#this one specially made my day and left me giggling alone like some weird moron ! thank you so much !! 😊

[vicompte-de-latarteaucoing]

Ooooooooh 😳😏 I think I like this vision !!

Parodied B&M AU where Olrik does nearly everything humanly possible to get on Blake or Mortimer's way (bonus point if both at once 🙃) just for the fun of it, and also because he secretly actually likes them, and because there is nothing more satisfying than to get to watch with a cynical smirk as their eyes go wide and they exclaim in unison an ever so absolutely stupefied «Olrik !?!» (though they should already expect it)

And Nasir is that one person keeping the sacred braincell, and his friend's plan B, and litteraly has to drop everything and run around the world to go save his friends and try to stop Olrik (rather than just getting himself into trouble while trying to save Mortimer and ending up having to be saved by the professor)

Just curious about which character is the most appreciated in the fandom.

[thatsamericano]

Roses, Balloons, Chocolates, Wine, and a Custom Mix CD

Pairings/Characters: America/Romano. Background Gerita, appearances from Belgium and England.

Ratings: Teen, but only for cursing. Extremely fluffy with no warnings to speak of.

Summary: For Romano, Valentine’s Day is just another reminder that he’s alone and unloved. He doesn’t care that he has to spend time at a world meeting. But when a “secret admirer” surprises him with extravagant gifts they left at the chair he’d been using for the past few days, Romano realizes that he wasn’t as unloved as he had thought.

Word Count: 1987

Notes: Written for Day 7 of @hetaliancupid-hetaliaevent.

Veneziano was pouting as he walked towards the conference room hand in hand with his boyfriend. His older brother trailing behind them and scowling. “England is so un-romantic,” Feli complained. “I can’t believe he’d schedule a meeting on Valentine’s Day of all days!”

Germany frowned thoughtfully. “Normally I would argue that these meetings are important for international cooperation on world issues affecting us all. But I was hoping to spend more time with you today, schatz.”

Romano rolled his eyes. “Well, some of us are perpetually single and don’t give a shit.” Savino didn’t hate the concept of Valentine’s Day, a special occasion to spend time with a significant other and celebrate the love you feel towards each other. But since he didn’t actually have a significant other and was forced to spend way too much time around Feli and his macho potato, Savino wasn’t a huge fan of the holiday. For him it was just another reminder that he was alone and unloved.

“Aww, cheer up, fratello! I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.”

Savino scoffed. “Unlikely.” Little did Feliciano know, but Romano actually had found someone he wanted to be with. But America hadn’t been able to pick up on the many and increasingly obvious hints he had dropped over the years, so Savino was beginning to lose hope. Alfred wasn’t stupid, and Romano didn’t think he was that oblivious. Maybe he was ignoring Savino’s feelings because he felt uncomfortable rejecting him outright. That sounded exactly like something that idiota would do.

Germany pushed open the doors to the conference room where several nations were already milling around, speaking to each other in small groups. (They had left a bit later than usual, since Romano was dragging his feet and took a while to get ready.) The meeting room looked just like it had for the past few days, except for Romano’s chair, which was festooned with too many red, white, and pink heart-shaped balloons for him to consider counting. A crystal vase filled with red roses had been placed on the table where he would usually take notes, along with a giant heart-shaped box of what Romano could only assume was chocolates.

“What the fuck?” Savino muttered to himself.

Feliciano turned to him with a smug grin. “See, I told you, Savi! I knew you’d find someone.”

“It’s probably just a dumb prank.” Romano wouldn’t put it past someone to mess with him that way, wanting to see him get excited just so they could laugh at him later. But he could feel his face heating up as he pushed past Feli and his boyfriend and rushed over to the seat he’d been using for the past several days.

Romano’s eyes widened when he got close enough to see the box and see that it wasn’t just chocolates, but Godivas. If this was a prank, it was a particularly expensive and stupid one. He checked the small card stuck among the roses, but that didn’t provide a clue. It only said that it was “To Savino, from your secret admirer.” The person who’d written the note had drawn a heart with a cartoon arrow pointed through it underneath their message. Savino sensed that the handwriting was familiar, but he couldn’t recognize it instantly.

Romano frowned. “Ugh. I wonder why they didn’t tell me who they are.”

Romano sensed someone walking closer to him, and when he glanced over, it turned out to be Belgium. She had a small, inscrutable smile on her face as she delicately touched one of the roses with her fingertip. “I think they were nervous. It can be hard to tell someone you like them, especially if you don’t know how they feel about you.”

Wait, wasn’t Godiva a Belgian brand? Was Belgium his secret admirer? Savino’s eyes widened in alarm. He tried to respond, but he was struggling for words.

“Emma, I’m flattered. I’m really, really flattered, and I know I used to have a crush on you when I was a little kid, but—”

Emma laughed. “Relax, silly. It wasn’t me. But your secret admirer called me a few days ago to make sure Godiva was a brand you’d like. They were so anxious, and they really wanted to make you happy. It was adorable.”

“So you know who they are? Aren’t you going to tell me?”

Belgium smirked at him. “That would kind of ruin the whole secret admirer thing, now wouldn’t it?”

Romano glared at his old friend, but it had no effect on Belgium. She giggled as she walked away to go speak to her brothers, and Romano glanced around the conference room to see who his secret admirer might be. It clearly wasn’t Austria, who was kissing Hungary on the cheek. Savino’s heart lodged in his throat when he saw America from across the room. Alfred was smiling warmly as he handed over a black and white cat plushie to Japan. He knew the gesture probably wasn’t romantic, since Alfred liked to give his friends Valentine’s Day presents too. He had given Savino several stuffed animals over the years, and they usually sat on his headboard unless Romano was feeling particularly lonely, in which case he might hold one as he slept. But just the thought of America choosing Kiku over him hurt far more than it should have.

America looked up suddenly, and he gave Romano one of those huge, obnoxious grins that could make the sun look dim and dreary by comparison. Savino blushed and fought the impulse to smile back at him, but his lips were twitching at the corners. He forced himself to glance away, hoping against hope that Alfred had only met his eyes coincidentally and hadn’t noticed that Savino had been staring at him like a goddamn moron.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see America exchanging a quick word with Japan, who nodded in understanding. America zoomed around the table towards him so quickly that he didn’t even notice he’d bumped into Norway, who was glaring at America viciously after the unintentional slight. Hopefully Norway wouldn’t curse America with some weird troll later.

Alfred was flushed by the time he skittered to a stop in front of Romano. He was carefully holding a wine bottle with a red ribbon tied around the neck. “Hi, Vinny.”

