark. He’s letting you take your time coming down from your peak.

He crawls up the bed, hovering over you as he kisses up your neck. When he gets to your lips, it’s a slow and passionate kiss radiating love. His wet stubble scratches your cheek.

Sergei’s hips press into yours as he lingers above you. Your limbs feel heavy and unbalanced. He sits up on his knees to discard his damp shirt, then the rest of his clothes.

He has you flip over onto your stomach. The rose petals feel cold against your flushed skin, and the sheet sticks to your leg. A few of the tealights burned out, but the room isn’t any dimmer.

You let out a whimper as he presses in. He groans once he’s fully immersed in you. Sergei moves at a leisurely pace, knowing you’ve been through a lot in the past hour.

He moves your hair off your back and kisses your neck tenderly. His hands caress your waist as he speeds up. You have a feeling you won’t be cumming again, but it’s almost a relief. Anything more would just be too intense.

Sergei pulls your hips off the bed, coaxing you to get on your knees. Your body is too tired to even try getting up on your elbows. Sergei lets out a quiet, “Fuck,” as you push your ass back against him.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you back into him as much as he’s thrusting forward into you. Sergei spanks you, but not as hard as it would be if it was a punishment.

You grab a pillow to put under your your hips to prop them up. Sergei’s beginning to fuck you faster and with more fervor. It feels better to not focus on cumming again, it’s making you enjoy the moment more than hoping for the end goal.

Sergei’s thrusts start to get less precise after a few minutes. With a deep groan he pulls out suddenly, and seconds later you feel the warm cum hit your back.

You drop your knees to the bed so you’re laying flat again and take some deep breaths. You grab the pillow from under you and move it to your head. A sigh is muffled as you press your face into the soft down feathers. You’re too spent to focus on looking for clothes or cleaning up, hoping Sergei’s on it.

Thankfully he is. He returns with a towel and wipes off your back and legs for you. He tosses you a clean shirt of his. It lands on you, but you don’t move to put it on. Sergei leans over the bed and rubs your back, “C’mon, you gotta get up.”

You make a sound of protest, only turning your head to look at him. “I need to wash comforter. Up.” He tickles your side until you take his hand and he pulls you up. He holds the shirt as you put it on.

You wrap your arms around him, pressing the side of your face against his chest. “Wash them later. I want you to hold me.”

“Alright.” He concedes, letting you pull him back down on the bed, cuddling close into his side. “How many times did you cum?”

“I- I don’t even know. Four, five?” All you knew was that it was a lot, and the best thing you’ve felt in a while.

He smirks down at you, “I kept my promise.”

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1. If you didn’t have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time? LMAO I would do surveys. So predictable. If not that, I’d drive all night provided that gas wouldn’t be a problem.

2. What’s your favorite piece of clothing you own/owned? The original CM Punk Best in the World shirt. I’ve worn it so much that it’s all tattered and has permanent stains. I barely put it out of the closet nowadays but it stays there as a trophy. That shirt has been through EVERYTHING.

3. What hobby would you get into if time and money weren’t an issue? Going to museums more.

4. How often do you play sports? I used to play every week in high school, when I still had the opportunities to play table tennis. Now I haven’t played in two years :c I always wonder how rusty I’ve gotten.

5. What fictional place would you most like to go to? San Junipero.

6. What job would you be terrible at? Architect, for one.

7. If you could turn any activity into an Olympic sport, what would you have a good chance at winning a medal for?  Eating balut. It’s over for y’all.

8. What skill would you like to master?  Again and again, it’d be playing the piano. Also...er, happiness?

9. What do you not want me to ask you?  I’m an open book especially on this blog. There’s no such thing as a question I can’t answer.

10. What would be the most amazing adventure to go on?  A cruise around the world would be the most epic fucking thing.

11. If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would you change and why?  I wish I wasn’t so sad all the time. I’d change that because no one likes being sad...

12. What’s your favorite drink? Milkshakes.

13. What do you consider to be your best find? I don’t actually know. I have such a poor eye for those.

14. Are you usually early or late? Early.

15. What pets did you have while growing up? I had a gazillion goldfish. Some didn’t even have names anymore because we kept buying new ones. We also had a chick that we won at a school fair, but it died the next day. We had Tobi the bunny, and then there were the lovebirds who lasted a few months with us.

