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astermath · 9 months

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hey aster, happy 1k!!! love your work and you fully deserve all the love💗💗

so i’m sending in a prompt from idiots to lovers (“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.”) for robin buckley because this literally SCREAMS her

aww tysm that’s so sweet, hope you enjoy and ty for sending in a request! <3

♡ aster's 1K celebration ♡

wc: 0.9K

tags: lovestruck robin, crushing, fem!reader (duh), just some pining lol, not rlly proofread! normal sized font below

Robin is a girl that tends to fall hopelessly in love. She can’t simply have a crush, or think someone is cute, no, she always falls head over heels, straight into a vat of hearts and sappy confessions.

And usually that’s fine, that works for her. Her crushes give her a reason to go to school, to get stuff done, to put extra effort into her appearance. But she tends to admire from a distance. She knows how much she talks, and how hard it is to stop talking too.

That’s why she usually just sticks to looking at you from a distance, cheek leaning against the palm of her hand as she daydreams about the dates you could go on. In the timeline where she musters up the courage to talk to you.

But it seems that the universe has other plans. The universe being your English teacher, and the plans being a duo project about a country of your choosing.

You couldn’t choose your groups, which you didn’t mind, you could work with just about anyone. You’re smart, you could probably do this whole thing by yourself.

But to Robin, this was a huge deal. She’d never even talked to you before, besides the one time she had to apologise for bumping into you in the hallway. She still dreams about that interaction.

And now she’s gone for embarrassingly daydreaming about you to sitting in your room, surrounded by books about Italy, writing down interesting facts and discussing the order of the presentation.

But her mind is only halfway there. It’s hard to focus on wine, Rome, and pasta when you’re sitting right in front of her like this. The sunlight coming through the window is hitting your skin just right, she can smell your perfume, and your PJ shorts are the cutest she’s ever seen.

“So, do you have anything to add, or can I start writing out my part of the presentation already?”

“You look so cute.” The words leave her lips before they can even register in her own brain. It’s like her body has decided it needs to tell you how adorable you look, without her mind being able to pull the brakes at all.

You look up, quirking an eyebrow, clearly confused by what you’ve heard. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

“Ah! I, uh—“ She sits up straighter, her eyes averting to the papers scattered in front of her, cheeks tinging pink from embarrassment. She’s not great at coming up with excuses, but she doesn’t exactly have a choice right now.

“I said you uh… You look like a boot.”

Shit.

She could have slapped herself right then and there.

'Seriously, Buckley? A boot? That’s the best thing you could come up with? Not fruit, or something else nice?'

“Oh,” You look up, scratching the back of your neck for a moment. “Well, like a nice boot?”

“What qualifies as a nice boot?”

“I don’t know,” you smile, leaning backwards onto your hands. “I like cowboy boots. And gogo boots are cute too.”

“Huh. I see.” She tries not to make it seem like a big deal, but she enjoys learning small things like this about you.

A few moments pass, and she’s already got her nose shoved back into a book while you try to write down a good introduction.

“Did you actually have something to add though?” You ask, looking up from your paper.

“To the presentation?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I don‘t know.” She puts the book down, thinking it over for a moment. “Maybe that the word America comes from the Italian language?”

"Huh, seriously? That's really cool." You smile, and it makes the blood rush straight to her cheeks again. You're already noting it down under the 'fun facts' section of the presentation, your pen scribbling away as Robin tries to compose herself.

"Yeah, uh, Vespucci came up with it. Italian explorer." She fiddles with the bit of frayed fabric at the hem of her shirt to keep her hands busy.

"You're really smart, aren't you?" You flash her another smile, and she thinks it actually might kill her this time. There's no way someone could look this pretty.

"Oh, uhm... I-- I guess." She chuckles bashfully. "You're pretty smart too, though. You always know the answers to like, every question in class. Even though you never raise your hand."

You grin, knowing damn well that's out of pure laziness and not shyness at all. "Yeah, I guess so. 'M glad I got stuck with you on this assignment though. You're full of interesting facts, Buckley."

She smiles, averting her eyes in hopes of not looking like the complete lovestruck fool she is. "Yeah, well, maybe I'll teach you some Italian here and there too."