Savino chuckled. “Hey, Fredo. Why the fuck did you run over towards me?”

“I wanted to give you your Valentine’s Day present before the meeting started.” America passed the bottle over to Romano. “I… uh, know you’re really into wine, but I don’t know much about it, so I asked the Secret Service guys I’m friends with, and apparently one of them is married to this gal whose family owns a vineyard in Napa Valley. It’s not Italian, but he said this was a really good year, so hopefully you’ll think it’s good enough.”

“That’s… that’s actually really thoughtful of you, bastard. Thank you.” Romano carefully set the wine bottle down next to the vase of red roses and turned back to face America.

America ran his hand over his hair, which was incredibly distracting because of how golden it looked, even under the greenish overhead lighting that wasn’t flattering to anyone in general. “I, um, also made you something.” He pulled a clear CD case out of his jacket pocket. Instead of handing it over right away, like he had with the wine bottle, Alfred took a deep, shuddering breath. He seemed nervous, but Savino tried not to get his hopes up. “It’s just some songs that reminded me of you. If you don’t like it, you can throw it away, I guess.”

Alfred finally held out the CD towards him, and Savino took it. He read the inscription Alfred had written in marker. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Savino! Love, Alfred.” It was a fairly normal inscription, but then a couple seconds later, Savino realized that Alfred’s handwriting perfectly matched the note from his secret admirer. He’d even drawn a heart with an arrow pointing through it.

Romano teared up. He was ecstatic, and he was in disbelief that his Alfredo, the friend he’d been pining over for ages, was actually his secret admirer. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Alfred blinked at him, clearly confused by his gratitude. “It’s just a CD, dude. Most of the songs aren’t even in Italian. And it didn’t cost me any money to make.”

“I didn’t mean the CD! I meant everything. You got me wine and roses, and a giant box of Godivas! You tied so many balloons to my chair that I’m surprised it hasn’t floated up to the ceiling by now!”

“That would take a lot more balloons. These chairs are really heavy. Do you think I should have gotten more balloons?”

Savino shook his head. “Only you could do all this and worry that it still wasn’t enough. I love you so much, Alfredo.”

“You… you love me? Like as a friend? Because if so, you’re gonna feel really awkward if you listen to that CD.” Alfred glanced away, chuckling nervously. “I put a lot of cheesy romantic ballads on there.”

Savino yanked Alfred down by his shirt collar and planted a firm kiss on his lips. America barely had a chance to respond before Romano pulled away and looked straight into his eyes.

“I like cheesy romantic ballads, and I like you. And not just as a friend, idiota.”

Alfred gave him a goofy, lovestruck smile. “Awesome.”

Romano smirked and played with Alfred’s tie to tease him a little. “I didn’t get anything nearly as extravagant for you for Valentine’s Day, but maybe later we can go back to my hotel room and listen to that CD you gave me. I’ll make dinner for us. It can be our first date.”

Alfred tilted his head down playfully. “I love your food, Vinny. And I love you.”

“I know you do.”

They kissed again, and this time it was more passionate and emotional, but it didn’t get inappropriate for their very public setting. Before it could get inappropriate, someone cleared their throat loudly, which interrupted them.

England had an awkward, mildly irritated frown on his face. “If you two don’t mind, everyone else is ready to start the meeting now.”

Alfred giggled. “Sorry, Artie.” He didn’t sound sorry at all, and Romano couldn’t blame him. He hadn’t thought about the work they were supposed to do today ever since he had discovered the surprise his “secret admirer” had left for him.

Romano sat down in his chair, and America took the chair next to him, where Veneziano had been sitting for the past few days. When he looked across the table, Feliciano was in the seat Alfred had been using during the extended multi-day conference, taking up the place between Japan and Canada. He beamed and waved to them from across the table. Alfred waved back enthusiastically.

Savino turned to look at his Valentine. “You switched seats with my brother?”

“I kind of told him what I was planning yesterday and asked if I could sit next to you if things went well. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not. I’m glad I get to sit next to you.” Now Veneziano’s certainty and smugness earlier made sense. He had been so sure Savino would “find someone” because he knew Alfred had been planning to reveal his feelings today.

Alfred shifted closer so that they could hold hands under the table. England had started his opening presentation, but America wasn’t even feigning interest or pretending to take notes. “I’m glad I get to sit next to you too,” he whispered.

Savino ducked his head to hide the grin he couldn’t contain anymore and squeezed Alfred’s hand. His heart was beating too fast and he was too happy to pay attention to anything England might have been saying.

[trensu]

Episode 7: The One where At Last LWJ Sees the Light

We’re still in the cave of wonders, guys, and lan yi is doing plot exposition so we’re gonna skip that

Once Lan Yi is done laying down Plot, we have this cute exchange

Lwj: elder, as your descendent i pinky promise to complete this Super Important Mission 

Wwx: oh, same, me too!

Lwj: this is a LAN FAMILY MATTER and none of your business

Wwx: YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM HELPING

Wwx: and besides, since my grandmaster was besties with your ancestor that means that it’s practically my family matter too, so there

YOU’RE ALSO MARRIED NOW GUYS, REMEMBER, SO IT’S A FAMILY MATTER EITHER WAY

And now, drumroll please…

Our beautiful boys tumble out of the cave of wonders (while still tied together!!) and crash land onto the ground, with wwx oh so conveniently sprawled on top of lwj

THAT’S RIGHT GUYS

IT’S THAT TROPE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL

Lol lwj’s stunned face here

Wwx: I DIDN’T MEAN TO FALL ON YOU…! Oh hi jiang cheng

yep, jc’s here to ruin the moment (i love you jc, but you have horrible timing)

Wwx is so happy to see his brother, he greets him immediately and completely forgets about the fact that he and lwj are in a…compromising position

It’s adorable, really

Lwj: *glares with every ounce of Repressed Gay Rage in his body* GET UP RIGHT NOW.

Wwx: oh, right sure *totally unruffled bc he is shameless*

At this point we cut to the next scene which is still in the same place and with the same characters but now lwj has his ribbon back on his forehead

Ngl i’m kinda bummed we didn’t see him untie their wrists

It would’ve been hilarious since jc and wen qing wouldve been watching it all happen lol

like, i’m just picturing wq and jc being awkwardly silent as lwj unravels his ribbon from wwx’s wrist. wwx’s eyes would ofc be glued on lwj and he’d be babbling some inane thing or another

but we didn’t get that. oh well.

Oh, and here we find out that lwj and wwx were in that cave for one day and one night

Now that lwj is all put together again, we see wwx, jc, and wq have a conversation that i think counts as a wangxian moment

Jc and wq both start throwing questions at our boys about where they’ve been and what they were doing and all that

Lwj looks very uncomfortable about all the questions.

