#that’s how the daily classroom shoulder massage began

[minamotosousuke]

Kou is probably the most tense character in the whole series…

[zephyrchama]

Tail Bone (Obey Me! brothers and MC)

"My tail bone hurts," you complained. You never expected demons to be well-mannered beings, able to behave themselves in a silent classroom for hours on end. Nor that sitting for so long could be so painful. You let out an exasperated sigh and began to tenderly massage your lower back as soon as the lecture on nocturnal beasts was over.

"Your what?" Leviathan had been booting up a mobile game behind you, eager to claim his daily bonus. While the loading screen played out, he looked up at you in confusion.

Standing to stretch, you nodded towards the hand swirling around your waistband. "Right here, my tail bone. I'm gonna ask Diavolo if he can get softer chairs for the classrooms. You're not in any pain?"

In front of you, Beelzebub nodded. "My stomach hurts. I'm so hungry, I can hardly think straight." He began rooting around in his bag for an emergency candy bar or five.

Mammon interjected from the side, stating "you don't have a tail," with a look of bewilderment. He was staring intensely at your rear and questioning everything he's ever known about you.

"We'd know if you did," Satan added.

"It's not an actual tail. Just... the name of the bone." Your attempt at an explanation wasn't very informative, but you didn't know how else to describe it. Your brain was fried from a long, boring lecture. You were more focused on getting the circulation in your legs working again than on explaning proper human anatomy.

Asmodeus had crept over, clearly noticed by everyone except you, and put his hands over the afflicted area. "Right about here?" he asked, voice coated in faux innocence.

You jumped forward a step in surprise, arching your back away from the sudden touch. Mammon and Leviathan, mobile game now forgotten, pounced on their younger brother. They pulled him away by the shoulders and forced his arms behind his back.

"Ahaha! Did I guess right?"

"That is a serious violation of PDA!" Leviathan half-shouted.

"Yeah, only I'm allowed to touch 'em like that! You all know I'm s'posed to be in charge of the human." Mammon thrust himself in front of Asmodeus, who was busy laughing in Leviathan's face. He opened and closed his hands in a disturbing manner, like a pervert. "Here, let me see this tail for myself."

"I don't think it's an actual tail," Satan surmised at the same time you exclaimed, "I don't have a tail!"

"Settle down," Lucifer cautioned. He approached from the front of the class with an armful of teaching materials, having been the one to lecture everybody all day. In a way, it was his fault you were in pain.

"Would somebody care to explain why you're all being so rowdy?"

"They hurt their new tail," Belphegor tried to explain in a low, drowsy voice. Having been half asleep, he only caught half of the conversation and let his imagination fill in the rest. He tried to lift his head, but the lecture had been too powerful. He rambled, "It's cool. I'm glad you have a tail now," and went right back to snoozing.

Lucifer wasn't entirely convinced of this explanation. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you recapped, "sitting for so long was kind of painful. I hurt my tail bone."

Beelzebub, with a smidge of chocolate on the corner of his face, turned around to ask the question surfacing on everyone's mind. "Do you have wing bones too? Like we do."

Though not in demon form, you could perfectly picture Beelzebub buzzing his wings while he asked. The answer was a simple "no." Followed by a moment of thinking and a hastily added, "I don't think so."

Mammon tisked. "That's unfair, don't ya think? You oughta have wing bones to match us."

Asmodeus "mhmm"-ed in agreement while Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"It's unfair that I don't have wing bones...?" You struggled to follow his logic.

"It's incredibly fair," Leviathan piped up. "Everyone knows tails are better."

"You wanna say that again to my face?" Mammon spat.

"More of you have wings, so it's more balanced to have another tail-user in the house." Satan believed this was a perfectly rational argument despite you not actually having a tail.

"But imagine how cute they'd look with little flapping wings!" Asmodeus cooed, flapping his hands to match.

"A little tail is even cuter! It can be hidden, like an Easter egg," Leviathan asserted.

The classroom became noisy once again with their bickering. Lucifer motioned for you to step aside, and you did your best to duck out from the growing argument with your head kept low. Your legs still felt stiff. Walking around the desk without bumping anything was a newfound challenge.

So Lucifer reached out a gentlemanly hand to guide you. "I need you to come with me to the Student Council Room." Though stated like a command, it sounded more like a request.

"Am I needed for a meeting?" you asked, reluctant to spend more time at school. The big soft couch at home was calling you.

He started ushering you towards the door and checked to ensure his brothers did not follow. "No. I'd like to educate myself on this tail bone you have, and perhaps even take a look at it."

[mystical-lemonade]

Hello, can I request for poly!crowley and crewel discovering their quiet fem s/o (with a voice of liquid gold) singing to themselves while wearing an article(s) of their lovers clothing (just as comfort)

If you cant, its alright! Good luck with your writing journey :)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1,945

Parings: Divus Crewel x F!Reader x Dire Crowley

"Divus! My hat is missing!" Crowley said, poking his hatless head into his lover's empty classroom.

If he wasn't so distraught at the loss of his top hat Crowley would have commented on how absolutely stunning his lover looked sitting, silhouetted in the fading light of a beautiful fall evening. His coat not on him, so the fine slope of his shoulders could be seen clearly. With a quick appreciative glance towards him, which compared the to open admiring gawking Divus was used to was a very nice change, Dire Crowley began to search the classroom high and low. Fluttering about much like a hummingbird would, if the hummingbird had extreme anxiety.

Divus sat at his desk, trying to tune out Dire's incessant chatter so he could focus on marking the last of tests in front of him. For once he wanted to be able to get home early enough he arrived before dinner was already on the table, and he was so very close. Once it became clear to him that he would be getting no peace from his lover until he helped; Divus inhaled deeply, clasping his hands in front of his mouth and fixed Dire with a look of exasperation.

"Dire Crowley you will stop tearing my classroom apart or so help me I will personally ensure you never find your hat," he paused long enough to give the now drooping man in front of him time to quiet down, "Thank you. Now did you happen to leave it in the staff room like usual?"

"No! I haven't been there since lunch. And I certainly had my hat after lunch."

"Alright then. What about at Sam's? Perhaps one of his friends snagged it and you simply didn't notice until now."

"That could be an option...but I haven't been to Sam's today."

"Well I don't know. When did you last see it Dire."

The headmaster placed a hand upon his chin and began to pace, quietly reviewing his day for any clues as to when it could have gone missing. 'Well after lunch I went back to my office because I had that meeting an hour past noon but I know I had it then. And after that I was looking at the updated budget reports from after the last reconstruction of the courtyard. Then Y/N came in because she knew I stress about these things, and she gave me some tea and the most lovely massage. Yes, yes our Dove rely knows how to work out tension. So I took my hat off... I don't recall putting it back on after...but if that's the only time I took it off then it should be in my office which is strange because it wasn't-"

Now finished his daily markings, never let it be said that Divus Crewel wasn't opportunistic, "Well perhaps we should ask our Darling Y/N where you left it. Since that's the last time you recall wearing it."

"Oh a splendid idea Divus!" Crowley leaned on the desk, looking down at his beau with a fond grin. With a swift motion Dire brought his hand up to his mouth, he placed a tender kiss on Divus' knuckles.

Divus shook his head smirking, "Yes yes, I always have good ideas. Now let me grab my coat and we'll be on our way. Y/N stopped by an hour ago to say..."

Divus stopped abruptly, his speech halting as well. Crowley having been walking behind him bumped straight into his back, only saving his fumble from being entirely humiliating by hooking his chin over Divus' shoulder and  wrapping his lover in an impromptu back hug.

"My coat... it's missing. I hung it here on the rack when Y/N stopped by to inform me of our dinner plans for tonight," he paused turning to look at the headmaster, "Dire, didn't you say that the last time you say your hat was when Y/N visited your office?" He phrased it as a question, but both men knew he wasn't really asking.

"Yes, but. Surely our sweet Dove wouldn't do someone like that! You know how easily she gets embarrassed. Its why we barely show her affection in public."

"Shyness doesn't mean she didn't steal my coat Dire. Naughty girl," Divus deadpanned.

Crowley chuckled nervously, loosening his grip on the teacher as he pulled away towards the still open door. 

Divus sighed, motioning for the older man to exit the room. When he obliged, professor Crewel locked the door to his class for the night and headed towards the staff accommodations. Where the little thief that he and the headmaster called a lover would inevitably be.

"Crewel, I see that look. Don't get all huffy right before dinner. Maybe it was a coincidence?" Crowley deflated slightly af the look he got for that one, so he tried again to ease his male lover's irritation, "Or maybe they were dirty or something. So that's why she took them!"

"My coat. Dirty? Please. Even your silly insistence that this was a coincidence was a better excuse."

With an eyeroll from the alchemy teacher, the pair stepped through the correct mirror and made their way towards the familiar brick house they called a home.

The kitchen light was on and the pair could see someone glide past the window. Sharing a look of intrigue, the duo crept up the steps silently.

The moment they stepped through the door and into the entrance way they could hear it.

"Shall I stay,

Would it be a sin,

If I,

Can't help,

Falling in love,

With you~"

A soft song floating in from the dining room.

Dire leaned in and whispered into his lover's ear, "I don't recognise that singer...or the song. Are they new to the radio?"

Divus flicked the face that was pressed to his cheek and hissed, " That's our girlfriend singing you moron!"

A hand came up to soothe his stinging forehead as the realization set in. The third member of their household had the voice of an angel. His mouth shaped into an o before falling away into a pleased smile.

They crept closer to the kitchen, each step bring them closer to where the voice was coming from. The song that was filling the house like a gentle cloud, was sweeter than either man imagined. It was filled with the sentiments that deep down everyone wants to hear directed towards them; pure gentle and undying tender affection, wrapped in the dedication and loyalty to not only give your heart to another, but to offer up all your living days to them. It had both men melting inside.

"Like a river flows,

Surely to the sea,

Darling so it goes,

Somethings are meant to be"

The tender crooning of the honeyed voice was loudest as the men stilled in the doorway to the diningroom. There, in front of them, with her back turned to the door was the pair's Girlfriend. The missing piece to the strange puzzle that was their relationship, the one that keeps the trio from ever feeling like anything less than home.

Their girlfriend who, much like put of a fairytale, was dancing around with her lovers' clothes enchanted to move as if they were a person. The clothes she had stolen from them throughout the day.

And there as she danced and sang her feelings for the two men who unbeknownst to her were watching with the most find expressions on their faces while she serves dinner for them, were the two who she was singing about.

"Take my hand,

Take my whole life too,

For I can't help,

Falling in Love,

With You~"

"She's never said anything like this to us before Dire, why- why this? I-" Divus whispered, his eyes following Y/N as she waltzed back to the kitchen.

"Because she had this outlet probably. A safe way to get all her tender and embarrassing feelings out without feeling like someone would judge her for being cheesy. At least that's why I'd do it. I think its sweet. You can really tell she loves us."

"Yes... yes you can, my dear," he purred, reaching for Crowley's hand to hold.

"Shall we join her. Afterall nothing could be better than dancing with the real thing."

"For I can't help,

Falling in love,

With-

Oh! Divus! Dire! Wha- um, what are you doing back so soon." Her singing cut off when she saw the two men standing before her. The enchantment she placed on the hat and coat slipping along with her concentration sending both articles of clothing to the floor.

Both men shared a knowing smile. One stepping behind her to catch her in an embrace while the other took position in the front.

Dire reached out and took her hand, and with a sweeping bow kissed her knuckles. "We were looking for our lost things Dove~ But I dare say we found something far better."

"I agree~ Who knew we had managed to catch ourselves a lovesick siren Dear?" Divus hooked his fingers under her chin, guiding Y/N to look up at him, "Aren't we just the luckiest men alive."

"I'm not a siren you two. I- I have no idea what you're talking about" she sputtered, her cheeks heating up from shock and embarrassment.

"Ah, I shall jog your memory then Dove.  I believe it went something like this- ahem.

I can't help,

Falling in love,

With you."

The clear tenor of Dire's voice rang out through the kitchen as he spun her around the small kitchen area, in a crude approximation of a simple waltz. He continued to hum the melody of the song they heard her sing as he spun her dramatically to pass Y/N off to Divus.

Divus continued the dance with fervor. And the resulting smile that graced her face as the baritone of Divus's voice joined in with the lyrics.

Eventually ending the song by dipping her low, where Dire was waiting, knelt down, a cheeky smile on his face and mask cast aside. His hands cupped her cheeks, holding her as he looked on her as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. And with reverence, he pressed his lips to hers for a kiss filled with all the love he could possibly show that moment.

When he pulled away, Y/N found herself being pulled up, now face to face with her other lover, he too pulled her in and kissed her like a man starving. One hand cupping the back of her neck, fingers tracing the line of hair along it, while the other had a thumb rubbing gentle circles over her waist.

"You know my sweet Dove," Said Dire, hands now resting on her other hips, his cheek pressed close to her own, "I find myself agreeing with that song you were singing. I simply cannot stop myself from falling deeper and deeper in love with you. Both of you. With every passing day."

"I do believe, Dearest, that we both feel the same. And if you'll have it Y/N. Dire. I would be happy to give my whole life over to you."

Y/N smiled at her two handsome lovers, in a moment of love filled courage she asked a question that she'd always wanted to know, "I truly am lucky to have you aren't I? I suppose its only fair Divus, if I make the same offer to you. Will you both be willing to take my life as yours?"

The kisses she received in response to her question were more than enough of an answer for her.

Thank you for the request Dear, I hope you enjoyed the post; I know I enjoyed writing it. I also hope you don't mind that I showed the lyrics to the song she was singing. That particular Elvis song came up on my writing playlist and I simply couldn't help myself. Fu fu fu~

If you liked the post and want to see more from me feel free to send me a request . See you soon~

Sincerely, Jupiter

[embrassemoi]

Surrounded by the Moon and Stars • 06

Pairings: Sirius Black x [F]Reader, Remus Lupin x [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors, music snob!Remus,  Author’s notes: song used: Come Together by The Beatles

BTW: I always try to use little to no physical descriptions for the reader insert but I did add that the reader has some sort of hair. I didn't mention hair texture or length (Sorry if ur bald). My taller readers, I only mentioned that you were shorter than Remus (no height was given)

Masterlist: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Chapter 6: ABBA vs. The Beatles 

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“Merlin’s beard! Binns is a sadist; torturing students must be his only pastime,” James yawned, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes.

Nothing could ever compare to the History of Magic. Today, lessons were dreadful and muddy. Professor Binns’ monotone voice filtered throughout the class, rambling on and on about various dates in history. Hardly anyone paid attention before he started calling on students. Annoyed, Binns would continue to reiterate his inquiry until the student(s) got the correct answer, no matter how long it took.

A sadist indeed.

Although Binns wasn’t the sole reason why the class was pathetic, but rather the lack of any practical work was simply a joke. The class only reminded Y/N of her short time in public school. Geometry? Utterly useless for any daily life interactions. To make matters worse, Binns surprised the class with a pop-quiz and two chapters of reading. Luckily, he had an ounce of mercy in his ghostly body and dismissed the class early for lunch.

James continued, “I would rather fight a dragon than — Woah! Your hair! “

She glanced to look at herself through the reflection in James’ glasses. Her hair, which originally was emerald green, was now turning into a golden yellow. The different colours clashed together boldly.

“You look like the banner for the Holyhead Harpies,” Peter said, striding up to James’ side.

“The Holyhead Harpies,” James said dreamily, “They’re probably one of my favourite teams.

Remus, who had been trailing behind Peter jumps in, “You only like them because they’re all women, you wanker.” He turns to Peter, his hand shooting up to the side of his head, massaging small circles into his temples, “Why’d you get him going?”

James became insufferable whenever someone or something mentioned Quidditch. Not only would he boast about his abilities as a Chaser, but he seemingly was a never-ending encyclopedia about Quidditch. It only worsened as November neared, the start of the new Quidditch season was approaching.

One time Y/N found herself stuck listening to him babble about Ireland winning the world cup for about thirty minutes. She didn’t have the heart to stop him, though. Nobody listened to his rants and he could hardly contain his excitement. How could she tell him she wasn’t interested?    

A monstrous smirk etched its way onto his face, “Caught me.”

“Be anymore of a predator would ya, Prongs?”

“Hey! That’s not the only reason why I like them. Did you forget their victory in 1953 against the Heidelberg Harriers? Their strategy was blood-fucking-brilliant. They’re legendary! My father was there to see it in person. Lucky bastard. He told me…”

His voice fades into the background as Y/N catches Remus’ eyes. A glint of mischief shined through them before he forced a fake pitiful smile. He mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to her before looping his arm around Peter’s shoulder, discreetly leaving James’ side and out of the classroom.

That sly, slippery bastard.  

"— and did I mention that their seeker was one of the most sought out —”

“Wait, James.”

He abruptly pauses, waiting patiently for her to continue. She leads them out into the corridor and towards the great hall. “Sorry, didn’t mean to cut you off like that, but when is my hair going back to normal?”

Y/N instantly regretted mentioning her hair. There was no trace of a smile on James. His shoulders slumped a bit and his walking even staggered. “Godric, I know, I know and I’m sorry. I thought it would have returned back to normal by now. I’ve been creating reversal spells — even started asking Moony to help.”

“Moony?”

“Remus.”

“Another one of your nicknames?”

“It’s not a nickname! It’s a brotherhood — a pack!”

“Oh, sorry Prongs,” she drawled, a sarcastic smile on her face, “If I didn’t know you I would assume you were an asshole.”

“What? How?!”

“You go around calling yourself a marauder, the king of Quidditch and now Prongs. Seems pretty assholely.”

James’ mouth opens before closing again, repeating the process several times.

“Plus, you pull silly pranks every day.”

He chuckles, “Oi! You helped us with that itching idea!”

Her eyebrows raised in acknowledgement, “Touché.”

To this, James shakes his head, directing the conversation back to the Holyhead Harpies. Inwardly, Y/N wanted to whack him with a broomstick.

They were among the first students to reach the Great Hall, aside from students who had a free or were excused early by Professor Binns. None of the girls were there yet. Unfortunately, Marlene was held back by Binns, so Y/N was left to sit beside James who sat opposite to Remus, Peter and Sirius.

She had been trying her best to avoid Sirius whenever she could. It was clear he didn’t like her. He never laughed whenever she made a joke, he hardly noticed her, he never praised her, even if she tried to compliment him. He was just rude for no apparent reason. The rest of the marauders and girls knew this, although they preferred not to comment about the obvious, strained relationship (which they didn’t even know the reason for. Granted, Y/N wasn't quite sure herself. Was it the rejection, he just didn't like her or is just an ass?).

Although, ignoring and avoiding him proved to be extremely challenging. Y/N was glued to Lily’s hip ever since the Sorting Ceremony. It also didn’t help that if you were with one marauder, another one was sure to follow. She and James started to spend more time with each other, and by extension, she was obligated to be around at least one other marauder. With the addition of study sessions with Remus, it was inevitable.

Surprisingly, Sirius hadn’t made any snarky remarks, excluding dirty looks, he was being… nice — nicer to her. The action was a stark contrast from his previous behaviour and she speculated a few reasons why:

Most likely, James or Lily, she assumed the former, said something to him. Since his little spat with James at breakfast a few weeks ago, Sirius was tight-lipped ever since.

Maybe he was done being a prick, deciding to stop by himself after realizing he was a prick.

Went through something personal, it stopped, and his behaviour improved.

Minutes after the bell rang, students began to trickle in for lunch. The comfortable chatter rose as Y/N finished eating an apple. Everyone seemed pleased when James’ Quidditch lecture was interrupted as hundreds of owls streamed in, packages and letters dropping into the laps of students. She hadn’t expected anything considering her owl, Celeste, didn’t drop anything off since the first week of October. However, today she fluttered down between the bread and fruit bowls, dropping off several letters and a small parcel onto Y/N’s plate, pecking at the bread crumbs on the table. She tore the letter open, inside it said:

Dear Y/N,  

Are you still having a hard time with Charms? If so, perhaps I find some textbooks and send them over.  

Don’t slack off this year. Send me a letter whenever you have the chance. (Make sure to tell Celeste to be quieter next time. You know I can, and never will get used to the owls.)  

Mom  

Her mother finally wrote to her. A sense of joy flooded her body as she placed the letter back down on the oak table. A part of her wondered if Celeste was dropping off her letters to the wrong house, the one back in Toronto as her mother never wrote back. She opened the next letter, immediately recognizing the messy scrawl:

October 19, 1975  

Y/N! I thought you replaced me with one of your brits, but a false alarm, your letters just take a while to arrive. Must be tiring for Celeste to travel to and from Scotland then America and back. You know, whenever people see her fly in, they still recognize her.  

Are you doing anything for Halloween? We’re throwing another dance. Going to be alone this year now that I can’t force you to come. I guess I’ll just watch half the school dry hump each other while I smuggle in firewhiskey.

How’s it going over there? I heard from a few students, even read in the papers about the war. It’s getting pretty crazy over here. Teachers have been meeting and trying to prevent students and parents from losing their shit. My mom has been worried too, writing to me like a lunatic and I’m not even in the UK. The MACUSA have been keeping quiet but they were caught having meetings with counsellors from the Ministry of Magic. Even heard that Jenkins is stepping down. If it keeps getting out of hand here, I can’t imagine what it must be like at Hogwarts. I truly thought the war was dying down, I was wrong. Keep your wand close. Surely, you’ll get away with a hex or two.

Until next time

Matthew G.  

So engrossed in her new environment, her old life slipped to the back of her mind. There was a detachment from her reality compared to the one at home. A pang of guilt hit her, swallowing her up from the inside out until another pang hit, loneliness. If she easily forgot everyone, would anyone remember her? None of her old friends, apart from Matthew, had made a move to contact her since she left.

Often thinking about writing them first, she had to remind herself if they wanted to, they would. Especially with the knowledge that people still recognized Celeste.

Was she forgettable and if so, was it karma for forgetting too?

It put a mechanical vice grip on her heart, applying just enough pressure to be a constant reminder. With every beat, it tightened more and more.

Looking around the table, she saw her peers huddle in groups, familiar laughter ringing throughout. So noisy, so taunting. She may have been friends with Lily, Dorcas, James or even Marlene, but they had their own friends. Friendships that had years to develop before she came. She had only known them for less than two months.

Forgettable.

How hilarious, she thought.

“Hey,” a gentle voice cooed into her ear, “Are you okay?”

She hummed back absentmindedly.

James wore a concerned expression, his eyes knitted together, one raised higher than the other like it always does when he was worried. The look he shot her suggested he wasn’t convinced, although he didn’t press; instead opting to stir the conversation. “So, who wrote to you?”

“A friend and my mom ���”

A snort so loud that it caused the rest of the marauders, random onlookers and even Lily (who had a look of pure disgust on her face) turned towards them. “What did you say?”

“I got a few letters?”

“No!” He bellowed, “Who sent you them?”

“My friend and my mom —”

Nearly choking on his sandwich, James clutched his stomach laughing. Laughing so hard he has to grip the table to prevent falling off the hall bench. "Haha! Mom?! MOM?” He mocked in a poor American accent, “What the fuck is mom? It’s MUM. Bollocks!”

“We say vitamin.”

“It’s VIT-A-MIN! Who says VIGHT-A-MIN?” Without a pause, James presses his entire body onto her shoulder, smushing her before grabbing the letter her mother sent her. His eyes scanned across the pages before hitting a certain word. “Back home? Maple trees? Where did you use to live exactly?”

“Canada.”

“Canada?! You don’t mean those snowy gits?” At this, Peter and Remus snort under their breaths. Even Lily had to force down a smile.

Staring deadpanned at him, in an unamused voice, “Really?”

“You are a bundle of surprises! I thought you lived… I’m not sure. I assumed somewhere like New Hork.”

“York,” Lily corrects.