"Wait-- you speak Italian?" You sit up straight, eyes practically sparkling after finding out this new juicy bit of information.

"Well, only halfway so, but I like learning languages. Keeps the brain juicy, you know?"

You chuckle at that, leaning your elbows onto your knees and letting your cheeks rest on your palms. "You're somethin' else, you know that Buckley?"

"You're one to talk."

"Well, you did say I looked like a boot. I guess that counts as 'something else'."

The both of you start laughing, and suddenly she doesn't feel so bad about her slipup from earlier anymore. Or this project. Bless the universe for putting her in your room that day.

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astelren · 2 years

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BSD Jealousy HCs

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Jealousy, Both Chuuya&Dazai are very threatening, Teasing, Pet names (baby once), Chuuya is very possessive too, my boy is a mess leave him alone, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara

⤠ Who wants kids ⤟ BSD Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ None ⤟

Requested: Can I ask headcanons for chuuya and dazai being jealous of a friend you met at a bar? Thank you!

I like more the Dazai one's than Chuuya and jdnkd as a chuuya lover I never felt so offended in my life, I'm so sorry chuchu what have I done... - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/bsdmess

✧˚ · . Osamu Dazai

Dazai is a very good actor, so it’s not really hard for him to hide his jealousy. You are going to find out that he was jealous only when he decides to tell you, otherwise you must pay fantastic attention to him.

BUT if you do, and bring the topic to him to tease, Dazai is pretty torn. He’ll pout and say that he wasn’t jealous, dramatizing his own emotion to hide his embarrassment over the fact that you notice him feeling jealous, meaning that you do pay closer attention to him in a way that you don’t with others. At least, he likes to think that.

On the other hand he also mighty confesses to his jealousy and turns around the situation so that he is the one teasing. Like, yeah, he is jealous but how he can’t be when you are just so pretty, and everyone would love to have a piece of you? He’s so lucky that you are with him, he has to protect you from everyone!

He might get whiny and annoying a little bit as a way to get your attention away from your friend, but it’s something pretty usual for him to do. Dazai likes having your eyes all over him and doesn’t really mind having to act like that to get it, in his way it’s fun lol

Dazai doesn’t get jealous that often, he is very protective of you (especially considering his past and present), but not jealous. However this time was different, and he wasn’t really sure why either: Dazai met a few friends of yours, they seemed like good people, but this one was actually getting on Dazai's nerves, and he didn’t understand why. But maybe he didn’t care in the first place.

He lets you do your own thing, not daring to disrespect your time with your friend, but he will send death glares to them when you aren’t looking or, even worse, make a welcoming fake smile that makes your friend's body shiver in pure fear.

If Dazai wants to, he can be terrifying to deal with. But your friend didn’t do anything for now, so he is letting it slide without complaining too much about it. Still, though, he can’t wait for this so-called friend to run away in pure fear, mentally laughing at them.

You won’t notice anything, only that he is more silent than usual but nothing that would make it seem weird. Dazai smiles, he is part of the conversation and listens to what you two say, when in truth he just thinking about when is your friend is leaving or how annoyed he is.

If you leave, for going to the bathroom or something like that, you can actually sense how cold and tense the situation becomes. Dazai has his usual death and cold glare with an unnerving smile, saying absolutely nothing since he has no intention of talking to them

After you say goodbye to your friend, Dazai sighs and hugs you very close, humming to himself in a tone you never heard of while he caresses your back smiling. You question if everything is okay and if he needs to talk, but Dazai reassures you that everything is okay and he just felt to do this. It’s nice having you in his arms.

The next day, however, Dazai is more touchy and whining. Saying how he doesn’t want to stay away from you for too much time, using as an excuse the fact you two have to work together or otherwise he doesn’t work too well. It’s not true and Dazai himself has no idea why he is acting like this, but you are giving him attention so he is content

✧˚ · . Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya isn’t the type to get jealous easily, he’s more confused to see this person being so over-friendly with you when he doesn't know them or has never seen them before, and he automatically puts himself between you two to protect you. When you explain to him that it’s just a friend you haven’t seen in a while Chuuya is chill, changing from his mafia mode to "normal".