Lans don’t lie (supposedly; lwj is such a stickler at this point in his life he def doesn’t lie)

So wwx swoops in to ~rescue~ him!!

He answers all the questions by lying thru his teeth: oh yeah, we got lost and trapped and swam for hours and hours in an underground, waterlogged maze that definitely exists before we finally found a way out!! I almost froze to death (he says with a whine bc that’s just how he is lol)

Once he finishes answering all those questions he turns to share THE CUTEST LITTLE SECRET SMILE WITH LWJ. SO ADORABLE GUYS, HOW IS HE REAL

Lwj sees it and HAS TO LOOK AWAY

I CAN’T EVEN BLAME HIM BC IF WWX SMILED AT ME LIKE THAT (WITH HIS CUTE LITTLE BEAUTY MARK IN FULL VIEW!!) I WOULD’VE DIED.

JUST DROPPED TO THE GROUND DEAD.

IT’S TOO MUCH, IT’S TOO MUCH

Now we cut to a Plot Heavy Scene, featuring our boys and lxc and lqr, that is not relevant to this post at all EXCEPT I HAVE TO SAY OH GOD, LWJ LOOKS SO BABY-FACED HERE?? HOW?? HIS LITTLE FACE LOOKS ALL ROUNDED AND SOFT AND HIS LIPS ARE ALL POUTY. HE’S BEBY. I JUST WANT TO WRAP HIM UP IN BLANKETS AND GIVE HIM HOT CHOCOLATE

More plot discussion happens and whatever they’re talking about makes wwx bump shoulders with lwj and call him “my confidant” AKA MY SOULMATE AHHHHHHH

OH WAIT, do you know what else is important about this scene?

It shows how much taller wwx is than lwj!!! And I LOVE IT.

Lwj’s shoulders are a good two inches lower than wwx’s

WHY ISN’T THERE MORE FIC/ART SHOWING THIS??

I MEAN, THE STOIC SOLEMN CHARACTER IS SMOL AND THE SUNSHINEY CHARACTER IS GIANT. IT’S SUCH GREAT COMBINATION!!!

I think ppl in the cultivation world probs don’t realize how short lwj is bc he gives off such an intimidating aura i’m so jealous; i need to get myself an intimidating aura

Blah blah more plot, wwx promises not to tell anybody anything about the plot blah blah

Right after that, they bump into nhs who’s like, hey you guys were gone all night did anything weird happen?? (this is the guy who sneaks porn into this place on the regular, i’m pretty sure we all know what he means by “weird”)

Wwx: oooh, yeah, this super weird thing happened, let me tell you all about it

Lwj: *whips around to stare at wwx likE OMG SRSLY YOU JUST SAID YOU’D KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT*

Wwx: *proceeds to tell nhs a spooky lie about meeting a demon snake*

Nhs: *flees in terror bc he thinks snakes are scary for some reason* (they’re not, snakes are def cute critters)

Lwj: *exasperatedly rolls his eyes at wwx’s frankly amazing story-telling skills*

AND HERE WE GET TO SEE THE FIRST TIME LWJ STARES LONGINGLY AT WWX. LWJ, THIS IS GONNA BE YOUR MAIN HOBBY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

Wwx runs after his brother and slings a playful arm around his shoulders and walks away without a second glance to lwj

Lwj stares soulfully at him, def noticing that wwx didn’t spare him a second look (poor bb lwj)

After a moment of Soulful Staring, his lips part as he lowers his gaze to the ground and decisively turns and walks off

INTERNALLY HE’S LIKE OFC WWX WOULDN’T WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH ME SINCE I’M ALL STOIC AND REPRESSED BUT THAT’S FINE, IDC, I DIDN’T WANT TO HANG OUT WITH HIM ANYWAY

POOR LWJ!! DOESN’T THIS MAKE YOUR HEART TWINGE???

Even more plot stuff happens

But they make it worth the wait because now we get to…

THE LANTERN SCENE (PART 1)

YES, YOU HEARD RIGHT.

WWX: lwj, we should set off a lantern and make a wish together since we’ve been thru so much together now

LWJ: *pulls a batman* I work alone 

WWXX: habits change!! Besides, i made this lantern specially for you~! *shows drawing of magic cave bunny on the lantern*

HERE WE GO GUYS, OMG, IT’S HAPPENING

Lwj looks at the lantern and, just, his face, ahhh, LWJ’S ENTIRE FACE GOES SOFT AND WE SEE HIM SMILE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE SERIES

FIRST!!

TIME!!

EVER!!!

AND IT ONLY TOOK 7 EPISODES!!

I’M DYING I’M D Y I N G

HIS LIPS PART AND THE SMILE JUST GENTLY BLOOMS ON HIS FACE, ILLUMINATING IT SOFTLY LIKE A FUCKING SUNRISE OR SMTH

FUCK IT’S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL IT’S MAKING ME POETIC

GAHHH

NO WONDER HE NEVER SMILES

THAT SMILE COULD KILL PEOPLE IN THE BEST WAY

Ofc wwx has to ruin the moment by giggling at him and saying “hey you’re smiling!!”

Okay, guys, you know and I know that wwx is giggling from joy. Like yay!! I made lan zhan smile!! I did a Good Thing!!!

He is genuinely tickled pink about making his soulmate happy!

But remember, LWJ is the King of Repressed Gays here. So, you know, the laughter in his ears sounds mocking. Because he’s a dumb boy who can’t Emotion well yet.

LWJ reacts to the giggles by immediately grabbing his sword which startles wwx into stumbling back into the group behind him and the mood is effectively ruined

But just for a little bit!!

Then ~THEIR SONG~ starts playing in the background AND THEY SEND OFF THEIR LANTERN TOGETHER, WHICH IS SOMETHING THAT GENERALLY ONLY ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED COUPLES DO 

as is shown by how everyone’s trying to get jyl and jzx (aka our token heteros) to send off a lantern together

The pair of them, need i remind you, are currently betrothed (even tho that dumb peacock doesn’t deserve her)

so yeah, that’s totally not gay at all

WWX makes his wish: “I wish to always stand with justice and live without regrets”

THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE MOMENT. 

THIS IS WHEN LWJ FALLS IN LOVE, I SWEAR

LWJ is watching wwx as he’s making that wish (more of an oath, really), and as soon as he hears those words, his eyes widen the way they do when someone gets hit with a life-altering realization. He’s completely thunderstruck 

IT’S NOT SUBTLE GUYS

YOU CAN PRACTICALLY SEE CUPID’S ARROW STICKING OUT OF HIS CHEST (OR WHATEVER ANCIENT FANTASY CHINA EQUIVALENT THERE IS)

THAT’S IT. HE’S A GONER. THERE’S NO ONE ELSE FOR HIM NOW. NO ONE BUT WWX.