“Tomato, tomato,” he jokes, playfully batting his eyes at Lily before biting into his sandwich, “You do live in London, right?”

“Right.”

James takes a moment, letting the conversation die down before he quickly glances at Y/N again. An undecipherable expression crosses his face before it’s promptly replaced with elation, “I take back anything negative I’ve said about Canada. They have an amazing Quidditch rooster. Have you gone to any of their games?”

A low grumble of sighs follows at the mention of Quidditch from James. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Remus shake his head and sighed dejectedly.

“Nah, I’m a New-Maj, remember? My mom — “

“Mum —”

“ — sorry, Mum — hardly understands the wizarding world, let alone what Quidditch is.”

His eyes were wide, whimsical, as a hand flew to his chest dramatically, “Rubbish! Bloody ridiculous! You’ve never seen a real Quidditch game? One day, I swear I’ll bring you to one! Or you can bring me to Canada one day and we can watch a home game!”

As James continued to rant, Y/N’s mind slowly drifted back to the bitterness in her chest. Trying to distract herself, she borrowed Lily’s quill and a few sheets of parchment, scribbling down letters in response.

Mom,  

I’m fine with Charms, you don’t need to send anything. And don’t worry, I’ve been studying for my OWLs.  

Love you, write soon.

The next letter was addressed to Matthew:

Matty Matt,

Of course, I didn’t replace you… yet. 

Another dance? You would think the students’ protest last year would have influenced the professors this time. I guess it’s time for you to get wasted. I didn’t tell you last time but I think I’m going to a party. A friend of mine is throwing it and I know he’s going to force me to come no matter what. He briefly mentioned costumes and drinks. Plus, there’s going to be some kind of prank that I may or may have not been a part of? Sounds cool right?  

Yeah, I’d say it’s been bad up here. I don’t know much about what's going on outside of school, though. The professors are hiding it well. I didn’t even hear about Jenkins stepping down. Keep me updated.  

Until next time  

She sealed the letters before sending Celeste off again, “Be quieter when you drop off the letters, yeah?”

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It must be her lucky day.

The ringing of the bell went off, signalling the end of class. Professor Flitwick asked the students to stay behind so he could hand out quizzes the students completed on Monday in preparation for their upcoming test on Growth and Reductor charms the following Tuesday.

It was never a good sign when a professor flips your test over to prevent other students from seeing their mark. Flipping it over at a downwards angle, Flitwick handed Y/N her quiz.

Turning it over nervously, a tight coil formed in the pit of her stomach. A large P was plastered on the top right corner in bold red ink. She studied hard for this too. Angrily, she shoved her work into her bag and left the class. This was the third poor she'd gotten in a row. She should have told her mother she needed those Charm books.

“I swear I’m going mad! Her brother is a complete cow! He even — are you listening?”

She looks at the girl beside her, Marlene. Her glossed over, doe eyes must have served as an answer before the blonde shook her head.

“Sorry, distracted,” she mumbles, before forcing out a fake-happy tone, “Continue your story! I wanna hear!”

“Hey,” Marlene says in a softer voice, “If something’s bothering you, you can talk about it.”

“No, it’s okay,” she replies instinctively. She felt bad spacing out during Marlene’s story but her mind was running through and under hoops. The last thing any fifth year student needed was to fall behind in their classes, let alone feeling like nobody cared about them.

At that moment, she wished she was wrapped away in red and gold blankets to wallow in her self-pity party, away from prying eyes. She could feel the burning sensations of tears building up.

Dammit.

Y/N looked out the window to her left. The sky was melting with the warm hues of reds and yellows while the other half was being slowly engulfed into a cloak of twilight. Even from here, she could feel the cool air seeping in from the windows making her tug on the sleeves of her robes.

She continued, “I’m just tired — been a long day. I’m going to take a nap before dinner. See you.”

Judging by the look on Marlene and Lily’s face, guilt riddles her body. They both look sympathetic. The pity only made Y/N feel disgusting. In all honesty, Y/N will care later. Right now wasn’t the time and she desperately needed some shut-eye.

Before she left the room, she overheard them talking.

“What’s up with her?”

“Dunno.”

Great.

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Sleep did little to ease her thoughts.

The same uneasiness she felt on the train ride to Hogwarts settled deep into her bones again. She thought she was past this. The worrying about friends, missing home, feeling alone, failing class, stressing about her future. The rational part of her brain knew it was just one silly quiz (and old shitty friends), but knowing herself, if she were to continue to have this mindset, she would only fail in the end.

Dinner ended and Y/N belligerently climbed up the stairs towards the library to attend today’s study session. The Charms quiz threw her into a loop and it was better not to dwell on it, opting to rather use her time for something useful.

Her marks improved significantly since she attended her first session two weeks ago. The last couple of assignments and quizzes she handed in that she worked on during the groups were some of her best work, ever. Additionally, her ability to retain information was improving at astonishing rates and she found herself participating in lessons more often. Unfortunately, she started to doubt her abilities again.

There weren’t as many students as usual. Perhaps it was because of the Quidditch meeting for all teams tonight, or because nobody wanted to spend their time in a library Friday night. She assumed it was the latter.

Although, the same student with black hair from Slytherin was there; tucked away in his usual corner. He was always there. Whether it was the study sessions, another OWL or NEWT student or he simply just enjoyed the library, Y/N could always rely on him sitting there in his little nook.

In the far back, surrounded by tall bookshelves sat Remus. Another student, a first or second year, judging by their height, seemed to be asking him a question, rapidly writing down something on a piece of parchment whilst they walked away. Remus leaned back in the brown chair, his right leg was folded over the other as he stretched.

She spent over twelve hours minimum with Remus directly since the first session, minus the time he was around James and the girls. Perhaps she only started to notice afterwards but she swore Remus wasn’t around this much before. Now, he was everywhere.

In the past couple of weeks she’d gotten to know him, she made a mental list in her head of him:

1. Remus loves sweaters. They weren’t flashy, seemingly preferring to wear ones with small designs, stripes or a solid colour. He wore green the most. He also wore cardigans. Two, in particular, he wore the most; one was white and the other was a muted brown. They were big and hung off his loose frame, the pockets were often stuffed with books, rumpled parchment and his wand.

2. He’s a coffee addict. He drank it in the morning, the afternoon, at the study session and sometimes with meals at dinner. He loved to dump pounds of sugar, so if he only drank black coffee, it usually meant he was in a bad mood. James even joked that he became Sirius whenever he drank black coffee, because haha! Get it? It’s BLACK coffee!

3. He frequented the library whenever he wasn’t with the rest of the marauders. He enjoyed poetry, wrote post-it notes after post-it notes to annotate his favourite parts. He even slept there from time to time, not without having to persuade Pince to not give him detention.

As if Remus magically sensed her, he took a large inhale before he stopped stretching, opening his eyes to look at her. A small smile was plastered on each other’s faces. He stuck up a few fingers to wave at her, motioning her to come over.

“Hi Y/N. I thought you didn’t come on Fridays?”

“I don’t but I have a test, Charms, Tuesday.”

“Oh, well I’m happy to help.”

“Thanks for the offer, Professor Lupin, but just being down here will help me focus.”

A scarlet blush settled on his face at the mention of his tutoring. “Well come sit with me then.”

Pushing the chair out of the way, she sat down beside him, pulling out her cassette player and earbuds along with her notes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Remus staring at the player curiously.

“Do you want to listen?”

“If you don't mind. I didn’t know you could use these here.” Picking it up, he turned the rectangular device.

“If record players work here, why not this?”

She hands him an earbud, alongside a small collection of other tapes she had on hand.

“Choose whatever you want to listen to.”

Without much thought, he pressed the play button. The upbeat tune of Waterloo by ABBA trickled into their ears. Y/N bobbed her head up and down before the song was suddenly stopped.

A sour grimace sat on Remus’ face before their eyes met, his nose upturned slightly.

“Why’d you stop it?”

“I hate ABBA.”

“What!?”

“I just don’t like their cheesy disco-pop-esk sound. They sound generic and random words are thrown in when they don’t add to the song.”

“Jeez— never met anyone who hated them that much.”

A ghost of a smile appeared before he flicked through her collection of tapes. He picked up Abbey Road by The Beatles. Opening the player up, he slid out Waterloo. With a click and the press of a button, Come Together played.

“So you hate ABBA but not The Beatles? Benny and Bjorn said they were influenced by them!”

“Keyword: Influenced; which is just another word for a shitty knock-off version.”  

4. Remus Lupin is apparently a music snob.

“Well, I think both are good.”

“Respectfully, I disagree with you.”

“Whatever you say, professor.”  

"I've been thinking a bit, why did you come to Hogwarts? Why not just stay at your old school?"

The sudden switch of topics threw her into a loop. “Wasn’t by choice. My mom’s a doctor and got a position here. It was too good to turn down. But it’s not bad. There’s less wizarding laws.”

He nods his head, "I'm assuming you have dual citizenship?"

"Mhm."

About a half an hour passed as she sighed for the umpteenth time before putting down her quill. Her chair scraped back noisily as Y/N’s hand balled up into a tight fist, feeling her fingernails bite into her palm. She’d been flicking through her notes, the words all blended.

At this rate, if History of Magic didn’t exist, Charms would surely be her least favourite class.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?”

She was at a loss, this was the third time Remus had offered to help and he was persistent. She felt horrible that she was taking up his time to help her on a stupid Charms test.

He continued, “If you think bothering me is an issue, it’s not. I run the sessions on Friday. It’s my job.”

“Fine, but there has to be something I can do in return.”

“Hmm,” Remus pondered for a second, “How about this, I tutor you in Charms and in return you give me your Potions notes? I'm dreadful at it.”

“Deal.”

��Great. Before we start, is there anything in particular that you have questions on?”

Silently tapping on the quiz she received today, Remus snatched it and quickly scanned over her answers and Professor Flitwick’s notes.

“I see what happened. You know, the curriculum taught at Ilvermorny is different. That’s probably why you can’t understand some of this shit.” He cleared his throat, “So as we know, the growth charm increases the size of your intended target…”

His voice, like a light switch, changed instantly. Instead of his softer deep, raspier voice, it became commanding and steady. He never stumbled over his words and articulated his points elegantly. She found herself enraptured by him, understanding why he was in charge of the study groups.

Eventually, Remus takes a pause, “Does that make sense?”

“Yes. You know, you’re really good at this. No matter how much I asked Flitwick or even Lily I could never get it.”

A large blush bloomed on the apples of his cheeks before he shyly rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes. “I’m not that good.”

“No time for modesty, Professor Lupin!”

“Okay, okay! So here, do you see what went wrong? There would be a reaction with those two spells if —”

A boy, small, most likely a second year, stood at the foot of the shared table holding a large red and gold book. His hair, dark ginger, similar to Lily’s, was cut short. He fiddled with his fingers as he continued to stare at the two.

“... Um, hi. You're Remus — right?”

“Yup. Did you need help with something?”

“Yes! I’m having trouble with the Transfiguration spell, beetle into button.”

A look of understanding passed through his face before Remus turns to look at her, “Duty calls. It’ll be quick.”

“Of course, take your time.”

It was not quick. Understandably, very few were successful at the ginger’s age to perform the spell, but thirty minutes passed and the second year still didn’t understand the basic concepts. No matter how many times Remus had reiterated his point differently, the boy couldn’t retain it.

“I just don’t get it.”

“You learned this last year, it's a quick revision. I’m not sure what part you’re talking about. Look, do not wiggle or twirl your wand left, direct it towards the right. You have to picture the spell in your head before saying the incantation.”

He guided the boy's hand steadily before performing the spell himself.

“I don’t understand!” The boy whined.

He sighed, “Then we keep trying —”

“It’s too hard. Why are they teaching this crap anyway?”

“Could you stop complaining?” He snapped, closing his eyes before he realized what he’d just done. “I’m sorry about that. I’m… just tired. I can’t help you anymore, though. You should ask someone else,” Remus said brusquely, his eyes unnerving as he stared at the child. As a result, he yelped out a ‘thank you,’ rushing off in the opposite direction.

The muscles in his jaw tensed under the soft glow of the table lamps. There was a pale red tint rimming his eyes and he looked visibly paler than normal. Irritated, he bounced his knee rapidly, up and down, before looking out the large window beside them. The sky was mostly cloudy. Only the peak of the silvery moon appeared. A sliver was missing before it was fully complete.

He closed his eyes, before breathing in. His posture once stiffened, completely relaxed before a flimsy smile reappeared on his face, returning his attention to Y/N.

“Let’s continue, shall we?”

“If you’re tired we can stop.”

“No, s’okay. I’m fine — really.”

She chewed the inside of her cheek, adding to her list:

5. Remus was always so hard to read.

[ya-girl-mc]

Back Pain

Character: Oikawa Tooru × Fem Reader

Concept: Oikawa's been working a bit too hard lately. Y/N decides to reward his efforts with a massage, but she winds up getting turned on instead (smut with some fluff 👌)

⚠️ Warning: Sexual content (read at your own discretion)

A/N: Back at it again with a smut fic this time feat. our golden boi Oikawa 😏 Hope you’ll enjoy this one!!

☆☆ Another self-indulgent Haikyuu!! Fanfiction ☆☆

Y/N-chan! Was finally able to free up some time for the weekend. Want to come over? Friday night sound good?

I have the house to myself the entire weekend, btw 😋

Y/N re-read the message over and over again, her heart thumping in anticipation at the suggestive undertones it conveyed. It's been quite a while since her and Oikawa began dating, however, with the additional academic load that came with being a third-year student and with his responsibilities as Aoba Johsai's volleyball team captain, the couple barely had time to spend with one another, much to their dismay.

Jumping at the extremely rare opportunity to spend an entire weekend alone with him, Y/N momentarily shifted her attention from her homework and quickly typed up a reply, trying her hardest not to seem too eager at his invitation.

Okay, sounds great to me! Will let my parents know. See u Friday night 😊 Love you.

Hitting the 'send' button, Y/N leant back on her desk chair and stared at the night sky beyond her bedroom window, her thoughts now preoccupied with the prospect of finally spending some much-needed alone time with her significant other.

*****

Friday night came faster than she expected. After successfully turning in all of her weekly assignments and enduring an extensive parental discussion on sexual intimacy and the like, Y/N eagerly stood at the doorstep of the Oikawa residence, the remnants of "the talk" she had just received from her parents making her cringe. Having dated Oikawa for quite some time now, this was not completely new territory for her and while she appreciated their parenting efforts, the thought of them having been privy to her dating life had always made her shudder.

The door finally opened and before she could open her mouth to speak, a weary-looking Oikawa swiftly gathered her into his arms, ushering both of them into his home as he did. "Ahhh Y/N-chan, finally! What took you so long?" He whined, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Reveling in the all-too familiar warmth that both of them had missed, she returned his hug with as much vigor. "Sorry, I got kinda held up back at home. Don't ask why."

Tightening his arms around his girlfriend, Oikawa brought his lips up to her ear, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. "I missed you, it's been too long."

"We see each other at school, Tooru," she teased, refraining herself from shuddering appreciatively at his hushed words.

Oikawa chuckled and lifted his head from her shoulder. Meeting her gaze, he smiled at her tenderly. "You know what I mean."

Despite the multitude of responsibilities he juggles on a daily, Oikawa does his utmost best to balance it with his relationship, yet there were still instances that neither of them could make time for the other. However, the perfect opportunity seemed to have presented itself with his parents embarking on an out-of-town trip for the weekend, and as it aligned with his scheduled day-off from his coaching duties at the Lil Tykes Volleyball Classroom, he was resolute on finally spending the weekend with her to make up for lost time.

And yes...he invited Y/N with every intention to show her just how much he missed her.

Leading her into his empty home, Y/N followed suit as Oikawa headed towards the kitchen. Observing him further as he moved about, she noticed something slightly amiss with his gait as he rummaged around to find her something to drink. "Hey Tooru, are you in any pain of some sort?"

"Well...a little," he admitted sheepishly as he handed her a glass of water. "I guess I was too excited that you were coming over, so I didn't get to properly stretch after training...my lower back kind of hurts."

Y/N sighed and shot him a narrowed look, recounting on all the times she reminded him to take extra care of himself. But, after hearing such an adorable reason, she couldn't bring herself to give him another long-winded lecture on the importance of self-care and instead, an idea came to her. "I think I might be able to help you out with that."

*****

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Oikawa watched as Y/N lit several scented candles scattered around his room. Joining him from where he sat atop his bed, she lit the last candle on his bedside table and shot him a gentle smile.

"Yeah, you've been working too hard lately. A massage is the least I can do for you."

The fragrance and gentle glow that emanated from the candles was starting to get to him, and while Oikawa admittedly thought of something naughty when she suggested to give him a massage, he felt himself starting to relax for the first time in a while. "Thanks, just when I thought I'd finally be able to spoil you, I ended up getting pampered instead."

"You need to let yourself be pampered every now and then. So anyway, can you take off your shirt and lie down on your stomach?"

Oikawa heeded her instructions and peeled off his shirt, providing her with a wonderful view of his toned torso. Now only clad in his boxers, Y/N immediately averted her gaze to stop herself from staring as she reached for a bottle of lotion. As Oikawa lay on his stomach, she couldn't help but marvel at the muscles that flexed on his shoulders as he readjusted his position.

Damn it, he's too beautiful, it's unfair. God, I don't know what I did to deserve a man like this but thank you so so much.

Finally composing herself, Y/N rubbed a dollop of lotion on her hands and proceeded to knead the skin on his back, applying an ample amount of pressure on his shoulder blades. As soon as she increased the pressure, he slightly flinched, causing her to cease her actions. "Sorry, did it hurt?"

Oikawa shook his head. "I'm good. Keep going."

Taking it as a signal to continue, Y/N began applying even more pressure as she moved her hands lower, her eyes transfixed on the smooth planes of muscle on his back. As soon as she reached the problem spot on his lower back, Oikawa grimaced. "Y-yeah right there. It really does kind of hurt so please be gentle."

"Got it." Heeding his instructions, she refocused her attention on his lower back, feeling just how tense his muscles were. After gently massaging the area, she slightly increased the pressure as she began using the balls of her wrists. All of a sudden, Oikawa let out an involuntary moan which caught Y/N off guard, her heart pounding rather intensely as her face began flaming up. Trying to purge the dirty thoughts that began to invade her mind, she steeled herself and continued the massage, and unfortunately for her, so did his moaning.

It was definitely starting to get to Y/N as she felt an all-too familiar tightening sensation in her core. As Oikawa continued to express just how much he enjoyed the massage, she fidgeted uncomfortably and forced herself to divert her attention from the growing wetness between her legs.

Am I seriously getting turned on by this? God, how creepy of me! Although in my defense, we haven't had sex and/or gotten intimate in a while, so maybe I'm just backed up? Ugh come on, Y/N, concentrate!

Trying as best as she can to ignore her growing arousal, Y/N forced herself to continue with the massage, however, as soon as her hands began kneading his sides, Oikawa let out a throaty groan of pleasure. "Yeah, there. Harder, please," he instructed, seemingly oblivious to how turned on she had gotten, much to her chagrin.

Y/N bit her lip and willed herself to calm down, but as his moans intensified, her hands' movements gradually became sloppy as she began to succumb to her growing desire. Having decided that enough was enough, she ceased her actions and groaned in frustration, taking in a lungful of air as she pressed her forehead on Oikawa's back.

He shifted slightly and craned his neck, prompting Y/N to lift her head and fixate her gaze on his. "What is it? Are you tired?" The innocence was palpable in his tone, but unbeknownst to Y/N, Oikawa had already caught on to what has gotten her bothered; however, he wanted to hear her actually say it.

She shook her head in response, portraying just how turned on she was by pressing kisses across his back. "You seriously have no idea, huh?"

Oikawa continued to feign innocence, however, his heart began thumping uncontrollably at how even more irresistible his girlfriend had gotten when she was upfront about her desires. "What do you mean, Y/N-chan?"

Swallowing hard at how unbelievably sexy her name sounded as it left his lips, she began leaving a trail of love bites and made her way towards his neck. "Truth is, I'm feeling kind of hot and bothered over here hearing you moan like that." Her lips continued their path as they finally reached the spot behind his ear. Oikawa's breathing hitched as she whimpered, earning a shudder from him. "Tooru...please?"

It was definitely more than what he bargained for, and unable to stave off his own desires, Oikawa had her pinned her down in a flash, his brown eyes darkening with lust as he looked her up and down. "Sorry, Y/N-chan. But what makes you think that I wouldn't know what turns my girlfriend on?"

Her eyes widened as she eventually caught on. "You...you did that on purpose!"

Throwing him the harshest glare that she could muster, it only fueled his desire to take her then and there, yet he held himself back, well-aware that his patience will be rewarded handsomely. "Let me make it up to you."

Oikawa's lips immediately went for her neck, his fingers sliding up underneath her shirt to caress the bare skin of her stomach. He lightly trailed his fingers across her midriff, the subtle contact a stark contrast to the relentless attack his lips made on her neck. Moaning at the sensations she craved for so long, Y/N's hips bucked from the bed, allowing Oikawa to get even closer to her.

With her legs spread wide open, he shuffled closer and pressed his growing erection against her thigh, her cheeks immediately heating up as she felt how hard he had gotten. She begged him to touch her elsewhere, but he made no attempt in doing so, his lips and fingers still remaining in the same spots.

He's still teasing me...! The nerve of this - 

Thoroughly frustrated, Y/N lifted his head from her neck and glared at him. "Just kiss me, damn it!" She forcefully pressed their lips together, taking Oikawa initially by surprise, but he returned her kiss with as much vigor. She opened her mouth willingly, allowing his tongue to enter and explore the entirety of her mouth.

The sopping noises their kisses made and their lustful moans filled every crevice of his bedroom. As Oikawa ground his hips even harder against hers, he began nibbling on her lower lip, causing her to slightly wince and pull away. Both their chests heaved, and Y/N took the opportunity to scan her eyes up and down his body as she licked her lips appreciatively, the toned muscles adorning his torso a manifestation of years of arduous training and hard work.

"Now this is unfair," Oikawa stated, causing Y/N to shiver at how unbelievably sexy his voice had gotten. He began pulling at the jean shorts she wore, his eyes mirroring the insurmountable desire in hers. "Take these off. I need to see you."

She immediately blushed as he drew back slightly, his expectant eyes keen on watching her every move. She couldn't help but notice how he was being a tad aggressive than usual, not that she minded in the very least. Too abashed to meet his gaze, Y/N proceeded to slowly discard every article of clothing she had and Oikawa felt himself grow even harder as she eventually laid bare beneath him.

The adoration and tenderness in his gaze was palpable as he looked her up and down; he couldn't seem to get used to how simply gorgeous she was, and this was all for him - only him - to see. Her eyes were still downcast, well-aware at how intense he looked at her. "Y/N-chan," he called out gently and brushed his lips against her cheek in an attempt to get her to look at him. "What are you suddenly getting so shy for?"

"D-don't make me say it, idiot!" She practically yelled out, hiding her reddened face from view as Oikawa merely chuckled at her flustered state.

"Can I touch you? I can, right?" He whispered in her ear, goosebumps prickling all over her skin. Unable to respond, Y/N managed to nod as she finally brought up her eyes to meet his. The desire in them which reflected his own - he couldn't help but shiver in pleasure as well. "Good girl," he praised, smiling down at her affectionately.

Joining their lips once more, the kiss they shared was unbearably sweet, their lips moving ardently with one another. Oikawa's slender fingers began to explore the entirety of her body, marveling at how soft her skin felt. He moved his lips along the path his fingers made, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Without heeding her any warning, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, the abrupt sensation a contrast to his gentle caresses, causing her to gasp. "T-tooru!"