He really doesn’t care about you having male or female friends, as long as they know their place, Chuuya is happy for you. He doesn’t mind meeting them either, but he's not really that much social of a guy and more so an introvert, most of the time you talk while he is near you with an arm around your waist, hearing you talk and sometimes entering the conversation

But this friend doesn’t seem to understand that you two are a couple, even if he presented himself as your boyfriend, they are still too flirty and touchy for Chuuya's taste, plus the fact that you are focusing only on your friend doesn’t help the situation at all. At first he tries to keep the situation at bay, simply smoking while he hears you two talk but he can feel his veins starting to explode not so slowly

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya's jealousy is much easier to see: he starts grunting and sighing, his leg moving up and down, being sarcastic, his grip on your body becomes a deadly one (not that much that it hurts though), and flirting endlessly with you. It’s obvious. Don’t let him drink please

He will kiss you passionately too, one of those kisses that will leave you breathless and wishing for more. Chuuya would keep an arm around your body, either waist or shoulder, while he kisses your neck or cheek with a little smile on his face, asking if his baby wants something to eat or drink

Like Dazai however, he will make sure that your friend is simply terrified to be around him especially alone. Chuuya doesn’t mind talking to them, even if most of the words he says are full of hatred it’s a bit unfair to your friend lol

Your friends will easily feel like the third wheel and just how deeply unwanted his presence is, so they will leave pretty soon with a very bad excuse to escape this situation. You are free to tease Chuuya since he can’t deny the truth

But you will see him grunt with his cheeks getting redder, embarrassed by his own feelings. He can’t deny it but insist that it wasn’t as bad as you make it seems and that he has every right to feel jealous when they were flirting with you right in his face. He gets it that you are so beautiful that everyone would want to, but they better back off quickly.

When your friend leaves Chuuya will sigh and push your body closer to him, gently kissing you and asking if everything is okay, claiming that he doesn’t like that friend of yours at all. Listen to him complain for a little bit so he feels better like an old man yk

Chuuya is still grumpy and annoyed even after you two are back home, but all you need to do is cuddle with him a little bit while you kiss or tease him for a while and he is fine. He might still be a little bit possessive afterward but nothing too bad, just him calling you by pet names even more than usual.

This work belongs to @/astelren, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

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that-was-anticlimactic · 2 years

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Hey Corey I have a question, how did you and Grace do that friends to lovers thing and how do I do it. Please I need advice how do you do the wlw thing

yes, hi my beloved! idk why i forgot to respond to this, so jeg siger undskyld that this is a late response iogcfgvhjiiuhgfcuytrtdf

um. so like. the answer is my internet friend shannon literally forced me to confess to grace. like. not even kidding - my confession was read straight from my phone. it was a message that shannon sent me of what to say. i didn't even look at grace because i was so nervous iuygfgvhoiuhygtfcvgh i also tell shannon like everything, so shannon got every update on our relationship and feelings from my pov and then was like "okay just talk about this" like i'm not kidding we'd still prolly be pining / trying not to have a crush on each other if shannon hadn't forced me to say something haha

so ig what i'm saying is find someone who forces you to talk <3

#soph tag #sorry this is probably like. the least helpful thing ever #ngl i started crying when i confessed i was so nervous iouyfghioiuyg not to like guilt grace or anything like i even said 'sorry i'm not #crying to guilt you i just don't want to lose the best friendship i've ever had' lol #and i was shaking so hard that i almost spilled my water ??? but like. it was worth it.#like it was embarrassing but absolutely worth it #ig it all comes down to stepping outside of your comfort zone because that is Absolutely what i had to do and it was so scary and i'm still #scared a lot like even over the smallest of things but #idk grace is worth it #this is sappy #look i didn't get to see grace for two weeks even tho she was one wall away because one of my roommates gave me covid and we FINALLY got to #hang out again this week and we went to the aquarium and it's just. really nice uytfguiopiuygffyu #sorry if you see this and i'm embarrassing grace i feel like i'm too sappy iuygfpoijuhgfghui #oops accidentally went off in the tags again lol #corey rambles:)

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raijinhasverybigpecs · 2 years

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working on adding drafts to the queue now besties ‼️ i am trying to muster the strength to be into smite again none of the new content is appealing to me although in fairness i’ve stopped keeping up with what’s going on so idk either way lol