For real tho, after this moment, we really don’t see lwj be angry towards wwx like he has been. Annoyed and exasperated at him, sure, but never angry in a petty mean way like before.

It’s beautiful

The next wangxian moment isn’t nearly as intense but it happens shortly after the lantern scene

Wwx goes to beat the shit out of jzx for saying he doesn’t want to marry jyl (because jzx is a moron and definitely deserves a beat down for this insult)

Wwx and jzx are surrounded by a group of loud, flailing people

And lwj just dives right into that throng of people to get to wwx (contrast this to a scene in a later episode where he actively avoids going anywhere near a much calmer, collected group of people bc ew people)

Lwj: *grabs at wwx* stop, wei ying

Wwx: DON’T STOP ME, LAN ZHAN, IM GONNA KILL THIS GUY DEAD IS2G

Next wangxian scene takes place the following morning

Lwj is walking along minding his own business and sees wwx kneeling as punishment for the fight before

He approaches him and calls out to him.

THIS IS IMPORTANT

This is the first time we see him willingly initiate interaction with wwx. Every other time, wwx was the one to approach him first and start to pester him for attention.

BUT LOL JOKE’S ON HIM. THE FIRST TIME HE DARES TO APPROACH WWX FIRST AND HE IMMEDIATELY REGRETS IT

‘Oh hey lan zhan’ wwx responds to LWJ. ‘look at all these little ants i found on the ground!!’

‘OMG WWX YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE KNEELING TO REFLECT ON YOUR MISDEEDS NOT TO PLAY WITH ANTS. SO UNTEACHABLE’ *walks off in a huff*

Wwx is left pouting and saying ‘but the ants are so cute.’

I’M SORRY WHAT??

WHAT DID YOU SAY WWX?? ANTS ARE CUTE??

ANTS ARE NOT CUTE. 

YOU, WWX, YOU ARE CUTE. ANTS ARE NOT. 

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

(i just really hate insects, guys, i would not get near them even if wwx was the one holding them)

(okay, maybe if wwx was holding them, i’d try to get near them, but idk how successful i’d be)

Blah blah more plot stuff happens, blah jin “can’t keep it in my pants* guangshan exists now blah blah 

Alright so now we have the jiang clan saying their goodbyes to the lan clan since i guess Ancient Fantasy China summer school is over maybe??? Idk, point is they gotta leave. 

As they leave, wwx starts to whisper at lwj “lan zhan, lan zhan, about that Plot Device…”

But gets tugged away by his fam, HOWEVER he manages to hear lxc telling lwj to be careful in that foreboding Important Plot Things Are Afoot sort of way

And wwx makes the effort to go back to talk to lwj but jc grabs him and yanks him out by the arm

Jc: are you crazy?? That guy hates you!! He must be happy you’re leaving

Wwx: LIES AND SLANDER, everyone here LOVES me

Idk about everyone, but lwj definitely loves him and jc knows nothing

now it’s THE RETURN OF WINGMAN LXC

The lan bros are watching the yunmeng sibs leave

Lxc: gosh, it’s gonna be quiet here without him, huh? (HIM, HE SAYS, NOT ‘THEM,’ HIM! BC HE TOTALLY KNOWS WHO LWJ IS ACTUALLY WATCHING)

Lwj: *looks down to the floor and refuses to answer*

Lxc: soooo…r u gonna tell him about your Super Important Mission?

Lwj: no. *walks away*

Jeez, he walks off on his big brother a lot, doesn’t he?? Rude. didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Oh wait that was an awful joke and i’m a terrible person, SORRY LWJ

AHHHHHHHHHHH WWX WITH THE BUNNIES!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

Wwx: *holding a bunny* Bunny, are you gonna be happy hiding here??

Wwx: *pretending to be the bunny* Happy!! 

GUYS THIS SCENE IS JUST TOO CUTE FOR WORDS. 

I REWOUND AND WATCHED IT LIKE, 3 TIMES BECAUSE THE CUTENESS WAS JUST UGH I COULDN’T RESIST. 

HIS VOICE GOES ALL HIGH PITCHED THE WAY IT DOES WHEN YOU MAKE VOICES FOR YOUR PETS!! IT’S ADORABLE AHHHHH I DIE, I DIE

Wwx: maybe i should take you back to lotus pier with me…?

Wwx: hmm, no, i can’t do that. What if lan zhan gets lonely and comes here looking for you? He won’t be able to find you!!

This is literally what wwx said. Like, that was the deciding factor for not taking the bunny home. 

Lan zhan might get lonely. HOW SWEET IS HE. WWX, THE SWEETEST BOY, WHO’S SO IN LOVE AND DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT YET

Then as he’s bonding with the bunny he gets the epiphany that OMG LWJ IS GOING ON THAT SUPER IMPORTANT MISSION ALONE, WITHOUT HIM

And that’s the end of that episode. 

but we got to see the EXACT MOMENT LWJ falls in love for real. And it’s BEAUTIFUL. Not to mention the we were gifted the accidentally-falling-on-top-of-each-other trope. 

and we got bunnies! did i mention the bunnies and wwx being adorable together? because that happened.

Ah, this is the show that just gives and gives *wipes away tears* what did we do to deserve it?

Return to Masterpost

[attack-on-multifandom]

Pick a fucking book (Library!AU)

Pairing: Librarian!Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: cursing, a bit of angst

Summary: You love reading and when you begin to go to a certain library, you also begin to fall for a certain librarian, Katsuki Bakugou.

A/N: got this idea and I had to write it, lemme know if you want a part two! 💕💞

You sat at the round table in the back trying your best to focus on the book in front of you.

It was just so difficult when the librarian, Katsuki Bakugou, was just so attractive with his crimson eyes and spiky blonde hair.

He was currently sat at his desk, head resting on his palm as he unenthusiastically turned the next page of the book he was reading.

He looked up from his book momentarily to catch you staring at him which caused you to immediately look away.

“Is there a reason you’re fucking staring at me, shitty girl?!” He yelled, which made many of the other people in the library turn their heads in shock at the loud librarian.

For a librarian who was suppose to keep things quiet, he sure contradicted that part of the job description.

You shook your head in response and turned your focus back on to the book you needed to read for school.

Bakugou scoffed and continued back to his book as well.

You had met the brash librarian four months ago when you moved to the city you were in for college.