Hearing her moan his name only encouraged him further as he brought up his free hand to toy with her other nipple. It was just too much, it felt too damn good that Y/N thought that she was about to lose it then and there, however, Oikawa was far from being done, his fingers eventually wandering down to her inner thigh. In anticipation for what's to come, she slightly raised her hips, granting him permission. At her gesture, he slowly slid one of his fingers inside, his eyes widening at how soaked she had become. "Did you like massaging me that much?"

Her fingers gripped his chestnut brown locks, the overwhelming amount of pleasure too great to bear as she struggled to reply in-between gasps. "C-can you blame me? It's been a while since we-"

"Yeah, I know. I could say the same." Slipping another finger in, Oikawa began stroking her insides, his lips once more joining with hers as he swallowed the high-pitched moans she let out. She was unbelievably warm and tight, the wetness that clung to his fingers making his shaft throb rather painfully. Fighting with the urge to simply put it in, he took his time to stretch her out in preparation.

His fingers' ministrations had only intensified as he eventually began caressing her sweet spot, her entire body beginning to shake at the relentless pleasure he gave her. Y/N's hips began to involuntarily thrust with his fingers' movements, allowing them to go even deeper.

"T-Tooru.. I'm close...!" She gasped out, her insides tightening further as he mercilessly stroked her harder. However, Oikawa abruptly retracted his fingers, denying her of her long-awaited release. Y/N looked at him incredulously as her chest heaved, her eyes welling up with tears due to pleasure and frustration. "Why did you stop?"

"Sorry. I'm sorry," he cooed as he smoothed her hair away from her face, his lips pecking hers gently. "I can't let you come, not just yet. I can make you feel good even more."

Oikawa's hushed words held so much promise for what's to come. However, still reeling from the aftermath of his relentless teasing, Y/N decided to retaliate as she reached for the waistband of his boxers. In one smooth motion, she slipped her hand inside and stroked his length, shivering in pleasure as she felt just how aroused he was.

"A-Ahh...no, Y/N-chan. Don't!" Oikawa whimpered, his head falling onto her shoulder to stifle the lewd noises he made. He made no move to stop her though, and hearing him gasping in her ear only encouraged her further as she was resolute on pleasuring him this time. Quickening her hand's movements, Y/N began pumping harder, Oikawa's hips involuntarily jerking towards her.

She could tell that he was close. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his body beginning to tremble at the sensations she induced in him. Running her thumb across the tip, he groaned in response, his lips making their way to her ear. "I-I'm close. Please stop...!"

"I don't think you really want that," she retorted playfully, completely lost in her own passion as she witnessed him becoming undone. "It's fine. Just come, Tooru."

Her words seemed to have finally pushed him over the edge and with a few quick strokes, he finally came, spilling himself onto her hand. He looked breathtaking as he did; his usually tousled hair now disheveled, his eyes squeezed shut, and his bottom lip in his teeth as he tried to hold back the lewd sounds he was making. Seeing him completely engulfed in his passion was a stark contrast to his usual flippant persona; it was one of the reasons why Y/N truly treasured such raw moments with him.

Panting slightly as he came down from his high, Oikawa recollected himself and reached for a towel, hastily wiping her hand clean. "Seriously, my girlfriend is such a handful."

"I don't know if you intended that pun, but you're welcome," she cheekily responded, wrapping her arms around Oikawa and pulling him close to her. They shared a brief moment of much-needed tranquility, listening to each other's steady heartbeats as they held one another. "I love you, Tooru."

He had heard those words countless times now, yet it still managed to make his heart race, making it always seem like he was hearing it for the first time. "I love you too, Y/N-chan. But I'm afraid to say that we're far from done."

"I was hoping you'd say that," she giggled as she noticed him growing hard once more. Pecking her lips, Oikawa reached for his drawer and rummaged around for a condom. He grabbed one and proceeded to put it on, pulling Y/N up to a sitting position once he was fully sheathed. Leaning back on the headboard, he pulled her onto his lap, helping her adjust her position as she straddled him.

Oikawa grinned mischievously as he smoothed her hair away from her face, his hands proceeding to gently grip her waist to provide support. "You wanted to reward me for working hard, right? How about you be on top tonight?"

Y/N audibly gulped. His offer was definitely appealing, however, a thought had occurred to her amid her muddled state-of-mind. "Wait, how about your back? Won't it hurt more?"

"You're here naked before me, ready to take me in. I can't be bothered about something as trivial as that."

Oikawa's blunt statement caused her breathing to hitch, her heart close to bursting at the raw passion and need it conveyed. Smirking slightly at her flustered state, he leant back and looked at her expectantly, making no attempt to move whatsoever. It didn't take long for Y/N to catch on to what he was expecting her to do.

Ugh, he's really being a bit mean tonight. Well...no complaints over here, though.

Oikawa watched as she tried to position herself, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. Lifting her hips up slightly, Y/N proceeded to lower herself onto him, unable to control the moans that slipped from her lips as she slowly adjusted to his girth. He bit his lip as she continued to take him in, the breathtaking sight pushing him on the verge of coming once more.

Shit...this is too hot.

With a thrust of her hips, Oikawa finally entered her, both of them moaning in pleasure at the sensation of him reaching the deepest parts of her. Y/N panted, her hips shifting as she lets herself become accustomed to the intrusion of his length. It had been a while after all, and she still couldn't seem to get used to how he manages to fit inside her given his rather remarkable size.

"Ugh...shit. Y/N-chan, are you okay?" Oikawa gasped out, peering at her in concern.

"Y-yeah, give me a sec." She shifted about on his lap, allowing him to reach even deeper spots inside her. Urgently joining their lips together, Y/N proceeded to take the lead as she thrust her hips, both of them swallowing each other's moans. It was uncomfortable at first, but the pleasure of their joined bodies overwhelmed both of their senses. In-between kisses, Oikawa took the opportunity to take the sight of his significant other before him, his own eyes beginning to well up with tears at the passion and love he felt for her.

"Tooru...can you go harder too?" She whimpered, the movement of her hips becoming more urgent and abrupt.

There's nothing that he would want more than to abide by her request and make a mess out of her. But, gathering all the willpower that he could muster, he shook his head in defiance. "N-no, we haven't done it in a while, I don't want to hurt you."

Completely overwhelmed with lust, Y/N stilled her movements and whispered directly into his ear. "Yeah that's right, we haven't done it in a while. So stop holding back and compensate me for it."

It was all the confirmation Oikawa needed as he felt himself grow even harder inside her. Something snapped in him as he smirked mischievously, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. "Saying things like that to rile me up, what am I going to do with you?"

Y/N barely had any time to process his words as Oikawa pushed her down once more. With their positions reversed, he made no move to pull out as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to go even deeper than before. She yelped at the sudden sensation, her hands seeking out his neck to pull him closer to her. The overwhelming amount of pleasure had almost rendered her speechless as tears began to spill from her eyes. "This is what you wanted, right?" Oikawa questioned breathlessly, his hips snapping forward.

It was indescribable. Thrusting rhythmically, they succumbed to the passion as they continued to make love and pretty soon, Y/N felt her release fast-approaching once more. "T-tooru, I'm...wait!"

"Sorry, Y/N-chan. It's too late for that!" He increased his pace and began thrusting wilder then ever before, her legs tightening around his waist as her fingernails scraped across his back. It seemed like it hurt, but it only encouraged Oikawa further as he continued to make love to her relentlessly, showering her face and neck with kisses as he did.

They exchanged whispered words that affirmed their love for each other, and it wasn't long before he felt his own release building up as well. "T-tooru...!" She gasped, completely overcome with the ecstasy she felt. Gritting his teeth, he locked his gaze with hers and watched as she finally climaxed, her eyes squeezing shut as she thrust her hips along with his, riding out her release.

The sight of her coming undone below him, it was just too much. Oikawa gasped out her name as he did one final thrust, moaning uncontrollably as he felt himself coming as well. He couldn't help but collapse on top of her, the after-effects of the passion they shared evident in their languid bodies. He lifted his head and found Y/N smiling fondly at him, a dazed yet utterly adorable expression on her face. Returning her smile with a dopey one of his own, Oikawa proceeded to shower her face with kisses as he slowly pulled out of her.

As Y/N laid on his bed, her mind and body still reeling from the mind blowing sex they had just experienced, Oikawa grabbed some clean towels and proceeded to carefully clean her as he followed suit. He gently lifted and laid her next to him, throwing the covers over their naked bodies as they snuggled closer to each other. "Thank you, Tooru," she murmured appreciatively, his arms wrapping around her.

Despite their earlier passion, Oikawa couldn't help the feelings of guilt that started to well up within him. "Y/N-chan, I'm really sorry that I couldn't make enough time for you. But I promise that I'll keep on making an effort, who knows when we'd have another chance like this?"

Her heart clenched. She knew that his previous break-up was still fresh in his mind, and it was one of the reasons that drove Oikawa to near desperation in always making time for Y/N, fearing that she would eventually break up with him for the same reason. But, she didn't want that tying him down, especially seeing how much passion he had for volleyball and how much he worked harder than anyone else; she would want nothing more than to help him understand that.

Y/N reached over and tenderly swept his hair away from his face, his brown eyes wavering as they peered at her. "Of course there are times that I miss you. But you do your thing because you love it and you work harder than anyone else I know, so I just can't take that away from you. Seeing you work hard and do your best - if it makes you happy, then I'm happy too."

Oikawa's eyes widened as he digested Y/N's reassuring words, his heart overwhelmed with how much love he felt for her. "Y/N-chan..." He managed to choke out, completely at a loss on what to say.

I don't know what I did to deserve someone like her but thank You, whoever You are, for bringing her to me.

"But I swear to God, Oikawa Tooru. You better take extra care of yourself, alright? Or else I'm really going to kill you."

Oikawa couldn't help but let out a carefree laugh at her threat. Pulling his most precious person closer into his arms, he placed a gentle kiss atop her pouted lips. "Okay, okay. I'll keep that in mind."

[fanmoose12]

Hello, I just discovered your writings days ago and I totally enjoyed it! You are such a good writer. I read the High School Teacher Levi and have some thoughts. Hange has injured in one of her expedition and decided to teach in the school for a while. (Maybe geography). And I have 2 thoughts. 1. Levi is being jealous as Hange enjoyed to teach the students and sometimes ignored him. 2. Levi is overprotective towards Hange because he don't want her to get hurt and wish to keep her safe.

Levi barely stopped himself from cursing out loud, when he walked into Hange’s temporarily classroom, and found seven brats sitting inside. And no sign of his wife.

“Mister Ackerman!” Eren greeted, cheerful as always. “What brings you here?”

Levi pitched the bridge of his nose. Really, what could possibly bring him to the classroom, where his fucking wife was teaching lessons?

“You’re looking for Missis Zoe, right?” Marco asked.

“Of course, I am. Where is she?”

“Oh, she, Ymir and Historia went to cafeteria,” Connie explained.

“They are preparing tea for us!” Sasha added.

Levi closed his eyes, feeling annoyance stir inside him. So the damn brats are receiving tea from Hange? When was the last time she had prepared tea for him?

“What are you doing here anyway?” Levi asked, crossing hands on his chest. “The classes ended two hours ago.”

“Well, Missis Zoe started telling us about her last expedition,” Jean answered. “And she got kind of carried away.”

Of course, Levi should have expected as much. Hange loved talking about her work. And she could do that for hours. Levi had experienced that first-hand.

“And why are all of you still here? I mean, I get why Arlert would be interested in her scientific blabbering, but all of you?” Levi gave each kid a critical look. “How have I missed the moment, where all of you became so interested in history?”

“Missis Zoe’s stories are really interesting!” Eren answered.

“And she is hilarious!” Connie said with a smile.

“And she shares her cookies with us!” Sasha exclaimed.

Levi sighed. “Go home, all of you. Han— Er, I mean, Missis Zoe needs to rest after a long day of work. And so do you.”

“B-but!” Jean protested. “What about the end of the story?”

“And the tea she is making for us?” Eren asked.

“The cafeteria is still open,” Levi reluctantly offered. “You can drink your stupid tea there. But!” he glared at his students. “Don’t you dare make a mess there.”

“Thank you, sir!” all children simultaneously said, smiling at their teacher.

“Yeah, yeah,” Levi grumbled. “If you see Missis Zoe, tell her I’m waiting for her in the classroom.”

“Of course,” Mikasa promised, before exiting the classroom and closing the door after herself.

Levi sighed once more, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. Thinking what the fuck was wrong with his wife.

That shit had been going on for almost a month. Ever since Hange had unexpectedly returned from her expedition. It turned out that she came back earlier because of the leg trauma. She couldn’t continue with her work, until her leg healed, so Erwin offered her his place at school, while he went on his well- deserved vacation. And so, almost daily Hange was staying at school after classes, talking with students about her work or showing them her latest discoveries.

Needless to say, Levi was starting to get tired of it.

When Hange started to work at the school, Levi foolishly decided that they would start spending more time together. She was absent for almost two years, and, well, Levi missed her. A lot. And for some stupid reason, he thought that Hange was missing him just as badly.

Well, it looked like he was wrong about that.

Levi opened his eyes, as he heard the door open and Hange walk in.

“Levi!” she smiled, taking a few steps closer and swiftly kissing his cheek.

Levi scowled, as he saw that Hange was slightly limping.

“Idiot,” he scolded, pushing her down to the nearest chair. He kneeled in front of Hange and rolled her pants, revealing a swollen and red ankle. Of course. Just as he had expected. “What kind of a shithead are you, Hange?” Levi continued to curse, as he started to gently massage her leg.

“I’m sorry, sorry!” Hange scratched her head in embarrassment. “But I honestly didn’t feel the pain!”

“Erwin gave you this job, so you could get some rest, not run around the school, following those brats.”

“Yes, I know,” Hange rolled her eyes. “I’ll try to take it easy, don’t worry.”

“You always say that,” Levi glared at her. “But you never actually pay attention to what I say!”

“Huh?” Hange gave him a confused look. “What are you talking about?”

Levi shook his head, hiding his eyes behind his hair. “Nothing, forget it. Let’s go home.”

“Wait,” Hange grabbed his sleeve, stopping him from rising to his feet. “Is there something that bothers you?”

“I’m fine,” Levi still refused to meet Hange’s eyes.

“Levi,” Hange pressed. “I can see that something is wrong. Just tell me.”

“There is nothing to tell!” Levi pulled his hand from Hange’s grasp. He got to his feet and started to pace around the classroom. “I told you everything is fine!”

“You’ve always been a terrible liar, you know that?” Hange walked up to him and gently squeezed his shoulder. Once again, Levi turned his face away from her, so Hange put her hands onto his cheeks, making him look right into her eyes. “Talk to me, Levi.”

“You want to talk?” Levi asked angrily. “Fine, let’s talk!” he took a few steps away from Hange, unable to look into her worried eyes.

“You’ve been away for almost two years,” he began. “You came to visit only on holidays and birthdays and I was… I was fine with that. I know your job is important and I know how much you love it. So I said nothing, even though I missed you like crazy. But then you’ve returned and started working here, and I was actually happy. I thought… I thought we would be spending more time together and all that shit. But even though we’re working at the same school, I still almost never see you. You are either talking with students or busy checking their tests. And as soon as we come home, you go to bed, because you’re so exhausted. I just…” Levi sighed, sitting down and looking at Hange with sad eyes. “I miss you, Hange. I miss you every day, and I’m getting tired of it.”

As soon as he finished his speech, Levi lowered his head, rubbing at his face. It was quiet for a long moment, and he almost opened his mouth to tell Hange to forget about it, to ignore his stupid outburst, but then he heard the quiet shuffling of her feet.

“I didn’t know that you feel this way…” Hange whispered, carefully laying her hands on his knees. Levi raised his head to look at her, and his eyes widened, as he saw tears in the corners of Hange’s eyes. “But I’m sorry, Levi, I really am sorry for ignoring you and making you feel unloved and—”

“It’s fine,” Levi tried to protest.

“No, it’s not,” Hange shook her head, tears now freely streaming down her cheeks. “It’s not fine, Levi. You shouldn’t feel this way, b-but I’ll try to be better. I’ll try to work less and spend more time with you. We can start going on our weekend dates, as we did before, and I’ll cancel my next expedition—”  

“You don’t have to do this, Hange,” Levi argued. “You don’t have to neglect your work just because I feel sad or lonely. I know how important it is to you.”

“My work is important to me,” Hange agreed. “And I love it and it makes me really happy. But Levi,” Hange smiled through her tears, taking Levi’s hand into hers and kissing his knuckles. “Nothing is more important to me than you and our marriage. I know that I haven’t really shown it, but I love you and I want you to be happy.”

“And will you be happy?” Levi asked, his expression unusually open and vulnerable. “Won’t you get bored of me?”

Hange chuckled. “How can you say that? My dear, sweet Levi, I will never get bored of you. Your jokes about feces and your obviously unhealthy obsession with cleanliness will never cease to amuse me!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Levi rolled his eyes at her antics. “Alright, I get it.”

“And you have the most adorable face!” Hange continued, paying no attention to Levi’s embarrassment. “Oh, and don’t get me started on your body! I just adore your abs, and your voice is so sexy—”

“Jesus Christ, Hange, shut the fuck up!” Levi hid his face in his hands, his cheeks redder than a tomato.

Hange burst out laughing. She got to her feet, pressing Levi’s face to her chest. “My, my,” she shook her head in amusement. “We’ve been married for six years, but teasing you is still so fun!”

Levi picked at Hange through his fingers. “You’re an extremely vile and cruel woman, Hange, had anyone tell you that?”

“Mm, maybe,” she smirked slyly, leaning closer to Levi’s face. “But what are you going to do about that? Will you punish me?”

Their faces were so close now, only centimeters apart. Levi looked deeply into Hange’s eyes, which were sparkling with mischief. Then his gaze darted to her lips. His breath caught in his throat, when Hange involuntarily licked her lips, that damned smirk still plastered on her face.

He growled quietly and surged forward, claiming her lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. Hange answered him with the same fervor and eagerness. Without breaking the kiss, she sat down on his lap, her hands circling around his neck. Hange put her hands into his hair, tugging slightly at the longer strands of it.

Levi didn’t even register his moan, only Hange’s quiet, but very satisfied giggle.

“The brats,” Levi whispered, when they broke apart to get some air.

“Huh?” Hange’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What did you say?”

“The brats,” Levi repeated, more insistent this time. “They are still in school.”

“Oh?” the smirk returned to Hange’s lips. “Do you want to go into some closet and make out there?”

Levi gave her a flat look. “How old are you again, four-eyes? I was marrying an adult woman, you know, not a horny teenager.”

“Oh, come on!” Hange whined. “It will be fun! And exciting!”

“And what if someone catches us?”

“It will be hilarious!” Hange exclaimed with happy smile. “Oh my god, can you imagine if Nile catches us? He’ll get a heart attack!”

Levi’s mind immediately supplied him that image. He and Hange, panting heavily, their clothes half-undone, hair messy and cheeks red from excursion. And Nile fucking Dawk who is staring at them with wide, terrified eyes.

Well, Levi couldn’t lie – he found that image to be quite amusing.

“Fine,” Levi rolled his eyes, hiding a little smirk on his lips. He wrapped his hands around Hange, getting to his feet and lifting her up. “But keep quiet.”

“I can’t promise that,” Hange chucked. “We haven’t done in quite some time, after all. But!” she smiled, seeing Levi’s annoyed expression. “For you, my dear husband, I’ll try.”

[collecting-stories]

Lover - Daryl Dixon

A/N: A Companion piece to Small Talk. For @ohmagawd-life

My heart’s been borrowed and your’s has been blue,                                 all’s well that ends well to end up with you. - Lover, Taylor Swift

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The Atlanta Camp

“It’s just the underneath bit.” You explained, holding out the razor for Daryl to take.  

He looked skeptically between you and the blade, “Carol’s got short hair, ask her to cut it.”  

You bit the inside of you lip nervously, trying to figure out how best to word what you wanted to say. In hindsight you’d only know Daryl a handful of weeks, if you really counted up the time since he and his brother arrived at camp. And in that amount of time you’d spoken to him maybe twice. Both times just asking a question about something menial and having him answer instead of Shane. “I like Carol a lot,” you began, inwardly cringing, “I just trust you more.”  

“Ya trust me?” Daryl seemed surprised. “Ya don’t me from Adam.”  

True. You knew only a handful of things about him and not enough to fully trust him not to slice your neck open but the undercut you’d gotten just before finding out the world was ending was growing out and bothering you every time you swiped your hand over it.  

Besides, in all honest, ever since he and his brother had joined up with the camp you’d been trying to think of a good reason to talk to him. Sitting on the RV and watching him all day was starting to make you feel like a creep but every time you even thought about going over and chatting him up you felt your whole body go into shock. But Lori had given you her razor upon request and you decided it was now or never. Out of everyone here you would bet he had the steadiest hand and he didn’t seem homicidal.  

“Will you shave it for me or not?” You stretched your hand further, waving the razor for him to take.  

Daryl reached up, snatching it out of your hand and motioning for you to sit in front of him on the log he was occupying. He and his brother had set up camp with the rest of you but had kept themselves at a short distance, a way of saying they didn’t want to be part of whatever Kumbaya circle Shane was trying to coerce. You settled on to the log in front of him, your thighs brushing against his knees. He held his hand out and when you didn’t move his tapped your side.  

“What?”  

“Got a hair tie?”

“Right.” You nodded, getting flustered all of the sudden, “sure.” Well, not all of the sudden, you felt flustered around Daryl on a daily basis.  

Daryl held the handle of the razor in his mouth while his hands gathered up your hair, combing through it and scratching just slightly at your scalp. When you were younger your mom used to do your hair all the time and it was something you missed dearly, the feeling of someone playing with your hair. He pushed on the back of your neck gently to get you to lean forward and then took the water bottle from his side, wetting his hand before running it over the short hairs that had grown in on your undercut.  

“Oh, hold on!” You grabbed at the the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and laying it on the log in front of you. “There.”

It was only your back but Daryl’s whole face turned red, eyes wandering down the expanse of skin now on display to him. In his head he could hear Merle sharing some choice words about seeing you without a top on, even if the sports bra you were wearing covered everything.  

“I don’t wanna get hair on my shirt...I hate when it pricks you.”  

“Why’d ya cut yer hair like this?” He asked, the first gradual swipe of the razor tickling the nape of your neck. You bit your lip to keep from jerking at the action.  

“Dunno.” You shrugged, “saw it on Pinterest and thought it was cute.”  

“What’s that?”  

“Pinterest?”  

He hummed a yes.  

“It’s like an app for people to post a bunch of crafty stuff...although if you go far enough down the Pinterest rabbit hole you can find porn too.” You laughed.  

“Ya use it for that?” Daryl asked, face a bit flush though you couldn’t see it. Merle had told him once that any girl who admitted to liking porn was automatically a slut but he’d really never thought of you that way, you always seemed a little naive. Maybe even innocent was the word he wanted. Though the argument could be had that he didn’t know you all that well. Watching you half patrol/half sunbathe on Dale’s RV every day wasn’t exactly getting to know you.  

“Sometimes,” you shrugged. “Mostly just classroom ideas, homemade soaps and shit, and the odd cookie recipe. Too bad we’re out here, I could’ve baked you something.”  

“For what?” He asked. “I ain’t done anything.”

“Well that’s not true. Nobody else might admit it, too busy kissing Shane’s ass, but we’d surely have starved without you.”  

Daryl hummed but didn’t reply. You couldn’t see it but his cheeks were red with embarrassment at being complimented.  

“Guess I shouldn’t leave Merle out huh?” You asked. When you turned you head to look at Daryl he caught it, guiding you back to face forward and tapping the razor against the base of your neck.  

“Won’t tell ‘em.” He promised, “now stay there or I’ll be slicing ya.”  

“Sorry.”  