#i am sorry for not interacting ! im sure there is good art and fics but i am dead #the break is good tho #its nice to step away from the game after like 5+ years of drowning in it #y'know there's a post coming up about me deactivating as a joke that made me feel weird #i wouldn't do that bc there's too much (at times very embarrassing) history here #but i do wonder about it. doubt it would do anything as everyone's on twitter lol #still. to all the people i met bc of this game ily. like more than you think #i am an asshole but genuinely this has been such a big part of my life for a very long time so i still feel really attached to it #anyways enough with that sappy shit lol #queue system's weird #i don't usually tag queue stuff but i figured it'd be for the best #i was also going to queue posts for when you yanks are awake but tumblr doesn't let me post overnight ? idk bro #wow these tags got long oops #god i know that a post from the queue is already out so this'll be badly timed lol #ah well 😔#i will be answering asks though !!#honestly they're one of the main things i missed and i have squandered them #im so sorry !!! im just a bad person !!!!!!#but they will be answered #n ill work on the confession blog as well #but then im out !#well i won't be that's a lie i gonna queue stuff on my main lol #this is why the hiatus was so long getting back into tumblr is awful

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coldplaysongsonrepeat · 2 years

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this Christmas I wanted to address some dream smp blogs on this funny hell of a site who actually made me enjoy my dream smp/dnf brainrot so much and made my 2 months of staying here in this community very fun and inspiring and joyful! some of them I’m mutuals with, some of them don’t know I exist, but either way I hope you guys are cool with this post and don’t think it’s creepy or whatever :) I wanted to express my respect and gratitude for you and to wish you a Merry Christmas <3 this is about to get parasocial as hell so prepare to cringe a bit lol. I’m also going to confess to sending some of the anons aka to embarrass myself. but it’s fun so here we go (veryyy looong post under this pic)

@kat-chan02 you were the first person in the fandom I started talking to! you're so friendly and nice and have such a bubbly personality :) I miss you! hope you're doing alright and have a good time during your christmas break!!

@comradedream kai my fellow russian moots haha :) we talked quite a bit and it's so nice talking to you, it seems like you know a lot about the fandom and lore and everything and you're so open to talk about it and share stories :) thank u for that! <3

@terra1ncognita elly I'm glad that we started talking! we have a huge time difference like, the other way from the american one, but I'm always happy to read your messages and wait for them :) we also have some bilingual ppl problems in common as well haha

@georgeanddreamfound hii chantelle you're running a huge dream smp tiktok and I always get caught up scrolling through it :) I respect your dedication and hard work, this app must be annoying sometimes but you're doing great! thank u for sharing my paper rings edit I'm still getting tears in my eyes when I see the amount of ppl that saw it on your acc!! and all the comments make me cry

@dteamblrsurvivingdecemberwt I am a big fan of your "dreamblr surviving november" series! not only it's hilarious and adorable but the amount of work seems to be huge! like collecting of screens, editing, I know how hard it is to work with video sometimes! so huge respect to u for entertaining us during that month and hope you're doing well :)

@dreamyygeorgenap @sheepwasfound @dreamquackity you guys were the first blogs I found here. at first I was really lost in the amount of content and reading your posts really helped me to sort it out. @sheepwasfound your tag list is magical!! it is so helpful with dnf moments! thank you for interesting takes on things when you answer asks and for clips :)

@dreamhot I love reading your blog! your answers are well-written and based, esp I liked reading your takes on latest dream's hoodie situation! I started following you around the time when you were "ollie manatreed" so I still call you "ollie" in my head haha sorry. you also make cool art :)

@stevebucky you have a very friendly and welcoming vibe in your blog! I was the anon asking you about aethetic blog recommendations and I really liked some of them and follow them now, thank u! :)

@nickelodeonhottub your blog actually blows my mind sometimes, like in a good way. I'm not too much into astrology (cause tbh I struggle with understanding it and there is just so much stuff to remember) but I enjoy reading your posts and sometimes I really can see what you're talking about, you know? you seem to be very knowledgable and serious with what you're doing. I was the anon who asked you to share some tips for ppl who wanted to get into astrology, as you really inspired me to know more!