You had always loved reading so accordingly, the first place you decided to check out would be the library.

You hummed gently as you searched through the rows of books, enthralled by the quaint atmosphere the library seemed to give off.

You must have lost track of time because soon enough, it was closing time and you didn’t seem to notice as you continued to look for a book you hadn’t read yet as well as grabbed your interest.

“Hey you, can you hurry up and pick a fucking book; it’s closing time and I have things to do,” you heard a loud voice behind you making you jump as you turned to see a blonde man looking not to particularly pleased.

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know the library was closing yet, you must be the librarian; I’m new to this city so sorry for not getting out sooner!” You apologized, nervously rubbing your arm.

“Tch, whatever, just pick a book so I can check it out for you and leave.”

You picked the first book you saw and immediately had him check it out and left with a wave and another apology.

You began to go to that library a lot after that, eventually becoming very close with the grumpy librarian since you saw him practically all the time.

“Back again, huh?” He grunted, snapping you out of your reading trance.

He was putting books on shelves behind you, giving you a good view of his strong back and arm muscles. You had to admit, the man was hot.

“Oh yeah! I really love reading and this seems to be the only library in my area so...” you confessed, silence following suit afterwards.

“Hey is it okay if I knew your name?” You asked timidly.

You talked to the librarian pretty often now and you realized you didn’t even know his name or really anything about him.

“Its Bakugou Katsuki, you?”

“(L/N) (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you Bakugou,” you stated jokingly, holding out a hand for him to shake.

“Whatever.”

Bakugou still grabbed your hand and shook it anyway.

You got even closer after that. Whenever you were reading at your table, he would come over to you and ask you simple questions like how was school and if you were doing okay.

You would always respond in earnest and ask him questions about himself in return which, surprisingly, he always answered; mostly.

You soon found your self beginning to form a big crush on the handsome librarian and you decided that you would tell him.

After all, he seemed to reciprocate a bit with the way he always talked with you and chased away any guy that made you uncomfortable or was trying to hit on you.

You walked into the library that day with whatever confidence you could muster, trying to hold down your breakfast that was trying to make its way up your throat.

This was it.

You would tell Bakugou how you feel and he would either reciprocate your feelings or reject them.

You were about to approach his desk when you noticed a girl with short brown hair and pink cheeks giggling softly as Bakugou looked away, a red tint on his face.

Oh.

So he had a girlfriend, huh?

She kissed his cheek and began to exit his desk when she spotted you.

“Oh my god you must be (Y/N)! Bakugou has told me so much about you!” The girl exclaimed walking over to you.

“I’m Ochaco Uraraka, Bakugou’s girlfriend, and I heard you pretty much spend all your time here; it’s a pretty cool library, right?” Ochaco continued to ramble as your mind went blank with sadness, tears edging your vision.

She finally bid you goodbye and you were left alone with sadness and rejection in your heart.

“Sorry about her she tends to get excited- Oi, why are you crying!”

Were you crying?

You lifted a hand to your cheek to feel a tear slowly rolling down.

Bakugou was no idiot. It would be a complete and utter lie if he were to say he didn’t think you were pretty, kind, smart and that he also grew to have feelings for you.

But what was he suppose to do?

He already had a girlfriend and he wasn’t the type of person to leave a significant other for someone else for some simple crush.

His eyes softened a bit as he wiped another tear that left your pretty (E/C) eyes.

“I-I’m going to go read now,” you stated quickly before speed walking to your designated table in the back of the library.

And now we’re back in the present.

Your feelings for Bakugou had only grown in the couple of weeks since that incident.

He was more than the front he put on and it was things liked that which only increased your attraction to the complex blonde.

Every time you saw his girlfriend, a wave of sadness hit you and Bakugou would notice, feeling guilty for whatever reason; soon asking Ochaco to cool it on the PDA.

He noticed you didn’t talk to him as much and tried to keep your distance which saddened and angered him greatly.

He wanted to talk to you and get to know you, not because he liked you or anything, but because you were the only thing that made his job tolerable, with your soft words of encouragement and sweet smile.

Things were also not as good as they seemed with his girlfriend.

She came home at weird times, barely talked to him now a days, and he occasionally saw her with a green haired boy.

Sighing, he shook the unwanted thoughts from his brain and decided to see if he could start a conversation with you.

You smiled softly at the romantic scene currently playing out in your book, trying to mentally replace the characters with you and Bakugou which made you smile more.

“Hey nerd, gotta sec?” Said a brash voice and you looked up to see crimson eyes staring at you with great intensity.

“U-Um okay, what about?”

Bakugou sat in the chair in front of you and took a deep breath.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Your eyes widened at the accusation, feeling bad that it held some truth.

“Perhaps,” you whispered, not meeting him in the eyes.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Bakugou mumbled looking at the book you were reading.

“Is that a romance novel?”

A pink blush formed on your face as you quickly slammed the book shut.

“M-Maybe, w-why?”

He chucked at your reaction and shook his head.

“Moron, I didn’t mean it like a bad thing, I was just curious, that’s all.”

You simply nodded in response, suddenly feeling awkward.

“So why have you been ignoring me, did I do something shitty I tend to unknowingly do that to people.”

Great, now you had to tell him and how embarrassing would that be.

“No not all, it’s nothing, just forget about it.”

“Well it has to be something (L/N), or else you wouldn’t be ignoring me!” Bakugou exclaimed beginning to feel exasperated.

“Ilikeyou!” You said quickly, burying your red face in your hands.

“Speak clearly nerd, I cant understand you.”

“I like you.”

Oh.

Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at your embarrassed state.

Was it bad that he was slightly happy?

“But I know you have a girlfriend so just forget it, okay?”

And there goes the happiness.

As much as he didn’t want it to be true at the moment, you were right, he did have a girlfriend.

Bakugou nodded slowly and got up from his chair giving you one last glance.

Your cheeks were shining a beautiful pink from your flustered state, your (H/L) (H/C) hair perfectly framed your face highlighting your delicate features; the sun from the window shined in your (E/C) eyes making the color pop out.

You were absolutely stunning.

“You deserve someone special who will treat you like the gorgeous girl you are,” he spoke unconsciously, turning the tips of his ears bright red out of embarrassment.

You smiled sadly as unwanted tears streamed down your face.

“Thank you, Katsuki, that means a lot.”

That was the first and last time he would ever hear you call him by his first name, for after that day, you didn’t come back and he didn’t know if you ever would.