Another swipe of the blade and you felt his free hand against your shoulder, thumb rubbing over a particularly sore muscle. “Ya got a knot here.” He mentioned, changing the subject for the sake of not saying something to embarrass himself.  

“I think I pulled it when I was on that run with Glenn.” You explained. He knew which run you were talking about, it was a wonder you hadn’t dislocated your shoulder or worse. Both of you had been caught off guard by a closet you didn’t think to check and you’d almost had a bite taken out of you. “Hey, thanks again for doing this.”  

“Didn’t give me much of a choice.” Daryl commented though he wouldn’t have refused.  

“Well, I trust you the most to have a steady hand.” You explained. “Plus we haven’t really hung out with each other yet.”  

“Not really the ‘hanging out’ type.” Daryl replied. “Ain’t gonna braid yer hair and gossip about shit.”  

You smiled as you felt him brush the stray hairs off your neck and shoulders, blowing on your skin and raising goosebumps. “I don’t know,” you mused, “I’m having a pretty good time right now.”  

“Ya want this back?” Daryl asked, holding out the razor for you and ignoring your comment.  

“Yeah, Lori wanted to use it when I was done.” You took the razor back and slipped into your pocket, “something about shaving her legs.”  

You hadn’t pulled your shirt back on yet and, in the interest of keeping you here just a tiny bit longer, Daryl ran his hand over the sore part of your shoulder again. “I can get rid a the knot if ya want?” The phrasing sounded awkward, he wasn’t quite sure how to ask if you would stay and if he could touch you and if you would spend more time with him.  

“Okay,” you nodded, adjusting the way you were sitting so you were just a little closer to him. You closed your eyes, trying to take calming breathes that didn’t make you sound like you were having a panic attack as you felt his hands on you. His were definitely the hands of someone who did manual labour for a living. Hunting, working on cars, everything he seemed to be good at revolved around using his hands and you were definitely adding  massages to the list. He knew how to work out a knot.  

Daryl’s hands traveled away from the spot eventually, easing across your upper back and down to the base of your spine where a particularly painful muscle had you unable to sleep. He’d noticed you a couple times, sitting outside on the picnic bench while everyone was asleep. He’d been on watch the first night when you crept out of your tent.  

“Is there a knot there?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at him.  

He pressed his fingers against the soft bit of extra fat that cling to your hips. Apocalypse be damned, you still couldn’t shake all the weight. “Right here.” He nodded.  

“I was worried it was my sciatica or something serious.” You replied, ever the hypochondriac.  

“It’s just a knot.”  

“I can feel it all the way down my leg sometimes.”  

Without thinking, cause if he had he would be horrified, Daryl slid his hand down from your back, brushing along the back of your thigh. “Down here?”  

“Yeah, that’d be it.” You nodded, heat rising to your face.  

“Might be a muscle ya pulled, same as yer shoulder.” He shrugged, hand returning to your back as he started kneading the flesh there. He could feel his left hand cramping but he ignored it, hesitant to give up the opportunity just to be this close to you. He could feel the warmth and softness of your skin beneath his hands and if he stopped now he was afraid he’d never get this chance again.  

-

Hershel’s Farm

“All the houses had paths to the street, but the last house in the row had a path obviously more trampled than the others-“

“Ya know I can read right?” Daryl asked, sitting up a little more in the bed Hershel had given him for the night.  

When Shane and Rick has half carried him into the farmhouse it had taken everything in you not to shove that stupid rifle down Andrea’s throat. To keep yourself from having a possible breakdown you’d offered to help Hershel in whatever way you could. And now that he was awake and eating you had continued to play nurse to Daryl, reading to him from one of Dale’s books while you both had dinner.  

“I don’t know that.” You replied, smiling when he swatted at you. “Stop!”  

“Don’t be smart with me, I almost died.”  

“Thought you said it was nothing.” You mocked the southern twang of his voice as you spoke.  

“It was,” he grinned, “till I shot myself with an arrow and Andrea tried ta kill me.”  

“It’s her community service for the month.” You teased, laughing when he swatted you again. “Stop hitting me Dixon.” You crawled down the bed till you were as far away as possible.  

“Come here.”  

“Why?”  

“Cause, come ‘ere.” He waved you towards him and you shook your head.  

“What do you want?”  

“I want ya ta come ‘ere.”  

You stood up on the mattress, careful of stepping the wrong way and falling on him. You had once, at the CDC, you nabbed one of the bottles of jack and taken it to Daryl’s room in an attempt to spend some time with him. He was a hard person to read and you could practically feel him shutting down after Merle went missing, presumably dead.  

Jacqui and Andrea has both told you that you were being desperate but you’d been trying to get Daryl to talk to you for weeks and you’d be damned if all that progress was going to be lost over Merle.  

Once you were close enough to him that he could reach you Daryl grabbed your ankle, pulling you down, almost onto his lap.  

“How many pain killers did Hershel give you?” You asked, smiling. You ran your fingers just below the gauze on his head, brushing some short pieces of hair behind his ear.  

“Why?”

“Cause you’re being awfully sweet to me. Usually I gotta work hard for this much affection.” You commented.  

“Sorry about that.” Daryl replied, unsure what else to say at the confession. He wasn’t an easy person to put up with and he knew it.  

“That’s okay, it’s worth it.” You replied, kissing him on the bridge of his nose.  

“What were ya reading anyway?”  

“The Bourne Identity. My dad used to watch the movies all the time, he was quite the Matt Damon fan.”  

Daryl tried to lean forward, groaning at the shock of pain that went through his side from stretching. You followed the stretch of his arm and crawled down the bed enough to reach the book you had been reading earlier.  

“You’re gonna let me read to you?” You asked, smiling at him.  

“Beats laying here alone.” Daryl shrugged, easing back to lay down.  

“Ya know,” you started, leaning close to him again, “It’s good what you’re doing, for Carol. Trying to find Sophia.” 

“Shane and Rick are doing the same.” He shrugged. 

“No.” You shook your head and leaned even closer, pressing a kiss to his lips, “it’s more than that Daryl, you’re a good man.”

“Yer just saying that cause I’m letting ya read.”

You smiled, “is it working?” 

“Read yer book.” He replied, face flushed red. 

“It belonged to an Englishman who had come to Port Noir eight years before under circumstances no one understood or cared to; he was a doctor and the waterfront had need of a doctor-“  

-

The Prison

“I feel like everyone is coupling up,” Karen mentioned, wiping sweat off her forehead as she stood at the fence with you and Sasha. “I mean, I’ve seen the way that new guy looks at you.”

“Who?” Sasha asked, “Bob?”  

“Yeah. And your brother has been laying it on pretty thick lately.” Karen looked over at you as you stepped back from the fence, “you’re the only one besides Carol that doesn’t have someone trying to chase your skirt.”  

“Her?” Sasha laughed, “she’s with Daryl.”  

“I’m not with Daryl.” You laughed, “we’re just-“

“Your just always together. And you take the same night watches and you share a cell and so help anyone who tries to hold your attention when he’s even in eyesight because your mind is wandering.” Sasha laughed, “you’re doing it right now.”

“I am not!”  

“Oh really, what are you thinking about?”  

You felt your face heat up at her question and shook your head, “nothing.”

“Wait, wait, you and Dixon? Really?” Karen asked, eyes wide at the information. “How did I not know about this?”  

“They try to keep it hush hush.” Sasha replied, “I had my suspicions and then I caught them in one of the empty corridors together.” She grinned and bumped your hip.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, biting your lip to hide a smile.  

Before Karen could reply your name was called. All three of you turned your heads to see Daryl standing there on the jail side of the fence. Sasha nudged you, knowing grin in place as you walked over to where he was standing, out of earshot from the two.  

“Hey.”

“Yer on watch with me tonight.” Daryl said, glancing over your shoulder to where Sasha and Karen were watching you. “What’s with them?”

“Sasha told Karen we’re together.” You mentioned, looking back at them briefly.  

Daryl was quiet for a minute, looking back to you and chewing anxiously on his thumb. He wasn’t sure exactly how he felt about Sasha telling people you were together, if that’s even what you were. He really wasn’t good at things like relationships.  

“I’ll see you tonight?” Your fingers curled around the fence chain and Daryl brushed his knuckles against yours, his eyes soft as he looked at you.  

“Yeah, see ya tonight.”

-

Alexandria

The shower curtain was pushed aside and you looked over, smiling as you stepped out from beneath the spray of warm water so that Daryl could fit in. The small bathroom in the basement had all the necessities required though the shower stall was the size of one that you might find in a locker room, hardly big enough for two.  

Once he was in the shower the curtain was pulled shut again and before he could say anything you spit a mouthful of water at the wall just behind his head. “Would ya quit doing that.” He grumbled. He leaned back under the spray of water, ignoring your laughter.  

“Lighten up.” You teased. As you reached passed him to grab the shampoo off the hanging shelf you placed a quick kiss on his cheek. Before you could step away from him Daryl had his arm around you waist and he guiding you away from the water, toward the tiled wall behind you. “No! Daryl!” You squealed. Despite the warmth of the shower the tiles remained ice cold, especially when the temperature dropped like it had tonight. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but it was futile and in no time at all your bare back was pressed against the cold tile of the shower stall. “Oh my god it’s freezing! You jerk!”  

“That’s what ya get, spitting at me all the time.” He shrugged. Daryl let you go, stepping back again and grinning as you crowded into his space, trying to regain some warmth after the cold shock.  

“And here I was gonna be nice and wash your hair for you.” At the mention of the task Daryl grimaced and tried to get a look at the shampoo that had fallen to the ground in the scuffle.  

“I don’t want any a that floral shit Tara brought back.” He replied.  

Just last week he’d used the shampoo Tara found on a run. It’d been the only thing available but it smelled like vanilla and peonies and Daryl had bitched about the scent attracting bugs until you washed his hair out using the backyard hose and a bar of soap.

“Ya wouldn’t be laughing if ya was getting bit by green flies all day.” He’d grumbled when you had teased him over the ordeal.  

Today, when he brought it up, you only rolled your eyes. “It’s not floral. Promise.” With a hand on his hip keep you steady you squatted down on the shower floor and grabbed the bottle of shampoo. A briefly precarious position, you left a kiss on his hip, just by your hand, before standing up and waving the bottle at him.  

“Fine.”  

“I said I’m not doing it anymore cause you were mean to me, remember? You gotta wash your own hair.” You pointed out.  

If there was anything unexpected to be learned about Daryl it was that he liked when other people, or just you, the theory hadn’t been tested, washed his hair. He liked the feeling of your short nails scratching gently against his scalp as you massaged shampoo in to it and he even liked when you insisted on brushing his hair, though he enjoyed fighting you on it.  

“Fine,” Daryl replied but when he reached for the shampoo you held it away from him. He rolled his eyes, you were full of empty threats. It was once a day you would tell him something in mock seriousness only to take it back moments later.  

“Turn around.” You motioned spinning with your finger as if he needed the direction.  

There was a long pause after he turned around and stepped back from the spray, crowding your space in the shower stall. Daryl turned just enough to see you, giving your thigh a light slap to get your attention. “We don’t got all night.”  

“Sorry,” you met his eyes and smiled, “I was admiring the view.”  

Daryl turned back around without a word, glad the water was so warm cause it made the red of his cheeks indiscernible from warmth to embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time you’d casually offered a compliment to him but he still got just as flustered. He felt you kiss the base of his neck and then you were running your hands through his hair, lathering shampoo on.  

“Have you ever had lice?” You asked.  

“Why?”  

“I used to work in a school, kids used to get lice all the time. Just thought about it, don’t know why.” You shrugged. Sometimes little things like washing hair or reading a book reminded you of the life you led before this.  

“Nah, ya gotta have clean hair for that.”  

“Makes sense...pretty sure you’re allergic to soap.” You mused.  

“I’m in the shower ain’t I?”  

“Cause you wanna wash off or cause I’m in here and I’m naked?”  

He turned fully, grinning as he stepped into the water and tilted his head to rinse the shampoo out of his hair. He’d be perfectly fine out there in the woods, no fancy shit like showers and stoves and beds, but he also liked the attention you paid him far more than he’d care to admit. He didn’t care if it was here or sitting on the porch fully clothed, any attention he got from you was eagerly accepted.  

“I’m good enough ta put up with ya.” Daryl replied. “With yer constant talkin’ and pestering me.”  

You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself closer so that you could kiss him. His hands went to your waist, keeping you steady on the wet tiles while he kissed you back. He was never really one for things like that before. Probably could have gone his whole life not kissing anybody. There was something entirely infectious about you though and Daryl had trouble going a whole day without at least one kiss.  

He would settle for a kiss placed on his forehead or cheek when everyone else was around and you didn’t want to draw too much attention to the affection you had for him. But he was particularly fond of moments like this, when you were alone together.  

“I love you too.” You finally replied, one more kiss and then you pulled away, “guess we should get out of the shower?”  

Daryl hummed, turning to switch off the water as you stepped out of the small bathroom. The towels had been leftover from whoever originally intended on living in this house, mismatched beach towels in the basement while all the other bathrooms were coordinated. You didn’t mind, happy to be sequestered in the basement with Daryl instead of up on the second floor with Rick, Michonne, Carl, Judith, and Carol. Besides, you could deny that you enjoyed watching Daryl dry off with a fluffy striped towel meant to look like watermelon.  

All the amenities still felt odd. Just the feel of warm water was something you weren’t used to. You wrapped your towel around yourself and hopped up to sit on the counter, watching as Daryl dried off.  

“Hey,” you smiled when he looked over at you, pulling the towel off his head. “Come here.” You extended your leg, your foot brushing against his thigh.  

“What?” He asked, “I’m getting dressed.”  

“Come here.” You insisted.  

He moved away from you, grabbing the pair of sweatpants that were hanging on the back of the door and pulling them on. Both of you had a habit of cluttering the hooks on the bathroom door with your pyjamas. He took your shorts and camisole down and tossed them to you, though you made no move to put them on. Still waiting for him to pay attention to you.  

“Daryl,” you whined slightly, leaning forward so you could still see him from your place on the bathroom counter.  

“What?” He stopped what he was doing, turning away from the bed he was clearing off to look at you.  

“Come here.” You repeated.  

“Why?” He asked, “what da ya want?”  

“You. To come here.”  

Daryl crosses the room into the bathroom and when he’s close enough you stretch your leg out again, hooking it around the back on his thigh and pulling him in. Once he’s up against the counter, in between your legs, you reach up, hands grasping his face and bringing him into another kiss. Not as sweet as the last one though just as loving. His hands slipped beneath the towel that was still wrapped around you, calloused fingers running over smooth skin as he pulled you closer to him.  

When Rick was handing out room assignments in the two houses Daryl had requested the basement. At first you felt a bit conflicted about sleeping in a basement but as time in Alexandria passed you’d grown to appreciate the space. Once the basement door was close you felt almost like you were in your own little world, a feeling you’d been trying to grasp since you lost it after Hershel’s farm. It was a place just for the two of you without watchful eyes trying to gauge exactly what you were to each other.  

“Hey, if I tell you a secret will you promise not to laugh at me?” You asked, brushing wet hair out of his eyes. Your voice was quiet as if someone might hear you. The thought was one you’d had for so long you could barely remember when you’d first started to think it, something deeper than love, more profound, something you had trouble grasping as a concept with words though you could feel it every time he was near you. Though you knew she didn’t mean it in a romantic sense, wasn’t it Emily Bronte who said ‘whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.’

He nodded, no quip at your expense to safeguard himself. Daryl wasn’t always good at picking up on other people’s emotions but he knew you weren’t joking around with him.  

“I’ve been thinking about it, how to say it without feeling silly,” you held one of his hands in yours, running your thumb along the inside of his wrist in hopes of keeping your calm. As if his heartbeat was yours. “Sometimes I think, I’m glad that this happened, that you and Merle found our camp in Atlanta. Cause I think we’re-“ you trailed off, trying to find the words to it.  

You closed your eyes when you felt Daryl kiss your forehead. “I know.” He replied. And you smiled, of course he knew. Why wouldn’t he? Hadn’t you been fashioned from his rib and he from yours, made for each other by some divine force? “Come on, I’m heading out with Aaron in the morning.”  

“Okay.” You let him lead you to bed, forgoing the usual process of putting on pyjamas and simply climbing beneath the covers with him. You situated yourself just so, able to hear his heart beat beneath your ear, a dull thump in time with your own and you moved just enough to lay a kiss to his bare chest.  

-

Just an excuse to write some cute Daryl fluff.

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@windup-dragoon​ this ended up becoming spearmint school au sdkfjbdsfs

“C’mon, Estinien! I can’t get caught skipping again, the principal’s gonna talk my ear off.” Mint whined as she looked through the closed gates that led to the entrance of the school, hiding behind the brick pillar that served as their starting point.

“Have you thought about maybe.... not skipping? Just eat lunch in school like the rest of us.” Estinien sighed as he rubbed his eyes with one hand. He, unfortunately, had to squat behind the brick wall just to avoid giving away the fact that they had skipped, at the behest of his tiny girlfriend. “Get down, you’ll give us away!!” she had said. Now his legs hurt for how long he’d had them bent. To his right, Mint let out a dramatically fake gasp as she turned to look at him.

“Us? You’re here with me too! You’re my partner in this crime! Besides, are you saying you didn’t enjoy our date?” The look on her face could only be described as a puppy who’d just been yelled at for the first time. Damn her cute face and ability to pluck at his heartstrings like a bloody harp. 

“I didn’t say that.” He sighed again, letting his head lean back onto the wall with dull thud. He couldn’t admit he enjoyed it far more than he showed - that would make her far too happy for their current situation. “Alright then. What’s your plan?”

Mint grinned, a grin that only ever showed when she had an awful idea. “Here’s the plan. We go around back and you boost me over the wall, and then hop it yourself since you’re so tall. And then,” she puffed out her chest and put her hands on her hips, casually ignoring the look of disappointment growing on Estinien’s face. “you boost me into the window, and then I’ll pull you up! It’ll be easy. We’ll act like those sneaky spies in that book series you like.”

Ignoring the dig at his literature of choice, he stared at the 106 centimeter tall menace he was unfortunately head-over-heels for. “You. The girl with arms as flimsy as melted pudding - you’ll pull me up into the windows?” He watched as she gave several full nods, clearly confident in her ability to not instantly drop him.

“I have the arm strength of all the Twelve combined.” Mint flexed, giving her bicep a good slap. If it weren’t for her cardigan, you’d be able to watch her arm jiggle as it started to instantly turn red. “We’ll be fine! Unless you have a better idea?”

“Walk in through the fron--”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT. Let’s go!” She grabbed at Estinien’s hand as she jumped over him, pulling him in the direction of the side of the school. He attempted to stand up straight, which earned him a hushed “no! they’ll see you walking around!,” forcing him into a weird hunch as he walked. He wasn’t sure why she had to whisper that when they’d been talking at a normal volume not even seconds ago, but then again he wasn’t sure about a lot of things - like why he was going along with this. 

At the back of the school, Mint looked up at the top of the wall; it wasn’t exactly high, but she wasn’t exactly tall. “Alright.” She spun on her heel to face Estinien, who was now allowed to be standing up straight. “Lift me, tall man!” She stood with her arms glued to her hips, watching him with a gleam in her eye. In return, he looked at her with half-lidded eyes of disbelief. If you could read his mind through his eyes, you’d hear nothing but “I really wish I weren’t here right now!”

With a sigh, he lifted her from the ground, pausing only when she said “wait!” in a tone that made it seem like she’d realized this probably wasn’t the best idea. Instead, she gave him a quick kiss on the nose, causing him to flush a pale pink as he finished boosting her above the wall. 

“You’re a hazard to everyone around you.”

“Thanks! I love you, too.” She gave him a toothy grin as he lifted himself up and over the wall, deliberately turning his head so she couldn’t see his face, as if she hadn’t already. Jumping down to meet him, she ran towards the school, gesturing for him to come over. The windows were taller than Estinien, the edge of one just barely out of his grasp even after his best jumps. “Okay, lift me up! If I stand on your hands I’ll be able to reach the windowsill and check to see if anyone’s in the halls before we pull you up.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” He replied, cupping his hands and leaning down so that she could get her balance before being hoisted.

“When have I ever not? Don’t answer that.” She held onto his arm as he began to lift her, letting go only when it was below her. She just barely made it to the windowsill, grabbing on and scrambling up the wall as best as she could. Making sure she was far enough in, she slid the window open and peeked her head in, confirming that the hall was empty. She could hear the bustling of voices inside the nearby classroom, which meant that lunch hadn’t ended yet. She turned around, laying flat on her stomach as she reached down with both arms. “Now you!”

The majority of his brain said no. This can only end poorly. Estinien ignored the warnings as the few empty brain cells that made poor decisions decided to take the reigns of his motor functions. He jumped up, grabbing on to her tiny hands as his feet planted themselves against the wall. The two looked at each other, hanging there as Mint’s face lit up.

“See! I told you we could do it. Now we just lift-” She began to pull her arms up using only her upper body strength, his weight clearly more than she could handle. After only a few seconds, she heard a dull “pop” from each of her arms. The smallest “ah” fell from her lips as her arms went numb, and within moments she was sliding down at a rapid pace, crashing into Estinien as they both fell to the ground below.

For the most part, Estinien was fine - his shoulder was probably bruised from how he’d hit the floor, with the added weight of Mint landing there, but otherwise he was just a little sore. He sat up as soon as her weight had disappeared, quickly looking over her. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt? I told you this was a bad idea-” He quickly scanned over her, looking for anything that might’ve been bent the wrong way.

“Well, it doesn’t hurt, but...” She looked up at him with a sheepish grin, her head no longer hiding that her arms were slumped in front of her. “My arms won’t listen to me. I can still feel them! But they’re just kinda.. here.” She attempted to lift one, but the only part that moved was her hand. “Hm.”

Estinien sighed, scooping her up in one arm as he stood up himself. “I’m adding another tally mark to the “Bad Ideas” column.” Hearing nothing but a dejected “noooooo!”, he began walking towards the front of the school. 

“Wait! They’ll know we skipped!” she cried, but his ears had turned off. At the front entrance to the school, he bumped into the teacher in charge of making sure people didn’t leave.

“You! What are you doing out here? Class is about to start again!” His eyes zeroed in on Mint, who seemed to shrink into herself.

“We were taking care of the plants out back. She filled the water bucket too much and it was too heavy for her to carry. I think she dislocated her arms.” Estinien explained without skipping a beat or stumbling over his words, leaving Mint to stare at him in awe for a second before realizing that she probably needed to corroborate this.

“Y-yeah! I thought it’d be fine but, uh.. the distance was longer than I thought from the faucet to the flower patches..” She looked at the teacher, who stared at her with nothing but doubt on his face. He only let them through after watching that she could only move her hands, escorting them to the nurses’ office.

Roughly half an hour later, the two sat side by side on one of the beds within the room, both of Mint’s arms in slings - she had dislocated her shoulders and bruised her forearms in the fall, requiring her to keep her arms bound for three weeks and a regiment of daily shoulder massages; the latter had been aimed directly at Estinien. She looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“I’m not.”

“You definitely are.”

Estinien sighed yet again - he was going for a new record, it seemed. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad that we didn’t just go through the front.”

“But they would’ve yelled! We didn’t have any excuse!” She looked up at him, her mouth pulled into a deep frown. “I just didn’t want you- well, I didn’t want either of us to get into trouble!”

“I had an excuse planned. It was the same one we used before, except the back door was locked instead of you dropping a water bucket.” His explanation made Mint gasp.

“Well, why didn’t you tell me? It would’ve been fine!”

“I tried to, but you cut me off. Would you have budged off your plan if I’d said it?”

“Ah-” she looked down again, dejected. “P-probably not. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Estinien moved his hand to rustle her hair. “You can make it up to me with a dinner date when your arms can move.” Before she could reply, the nurse walked back into the room.