16. When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with? School stuff–usually proofreading and editing. For the more serious ones it’s usually about relationships and how to go about their problems.

17. What takes up too much of your time? Fucking college. This semester is eating me alive.

18. What do you wish you knew more about? Physics??? So I can actually be an astronaut like my 5 year old dreams?

19. What would be your first question after waking up from being cryogenically frozen for 100 years? I doubt I’d ask a question...I think I would be stoked that it was successful.

20. What are some small things that make your day better? No traffic. Having mayonnaise in the fridge. Kimi actually being playful. When my girlfriend’s sisters are excited to see me. Putting a playlist on random and it gives you the best possible order of your songs. Kind strangers.

21. Who’s your go-to band or artist when you can’t decide on something to listen to? Paramore. Always.

22. What shows are you into? I’m not into any at the moment and it’s generally really hard to get me invested in a show. The only ones I liked and was able to hold on to are The Big Bang Theory, The Walking Dead, and Breaking Bad. I tried to watch Dexter, HTGAWM, and Mr. Robot but never got past the first episodes.

23. Who has impressed you most with what they’ve accomplished? I have ancestors who were pretty instrumental in the entire country’s history.

24. What age do you wish you could permanently be? That concept is boring, but I wish I could forever be the person I was when I was 16. That girl was a ray of sunshine and had no ounce of pessimism in her.

25. What would be your ideal way to spend the weekend? SLEEPING. It’s the last week of the sem and I am absolutely destroyed and I cannot wait until I get my few weeks off.

26. What’s something you like to do the old-fashioned way? I like to hand-write my notes. < This is a classic.

27. What have you only recently formed an opinion on? Initiation rates for orgs are bullshit and unnecessary. I mean it’s been an opinion of mine for the longest time, but it wasn’t until Sunday that I had to go through one of those rituals myself so I could finally be officially admitted into my journalism org. To put it simply: it fucking sucked. I had a panic attack and for that alone, it fucking sucked.

28. What’s the single best day on the calendar? April 21.

29. What are you interested in that most people haven’t heard of? Banks. As in the singer, not the institution...

30. What is the most annoying question that people ask you? I don’t usually get questions that irk me now.

31. What could you give a 40-minute presentation on without absolutely no preparation? The history of pro wrestling.

32. If you were a dictator of a small island nation, what crazy dictator stuff would you do? I wouldn’t be like that. I’d just make sure there’d always be a stock of pizza around for everyone...

33. What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives? Go to a completely different country. Experience a whole new culture.

34. What’s worth spending more on to get the best? Shoes.

35. What is something that a ton of people are obsessed with but you just don’t get the point of? Game of Thrones. I couldn’t even finish the first episode.

36. What are you most looking forward to in the next 10 years? Finding a home, saving up, maybe getting married.

37. Where is the most interesting place you’ve been? I guess Singapore. Or Japan. Mostly because they are such an advanced country technologically that it was a stark contrast, a different experience compared to what we have in my third-world home. It felt like a different world altogether.

38. What’s something you’ve been meaning to try but just haven’t gotten around to? Watch new films, especially now that the Golden Globe noms just came out.

39. What’s the best thing that happened to you last week?  Finished all my work that I was supposed to do this week. Because of that, I can be chill as fuck now with just minimal papers to go. 40. What piece of entertainment do you wish you could erase from your mind so that you could experience it for the first time again?  Getting on a cruise, but at the same time I never want to delete that memory.

41. If all jobs had the same pay and hours, what job would you like to have? I guess I’d still work in media? I don’t know how different it would be.

42. How different was your life one year ago? Well I was definitely more depressed. I’ve had little progress since then but I can still say for sure that that was a darker period. I have a phone now–meaning I have constant access to Gabie now. I have made a big bunch of friends. I’m eating more, I’ve gained weight. I’m handling all my requirements more responsibly. I’m in a college org.

43. What’s the best way to start the day? Surveys, ideally.

44. What quirks do you have? Dunno. I’ve never eaten fruit, for one.

45. What would you rate 10/10? Dogs.

46. What kind of art do you enjoy most? Film.

47. What do you hope never changes? Me and Gab.

48. What city would you most like to live in? Makati if local, Singapore or Sydney if international.

49. What movie title best describes your life? No idea.

50. What’s the best way a person can spend their time? Going to museums! Watching art films! Not taking photos the whole time they’re traveling! Try out all sorts of wacky food once!