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Maka and Soul are best friends and have been since they were infants, but they both have huge crushes on each other and have for a while. Neither one of them knows, but senior prom is coming around and both are looking for dates. More like each other

another late prompt! kinda flubbed it on the “best friends” bit and turned it into more of a “best hatefriends” type of thing - in any case, this is a bit experimental - hope yall enjoy lmao

(also available on ao3)

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“Broooo,” Starleers, and his teeth glitter too brightly under the lights, “you got a date tothe prom yet?”

Jealousy, irrational and sudden, starts buzzing in ahigh-pitched whine by his ear before he squashes it flat with a snort. “Spend afuckload of money to get trapped in some hotel ballroom with a bunch of peopleI hate for three hours? C’mon, dude, there are way better ways to spend yourtime.”

“Okay, but, consider: Tsubaki Nakatsukasa.” He shoots a grinand a wink over Soul’s shoulder. The girl in question smiles and waves backsheepishly. She’s standing a ways down the hall with Liz Thompson and – oh God.Soul’s heart skips a beat. He swivels his head back frontways, cool as can be.

“She actually said yes?”

“Of course! It’s not like I thought she wouldn’t or anything,I mean have you seen these guns?”

Throbbing, gently glistening muscles are thrust under hisnose. “Should make you a sandwich with all that jelly you got there,” Star sayswith a smirk.

Soul makes a show of rolling his eyes and shoves him away.“Bro, c’mon.”

“No bro, you c’mon.It’s our senior year. Think of all the people we can make fun of!”

“Like we don’t do that every day.”

“But they’ll be thinking they’re even hotter shit thanthey’re usually not so it’ll be twice as funny.”

“Still no.”

“Brah. Whatever, let’s hit the gym. Not much time left tofit in those gains, ya dig?”

“Unbelievable,” Soul grumbles. He grabs his bag and slamshis locker shut.

Across the hall, Maka grabs her bag and slams her lockershut. “Who, Evans?”

“Yeah!” says Liz, smacking her gum. “Tsu’s already goingwith Blockhead over there, might as well go along for moral support. ‘Sides,didn’t you two used to be like BFFs up till like middle school?”

She very determinedly doesn’t look back. She can feel herears heating up. “Okay, one, that was a long time ago and we don’t really talkanymore because he turned into a jerk, and two, Tsu, really?!”

“Black Star has such nice deltoids, Maka,” Tsubaki saysmournfully. “They’re sculpted. Andhe’s actually not all that bad, once you get to know him.”

“You’re too nice for your own good.”

“Maybe so. But you know, he’s kind of charming, in his ownspecial way.”

“Oh my God.”

Liz cackles. “Look, I’d ask Evans myself cause mmm, grungerocker boy with a sexy-ass glare? I’d be all over that, baby, but Kid alreadyasked me, so my hands are kinda tied.”

Maka huffs. Her ears must be totally red by now, ugh, shereally hopes Liz isn’t in an observant mood. It’s not like she expressly needsa date to go to the prom; going stag is very much a thing. Having one wouldn’tnecessarily make the undoubtedly agonizing experience any better, much lessSoul Evans of all people. She imagines, though, for a brief, blinding instant,what he’d look like in a suit – oh no, Liz is looking at her and she doesn’t likethe glint in her eye. Maka clears her throat and fumbles at the threads ofconversation. “That rich boy transfer student? No way.”

“Yes way,” Liz says, smugness creeping into her voice, “andif – “

“ – you don’t go I will be fuckin’ hurt.”

Soul rolls his eyes. “Would you quit it already, it’s beenlike a week now. Th’ fuck you even need me there for anyway, dumbass, you’vefinally got a date with the chick you’ve been talking about nonstop for likethis entire semester.”

“Uh, yeah, and I need my most loyal follower and favoritewingman there to bask in the combined force of our blinding hotness.”

“Jesus, you’re so weird,why do I even talk to you?”

“The words I speaketh are ambrosia on thine ears, my goodbro. Hey, why don’t you ask out Tsubaki’s friend? That short flat-chested onewith the pigtails, I forgot her name. That way you don’t have to worry aboutthird-wheeling us.”

Soul chokes on his protein shake. Black Star pounds himvigorously on the back. “Breathe, brother. I know, I know. But take one for theteam, yeah?”

“Fuck you,” Soul gasps. “You’re the worst.”

“Shh. No tears, only dreams now.”

“Maka Albarn,” Soul begins, “is the nerdiest, most uptight –“

“ – idiotic slacker in the entire school!” Her ears aresteaming, she’s sure of it. “I can’t be seenwith a guy like that, the act alone will drop my GPA by a full lettergrade!”

“GPA-shmeePA,” Liz says with a dismissive wave of herfreshly-painted nails. “Listen, you won’t flunk out of college or whatever justbecause you go party for one night. Besides, what if things go south withBlockhead and Tsu needs backup? Who’ll look after our girl?”

“I know taekwondo, you know,” Tsu says from on top of herbed.

“Not the point. C’mon, Maka!”

“A triangle has three sides,” Tsu says. “Senior prom wouldn’tbe right without you. You don’t even have to ask anyone if you don’t want to.”

I do, though, mumblesa little voice in the back of her head, and an image of Soul surfaces in herbrain. She bites her lip. “Well…”

“Uh,” says Soul.

In front of him, Maka puts a hand on her hip. “Uhhh,” she mimics. “Are you just goingto stare at me like an idiot all day or was there something you had to say?”

His stomach’s doing backflips and it’s making it very hardto concentrate. The bell just rang, they’re huddled awkwardly against the walljust outside the classroom to avoid getting swept up in the crowd, and herealizes, belatedly, that he doesn’t have to do this. He could just go byhimself, and be the awkward third wheel, but. Ugh. This is stupid – why’s he sonervous? (He knows exactly why.) He plays it off as lofty annoyance. “Do you,”he begins.

“Do I.”

“Do you. Wanna go to prom?”

Maka gapes. She was thinking he’d be asking to copy hercalculus homework for the billionth time, or maybe help on a biology problem –they have entirely too many classes together and it’s bullshit, it really is –but not this. She’d been agonizing ona dignified way to ask him for the past three days, and then this just dropsinto her lap –

“Hello in there,” Soul says. “Wow, am I really thatoffensive? I’m hurt.”

Her heart’s beating too fast, ugh, God, she can’t think – wait,he asked her, does this mean – could it be that –

“Yes,” she blurts.

Disappointment skewers his stomach mid-somersault. “Well,that settles that, I guess.”

Mortification consumes her as she realizes what she justsaid. “No!” she cries, too passionately. Soul turns around and quirks aneyebrow. Her ears are flaming. “Imean, yes! I mean, you’re – palatable! I’ll go to prom with you!”

“Oh. Oh. Hella.Rad. Guess I’ll uh. See you then. You have my number already, right?”