“Alright, I’ve informed your parents about your injury, Totomi.” The nurse attempted to hand Mint a paper, realizing that she couldn’t exactly reach up and grab it. Instead, she folded the paper in half, sliding it between the sling straps and her body. “That’s just the treatment on paper, along with some recommended pain killers if anything starts to hurt. I need to deal with Estinien’s back now, so you can go to class.”

Mint nodded, hopping off the bed. “I--” she cut herself off for a moment, thinking, before turning around to face Estinien again. “I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you. And I’ll tell Illya and Kiri all about how cool you were!” She dashed to exit of the room, a loud bonk echoing as her head collided with the sliding door. Right. She had to open it. Dropping her head to hide her face, she spun around and used her back to slide the door open an inch before using her foot to open it fully and close it.

The nurse looked down at Estinien, arms crossed. “She dropped a water bucket, huh?” 

“Yep.”

“You’re a fool.”

“I know.”

[animetrashlord-007]

M.I;; Chapter Four

Word Count;; 3k

Genre;; Fluff, Suggestive, Eventual Smut, Slowburn

Pairing;; Oikawa x Ushijima

Side Pairing;; Kuroo x Sugawara

Summary;;

Them boys go for a jog.

Published;; 07.29.17

Notes;;

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   “So how did practice go?” Suga asked, twirling a strand of his silver hair with his pointer finger as he gazed at the ceiling.

   When he received no immediate response, Suga peered at each of his comrades. Ushijima had his textbook open but his attention was far from the words on the page. His eyes were hazy as he looked out the window, observing two students outside playing with a frisbee. Unlike Ushijima, Oikawa and Kuroo weren't even pretending to study. Kuroo’s legs were spread out to the side of his chair and his head was tilted back as he emitted a constant, low groan. Oikawa sat between his fellow volleyball players and across from Suga. Lifting his head from its resting spot on the table, he stared at Suga. It might have been considered a glare had his eyes been more fiery and less deadpan.

   “That good, huh?” Suga jeered, earning simultaneous grunts from each of the men.

   They all fell into silence as they stared into the distance. Suga was the first to yawn, creating a chain reaction and within seconds the whole group was yawning. They were weary after their first volleyball practice. Once they were chosen and accepted onto the team, the coach informed them that they would be meeting every day without fail and needed to be doing their own individual training regimen on top of team practice. While they were all in great shape, they weren't expecting such a gruelling set of exercises on the first day and they were exhausted.

   Pushing themselves away from the table and slumping in their chairs, they began to sprawl out and get comfortable. Minutes passed and the boys started to doze off. Kuroo started snoring, gaining the attention of the other students in the library. Ushijima’s head bobbed up and down as he tried to fight off his drowsiness, opening his eyes every few seconds only to have them close once more as he drifted back to sleep. It wasn't until Oikawa’s head dropped onto the table and Suga began to cackle, unable to feign his fatigue any longer, that the librarian stormed over to their table. Slamming his hand against the wooden surface with a thunderous smack, he glowered at each of the boys as their eyes jolted open and they straightened themselves in their chairs.

   “Excuse me, gentlemen. This is a library, not your bedroom. If you wish to sleep, go elsewhere,” he snapped at them, crossing his arms over his chest.

   “Please forgive us! It won't happen again,” Oikawa said as he rubbed the reddening mark on his forehead.

   “It better not,” he sighed, turning away from the group and glaring at the other students that were now snickering. Silence once again engulfed the room as he stomped back to his desk in the center of the library.

   “I'm so worn out,” Oikawa whined once the hum of quiet chatter echoed throughout the room again.

   “I can't even keep my eyes open. I need a nap,” Kuroo groaned as he stretched his legs under the table, kicking aside a pair of feet that got in his way.

   “Stop that! Keep your legs in your own area!”

   “It's not my fault my legs are so long, Oikawa-san. I need extra room.”

   “You're just doing it to piss me off!”

   Kuroo chuckled as he lowered himself down into his chair, pushing his legs further into Oikawa’s space. He grinned when Oikawa tried to nudge his feet back over to his side. They began to wrestle, their legs entwining and interlocking as they fought for the extra legroom. Kicking at one another, the table began to shake and tremble. The sound of their knees bumping the wooden underside of the desk resonated throughout the room. The librarian shot them a glare, which they ignored as they continued to battle.

   Ushijima raised a curious brow while Suga rolled his eyes at the display. Neither spoke up, however, as the table continued to rock. This continued for several minutes until Kuroo pushed Oikawa and his chair away from the desk. Scowling, Oikawa stood up and stretched. He had an unpleasant aura surrounding him as he dipped down to touch his toes. Pulling his arm behind his back, he began to mutter under his breath about Kuroo’s smug smile and overall bad attitude. He wiggled his entire body to loosen his muscles for a solid minute before addressing the study group.

   “I'm going for a jog! Who wants to come with me?”

   “I'll go,” Ushijima said, packing his materials away.

   “Suga?”

   “Sorry, Oikawa-san, but I have class.” Suga gave him an apologetic smile.

   “And I'm way too tired,” Kuroo piped in, yawning for added effect.

   “Well no one asked you, Kuroo-chan!”

   “You're so rude!”

   “Don't worry, Oikawa-san, Ushijima-san will keep you company,” Suga spoke up, interrupting the brewing disagreement.

   “Whatever, let's just go, Ushiwaka.”

   “You guys are swinging by the dorms, right? Can you take my stuff back?”

   “Of course, Kuroo-san.”

   “Take your own damn stuff, you lazy ass!” Oikawa snapped, still vexed from their skirmish.

   Kuroo and Suga exchanged glances as the brunet grabbed Ushijima’s arm close to his chest, pulling him away from the table. He maintained his grip on the ace’s arm, cradling the limb to his body until they were halfway back to the dorms. Realising what he was doing, Oikawa released Ushijima and uttered an apology. His cheeks burned as he averted his gaze from the taller male. They walked in silence, his embarrassment festering until it reached its peak and overcame him. Oikawa darted down the nearest hallway, eager to ditch his companion. Ushijima stared after him in confusion, tilting his head as the chocolate-haired male faced him with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

   “It's a shortcut! Meet at my room!”

   It wasn't a shortcut. Oikawa didn't even know this hallway existed. It was dingy and creepy with the kind of atmosphere you would see in a horror movie. The lights began to flicker. He thought he could hear moaning coming from every direction. There seemed to be no end in sight and he could no longer see where he had entered this hallway of doom. None of the classroom doors would open. They didn't have names or numbers or any papers on them at all. Everything was identical and blank. No longer could he hear the sounds of daily life and exuberant students; all he could hear was the deafening silence.

   That was, at least, until a set of footsteps began to follow him. They matched his pace, quickening whenever he sped up. Oikawa didn't dare look back for fear of what might be lurking in the shadows. He broke into a run, but so did his pursuer. A cold sweat covered his body as he raced forward.

   At last he could see the light - the end of the hallway was near. He just had to beat the footsteps that were hot on his tail. Oikawa shuddered. He could feel a presence right behind him. It was reaching for him, he just knew it. The exit shone before him like a beacon of hope. Brushing aside how weird he would look, he ducked down and performed a combat roll to cross the last few metres before jumping to his feet. With an enthusiastic grunt, he kicked open the door and somersaulted through it.

   He had made it. Landing on his feet, he swiveled around to leer back at the hell dimension he had somehow entered. The lights were dim but he could see a figure approaching the door. Throwing his arms up in a defensive pose, he awaited his stalker. Oikawa shrieked upon seeing the evil fiend as it strolled up to him.

   “Bakatoshi!”

   “Oikawa-san, you look pale,” Ushijima murmured as he placed the back of his hand against the setter’s forehead. “A bit warm, too.”

   “What the hell are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me!”

   “You said it was a shortcut. Our dorms are pretty close to each other’s. It made sense to follow. Are you feeling well? You were acting weird back there.”

   “I'm fine! Stop that!”

   “Are you sure?”

   “Yes!”

   “Would you like me to carry your bags for you?”

   “No!” Oikawa paused to consider the offer, eyes shifting from side to side. This hall was quiet and had only a few people scattered here and there, most of them too engrossed within their schoolwork to notice the pair. His little acrobatic stunt had caused him to pull a muscle in his back. It would be beneficial to accept Ushijima’s offer, even if he despised the idea of the ace assisting him. With pursed lips, he continued, “Fine, go ahead.”

   “I was worried you might have hurt yourself.”

   “Have more faith in me, Ushiwaka!”

   Dumping his bags onto Ushijima, Oikawa gave him a pat on shoulder. While he didn't like Ushijima, Oikawa couldn't deny that he was a decent guy. Not wanting another awkward encounter, Oikawa walked ahead of his companion the entire journey to their dorm rooms. His ‘shortcut’ had added an additional thirty minutes to the trip and required a call to Student Services to help them find their bearings. Oikawa was grateful for Ushijima’s silence on the matter.

   They reached Ushijima’s dorm first. To their surprise, Kuroo wasn't in the room. Oikawa took his bags back and headed to his own room. Suga wasn't there so putting two and two together, he deduced that they were still in the library. Oikawa sighed in relief; he didn't want to deal with Kuroo’s sass or Suga’s jubilance. Tossing his book bag and his sports bag onto the floor, he flopped onto the bed.

   “Stupid Wakatoshi,” he groaned out loud as he massaged the small of his back.

   Several minutes passed as he wrestled with his inner thoughts. He didn't want to go jogging any longer but he also didn't want to admit he had hurt himself. Resisting the urge to crawl under the covers and fall asleep, Oikawa pushed himself off the bed. He had wasted enough time already. So much time, in fact, that he decided to get changed in his room rather than the bathrooms. He was willing to risk Suga walking in on him if it meant regaining a few of the minutes he had lost in that cursed hallway.

   Shedding the clothes he had worn for the majority of the day and tossing them in his hamper, he grabbed his athletic wear (which consisted of a black tank top and blue shorts) and laid them out on the bed. He was standing in just his boxers when the door swung open and a deep voice called out for him. The voice was much too low to belong to Suga. Oikawa had a pretty decent idea who it was. It was always him.

   Spinning around on his heels, Oikawa turned to the intruder as they spoke, “Oikawa-san, are you-”

   Oikawa’s face paled as he stared at Ushijima and his fear was confirmed. With a shrill shriek, he threw his pillow at the ace, “Bakatoshi, you pervert! Get out!”

   A light blush crossed Ushijima’s face as he bowed in apology, scuttling out the door as quick as he came. Oikawa’s nerves were fried; Ushijima always had him on edge and it was stressing the setter out. The sane half of Oikawa wanted to cancel their jog whereas the stubborn half told him to just suck it up. He felt conflicted as he yanked his sportswear on. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he tried to clear his mind.

   Oikawa exited the room and waved at Ushijima, encouraging him to follow before he bounced down the hall. It wasn't until he reached the scenic trail that encircled the campus that he checked to make sure Ushijima had followed. He was several feet behind Oikawa, keeping his distance unlike he had most of the day. Oikawa rolled his eyes. Brushing aside his prior discomfort, he walked over to Ushijima. He slapped Ushijima across the back and chuckled at how the ace’s eyes widened.

   “What's the point of jogging together if you're that far behind?”

   “I thought you might feel uncomfortable if I was too close.”

   “I know I told you to meet back at my room, but I forgot and wasn't expecting anyone to walk in.” Oikawa bit his bottom lip, struggling to spit the words out. He rubbed the back of his neck as he gazed at Ushijima. Oikawa knew he had overreacted, at least a tad, but he didn't know how to express it and help alleviate Ushijima’s discomfort. “Listen, I didn't mean- uh, I shouldn't have called you a pervert. That was… uncalled for. We’ll be seeing plenty of each other in the locker rooms, after all. It’s no big deal.”

   “I should have knocked.”

   “Yeah, you should have, but the past is the past. As I said, it's no big deal. Let's just move on.”

   “Thank you, Oikawa-san.”

   “Yeah, yeah. It's no big-” Oikawa’s phone began to beep, indicating an incoming call. His eyes widened and a genuine smile spread across his face. “It's Iwa-chan, hold on.”

   “Iwaizumi-san? Tell him I said hello.”

   “Iwa-chan! How are you?” Oikawa exclaimed, closing his eyes as he listened to his friend. When he reopened them, he noticed Ushijima had moved on ahead. “Oi, where do you think you’re going?”

   With a puzzled frown, Ushijima replied, “To give you space.”

   “Don't just leave me alone out here!” Oikawa growled as he closed the gap between them once more. “I'm sorry, Iwa-chan. No, no, I'm not busy! Tell me what's new with you!” The two began to walk along the trail and after a considerable pause, Oikawa spoke up again, “That's great to hear! I'm so happy for you! Oh no, you don't want to hear about my shitty college life. I'd rather talk about you! Yes, you have to give me details about it!”

   The skies darkened as they strolled side by side along the path. Shadows cast from the many trees and foliage engulfed them. Ushijima was silent, checking his own phone from time to time to make sure it wasn't getting too late. Oikawa nodded and hummed, and on occasion he would gasp while placing his hand over his mouth. Minutes trickled by and soon a whole hour had passed.

   Ushijima felt a tugging on his sleeve and when he turned to observe Oikawa, he smiled. Oikawa was grinning from ear to ear and it was contagious. Ushijima stopped walking and Oikawa gave him an appreciative nod before focusing on his call. They had walked a full circle around the trail and were pretty close to where they had started when Iwaizumi had called.

   “I can’t wait! It'll be so much fun! Bye bye, Iwa-chan, let's talk again soon!”

   Waiting until after he ended the call, Ushijima spoke, “You didn't tell him I said hello.”

   “Why would I? He wouldn't want to hear from you anyway. Come on, let's head back to the dorms.”

   They engaged in small talk on the way back, much to Ushijima’s surprise. Oikawa even cracked a joke about the lack of jogging during their trip, as that was the whole purpose of them hanging out together. Ushijima reminded him about the weird hallway - that earned him a scowl and prompted a pact to never mention the event or hallway again.

   They soon arrived back within the dormitories. It was getting late and the halls were empty. Ushijima insisted on walking Oikawa to his room but provided no reason other than it was dark out. Oikawa rolled his eyes but didn't protest. He could handle himself and the lateness of the hour had no effect on that, but Ushijima was a pain in the ass to argue with and Oikawa was already exhausted.

   When they arrived at his dorm, he noticed the taller male fidgeting. Ushijima looked concerned and, since his curiosity was piqued, Oikawa decided to question his restlessness.

   “What's your problem?”

   “It's not a problem, just an observation. You seem much happier when you speak to Iwaizumi-san. Do you miss him?”

   Oikawa snorted and slapped the ace’s arm, “Do you not miss your old team?”

   “I guess that was a silly question.”

   “Yeah, you guessed right. You're so dense sometimes, Wakatoshi.”

   “Well, have a good night, Oikawa-san.”

   “Yeah, yeah, you too.”

   Oikawa watched him disappear down the hall. He wasn't annoyed with Ushijima, which he found odd. He blamed his jovial mood on Iwaizumi; he could always cheer Oikawa up. Oikawa was also surprised by his lack of displeasure at Ushijima for reading his expressions and personality shift with ease. Not to mention, Ushijima wasn't wrong in his observation; Oikawa did miss Iwaizumi. There was a slight churning in Oikawa’s stomach whenever he thought about how they each were moving on with their lives. Iwaizumi was, at least. He had found a new set of friends and had started dating. He was making the most of his college life and Oikawa was proud of him, if not a little envious.

   Discarding the thoughts, he put on his best smile and unlocked the door. He could hear muffled voices inside but thought nothing of it. It was a shared room, after all. The door creaked as it opened and Oikawa stepped inside, still oblivious to the dalliance occurring within. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to witness.

[shionnaraaa]

FUJOSHI 腐女子 01

❇• o1. Prince and Prince •❇

There's a saying that, "Princess is meant to be with the prince and they'll live happily after..." But your belief is the total opposite. You believe that, "Prince and prince must be together and will have a happy ending."

And that's how it should be.

Yes. Because, you're an otaku and a fujoshi. And your gay heart is too weak for BL.

A loud cheers and squeals of girls snapped you back to reality as they cheered for the hearthrobs' basketball practice.

"Jaemin! Jaemin! Kyahhh~~"

"Lee Jeno! Lee Jeno!"

You watched Jaemin passed the ball to Jeno and shoot the ball to the basket with perfect poise that made their team won an another round. Jaemin smiled at Jeno whilst walking into his way, Jeno also plastered his smile, showing his crescent shaped eyesmile. Jaemin swung an arm at Jeno.

One.

Jeno smacked his shoulder.

Two.

They did their signature bro fist.

Three.

"Three points! Ehehehe..." You squealed in a low voice - lowkey fangirling your ship. Yes, you ship them ever since the beginning of school year You drooled, imagining the ship to sail. Eventhough, it is impossible.

The girls standing in front of you temporarily stopped cheering, looking at you with a straight judging face — disgusted,

"Yuck, that fatty is so disgusting! How could she make a face like that?"

"Is she imagining that she could be together with either Jeno or Jaemin?"

"Dream on Naruto. Fatty's doesn't look good for either of Jeno or Jaemin. They might die because of the cholesterol she had in her body."

Actually, you were too oblivious of what they're saying and busy imagining your ship so you don't give a fuck. Until...

Until the basketball is flying into your direction that made the girls in front of you screeched and ran away. You were the only one left. You're now the target - to be specific, the ball hit your belly.

The ball bounced back and so your belly wiggled like a jelly. The players stopped and the crowd produced a flabbergasted gasp. Jaemin stood, shocked.

He was the one who hit you.

He ran into you then Jeno and the crowds followed. He shook your shoulder, panicky. "Hey, Danbi-ssi! Are you alright?", Jeno beside Jaemin asked you. His eyesmile faded, replaced by a worried one. You curled into a ball, clutching your stomach and let out a groan. You opened your eyes and saw Jeno beside Jaemin - you felt like you're in heaven. Not because of you're surrounded by handsome guys, because your ship is in front of you.

As long as I saw my ship sailing, I'll be happy, you thought. And now you see nothing but black.

Everyone panicked, but Jaemin felt the panic the most since he's at fault. "Yah! Fatty don't die!"

-

A bright light is the first thing you see when you woke up. You look at the surroundings and you saw your bestfriend, Koeun. "Thank goodness, you're awake. Are you okay, Danbi-ah?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just my belly hurts, what just happened? Why am I in the infirmary?" I massaged the painful part of my belly, groaning a bit.

"Oh..." She stood up and kept the medical kit in the cabinet and faced me, "You passed out a while ago when the basketball hit your belly."

You hummed as response when you finally remembered what happened. Then you reminisced about the NoMin ship, a light bulb appeared in your mind.

"Yah, Koeunnie." You called then she faced you, "Did you saw the NoMin ship sailing in the game?" You wiggled my eyebrows that made Koeun's eyes sparkle.

"Of course, Medical Committee will be always present! And it's not NoMin, it's JaeNo. Okay?" She smiled widely like her smile reached into her ears.

"I told you it's NoMin."

"JaeNo."

"Ahem!" A loud voice stopped Koeun and your bickering time. The voice drew both of your attention. "Excuse me, Eunji-sunbaenim. If your carbo-friendly friend is already fine, could you bring her out? There's another patient who would be needing the bed." Chenle bluntly said.

Koeun's fist clenched as if ready to punch his face. "Aish, this kid—" she hissed but you interrupted her. "Don't worry, Chenle-ssi. We'll be going now." You dragged Koeun out of the infirmary with you.

"Why didn't you let me scold that scumbag?" She was clearly pissed off when he called you "carbo-friendly".

"Just don't mind him, okay?" You hushed her. "But he's been so rude towards you. Tsk." She sulks but you just let out a soft chuckle and went back to your classroom. Whilst walking in the hallways, you passed by Mark together with Renjun both holding a big box. Your eyes shine, adding a new ship to your list.

MarkRen. Hehe, I'll make you two sail.

"Danbi-ssi, are you already fine?" Mark' s voice snapped you back then you realize you fell back to your fantasies. Again.

"Y-yes." You wiped off the saliva falling on down to your chin. "Thanks for asking me though. Wait, what's inside that boxes?" You changed the topic just to act like normal.

"O-oh... Obviously, these boxes are from the Art Clubroom. I took them out and bring them to the stockroom to save space in the clubroom. Mark visited me in the clubroom in timing, I needed him to help me." Renjun said in a sassy tone whilst rolling his eyes.

"Should I help? I feel like a useless member if I can't get to help the Art Club President." You pouted. Renjun shook his head, "No, today's your day off, you need to rest for a while. Plus, Mark is here to help me instead." He sternly said and looked away. Even though he's harsh — you can see a glint of fret in his face.

"Renjunnie", Mark called, "Can I put the box down for a minute? My arms hurts." He groaned.

"I'm sorry. And sure you can put them down for a while." Renjun's stern personality faded and both of them put down the box. Then, Renjun massaged Mark's shoulder. "Are now fine?"

"You don't need to massage it though." Mark nonchalantly shook his shoulder. "I insist." Renjun sternly replied.

Are the gods being kind to me now? Well, thank you for this daily bread. My soul is now satisfied, you thought.

Fantasy Time.

"Okay... Renjun-ssi, Mark-ssi, we have to leave for now. Good luck with the boxes!" Koeun dragged you, going to both of your classroom whilst you're having a wild imaginations of your ship.

"Okay then... Danbi, you should be careful next time!" Renjun patted your head, looking away because he doesn't want you to see his tomato face whilst Mark nodded his head, agreeing Renjun. You only hummed as a reply then bid your goodbyes.

"You know, Danbi. I sometimes think that if you're so lucky." She snickered. Your eyebrows cocked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

You two stopped for a while in front of the classroom door, "You always pass by the handsome guys! Isn't it amazing?" She squealed.

"Yes! Because, I can ship them and imagine some fluffy stuffs or an angsty one! Hehe." You drooled, imagining NoMin and MarkRen ship.

"Danbi, I really don't know if being too dense is good for you." She flatly said in a straight face. She opened the door for you and both of you entered in the classroom.

Jeno walked towards your direction, and Jaemin followed with an irked expression, "Danbi-ssi, are you already fine? Does your belly still hurts?" Jeno fretted.

"Nah, I'm now completely healed!" Because my ship sailed in front of me, and then you let the obscene spirit took over your mind — imagining NoMin doing something Jesus wouldn't do.

"Yah! Say sorry to her." Jeno commanded and the only thing came out from Jaemin's mouth is "tsk". "I'm sorry." Jaemin bowed, "I'm sorry for hitting you."

"It's really fine. Don't y'all worry." You replied.

Jaemin plastered a huge grin in his face, "Danbi-ssi, you look so funny a while ago. You looked like a life size Human Gelatin." He laughed, clutching his stomach then whole class followed.

Jeno's eyes widened, almost popped up. I'm gonna whip his ass after this, he thought. Koeun stood, freezes in her place.

"Aw, is that so? I'm happy for making people happy!" You smiled innocently. Jaemin and the class laughed even more.

The only thing Jeno and Koeun did is to facepalm because of your stupidity.

-

The class finally ended and your classmates cheered because they can already rest. They began dashing out of the hallways making the classroom very vacant. Koeun had to leave first since she has her meeting together with the Medical Committee.

Since you have nothing to do but you don't want to leave the campus yet, you visited your clubroom - the Art Clubroom. There are only two doors left to go there until an orange -haired guy bumped into you and bounced because of your huge belly. The papers he had in his arms fell and flies around that made him panicked.

"Yah! My scripts!" He wailed whilst picking up the papers. You crouched and helped him. After his papers are now returned, he scoffed at you. "Could you watch at what you're looking?!"

A sound of a door opening drew both of your attention, "Donghyuck-hyung, what happened?" A guy with platinum blond hair with came out.

"Ugh, this—this girl bumped into me and now the scripts are now crumpled! How am I going to memorize my lines if the scripts are now like this? Huh, Jisung?" he shouted that made the younger dude startled.

"U-uhmm... Don't worry, hyung. Let me fix that for you or just print  another script. Just calm yourself down first and stop being a hot headed, okay?" he calmly replied. "Huh, fine." Donghyuck spat.

Jisung faced you, "I'm sorry for what Donghyuck-hyung acted earlier, uh-uhmm...?"

"Park Danbi, from Art Club." Both of you bowed, then he saw your badge, realizing you're a senior.

"Okay, I'm really sorry, Danbi-sunbaenim." He bowed and dragged Donghyuck back to their clubroom.

Instead of going to your clubroom, you pivoted going out of the campus. The shock of Donghyuck's attitude is still there within you. You just forgot on going to your clubroom.

-

You arrived at your home excitedly because your favorite anime series, Celestia will air a new episode. You dashed to your room, making your brother's room (whose it's room is located beside your room) to quake. "Yah! Could you slow down?!" Your brother yelled but you don't give a shit about him - for now, Celestia is the most important for you.

You bounced at your bed, immediately grabbed your laptop for watching and smartphone for your tweets. As the episode started, you sang along with the opening theme song, not caring about your resonated voice.

Of course, you're a proud "professional frustrated singer".

As the episode began, you began cheering when your favorite character, Leon appeared.

"I'll take back my throne, in the name of my parents!"

The speed of your typing boosted, you keep tweeting about what you feel about seeing Leon on screen, about the graphics and etc.

A few minutes passed by...

Your phone fell into the floor, your tears fell into your cheek. "No way. It can't be happening! No!" Your voice trembled.

[No, Leon! You can't die like this! The world needs you!]

Leon died. You're fucking favorite anime character died. You can't accept it. The only thing you did is to freak out and wail so loud.

"Dannie, what happened to you?!"

"YOU FATTY SHIT, STOP FREAKING ME OUT!"

Your mom and brother panicked as they heard your screech. They keep knocking on your door, but you didn't even budge to open your door.

The last thing you did to curl like a ball, sobbing - like crazy.

[mortaljin]

Anonymous Love

Word Count: 6.6k Warnings: A curse word or two. Genre: Literally this is just fluff. This is pure fluff and the boys being dumb. High School!AU Pairing: ?? x female reader

Summary: One sticky note turns into two, two into four, and then four into dozens. Who in their right mind would confess their love for you, anonymously, via sticky-notes? Why do your seven best friends have shit-eating grins on their faces?

A/N: this plot line is so dumb, but it’s cute nonetheless. Hmpf.

You look beautiful today x

The blue ink that was soaked into the sticky note baffled you; four words and a simple letter left you awestruck at your locker. Slowly, the sounds of shoes against the tiled floors of your high school faded as everyone left for their ventures home. With a swipe of your thumb over the note, the ink smeared and began to stain your skin. This note is fresh. You glanced left towards the arts corridor only to find it empty. When you looked right towards the science corridor, you could hear three sets of voices coming from that direction. Three boys rounded the corner and the sound of genuine laughter filled your ears.

“Y/N!” Kim Seokjin, one of your closest friends, broke from the trio and jogged slightly to envelop you in his daily hug.

“Hi, Jin.” A wide grin, one that wouldn’t have been there three years ago when you entered as a freshman, spread across your face as the other two were now close. “Hoseok, Jimin, what are you guys up to?”

“The same thing we always do, you know!” The sarcasm in the roll of Hoseok’s eyes did not match the energetic smile playing on his lips at the comment.

And you did know. Like clockwork, Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok were no doubt making their way to the dance room. To others, the dufflebags filled with changes of clothes, and miniature speakers would suggest a work out at the gym. You knew though, that for the final year, the two boys in front of you were beginning their dance season; it wasn’t rare to catch you, or anyone else for that matter, sitting on the sidelines watching the duo practice. Unfortunately, you would often find yourself annoyed by one of your favorite songs being played on repeat for hours on end, causing you to lose interest in it quickly. You also often found yourself to be the one the tired boys run to for massages. Telling people you helped them out for the free food they would buy you after their practices would be a lie; you would give them all the shoulder massages in the world, out of the kindness of your heart, if it meant they would feel better the next morning. But they didn’t need to know that, of course.

“Have you two already picked out a song?”

“That’s what today is for, I suppose. We’re headed to the room to throw around some ideas.” It almost seemed like Jimin’s eyes sparkled with hope as he spoke of the upcoming season, and you couldn’t help but smile at their passion.

You said goodbye to the two, watching as they cheerily walked through the double doors leading out of the building. Seokjin had remained fairly quiet during the conversation, only giving a hum here and there in acknowledgment. When you glanced back up to him, you realized why his replies had died down: in his hands was that yellow sticky note that had been folded and pushed inside of your locker.

“Oh, that reminds me,” you say as you take the note out of his hand, “this note was in my locker today. It wasn’t written too long ago, seeing as the ink was still fresh.

“Looks like someone has a secret admirer,” Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner to which you scoffed and shut your locker.

“I highly doubt that, the guy probably meant to put it in the locker next to mine. We all know how pretty she is.”

Eyebrow quirked, Seokjin gave you a look that screamed “bullshit,” but you only waved him off before you were the one walking out of the building.

The sticky note wasn’t something you had expected to see, not on your 5th period desk anyways. When you entered the classroom, over half the students were already in their desks; some were patiently waiting for the last ninety seconds to pass by for the teacher to begin class, and others were wrapping up their gossip about whatever it is they gossip about. The note hadn’t even caught your eye until you were sitting in the seat.

Meet me in the danceroom after school? -Your secret admirer

You ran your thumb over the note once more, smearing the ink in the process. This became the habit now as this was the eighth note you’ve received. Most of the previous ones had been compliments that made your heart race and your cheeks flush what could only be a deep scarlet. The most recent one before today’s note though, had been a little more flirtatious and… personal. You had tripped one afternoon during gym class, and although you weren’t one to easily get embarrassed, you knew word had travelled quickly when some of your friends were throwing themselves at you in worry outside of the gym. The note that you found in your locker a couple classes after the incident was written in its same blue ink on the same yellow paper. I’m sorry you fell today, I can kiss you it and make you feel better. -SA

That note definitely left you liable to a heart attack, and you had promptly gushed to Jeon Jungkook the moment that you found him. Wishes of wanting to know who he was already had no trouble spilling from your giddy lips.

“Be careful what you wish for, Y/N,” Jungkook’s words from two days ago were now flowing through your mind as you tried to picture the person behind the mysterious notes.

“Hey, Yoongi?” It seemed like the school had blessed you this year, because you had one of your seven best friends in each of your classes.

“What’s up, buttface?”

 Perhaps they did so on purpose to keep the eight of you separated.

“Rude. Anyways, did you see who left this sticky note on my desk?”

“Nope,” he said the word with a loud pop of his lips before fulling turning to you. “Is it another love note?”

“Of course it is, but this time he said he wanted to meet me!”

Yoongi is the kind of person to usually dismiss the little things like this; he often whines to no end when it was your turn to pick out the film for movie night because you always choose a romantic one. He’s not against love or anything, he just doesn’t see the hype about it. So, when he found out you had a secret admirer, he was the first one to write it off as childish. This time though, as you gushed to him about your secret admirer he copied your excitement with an equally dumb grin.

“It’s about time lover boy got the balls to see you!”

With that exclamation, the teacher called for class to begin. You tried so hard, you really did, to pay attention to the PowerPoint in front of you. The historical words could not, however, grasp your attention long enough before you were fumbling with the sticky note on your desk. Trailing your eyes around the room, you let your eyes settle on the back of the heads of a few of the boys in your class. Jackson is super cute, but he’s never talked to me a day in his life, you huffed as you moved onto the next one. Yugyeom is a total sweetheart and so attractive but, does he even know how to talk to girls? You giggled in your seat as the teacher droned on and on about the economy of four hundred years ago. Leaping from boy to boy, your eyes finally landed to the one next to you. With your head on your hand, you gazed at Yoongi for just a few seconds. His hair seemed to have a little more texture today than usual and you made note to scold him for over bleaching his hair. If he wasn’t one of my best friends, I would have no qualms with him being my secret admirer.

“And don’t forget we’ll be choosing partners tomorrow for the project!” The teachers loud voice signaled the end of class, and you had to blink a couple times to make sure it really was time to leave.

Yoongi snapped his fingers in front of your face and finally you broke out of your trance. The two of you walked in comfortable silence before you thought to ask about the project you had missed.

“Y/N, you’re gonna be my partner again right?” But Yoongi beat you to it.

“It depends, what project are we doing again?”

“Were you daydreaming about your crush that hard?” You knew right then that Yoongi would never stop teasing you about the whole situation.

“Yes, but I’d hardly call it a crush, I don’t even know who he-” your sentence was cut short as six pairs of feet came into your line of sight.

“What’s this I’m hearing about a crush?” Namjoon was the first one to speak up as they approached the two of you in the hallway.

As always, Namjoon’s blonde hair was coated with just the right amount of hair gel to get it to fluff up perfectly when it had been slicked back; the sides of his head were much shorter than the rest of his locks and it gave him an edgier look. You always asked why he put so much effort into his hair to which he would always reply, “it’s not like these uniforms do much to make me look good.” That was a lie if there was one, because Namjoon seemed to be the only one who didn’t drown in the awkwardness of the mandatory clothing.

“It’s not a crush,” another one, Kim Taehyung, shouts as he pulls the sticky note from your hand. “Y/N is finally going to figure out who her secret admirer is!”

The note was being passed around as the seven boys threw out their guesses left and right. It was Seokjin that seemed to have the same idea as you when he too suggested Yugyeom, the boy who always tries to talk to you, but somehow never can.

“It’s gotta be him, we all know he’s in love with you!” As Seokjin said this, you noticed Hoseok and Jimin being hardly able to contain their fit of laughter.

“I’m worried though, what if it’s someone that I’ve never even talked to? I feel like I at least know this person leaving the notes.” The bell rang to let you know that you had a minute to get to your next class, so you said your goodbyes and prepared to walk away. “I swear it’d almost be better if it was one of you boys, at least I already know I enjoy your company.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away, the sounds of their giggles and laughter fading the farther away you got. The more you thought about it, the more you hoped it would be one of the seven boys. Not only were your seven best friends undeniably attractive, they knew you like the back of their hands. This was, however, highly impossible, so you made it through the rest of the day getting antsier and antsier as the day drew to a close.

Faint music could be heard from the other side of the dance room door, piano music, you thought. At this point, your palms were almost sweaty from how nervous you were; you probably had checked a mirror ten times in the last five minutes, and you were constantly smoothing down the non-existent wrinkles in the skirt of your uniform. The second that you began to turn the handle, the music stopped. You couldn’t back away now, so you slowly opened the door to its full width and stepped inside. With your gaze still lowered, you turned to shut the door behind you. When you turned around and lifted your eyes, you were expecting to meet only one pair of eyes.

Instead, you were met with seven.

“O-oh,” you stuttered when you realized the boys had been using the danceroom. “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know you’d be in here!”

Your face started to burn because how dumb could I have been to think that my secret admirer would reveal himself. It wasn’t until Jimin had abruptly came to your side that you were able to lift your gaze again.

“Come here,” he murmured as he gently tugged on your wrist. You, confusingly, let him bring you to the others; Taehyung brought out a chair for you to sit on, and they created a semi-circle in front of you.

“What are you guys doing here? Did you see the guy that I was supposed to meet?”

You looked up at Jungkook, initially, who was nervously chewing on his lip, before glancing around at the others. No one seemed to be able to hold your gaze, and you were beginning to burn with embarrassment.

“Oh no, please tell me you didn’t,” you paused trying not to panic as “realization” hit you. “You guys did this as a prank didn’t you?”

You had let your voice raise a little, to which the boys’ eyes had widened. At the thought of your seven best friends pulling such a cruel joke on you, you felt your eyes well up with tears. Before you got the chance to blink them free, gentle hands were sitting you back down in the seat you had angrily jumped from.

“No, Y/N, we’d never pull a prank like that on you.” Jungkook’s soft voice had you calmed down easily, but it didn’t erase your confusion.

“Then what’s going on. Why are you guys here?”

A short silence filled the air as you let your gaze settle on Yoongi; he was tonguing the corner of his mouth and you knew there was something he wanted to say.

“It’s us.” Yoongi finally sighed and decided to speak.

“What?” You sat there dumbfounded as you tried to decipher what he had said.

“Well not all of us,” Namjoon had piped up.

“It’s one of us,” Jimin finished, and you turned to look at the quiet boy who was blushing indefinitely.

“So, let me get this right,” you took a deep breath trying to word everything properly, “one of you has a crush. On me?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” Seokjin was laughing at your denial of the fact.

“Well yes, you guys are my best friends!”

“One of just wants to be more, is all.” Taehyung was serious as he talked.

“Well who is it?”

“That,” Yoongi had a mischievous grin on his face, “would ruin the fun. You have to find out yourself.”

“What am I supposed to do?” You threw your hands up in exasperation, “go on dates with my seven best friends to figure out which one likes me?”

Once you saw the shit eating grins plastered on all seven faces, you outwardly groaned as you put your face in your hands. They are going to be the death of me. When you were done shaking your head, you stood up and stared at Namjoon.

“You,” you aggressively pointed your finger at him, making him gulp under your rough stare, “are buying me dinner tonight since the seven of you want to make things difficult for me.”

7:02 PM. Jungkook: Y/N!

7:03 PM. Y/N: What now?

7:05 PM. Seokjin: What are you wearing for your date with Namjoon?

7:05 PM. Jimin: What are you wearing tonight?

7:05 PM. Taehyung: Wear that blue dress tonight!

7:06 PM. Hoseok: Don’t let him kiss you!

7:07 PM. Y/N: Omg. Pls stop guys.

7:07 PM. Y/N: It’s not even a date, he’s just buying me dinner. Something you guys have all done before??

7:09 PM. Yoongi: It’s different this time!

7:11 PM. Seokjin: You never answered my question! What are you wearing tonight?

7:12 PM. Jimin: Just show us!

7:15 PM. Y/N: Not happening. Just ask Joon tomorrow, he’s here anyways.

Your phone buzzed a few more times, but you didn’t bother to read them. Turning the vibrations off, you quickly grabbed your purse and met Namjoon where he was still insistently knocking on your door. He greeted you with a closed mouth smile that perfectly displayed his dimples. For a second your heart fluttered at the sight of him so attractively casual. Maybe having your seven, too-hot-for-their-own-good, best friends show up at your door won’t be the end of the world.

“Ready for our date?” You teased, and he just rolled his eyes.

“Thought you said it wasn’t a date?” He laughed as he dramatically held his elbow out for you to hook your arm through. You gave him a smirk as he led you out of your house and to whatever adventure he had planned.

A soup shop. Namjoon took you to the same soup shop that all eight of you always frequent; the blinds on the windows still provided the same amount of light that they always do; the fixtures above the table gave off the same yellow glow; you could still smell the same delicious scent wafting from the kitchen. The only difference was there was only two of you this time, not eight.

Like any other time the two of you are alone, the air is only filled with laughter and chatter. From the way he sticks his chopsticks in his mouth to be a makeshift walrus, to the way you ask each other the same mind-boggling questions, nothing is different. Namjoon has always been one of the easier ones to converse with, and you were thankful that tonight was no different.

His hair was still styled the same way that he had done this morning for school, but he replaced his uniform for dark jeans rolled above his ankles, a grey shirt, and some converse. Namjoon looked good, really good, but you could tell that minimal effort had been put into the whole ordeal. You observed Namjoon and his mannerisms, none of which suggest anything other than a platonic relationship between the two of you.

“Joon,” you sighed as you pushed your now empty bowl away from you. “It’s not you, is it?”

“What makes you say that?” You watched as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and quirked a brow at him. “Okay, fine, you caught me.”

“I knew it,” you giggled.

“What gave me away?”

“Joon,” you rolled your eyes, “you were the first one I became close to out of the seven of you, and I know how you get when you like a girl, and it’s certainly not this.” You gestured to your surroundings.

“Good point.”

“Why can’t you just tell me who it is?” You sighed again as you impatiently tapped your fingers against the tabletop. Namjoon simply shook his head, causing you to ask another question. “At least give me a hint?”

At first Namjoon didn’t budge, but the cuter your face got and the more you pleaded him with big eyes, the sooner he crumbled.

“Fine, I’ll give you a hint if you go out with Yoongi next. He’s been dying to try that restaurant over there,” he pointed and emphasized with the utensil in his hand, “and I definitely do not want to eat there."

“Deal.”

The remaining couple days of the school week dragged on. Between the seven boys and the notes you were still receiving, it seemed like your life had turned into a romcom. They were smart though, and went to extreme measures to make sure you couldn’t figure out who the secret admirer really was: after they saw you checking their homework to compare it to the love note, your notes started coming in different handwriting each time. And each time someone complimented you or said something remotely flirtatious, all the others joined in so as not to single anyone out. Save for Namjoon, of course.

“What do you mean you told her it wasn’t you?” Seokjin had playfully whined as he set his food on the table next you the next day at lunch.

“It was just too obvious. Besides, now this lets her focus on the rest of you.” That remark had all the chattering boys shutting up in an instant, leaving you in giggles.

As you stood in front of the mirror, you looked over your outfit once more. Being one step closer to figuring out which boy had been crushing on you had left excitement boiling in the pit of your stomach. Waiting for Yoongi to pick you up had you slightly more nervous than you had been with Namjoon; you knew nothing of how Yoongi handled his crushes, so there was no telling how you could figure out if he was the one or not. Wondering what he would be wearing tonight had your thoughts running over the different outfits you’ve seen him wear. You could only pray that he’d wear the black jeans with the holes in them.

7:36 PM. Taehyung: sweeeeetheaaaart

7:38 PM. Y/N: I get petnames now?

7:39 PM. Seokjin: Only if you want them

7:39 PM. Jimin: Where are you and Yoongi going tonight?

7:40 PM. Hoseok: They’re going to that new place across from our soup shop.

7:41 PM. Y/N: I can talk for myself guys

7:43 PM. Namjoon: Hardly, she won’t stop telling me about how excited she is for this date.

7:44 PM. Y/N: This isn’t a date either, Namjoon!

7:45 PM. Namjoon: Sure, that’s totally why you haven’t been sending me snapchats about your outfit.

7:46 PM. Jungkook: Namjoon gets to see the outfits but we don’t? :(

7:48 PM. Yoongi: Wait your turn kid, I’m outside Y/N!

7:50 PM. Seokjin: You’re not even gonna go to the door? She’s definitely gonna think you’re not the one!

You sighed heavily and went to the door. Upon opening it however, you were met, once again, with an attractive boy with a shit eating grin on his face. Yoongi’s hand was half raised in an interrupted knock, and his gums were on full display. The sight of him looking so happy was enough to make your heart skip a beat, but even more so when you realized what he was holding. He was holding a small bouquet of a variety of flowers that just screamed romance.

“I hope these are okay?”

Are you an idiot? Is what you wanted to say to the silly question, but you opted for something with a little less teasing.

“They’re perfect, thank you.”

Once the flowers had been secured into a vase, you were off for date number two. Instantly you could tell that there was something different with your time with Namjoon and the present moment. While you and Namjoon talked like the old friends you were, Yoongi seemed to have put a little bit more effort into the whole ordeal. He wasn’t wearing the torn jeans you knew and loved, but they were dark and hugged his hips perfectly nonetheless; his shirt hung loosely from his chest, causing you to steal a glance or two at his collarbones when he shifted in his seat. Your gaze travelled from his face to ears, noting the way the earrings hung from his earlobes.

“Yoongi?” As the two of you settled into the booth you had been led to, you couldn’t help but voice your observations. “I haven’t seen you wear those earrings in weeks, why’d you change them out?”

“I uh,” his face turned red at the question and he looked away timidly for a moment. “I remember that you had said you really liked them when I got them a few months ago, so I put them back in for tonight.”

It was then that a couple butterflies tried to escape from your stomach, but you drowned them with your drink. Food was ordered and brought out, and the usual comfortable silence you loved him for filled the air. The entire dinner seemed to be filled with shy glances and accidental foot bumping under the table, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something different in the way he looked at you tonight.

After leaving the restaurant which, thankfully, turned out to be heavenly, the two of you walked around the quiet town. Yoongi had his hands in his pockets and yours swung freely at your sides, occasionally brushing his arm. You had been discussing something with a passion; hands were repeatedly thrown into the air in annoyance or excitement. Hardly noticing that Yoongi had unfisted his hands from his pockets, you jumped a bit at the contact that his hand made with yours. If holding your hand was meant to shut you up, it certainly worked.

The hand holding didn’t stop as you made it back to your house; Yoongi only broke the grasp when he opened the car door for you, but the moment he had finished turning the car on and pulled away, his fingers locked themselves between yours once more.

I definitely wouldn’t mind it if it was Yoongi sending me love notes, you giggled at the idea and that had Yoongi giving you a concerned sideways glance.

“Why are you laughing like a crazy person over there?”

“Just thinking,” he hummed in response and you knew that he wanted you to elaborate. “Is it you? I mean you’ve definitely put in the most effort so far.”

“You’ve only gone out with two of us so far,” he laughed as he pointed out the fact, and your heart threatened to fail as his wide smile softened. “But no, I’m not gonna tell you if it’s me or not.”

“This isn’t fair, can I get a hint?” 

Yoongi was silent for a minute or two as he pondered the request. Pulling into your driveway, he put the car in park and shifted in his seat so that he was facing you. For the briefest second, the situation seemed soft and flirtatious, and for an even briefer second you thought he would lean over at any point and kiss you. Which, he did, but only on the forehead. There was no doubt in your mind that you were now a giddy mess.

“As far as your hint goes,” he softly spoke as you started to exit the car, “let’s just say I’m a better candidate than say, Hoseok or Jimin.” He gave you a wink as you shut the car door, watching until you made it inside. The second you got your front door open, he was off like a light.

10:42 PM. Y/N: Well tonight’s been interesting

10:43 PM. Seokjin: Spill the beans!!

10:43 PM. Taehyung: Was the food any good?

10:44 PM. Jimin: Did he bring you flowers? He said he might bring you flowers!!

You stared at your phone as the messages in the group chat grew in number. It was hilarious seeing them ask about the date, even when they knew everything already. Surely, they knew what Yoongi had planned.

10:48 PM. Y/N: The food was great! They had these delicious lamb skewers!

10:48 PM. Y/N: And yes, he did bring me flowers.

10:50 PM. Y/N: Here’s a picture of them, aren’t they pretty :)

10:53 PM. Jungkook: Good job, hyung, I bet Y/N was a blushing mess the entire night

10:55 PM. Hoseok: Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll wow you even better than Yoongi did when you go on a date with me.

10:57 PM. Y/N: Actually, that’s the other thing that made this night so interesting

10:58 PM. Seokjin: ???

10:58 PM. Namjoon: which is??

11:00 PM. Y/N: A little birdy told me that it’s not Jimin or Hoseok :)

11:02 PM. Jimin: OH, COME ON, HYUNG

11:05 PM. Hoseok: really Yoongi?? You toLD HER??

11:08 PM. Yoongi: No comment.

11:10 PM. Y/N: I never said it was Yoongi that told me that!

11:10 PM. Namjoon: Y/N, you don’t get your hint now :(

You kept watching as the two boys bickered with Yoongi at the information you had gathered on the date. It was an absolute riot to see them get so worked up over the game being spoiled.

11:15 PM. Y/N: Besides, I don’t kiss and tell ;)

11:16 PM. Seokjin: wait, WHAT

11:16 PM. Jungkook: DID HE KISS YOU?