“Y-yeah!”

Fuck me, Soulthinks as he escapes, hoping she didn’t catch him blushing like a motherfucker,hella rad –

- you’re palatable – Maka wants to die –

REALLY?!

“Really?” Maka asks.

They made it intact to the dance floor. Some sappy countrysong is playing. The floor is packed with sweaty, inept teenage dancers; itreeks accordingly. He’s wearing a rental and she’s got on this knee-lengthpurple number that really highlights her lack of any womanly curves whatsoever.Her hair’s half-down half bizarre corkscrew pigtails. Liz and Tsubaki must havedone her makeup, there’s no way she could get it to look that polished on herown. She looks gawky. She looks ridiculous. There’s something funny happeningin his chest at the sight of her.

She feels the light, hesitant pressure of his hand in hersand on her hip like nothing she’s ever felt. His palm’s a little clammy. He’sso tall. When did he get so tall? Her heart’s beating a million miles an hour.She wants – she wants – she takes a deep breath. “Do you even know how todance?”

“Nope.”

“Ugh, figures.”

“Hey, you were theone who wanted to get out here, not me. Don’t you dare complain.”

She steps on his toe and feels gratified at the little yelpof pain he gives. “Ugh, you’re so…it’s a freaking dance, dummy, not a sit-at-the-table-like-a-weirdo!” Her heartleaps into her throat as a terrible thought occurs to her. “If you didn’t wannacome,” she says, a shade quieter, “why’d you even ask me?”

Soul swallows. “I, uh. Star, he.”

Oh no. Oh no, she’s a world-class idiot. “Don’t,” she says thickly,beginning to pull away. “Ha ha, very funny, ask the ugly one out for shits and giggles – “

“No!” Soul’s grip tightens. “It wasn’t – I wouldn’t – do youactually think I’d – “

“Yes!” she says,trying to escape in earnest now, and Soul flinches, stung. He doesn’t let go,though.

“Listen to me, itwasn’t a dare, okay, I – “

“Then why!”

“Because – it’s uncool to go to prom without a date and – “

“Oh, so it’s about your image, is it! God, men, you’re all so – “

“Let me finish!” hegrowls, and tries to pull her back to him, but he pulls too hard and of courseshe fucking trips and suddenly it is taking all of Soul’s considerablebalancing skills, honed from years spent studying the ways of the skateboard,to keep them from eating shit like a couple of goddamn morons. They performseveral very silly and energetic twirls instead, earning them some dirty looksfrom neighboring couples.

“Holy shit,” says Black Star from their table, elbowingTsubaki. “This is going way better than we thought.”

“It’s beautiful,” she sighs, smiling a little.

“Jesus,” Soulsays. He’s dipped her. This final move was necessary to prevent them fromfalling, and also to make everything look totally awesome and intentional.Their faces are very close together. She’s got really, really pretty eyes, henotes, a little dazedly. “Because I wantedto,” he blurts out.

Her throat bobs as she swallows. Her mouth is suddenly verydry. “You…what?”

“I mean, like, Star was like, ask Maka, because she’s Tsu’sfriend and all and it would just make sense and I wouldn’t go otherwise but I actuallywanted to, also, I mean, ask you.”

“Oh,” she says. She’s dizzy from all the spinning they justdid and kinda breathless. This close she can smell his cologne. The lights aretoo dim to properly tell but – her heart stops – is that a blush on his face? Oh. Oh.

Oh. She’s looking at him with something very much likedisgust, or shock, or something – fucking hell, he blew it, this is it, shereally does hate him now. He straights back up. The song is still fuckingplaying. He knew this was a bad idea, the entire night, all of it – this danceis just the rotten cherry on the shit sundae of the entire liquid fart of hisentire high school career. He swallows hard, and wonders how much more she’dhate him if he bolted right here and now –

Her brain has short-circuited, as it tends to do around thisstupid, stupid boy. “Are you even going to college?” she blurts nonsensically.

He looks visibly startled. “What? No. No. Fuck the police,”he mumbles.

One beat. Two. Then she busts out laughing. Okay, now he’sdefinitely blushing, she can see it, it’s confirmed. Silly, silly coolguys.

“Fuck you,” he mumbles. “I hate you.”

She’s feeling very brave, or maybe very stupid. Maybethey’re the same thing. She tightens her grip on his shoulder and steps incloser. “Do you?” she asks him. “Well I hate you more. I’ve always hated you.”

“Oh, sick. Even when we were kids?”

“Especially then.”

His eyes get a strange, blazing look. It makes butterfliesexplode in the pit of her stomach. He jerks her through a turn round thecorner. “Well I’ve hated you since I first saw your stupid face,” he growls.“Every time you smile I get so fuckin’ pissed, I wanna just, just kiss it right off you.”

“Holy shit,” Maka blurts, and now her whole face is probablythe color of a fire engine, “son of a,” and she goes for it, loops her armsround his neck and presses close like she’s wanted to all night.

“You’re awful,” Soul rumbles, and hugs her tighter, “fuckingterrible – “

“Uncouth, moronic – “

“Why don’t we cut the crap,” he says suddenly, “and blowthis joint. Let’s go to The Creek and stargaze, like we used to.”

“The Creek?”

“Oh yeah. Our one. Bet our fort’s still there andeverything.”

“Bet.”

“You’re on. Loser’s gotta pay up with – ” and she feels hisbreathing hitch “ –  a kiss.”

She pulls away and looks at him. There are spots of color inhis cheeks, and when he meets her eyes they deepen and he looks away. Ice cold,yeah right. She takes a deep breath. They have a lot of catching up to do.

“Deal,” she says, and smiles.

[showingthroughtome]

spit fire drabble -  “You better tell me every fucking detail so I can decide if I should kick your ass out or not?”

the drabble that was meant to come out after chapter fourteen but that i was too lazy to write... harry’s side of the nina kiss. :) hope this is alright!!

He walks into the sigma kappa house feeling like complete shit. Harry doesn't understand how he could be so stupid or how his dumb actions could get back to Noa so quickly. With every intention of telling her about the screwed up mistake, he was completely blindsided today. He had no idea how he was going to get the words out, and no idea how Noa would respond to him telling her, but he definitely wishes he could've gotten to figure that out instead of seeing how she reacted to finding out from someone else.

 Niall and Zayn are playing Xbox when Harry walks into the living room, throwing himself on the couch next to Niall - next to the chair Zayn is curled in.

 Niall goes to greet him as Zayn flips through different options of weapons he wants to use in the next round of call of duty, but he stops when he sees the poor expression Harry has to be wearing. “What's wrong with you?”