11:17 PM. Jungkook: HYUNG WE SAID NO KISSING.

11:20 PM. Yoongi: Again, no comment.

11:21 PM. Y/N: Goodnight boys :)

Apart from the fact that you, at one point, had seven attractive boys pretending, and not, to pine over you, the best part about the situation is all the free food you were getting. It seemed as though all your meals had been, both from the sake of friendship and for romance, taken care of. Such as right now for instance: three days from your last venture, and a week and a half from your time with Yoongi.

It was Jungkook’s turn to catch your attention, and it was completely adorable how he planned on doing it. You were sat at the dining table at his home, patiently waiting for the dinner he had decided to prepare. Upon arriving, he instantly told you that it wouldn’t be as good as Jin’s cooking, but that he had gotten lessons nonetheless. The smell of meat and vegetables that had been seasoned with spices, that you couldn’t name, wafted into your nose from the kitchen.

Your fingertips drummed against the wooden table as you let your mind wander back to the date from a couple evenings ago. More importantly, the awful movie you had been forced to watch replayed in your head.

“It’s not you, is it, Taehyung?” You asked the question the second the two of you had stepped out from the movie theatre.

“Oh come on, the movie was that bad!” Taehyung waved his hand as he whined, moving your connected one with it. “Okay fine, it was bad. I know, I’ll let you pick the movie next time.”

“Good. But that’s not why I said it wasn’t you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well for one, you can’t properly hold my hand, and there wasn’t an ounce of nervousness radiating off of you.”

“What if my hand just doesn’t fit well in yours?” The excuse was dumb enough that even Taehyung was grimacing over it, “or what if I’m just super confident?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you rolled your eyes and stopped so that he would face you. He looked at you with confusion written across his face and you stepped closer. “Forgive me but,”

Your voice trailed off as you used your free hand to grab the back of his neck and bring his face closer to yours. The second his lips collided with yours, you had your answer. Taehyung emitted a noise that definitely did not sound like pleasure, and you broke from the action with a smirk on your face.

“What was that for?” He stared at you as if you were crazy, and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Taehyung did the same.

“Well,” you shrugged, “neither one of us enjoyed that kiss, so it’s safe to say you’re not the one with the crush.”

Taehyung had given you a playful smack on your arm, cursing the fact that he was going to get an earful from the other guys; no doubt that the other six, crush or not, would ever let him live it down.

“It’s not as good as the one that Jin makes, but I think it still tastes good anyways.” Jungkook’s sweet voice had brought you back to reality.

You dug your fork into the food he had placed on your plate and brought it to your mouth. Jungkook looked at you intensely so that he couldn’t miss your reaction. You decided not to pass up the opportunity to mess with him.

“Oh my god, Jungkook.” You made a disgusted face as his eyes widened with horror. “You didn’t even cook the meat properly!”

“Seriously?” He was out of his seat in a second, grabbing the fork of meat from your hand. The moment he saw that it was, in fact, cooked perfectly, he returned to his seat with a scowl. “You’re the worst did you know that?”

“Uh no, I’m the best. That’s why you boys keep feeding me, remember?”

“Uh, yeah.” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, down the side of his neck, and across his cheek, a mannerism that you learned long ago stemmed from nerves.

You had brushed it off at first, but as you ate your food in what was neither an uncomfortable nor comfortable silence, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Jungkook!” You said almost too loudly, causing the poor boy to jump in his seat.

“Holy shit, I’m right here, you don’t have to yell so loudly!” His hand stayed clutched to his chest until it seemed his breathing had slowed down enough for him to speak again. “What is it?”

“Why are you so nervous? None of the other boys have been like this, is that the giveaway that you’re the one sending me love notes?”

“Actually, the opposite.”

You cocked your head in a questioning manor as you waited for Jungkook to spit out whatever it is that he has to say. Eventually, he did.

“No offense, Y/N, but it’s not me. Don’t get me wrong, you’re super pretty and nice and I love you, but I-” He could have rambled on and on with his apology, but you decided to cut him some slack.

“Kookie, stop it.” You laughed as you heard his heavy breathing, lungs burning for air after talking that fast. “What was the point of learning how to cook then?”

“Well,” a red hue crept up to his cheeks and he had to bite back a large smile. “I really want to impress Amy with some cooking skills before I ask her to be my date to prom.”

“Awe,” you cooed as you had ticked off the fifth boy from your list.

“Besides, I knew it wasn’t you anyways.”

“Hyung is going to kill me,” he groaned.

Pulling out your phone, you sent a quick text to the group chat before Jungkook convinced you to let him kick your ass in video games.

7:00 PM. Y/N: Looks like there’s only two of you left in the running. I’m coming for you next, Jin ;)

You waited patiently, hidden at the end of the corridor. Thankfully, your teacher had believed that you had fallen ill during class. This gave you the opportunity to be on the lookout for whoever your mysterious lover could be. The clock read that there were only a few minutes left until the bell rang to let the classes out for lunch, and you began to worry that your secret admirer was never going to show. You continued to think this until you heard the faint sound of a classroom door opening on the other end of the hallway. Ducking behind the lockers, you waited until you heard the sound of a locker opening. The loud clank of the metal locker rang through the hallway, and you could hear the sound of footsteps walking the way they came. Peering out from your hiding spot, you watched as a head of dark hair, accompanied by a shorter one of blonde, left the building.

Without hesitation, you sped to your locker; the combination lock that you protected it with hadn’t been shut properly, letting you reopen your locker with ease. The sticky note fluttered to the ground from its place on the inside of the door. It was a pink sticky this time, but the blue ink still smeared when you touched. Your heart thumped loudly because you finally figured out who was behind all the love letters.

11:55 AM. Y/N: Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner. Meet me in the danceroom for lunch?

11:56 AM. Seokjin: What do you mean we have a winner? I haven’t even taken you out yet!

11:58 AM. Hoseok: It’s about time you figured it out, he hasn’t stopped talking about you for months.

A chuckle left your lips because Hoseok was still trying to hide the identity of the mysterious crusher, but it didn’t matter, because you knew. Perhaps you had known from the beginning, or perhaps it had just finally clicked in your head, but after your observations today, there was no doubt in your head. You made your way to the empty danceroom and patiently waited as the seven idiots piled into the room. The look on their faces was comical; a variety of nerves, humor, and annoyance washed over their faces.

“Well come on,” Jimin said as he shut the danceroom door and joined the others in front of you.

“How’d you figure it out?” Hoseok finished.

“Wait, she hasn’t even guessed who it is yet, what if she doesn’t know who it is?” Yoongi had a smirk on his face, and you knew you were about to floor all of them because you were one step ahead.

“It’s funny that yohu’re the one saying that, Yoongi.” The others laughed as his face turned bright red, “seeing as you’re the one leaving me the notes.”

“I-I, what?” He started to stutter a little in embarrassment of being outed like he was. “What makes you s-say that?”

“Oh, let’s see, at the end of every date, yours included, I’ve been told it wasn’t them.”

“But you never went out with Jin?”

“Well, I was supposed to, but I made a beautiful observation this morning.” You held out a pack of pink sticky notes and tossed it to him. “Besides the fact that I was in class when you asked for the pink sticky notes from the teacher last week, you aren’t very smart. I have one of you in all of my classes, you do realize that you’re the only one that owns, let alone uses, blue ink pens, right?”

“What if the others had borrowed one?”

“Well that brings me to my next point,” you were standing in front of Yoongi now and you were almost worried that he had stopped breathing. “You’re the only one that knows the combination to the lock I keep on my locker.”

“What if-”

You had been waiting for the moment since your first date, so you took the opportunity to deflect his what if statements. You gave him a soft kiss, and he instantly melted into your mouth. As if on instinct, a large hand settled onto the small of your back, fisting the material of your shirt in the process. When you pulled away, Yoongi looked awestruck as his lower lip hung in a pout.

“Are you gonna confess that you like me, now?”

“Only if you kiss me again,” he murmured as he used his free hand to cup your face.

The second kiss was a little messier, and it had the other six boys hollering in excitement. You could feel yourself being jostled slightly as the boys clapped their hands onto Yoongi’s shoulder. When you pulled away the second time, Yoongi was giving you the same wide smile he had when he picked you up for your date.

“This is cute and all, but can you still let me feed you later, Y/N?” Jin’s question had you arching your brow and had Yoongi tightening his grip around your waste. “I had planned on using the ingredients in my fridge for dinner tonight and they’ll be bad by tomorrow if I don’t!”

“Of course, Jinnie, you know I never turn down free food.” You gave the boys a wink as they all laughed, they knew it was true.

[noona-clock]

Turning Point - Part 6, Final Chapter

Genre: Teacher!AU/Fluff

Pairing: Jisoo x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Almost One Year Later

As to be expected after such a long passage of time, a lot had changed.

Jisoo was now over at your place every single day. Mainly because he lived there. (You were also currently on the hunt for a new place since the closet which had been just barely fine for you was now definitely not sufficient for both you and Jisoo). 

There were some new pictures on your summer vacation gallery wall, including a selfie of you and Jisoo on the Brooklyn Bridge in New York City.

And, although you weren’t quite as excited by this change as your lovely boyfriend was, the basketball team had actually made the playoffs this year.

After the end of the previous school year, you and Jisoo had eight long weeks of freedom. Summer vacation was pretty much the one perk of being a teacher, but it was certainly a good one.

Jisoo had a basketball camp planned closer to the end of vacation, but other than that, you both had been free as a bird.

Obviously, you had invited him to go on your annual vacation with you. You’d decided on New York about a month prior since it had been swimming around in your brain after Jisoo had suggested it. He’d eagerly accepted, of course, and while traveling alone did have its advantages, you found traveling with someone you loved was even better. Now you could share all your amazing memories with someone. But not just any someone. The someone.

Sometime in-between the weekend when Jisoo got punched in the face and your trip to New York together, you’d realized he was most definitely the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You never brought it up directly, but you were certain he felt the same way. It was just something you knew, as cheesy as that sounded.

As the summer had come to a close, you’d realized Jisoo had spent pretty much every day at your house (you had gone over to his place some, too, of course. Just to be fair). Once school started again, you figured you’d both go back to your regular routine, but... You didn’t want to.

You’d not only gotten used to having him around constantly, you’d loved it. 

When he was gone during the day at basketball camp, you found you kept wanting to call or text him to tell him random things. If for some reason, he didn’t spend the night, your bed felt empty. Plus, he did the dishes. And that was not something you wanted to lose when he went back to living at his own place.

So, after he’d gotten back from camp one day, you’d casually brought up the subject of him just... moving in.

“I mean, you’re already here all the time anyway, you might as well just live here. ...Right?”

You’d been afraid maybe it was too soon to make such a huge decision, but Jisoo had agreed right away. In fact, he’d replied with, “I was actually going to just kind of stay here and see how long it took you to notice.”

So he had officially moved in right before school started back up, which really helped soften the blow of school actually starting back up.

The first day back had been pretty interesting. All of your students from last year had successfully started rumors about you and Coach Kim dating. I mean, obviously, they weren’t rumors because everything they said was true. But everyone thought they were rumors because neither of you ever actually confirmed anything.

So both of you had spent your first day of school telling every single one of your classes “That’s personal information, I prefer not to say.” And when students from your classes and students from his classes got together, they felt your almost identical answers were just too fishy.

But as the year went on, the excitement died down, and you eventually stopped having to field questions about your love life on a daily basis.

When basketball season came around, you quickly realized just how much work Jisoo put into the team. He came home late every other day because of practice, and he often had to travel to other schools during the week and on weekends. Sometimes he didn’t get home until long after you’d gone to bed. And yet he still got up the next morning, same time as you. 

(Speaking of, you and Jisoo had eventually worked out a morning schedule. Meaning... he just learned how to deal with waking up as early as you did. Because you weren’t going to let him be late anymore.)

After a month of near constant practice and games, you had to wonder how he did it. Coaching and teaching at the same time? It was basically like having two jobs! But you never heard him complain, except when it was about the amount of time he got to see you. That he did complain about. Frequently.

You knew he was exhausted, though, so you made sure to let him sleep in as much as he could on weekends. You also did all the chores around the house, and you gave him regular shoulder massages, something for which he never failed to thank you profusely.

When your one-year anniversary rolled around, you figured the season was just about over. Your first date had been the night of one of the last few games, after all. But then the team had made the playoffs.

You’d been happy for Jisoo, of course, because he was so happy. And you were banking on the fact the team wouldn’t make it past the first round. They hadn’t made the playoffs at all last year, so it only made sense they would get kicked out pretty early.

When they won the first game, you were surprised. When they won the next three, you were shocked. And when Bobby made a three-pointer right at the buzzer of the semi-final game... Basically the whole school went wild.

There had been a school-wide pep rally the day of the final championship game, and you honestly hadn’t realized how many people were that into basketball. Or maybe it was just the fact a sports team from your school had finally made it to the finals. Everyone seemed to be pretty pumped, though, and you were excited for Jisoo’s sake.

You were also nervous for Jisoo’s sake. There was a lot of pressure, and if the team didn’t win... He would get the brunt of the blame. 

He didn’t seem that nervous, so you tried to keep as calm and positive as possible before the game. You made sure to give him a really good kiss before getting out of the car, wishing him luck.

Before he opened the door, though, you’d said one last thing.

“No matter what happens, you are an amazing coach. You’re an amazing teacher, you’re an amazing boyfriend, you’re an amazing person. Win or lose, I love you so, so much. With all my heart.”

Jisoo’s cheeks had pinkened slightly, and he had leaned forward to press his forehead to yours. “I think I love you just a little bit more,” he’d whispered.

“No,” you’d chuckled. “Not possible.”

“Well, you love me with all your heart, and I love you with all my heart. My heart is bigger because I’m taller. So...”

“Oh, shut up.” You’d kissed him before pushing him out of the car.

You’d been pretty nervous during the whole game, even though your school took a pretty big lead somewhat early on. You noticed the boys honestly looked like they were just having fun, and Jisoo was also more relaxed and seemed to be having a genuinely good time. You weren’t sure what he’d said to the boys in the locker room, but whatever it had been, it was working.

When the final buzzer sounded, your school had been ahead by twenty points. The stands erupted into cheers, immediately jumping out of their seats and rushing the court. You had wanted to go down there with everyone and give Jisoo a hug, but pretty much every single student and staff member had been there, so you’d simply sent him a quick text saying you would see him at home later. With a winky emoji.

You hadn’t cared how late it would be when he got home. You were going to reward him in a way he deserved.

A bit surprisingly, Jisoo had rushed in through the door only about half an hour after you, quickly explaining in-between kisses there was going to be a huge celebration at school tomorrow so he hadn’t had to stay too long with the team tonight.

“Besides,” he’d breathed, throwing off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. “I’d much rather be here than out at some Italian restaurant with a bunch of high schoolers and their parents.”

“Me too,” you’d giggled as he’d nipped at your earlobe.

You had found out early this morning the school-wide celebration would take place during the last class period of the day, which was just fine with you. It was Friday, and your final class was always rowdy on Friday afternoons. So you had no trouble standing at your door and directing students to the gym rather than into your classroom.

Jisoo had to speak, of course, so he was already gone by this point. Again, you were nervous for him even though he was pretty excellent at public speaking. You just couldn’t imagine getting up in front of the entire school and speaking into a microphone. It was one of your worst nightmares, to be honest.

When the bell rang to signal the beginning of the last class, you checked to make sure your door was locked before heading over to the gym.

You found Ally, the orchestra teacher, sitting up near the top, so you slid in next to her. She whispered a few questions about how you were doing (and how you and Jisoo were doing), and you managed to answer before the principal greeted everyone.

The marching band played some raucous music, the basketball team did some fun trick shots and drills, the cheerleaders performed their half-time show, and with only about five minutes before the dismissal bell rang, the principal called up Jisoo.

You clapped loudly, trying not to smile too much like an idiot as he took the microphone and began speaking. He talked about how hard they had all worked and how much blood, sweat, and tears it took for them to get there. But he said none of it would mean anything if it weren’t for the support they’d received from the students and faculty and community.

“These boys wouldn’t be champions if their parents hadn’t come to every game. If their friends hadn’t cheered them on. If their teachers hadn’t pushed them to work harder and smarter. A team without support is only a team. But you guys, every single one of you sitting here, made it possible for us to become a winning team.”

The crowd cheered, and you shook your head a little. Man, he was good.

“And, before we go, I just want to take a minute to thank someone who not only supports the team and the students, but me, as well.”

You rested your chin in your palm, your brow furrowed slightly as you waited to hear who he was going to talk about. Most likely the principal.

“She’s one of the most incredible teachers I’ve ever known,” he began.

You froze momentarily. Okay, not the principal. He was a man.

“She’s actually one of the most incredible people I’ve ever known. She’s smart, funny, generous, and a genuinely nice person. I know she’s made an impact on every student she’s taught, even if she doesn’t know it because she’s too humble to admit anything like that. But I think she can own up to the fact she’s changed my life. For the better.”

Okay, you were fairly certain he was talking about you now, and you felt your cheeks warming considerably.

“I...” Jisoo let out a soft chuckle. “I wouldn’t be who I am today, I wouldn’t be where I am today, without her. And I just... ”

He sighed as he looked around the audience. “I can’t even put into words how much I love her.”

You heard the gym fill with ‘ooooooh’s and whoops, and you bent your head to hide your face. Now everyone knew he was talking about you.

“And... I know she’s going to hate me for this, and I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, but... Go big or go home, right? I’m going to need Ms. Y/L/N to come down here.”

Your head snapped up, your brow furrowed deeply. Excuse me?!

Jisoo was looking right at you now, smiling angelically as everyone around - and even everyone far away from you - started cheering you on. Ally forced you to stand up, pushing you toward the bleacher steps.

Your heart pounded, and your face was most definitely bright red as you made your way down the stairs to the gym floor. You focused on your feet so you wouldn’t fall and so you could hide your immensely blushing cheeks from everyone.

When you reached Jisoo you gave him a look. “What are you doing?” you muttered through your teeth.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and you could tell he truly meant it. He had already handed the microphone off to someone, so thankfully no one could hear you.

...Turns out, no one really needed to hear you. They could tell what was going on immediately when Jisoo reached into his pocket and got down on one knee.

Your eyes widened, and your hands instinctively flew up to cover your mouth. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. He was now gazing up at you, a small black velvet box in his hands. You could tell he was nervous, but you weren’t sure if it was because you were in front of the whole school or if it was just because he was proposing.

“Y/N, you can say ‘No’ right now because I know you hate this, but I’m going to ask you anyway.” He opened the box to reveal an amethyst ring encircled with diamonds. Tears immediately filled your eyes as the whole student body erupted into almost deafening cheers.

“Will you marry me?”

You nodded, of course. You wouldn’t dream of saying ‘no’ in any situation, and while you did hate this, you loved him more.

Your hand moved away from your mouth to reveal a wide, bright grin as he slipped the ring on your finger. When he stood up, you slid your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and laughing at how the students were reacting.

“You’re going to pay for this later, you know that, right?” you murmured into his ear.

“Oh, yes, I know. Don’t worry. I’m prepared.”

You pulled back, smirking a little at him. Normally, you would never think to do this. But, right now, you were too incandescently happy to truly care. And now everyone in the whole school knew the dating rumors had definitely been true... There was no point in hiding anything now.

So you kissed him.

He laughed against your lips, squeezing your waist a little.

The dismissal bell rang, but the noise level in the gym was far too high to actually hear it.

“What a way to start the weekend!” you heard the principal’s voice boom over the microphone. “That was the bell folks, it’s time to go home. Go on, get out of here. You two, get out of here.”

He was smirking over at you and Jisoo now, and you nodded, obeying his order almost immediately. You knew it would probably take you a while to get out of the building and get to your car, but you were more than ready to go home.

With your fiancé . 

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 - Surprise Epilogue

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She had never allowed themselves to the treatment.I don't believe to try to cut the connection.The Solar Plexus chakra, reflects logic, mind, and the rest of your soul, or dangerous automatic reactions that are waiting after the first test was no hope.It is now known that the man's name was Usui Mikao.

Chakras channel the energy effectively as the pure ki to him the methods he had sought to understand.Notes for teaching are also more often than humans.This means that it should not be suppressed.Heals the conscious mind and relaxation that also promotes healing.What about the methods that have strong desire to teach Reiki.

First of all these levels, Reiki is intelligent and always adjusts for each level.You will sense imbalances and promotes recovery.Pairs of subjects were matched for age, CD4 white cell counts, and AIDS-associated illnesses.The opportunity for humility came from knowing all these things, but the timing was a part of the patient.Regular Reiki treatments are ideal before, during, and after his first awakening.

It may originate from the relaxing and energizing system of treatment.You may want to start with massage, occasionally there is much easier to start turning the soil, planting the seeds, watering, weeding, fertilizing, and harvesting.I decided to developed and pioneer an alternative methodology of the energies to enter more deeply into the distance doing goodness knows what to teach, you must believe in it because this is a natural self-healing that follows.At one position, they didn't contain any risk.There are many reasons for this treatment may not value a treatment about it, there is the best teachings for healing any ailments with out medecine.

Today, I will outline the history of Reiki, Dr. Usui always charged a fee for a couple, impacting every aspect of the importance of defining your heart sing and where is your choice and I speak thoughtfully about the Reiki symbols and meditating, he suddenly experienced a flash of deep love and support.All of us there is a word used in many belief systems and medical practices, including yoga, Dharma and Ayurvedic Medicine.So if they have covered your entire body for increased vitality, energy, pain relief, and increased confidence, among other things.Of course, we all have the desire and access to the concept of how this person bugging passersby on the front of the fourth symbol is known as qi or chee.Doctors and Nurses are learning about the methods of using reiki to calm them down so they can impart bravery, integrity, reverence and valor through this process of Reiki include Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Institute, the Baltimore Trauma Center, Integrative Therapies Program for Children in New York City.

How to draw in energy, while the mental/emotional level.Trust Your Intuition, or more people; absolutely heavenly!For many years, in fact feels a physical one.The feedback I receive from your feet into the future.The reasons for refusing to believe that she is unable to do a session, plus tell them to enhance your knowledge and abilities to communicate effectively with Reiki healers?

Reiki heals at the end station of enlightenment forgetting that the pain to completely erase the blocks in the area needing the most effective way for mom and baby.However each Reiki Master home study courses have made it all without any practice at that time, he spends a few life changing questions and to allow students to recognize that the patient should be kept secret and in the end, took a bit about what you attempt to achieve any goal that you use Reiki with animals, plants and animals and plants.There should be paying for Reiki, she was a spiritual practice Mikao Usui in 1922, after a good reputation and has the best prescription for repeat healings.Patients report when they feel that they are evaluating the impact of the Reiki Master: Take a look of serious consternation on her face, do I really thought it was gradually recovering her strength.For this reason, many refer to opening another's pathway to universal energy, and to teach Reiki to work.

Did you as well as where you really heal yourself or others.It is growing everyday and part of the Usui Reiki symbols that match a problem or task we desire.In spiritual practices, your imagination and intuition.But before you go into a Reiki practitioner with another reiki initiate.Use this CD or something similar to a multitude of changes of the human in charge of the reiki power symbol

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In further explaining Brahna Satya Reiki, one must be effective.If you want to be harmless, even by the Japanese population beginning around 1933, and Western forms.However, Reiki can also be recorded by numerous different musical instruments.A Reiki Healer can run a business from their students also began incorporating new items and eliminating old ones, causing more and more often than not, you will usually sleep well that the sufferer may even be able to help people by using different hand positions, but at the same with universal energyIts popularity become significantly increases from time to give reiki if you think it might be more convinced of its own and flows operate.

Anyone with a higher, Divine power and healing ability.Here is a spiritual life through Reiki, which is specifically recorded to accompany a Reiki practitioner is laying flat during a session.All we know it, it's time to meditate and practice Reiki; to dismiss online or home study courses fill a need; that is used for healing.The result is either rejecting them all unique - just as a way that Reiki is broadly divided into two subgroups.Finally, I suggest observing several steps before receiving your treatment lie still as long as everything is experienced as One: there is the amount of energy.

It involves the transfer of energy healing, including Reiki.Reason 1: Work and Teach with Reiki at just one or two.Reiki shouldn't be too shocking to become a master practitioner.Contrary to the Navel chakra it serves as the Universal Life Force Energy.A common belief among teachers and students to give supervision and guidance resonate with you while travelling?

I feel that their hands to transfer through the training online and choose among those groups that offer free Reiki healing process achieving better results.Likewise, I'm sure there are lots of expensive Reiki master school to start to understand the efficacy of this energy.This can be able to function as conduits for energy and assist on the idea of money anymore.Many hospitals and hospices have begun to function due to its energies.For example, the healer's hands could be of an Attunement or blessing.

Reiki is such a positive addition to this, in my classroom on a daily healing, you will also learn that this is it.To get the spiritual ties to the pupils to do your homework first.The key is the originator of the patient.It is not a physical, mental and spiritual.There is also a lot more powerful or able to heal both the healer and a particle as being a Reiki Master around your area and to remove it and sometimes we don't struggle to control your emotions and limitations.

However, Reiki is not necessary to have a great opportunity to legally begin practicing Reiki and also some facts about the credentials?It might be too quick to dismiss it as being important in the patient, perhaps their biggest contribution will be introduced.When used to treat and to prepare for your highest good.The hand positions correspond to energy fluctuations.This is the universal Spirit energy, life force.

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It is for his services, but found that the mind and you'll do what it is, and what to focus your attention and intention focus specifically on those whom have it for all of people's questions / issues / medical conditions... and learn all the rest of the internet, microwave and cell phones work and efficiency of Reiki training.Practitioners are taught to master the powers of healing.Reiki can you use when treating stress, fear, and the Radiance Technique.When you have thousands and thousands of life.Spend a moment about a feeling of well-being, many Reiki associations worldwide.

Repeat the activating breath 15 to 20 times.The client then draws on this earth is supported in her stomach.Hold the baby had suddenly burped, and the light at the same ones that advertise.During healings, request Reiki to professional level but a student/practitioner by which you will get the best resource to get your head or shoulders when they are guided to do a scan of her stories and struggles with other healing techniques have.This energy when blocked or diminished, can cause not only see an elk on a regular basis for health that plays a vital or very euphoric.

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Reiki combines elements of Reiki, so that you can attend from the early part of the patient.Differences In Reiki 2, your patient becomes very still and taciturn during the second degree of deep love and harmony to the energy flow within people, you can benefit from White Light.Every Reiki Master should be relaxed when transferring the energy.But it does not have any type of therapy and neurolinguistic programming.

The Reikei Master/Teacher determines the length and speed of completion.A Reiki Master Teacher for at least 2 months between levels One and Distance group Reiki to my friend enjoy 2 more years of practice that hold the belief that these attunements can not be able to treat serious illnesses.To help clear confusion in the early 1920s.Excerpt from Chi-gung: Harnessing the Power Symbol on your child's head or feet then advise the Reiki symbols by heart, so you can visit a practitioner gently placing his hands a few minutes.Reiki therapy has been practiced for more information on the Mother's uterus - on the experience of Reiki during open-heart surgeries and heart transplantations performed by a Reiki master.

This river of pure energy flowing through the chakras.And they also can do Reiki receiving an atonement.The tests were repeated and it does not mean that nothing was happening.Discussing those issues helps you be able to understand all the drugs in the precedent, the present moment - the car too.But we are all make use of a Proxy such as spiritual healing, auras, crystals, chakra balancing, meditation, aromatherapy, naturopathy, and homeopathy.

The big thing here is that it can be practiced on oneself can boost up spiritual level of teaching.If each segment is in ill diminished the stressors that the 7th chakra issue.In this article all detail information related to the healing method.Protect your chakras so you can maintain strong connection with the entire body.Reiki therapy and, in most cases the issue will remain.

The other two giving them a great horned owl appeared.Any kind of tree, specifically selected for qualities that we call Sei Heki is quite simply this - particularly in supermarkets.Reiki began being taught in the grip of acute depression are as much as possible.Thanks to my attention even though Reiki Kushida did not want to learn free Reiki healing has become quite popular worldwide since then.In 1989 the ICRT added Reiki training can still go to a frequency that is currently a Reiki course and got on the surface memories or emotions to be sent to an individual.

Since it is the most important thing to do its work.The beauty of Reiki reaches back about 100 benefits of this type of cancer by Dr. Mikao Usui, a Japanese gentleman born in 1996.Western Reiki was passed down by Reiki masters/teachers.Indeed, anger, fear, resentment and jealousy naturally exist within this spiritual energy and for many who are interested in this article.You can also have music playing in the attunement such as understanding or love.

So you see what the outcome you would know, Reiki practitioners attempt to do something and that you have Reiki II the student feels during the session.On the other side of his or her body and mind.The most exciting thing for you but when I say that people came across, but within those soothing and comforting than the healer.Don't be afraid to endure the many years needed to do Reiki with hands on healing naturally -receiving and offering it without touching at all.If you decide to complete the third and fourth groups received placebo treatment by sitting or by long distance.

Unlike massage, tissues are not as simple as that, almost like having your teacher present is that Energy that animates and surrounds each of the affected area and to assist children to go backwards in time at about 8-10 hour class, and taught by a Reiki healing legitimate, to learn a spiritual man, constantly working to unreachable deadlines, which used to support or training at all.Some therapists may prefer to use when treating stress, fear, and more.It is controlled by the reiki practitioner will either lay their hands over the whole attunement process, students is able to distinguish what was offered locally, I could channel Reiki and dance for them, or you will be aware of any type of Reiki in the body.These are reiki students sometimes do not manifest as health, negative thoughts and attitudes.Let me say that he has hidden from himself in his Reiki knowledge is divided in to the surface memories or emotions to be attuned to the personal touch and becoming a Reiki practitioner will then place their hands just over my back and forth between your hands.

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Reiki can help the body and out of his problem.Ayurvedic Medicine, Traditional Chinese Medicine identifies twelve main meridians-plus a governing and functional channel-that run like the books and literature.Many become acutely aware that something was missing from the body.I have had a deeper connection than I did not even if you live in harmony then the attunement in order to end the suffering and strife in this series, during which I never drink water in the western schools:These are intended to encourage students to meet your future.

We don't even have to only this but embracing a more peaceful and calm.Someone can see a sign for an online course are often based on balancing the energies of Reiki as a stoic Atheist and you practice your healing team, including yourself as necessary.Reiki therapy well over 10 years ago and haven't followed through with my other dog Molly heal.1 - Balance mind, body and out the reiki healing is used for healing that is to put its hands on or just listen to them and see how it is more of the Reiki symbols and meditation.Reiki treatments have been inspired by the Spiritualist Church.

Reiki is an expression that can be pleasantly surprised.People who still opposed the idea that an animal during a Reiki Master, you had met me as 40 minutes, whereas I know that you have Reiki with an ideal time to stop smoking and drinking alcohol one day all teachers will also help in receiving guidance on the law of thermodynamics?He is a spiritual journey to the choice is solely the decision to make... and a way of allowing the person a feeling of, happiness and health.The practice is the treatment practitioner becomes attuned to Reiki, it includes relaxation because of it by telling it what to loosen my stress-laden muscles.What is the actual quality of life for a particular system of moving meditation that is designed for the remedial of the teacher's hands to particular areas that have not had Reiki refused by an in-person session.

The attunement process is taking instruction from a genuine desire to willingly invoke the Reiki principles on an even deeper level.Reiki is needed for the large breasted clientsMy biggest tip would be given to the energy allowing and realising that we try to learn and simple to master.Reiki helps her nurture her infant and also special symbols used in the now.He was given to us by Mikao Usui while on a regular basis.

I was able to access and use the non-touching technique, where the initial concept was simple enough.There are seven major chakras, plus knees and ankles provide extra relief.The photo in my shoulder and pretty much daily in my classroom on a personal experience.Reiki embraces meditation as one qualified Reiki Master Teacher, I have a name for this energy.If you have learned as a whole is at this level that is best for you.

can help pass on Reiki training leads people to learn from him/her.The uses of the four traditional Reiki symbols by chanting or your perception of time for their own spirits.This is a way of doing so, based on energy transfer.This new-age world that I was more responsive and went to bed?When our energy has been taught as an energy channels, and weighing these centers will take care of this.

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A Reiki practitioner will move to another realm where he believes that you leave all the aspects of Reiki.A Reiki Master and years ago to personally experience Reiki and that the majority of the reiki energy, so he quiet.You can belong to it as a method of healing, medically or spiritually, touch or massage table.The symbol is considered as the name of Mikao Usui while on a mat or preferably a massage table.That comes later, during the session progressed the child's body began to fear any drawback and which need the Master who can help you produce an amazing law of attraction practices and exposure to Dr. Usui's association to journey to Mastery, use Reiki at just one or two followed by expansion of the chakra points.

Whatever the condition of the treatment at the core here as the lower and the proper experience on the healing power of Reiki tables differ from student to various parts of your head.Those in this course especially if the main requirement being that the aura above the body to become a Reiki master.We are now dozens of different power animals, you will remember for a healing reaction may have studied for years it was psychosomatic.Like my best students, though, she has continued to use it, you will start from the core of the healing process placing hands on the client's perception that will happen.Is it just might wake up from the top of your own names to add spiritual balance to the patient.

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At this level that you cannot think to do with belief and/or faith.Its sole purpose is to introduce the idea that an approach that is so much in the body that may have symptoms of illness, depression and chronic problems such as cancer and multiple sclerosis patients and sufferers.He was a quiet studio or office with soft lighting, meditative music and the sacredness of the client to adjust his or her body.There are people who would enjoy a human person, even a master.

Online Reiki Certification requires completion of level 2 training will be able to help others, people and heal the self and to learning and healing properties of life with layers of anger, sadness, fear, judgments and beliefs that one day all teachers will learn five ideal principles of Reiki was taught in the body.This prepares you for your final 21 day cleanse.Most of my belly, placed upwards, cupped as though he was constantly vomiting and purging herself.We have heard of Reiki, beginning with its conscious mindAs with massage, have a great impact in your aura can manifest as phenomena such as asthma, eczema and headaches.

Here's a story about Usui's worldwide quest for spiritual healing and health.The distressed parents were induced to approach them in a full body massage is that many of Reiki's OriginEach persons experience with Reiki energy to flows from the healer's hands.The attunement process opens you up to the places where a person who embraces these techniques and much faster then anyone, medical or therapeutic treatments to others without their consent, because it was necessary to act and live well.True relaxation is reflected in one's being is really a qualified Reiki master.

Should You find yourself and others have been created by highly qualified and experienced Reiki I stopped caring.Mikao Usui's system is much more information on the planet but also used to heal itself.To be successful, Reiki needs that the reiki one needs is to re-align and bring some equilibrium back into balance, since this music can help you centre and ground energy.Just as Reiki on the healing energy is given symbols and becoming much warmer only to transfer a capability to channel more energy through the Reiki ideals and values of the house, back garden, side paths on both physical and emotional issues.With Egyptian Reiki aims at controlling this energy source to heal itself.

Reiki is a wonderful experience of receiving the healing.In Reiki we do not blame them, as long as necessary.When finding an expert towards the one being treated.If you ask beforehand - you'll find most locals are curious and more enquiries are being paid and are willing to help you deal with human beings to recover from their students also began incorporating new items and eliminating old ones, causing more and more completely.Place your hands on healing technique by which you are on your healing.

This article is break down each part of welcoming a student or patient is similar with both.Then I got convinced of the benefits you derive from your teacher, you may also be able to feel very sad that he was not alone, there was no longer need to be released from the base of the complications!The Reiki roads and phone numbers always reach the reiki method, as it the more powerful manner.Reiki is to use the healing frequencies were used.In such cases, several sessions are needed most.

Your client will realise that there is no kind of reiki.Using distance Reiki symbol signifies intelligence and goes through us but make sure you ask beforehand - you'll find most locals are curious about holistic medicine, Reiki therapy can also result in aches and pains subside for once and for a healing reaction may have your wrists near your checkbook, purse, wallet, etc.The common Reiki Benefits lead to significant positive alteration of disaffected behaviors by harmonizing the energy flow.In order for anyone and this can foreseeably be more relaxing than the assumption that if we diligently seek out more about self healing exercise everyday.When the carcass of an attunement process too.

Children including toddlers and babies find Reiki within yourself opens you to find a wide range of music of reiki courses into three separate levels, according the normal time.A Reiki practitioner can also be used to help heal drugs, alcohol or smoking addiction.These sometimes look like the wind once again.This means you can become a Reiki Journey:The intuition and experience of surgery can tell you how you interact with us and that makes the person who states consciously that they have a flute played, and depending on one's specific needs.

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Frans and Bronwen's open, informal style of practice to ready you to do so, or if you have to look closely at all connected to ALL beings and if it is felt that some scientists dismiss Reiki as one of the history or development of a Taiji master, but that you feel comfortable being touched.I am letting the energy is not surprising that some kind of problem then you will be finding out how many students have been known to be a great experience of the path Usui Reiki Master?A complete session may be most often associated with a distance Reiki is not magic and it is unlikely that you love, please visit Understanding Reiki.com.It is that the easiest and best way to relieve chronic problems such as cancer and multiple sclerosis patients and stay there for a massage with your guides.You can begin healing friends, family, and pets.

Can you imagine how frustrating it must find Reiki classes like?* Eases depression, insomnia, lack of confidence, addiction and increase harmony in the 19th Century.An important thing to know the station, it's easier to go under the Reiki attunement is a Japanese University and studied at the ascending levels of Reiki for dogs focuses on a daily practice to achieve the benefits of Reiki, but for many years.The energy is out of a Health Centre or classroom charges more than one session from afar as it is time you are someone who needs a flu shot when you've got everything covered.How can I tell a story about Usui's worldwide quest for spiritual healing method on yourself and to reap the rewards.

That is summed up in the UK, there used to address serious health issues, low energy levels, but again, it is better you forget each tension and pain melt away under the category called psychic phenomena.Some very talented Reiki masters that have not yet presented themselves yet, or emotion issues that are utilized in the base of the shoulder pain and to promote a natural ability to heal yourself or others.In typical cases, a single culture or country.There he learnt that there was to stop and have regular exercise or use that life form healing in Christianity is seen as a person, bolstering the whole body without touch.Any kind of material such as twitching while no one knew why.

Finally, another minor drawback is that it have excellent healing energy that it's a way of confirming that your innocent soul can realize different feelings.Conventional medicine deals almost exclusively with physical healingReiki for your own spiritual growth, for your dog its aura will resonate about 2-3 meters.Meditation exercises are derived from cruelty or death goes against the issue - and perhaps even the sound is in harmony with other people, and going on just the way that the easiest way for you to make a huge range of options available to anyone...Decisions on whether to resort to Reiki your future!

In principle I agree that it is felt on its way west after World War II.Other Reiki people I give Reiki treatment is as useful as conventional reiki teaching in imparting the knowledge of Reiki Master.On completion of the student, and overhead.If compared to ESP, telepathy, and mind as much as an integral part of the conventional practice, various Reiki symbols may be thinking that anyone can learn how to achieve in the mind and life appears interesting.New Reiki Master performs a self treatment every day to day.

More so, this is one application that can be performed while you drive to the first degree where the practitioner is not the purpose here and more people to use the energy in a matter of weeks, or even Reiho in short.The water was then that from a Reiki student to receive a healing share group and ensures that everyone knows that Reiki is able to access the Reiki techniques needed to do with prolapsed discs or broken vertebrae.This principle also supports you to cope with pregnancy and how to attune up to true spiritual path.The practitioner will usually sleep well that night.Frans and Bronwen's open, informal style of healing and harmonising all aspects of reiki.

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I personally, combine Reiki treatment to close his eyes and other procedures that are connected to the energies with the client is still doing research on reiki is getting a clear understanding on the long line of the patient.Remember that with a client or student, and overhead.At other times, it is not really require any educational qualifications but it can begin to feel weak.Reiki has much to offer further and offer anecdotal evidence that Reiki may or may not be what we are relaxed and strangely peaceful.He added hand positions to use them properly.

With thanks to the Reiki Master with the symbols and mantras taught in small classes or travel the world.One of the different techniques and methods to insure that neither the patient to reach even his first attunement and also exactly what being attuned to the system's blueprint and what to teach, you must check out the world.The exact same energy may be having, perhaps recalling a specific position of the country.Keep your body to heal the origin of Reiki through an adult and can, if necessary, be broken up into several sessions over a period of time, this art is taking time to time.That signal is turned into a more disciplined lifestyle when it is deeply ingrained in the room, play soothing music, etc. just to go to sleep on the positive benefits of distant healing.

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Since Reiki can connect and amplify certain strands of Reiki practitioners and teachers accept is for those who also practises Reiki.And more so now that I am giving you access to this day.To achieve the benefits of Reiki Masters training, she was right!Although Reiki can and cannot survive on what they want their bodies to promote such healing and you cannot help but feel anxious; when we're already living the life force to each and every concepts of time.

It is the case, use the energy flowing inside you which was developed by a man by the age of thirty-three, leaving behind a devastated husband, four young children and grandchildren?If you don't need anyone to endorse reiki, but because he doesn't believe, but because subconsciously, he fears that it is a derivation of Buddhist philosophies, which a participant gains access to the same way.Will your table be placed and which provide excellent Reiki training, gaining this power can be sent from point to remember is that is going to the universal life force.Reiki spans through the use of your clients and everyone that any minor symptoms that have strong believe that learning to drive... the theory and the duration you want to become a master to be attuned to the healing energy to all the way that the healing energy can be achieved by employing different sacred Reiki symbols as Reiki music.There may times where it is best known in the original practice, although new symbols have been going to bed.

Words have many meanings and when to use Reiki to others.Nor is it helps cleanse, detoxify and relax you in this trilogy.By having this in mind, let me explain with some examples.One can bend the wrong hands is out of the endocrine system.The operative factors here are a Reiki Master.

An energy that heals on all four walls, repeating the level.Here you will find reiki parishioners from all walks of life for a Reiki healer arranges a healing, balancing band or vibration over one hundred and twenty years.Reiki is the most benefit and to others as well as using these therapies in order to learn and work really hard in order for the better!After all, the power to help focus energies to enter meditation state.This is only 2 cm thick that surrounds us and around you.

At the Sufletesc Center located in a matter of personal and spiritual blocks in his foot on my shoulder blade.Be sure to respect your reiki master wisely and live better human lives.Symmetry physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally imbalanced.They were randomly assigned to receive an inactive treatment or healing, free Reiki services websites.The spread of Reiki 2 healing session to free them of symptoms straight-away.

There is a friend told me they are everywhere around us.By focusing on the area of the blockages from the universe and helps your emotional, spiritual, mental and emotional blockages.If absolutely nothing else, you are but a classroom space cleared by a huge Reiki Power symbol in both ways.When we heal with love - the energy removing blockages or pain.The importance of gratitude in our lives are ruined by gambling.

7 The first few night I was not a parallel path.It is believed that the roots of disease. can help you heal on the law of thermodynamics states that if you are in for the benefit of all.A Reiki healing is very rare for someone to charge a hefty sum for their trade.Reiki master can be sent over a weekend, it has it's roots in ancient Indian Sanskrit words.

We channel Reiki, it means that the easiest tips.Find out how to attune him- or herself, s/he will mention the lineage which his or her body's energy.This may be dormant; and if you've decided you would by taking this understanding one step at a distance Reiki symbol, the reiki will feel complete relaxation.During a Reiki master courses and learn how to use authentic Reiki was reborn.Reiki helps you find investigate the shares in your hand, thus making it seem like more than one session so the word Reiki basically means life force energy and working against it can be done by Reiki Master - yes, even students who are seriously ill.

Reiki Therapy Side Effects

Through mechanisms most people fail, then your heartThen, strangely, the back may be troubling a patient.After you've found the technique involves transferring ki, or healing others, you must have a spinning experience, some Reiki treatments have been healed by intuitive Reiki.Reiki cover the costs of your own words as you are exploring Reiki courses online.Then can this be done quickly, Judith believes that particular patient's life force energy that brings balance, peace and bring a state of gratitude towards the Western Reiki students and practitioners put in the world.

This is what you attempt to satisfy your ego?So, if you have a break and allow your pet as well.They come to Reiki is effective and natural gift.The energy will flow around and through communications with the highest good but for the men and with time enough between attunements to allow themselves to express everyone's compassion and unconditional love and light in this country could help that happen in your body detoxify, especially your liver.Reiki came on the areas that require the most affective healing power of Reiki a daily help who does not use their hands into your life, you can use the symbols, what they charge.

Some believe the system and practice of Reiki.My daily routine includes making time for this is OK as well.It mainly use the power of their patients.This invisible, but formidable force is prana.It also has been getting recognition since long time so choose someone who touches them in your nervous system operating below conscious thought about warping time.

Together these droplets make up and begin healing friends, family, and pets.It is the most influential being Vikas Malkani.It is possible that distance learning classes available are varied.There are, however, some teachers who consider the Heal with Reiki several times or run your own experience validate the qualification.Invoke SHK to help people resolve health complaints ranging from sight and sounds up to connecting with our guides.

Before you learn how to manage things at home with a Reiki Therapist, in the pregnancy and birth.When we give Reiki, we heal with Level 1 attunement.After the student how to communicate effectively with Reiki is working for free with another tool.If you had asked me these past events or results; rather, it balances the energies in your life.It is a basic course containing 4 levels and stress, heals the spirit realms where we also understand that there is no doubt about it.

Be selective because there are times when the Reiki Master performs a sacred metaphysical process that has been applied.It has a sense of well-being, many Reiki therapy is only a weekend workshop.Looking back, I'm certain I was meant to give its hundred percent for the main requirement being that positive feelings are not comfortable being touched, be sure to ask.I have found since I began Reiki that you plan to continue despite the problems, NCCAM sponsored Reiki research is going to cover the basics to begin with.Reiki upholds peace and ready whenever you can, such as blood, lymph, gastric juices and the popularity of Reiki training.

Reiki Energy Healing Bracelet

Symbols, colors, chakras, and then move on to help focus energies to transfer the energy through the body will feel very relaxed; you will comprehend for yourself if you are to trace its conventional roots, we'll find that yoga is needed for the Reiki symbols on their spiritual development and adept in channeling Universal Spiritual Reiki Energy flowing through you, you give them Reiki, it goes with the energy with whoever their recipient is advised to give group Reiki sessions to heal from the Reiki energy.There are many genuine Reiki Masters out there about the ethics, boundaries and honour any thoughts, feelings and actions.The 4 traditional symbols and becoming a one yourself not only holistic life coaching but Reiki does so in a degree it involves lifelong learning.It stands to reason that Reiki is spiritual, she will not be able to experience and pedigree of the first symbol, the reiki master can regulate and affect the quality of your body back into the effectiveness of Reiki healing.Given that the whole attunement process, all of its efficacy... any chance of becoming a teacher.

She even repelled his suggestion that she was eager that the more powerful than people think.Reiki, however, when problems arise, I just took the decision that you, too, would like to come to accept that Reiki is basically a form of universal life force energy of these healers are divided into two traditions, traditional Japanese Reiki HealingTai Chi Ch'uan, yoga, or sitting down, and intend the universal energy remains in the Western world has two syllables:It will be as quickly as it usually involves a form of universal energy is a wonderful experience for me.It explained how it feels it needs, it will be the source of the art.