 “I fucked up really bad.” Harry shakes his head back and forth, leaning as far back as possible and stares at the ceiling. For some reason, he feels like his lungs will give out any moment - the image of Noa’s beautiful face flashing over and over again every time he blinks.

 “Fucked up what?”

 Harry takes a deep breath and tries to think of how to say it so he doesn't sound like the biggest dick around. When he realizes that's impossible because it's hard for him to paint things in an untrue fashion, he states in monotone, “I kissed some girl in the library this weekend and Noa found out about it.”

 The clicking of the controller in Zayn’s hands stops, only the weird video game music heard for several seconds before the guy draws, “Dude.”

 “Bro.” Niall turns towards Harry, giving him all his attention. “Who?”

 Harry covers his face with both hands and knows he's about to feel the weight of disappointment aimed straight at him. “Nina something or other.”

 “Dude.” Niall says in the same way as Zayn, holding onto the vowel to emphasize his point.

 “Can you stop saying that?” Harry lifts his head and asks more pointed than he intended. It's just, he knows how bad it is. If they're going to say something that somehow perfectly conveys the amount of shame he feels, he'd much rather it be multiple words than just a single one.

 “Yo, man. Don't snap at me.” Niall punches Harry on the shoulder, hard like always. “How the hell did that happen?”

 “Like the whole story or?”

 “You better tell me every fucking detail so I can decide if I should kick your ass out or not?”

 Niall always has had a special love for Noa - them having tons of laughs at the parties and getting along a tiny bit more than she did with the others. When Noa and Harry first started whatever they started, and Harry came over to tell the lads, Niall was the one who threatened him with a smile on his lips and a seriousness in his eyes, saying if he fucked with her, he'd have to ‘pay’.

 Still, Harry can't see his beloved Niall going through with his threat. “Yeah right, Niall.”

 “Man, love ya, but you kissed the girl who gives Noa shit every day. That's seriously messed up.” Niall lays it out that simply, tossing a pillow in Harry’s direction.

 “You don't think I know that?” Harry gets up and begins walking from one end of the room to the other. Back and forth, back and forth. He doesn’t have much fingernails left after the weekend he’s had but it doesn’t keep him from chomping them down even more.

 “Well, if you liked Noa as much as you claim, you would know and not do it.” Zayn, finally pausing the game altogether and putting the controller on the snack covered coffee table, speaks up. “What happened, bro?”

 Surveying the look in both of his friend’s eyes after a brief pause, Harry begins to pace once more as he rambles frantically, “I was in the fucking library, right? And I was just so pissed. I tried not to be, I tried to be logical. But on our date, she was giggling on the phone with that asshole, Shawn. At the time, I was convinced that she was lying about it being nothing. I mean, you guys should've seen her laughing at him.”

 “Oh, yeah, shame on her for laughing.” Niall interjects with a sharp edge to his usual light hearted tone.

 Harry exhales deeply, knowing the guys had a right to think he was an absolute ass but wishing he could just make it make sense to someone. He slows down his walking and stand right in front of the TV, continuing, “So Nina showed up and was sitting a few tables away for a while until her and her friend joined my group because I guess she knows this dude in my group. Whatever, I don't know. Out of nowhere she started asking about Noa and I knew it was all petty shit but then she brought up Shawn.”

 Niall slaps a hand to his own forehead. “Saying what?”

 “Some bullshit about how she always thought Noa and Shawn were going to get married and how happy they made each other.”

 “Bullshit.” The word comes out over a laugh Zayn emits from his lips.

 “I know! But at the time, her friend was agreeing with her and I was feeling so fucking moronic for thinking I was something special to her.” Harry was sitting with these girls that knew Noa longer - definitely not better, no way, but longer. And if they were saying all of this without even knowing what Harry was freaking out over, maybe there was a lot more truth to it. Or at least, that’s what he was thinking then. “So one thing led to another and I don't know, okay? We just ended up making out when I went on search for some shit the dude sent me to find. She went with me and next thing I know, we were kissing.”

 “For how long?”

 “Two minutes tops.” Harry bites his bottom lip and scrunches his eyes in utter regret.

 “How far did you go with her?”

 “What? Like bases or some shit?” Harry follows up Niall's question with one of his own, getting a single nod. “Strictly kissing.”

 Zayn nods along, clearly thinking. “And then?”

 “And then I went back to my dorm and got high for all of Sunday and tried to forget it happened.” Harry feels his heart doing something weirder than it normally does. It’s similar to how he felt the moment he realized what he had done in the library, and how he felt earlier in the day when he saw Noa for the first time since. If he had to call it anything other than regret, he’d call it sorrow.

 As the guys think over everything they were just told, Harry falls to the ground and lays starfished on the floor, waiting for either one of them to weigh in.

 “So Noa found out?” Niall leans forward to get a look over the table. Not being able to take the pressure of the stare anymore, Harry covers his eyes with one hand and runs his other through his hair.

 “Yeah, and I don't know how but she was pissed. She acted like she wasn't but I could tell.” He replays the moment in his head again and examines every inch of her face - her eyes were distant, her lips were smiling at times but faltering into slight frowns, her brows were furrowed. He rethinks it though, because an angry Noa is all usually flaring nostrils and piercing eyes. That thought alone makes his stomach churn again. “The worst part is that I don't even think she was that mad. She just seemed kind of like… she looked crushed.”

 “Dude.” Niall says it again and it causes Harry to sit up and stare him down.

 “I know. Alright. I know.” He knows everything he did wrong, he really does get it. If he could take it back, he would this very moment and then run over to Noa’s dorm to see if she’d give him the sheer pleasure of going on another date. If he could take it back, he’d call Shawn on their date himself - as long as everyone was clear that Shawn would stay nothing more than he is now. If he could take it back, he might even take that horribly scary leap and ask Noa if maybe she wants to be more. He can’t though, and he has to face that now. “I don't know what to do. I think I fucked up too bad.”

 “Probably.” Zayn reaches across the table and throws a handful of chips into his mouth as he confirms the truth so nonchalantly

 “Zayn! Man!” Harry stands to his feet once again, never sure what he wants to do with his body. He pulls out his phone and tosses it on the table as he sits back down next to Niall. “Probably shouldn't hold my breath waiting for her to call?”

 Niall is shaking his head left to right so hard that Harry swears he can feel wind from it.

 “Nah, man. Probably not.” Zayn shook his head too. And then took a bud from his boxed up stash, dropping it in the bowl and handing it over to the basketball player. Harry found a lighter and pretended like that very first hit didn't remind him of the very girl his heart is going crazy for.