@cryptodream our favourite morning newspaper of a blog :) the devil works hard but ciara works harder lol. no, reading your blog is so fun and it makes me laugh all the time. some of your anons are wild! I've heard about the recent news with this person psychoanalysing you and I hope you are doing okay! don't let ppl like that put you down, you're a cool person! I also sent you some anons but I'm not telling which ones even at gunpoint lmao

@falsettodrop @alsoalison you guys are my favorite writers out there! I don't read many fanfics but I'm a big fan of your works and I think you know it already :) I want to wish you lots and lots of inspiration in the upcoming year!!

@prettyboygeorgee I absolutely adore your bff quizz edit it is madly well done!! I love coming back and rewatching it from time to time :) I've seen you spent 12 hours of it and I hope you know it was worth it because so many ppl like your work!!

@milktea-grn your art is mad cool I love it so much! my fav art piece is this one because it combines two things I really like - your art style and tbwdasq!!

@messy-gguki another one of my favorite artists on this site!! I love your dnf art pieces so much, you portray them so well :) I can't even choose the favorite there are so many!

@donteatdoves your art is super adorable! one of your art pieces made me buy blue nail polish haha :))

@idiotaffectionate your art look like illustrations from some book or a cool magazine, your style is wonderfully unique! I love it sm:)

@dakotafoxart your style is mesmerising!! I love the colors and the little detail and the realism of it, truly captivating!

@clownie-brain I love your art so much and here's the secret I wanted to tell you - your fuck dream hoodie art is my favorite art of dream, like, EVER. I'm serious. it's my number 1 among all the dream arts on tumblr and on twitter

@notrllyastanacc Im in luv with your dnf drawings and you probs won't see this post cause you're not often on here but I told you already on twt that I love ur art so I hope you know :)

to all my fav fan artists out there - I wish you endless inspiration and dream fanart likes <33

I hope I didn't forget anyone!! if we're moots and I didn't mention your here that's probs because I don't really know what to say BUT if I follow you I enjoy your content and very happy to see your posts and reblogs on my dash! I don't really follow that many ppl on here tbh :))

SO MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU ALL MY DUDES <3

I hope you'll have an amazing year and we'll enjoy the dteam irl content together and here is to many many memes and laughs and arts and fics and edits and discussions and everything!!

(quick note we don't really celebrate Christmas on 25th of December here where I'm from - we do celebrate of 7th of January - but with you guys on my dash it feels like I'm celebrating too <3)

#dream smp #woooo it was hella wholesome if I were george i'd be dead by now lol #thank god I'm a leo #anyways I really hope you guys are okay with me sharing it I'm a bit nervous right now!!

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rainguk · 3 years

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perfect pitch | ksj

⁕ summary; your stand partner this year is, to put it simply, insufferable. with a rare sense of perfect pitch and a stunning face to boot, this boy's ego is absolutely off the charts... but you'd be lying if you said you didn't care about him anyway.

⁕ pairing; seokjin x reader

⁕ rating; pg-13

⁕ words; 3.9k

⁕ genre; crack, fluff - stand partners idiots to lovers (with a lil bit of enemies in there), high school au, orchestra au

⁕ warnings; swearing, threats but like nothing violent happens LOL, seokjin's sense of humor: there's like one mildly inappropriate joke (i'm sorry bach), super cliche rain scene i apologize

⁕ notes; this is based off of infuriatingly true events in my life because people with perfect pitch just LOVE flexing it like i'll drop my fork on the table and my friend's just like "oh wow that was a B flat" aaaaggghjsdjsdf anyways... i had a lot of fun writing this and i'm nearing the end of another longer fic i'm writing so please look forward to that :D hope you enjoy!!! + if you ever want me to tag you in my fics just let me know and i will <3 plus this is unedited and disgustingly cringy as it nears the end so read at your own risk

⁕ tags; @imdamconfused @sunghoonight-x @iminchaosnow

⁕ song; butter (bts)

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You’re teetering dangerously on the edge, a mere few seconds away from stabbing your stand partner in the eye with whatever you can use as a weapon.

“Hey, are you okay?” Seokjin cuts into your murderous thoughts, alarmed. “You look… truth be told, Y/N, you look like you want to kill someone.”

“If you don’t shut up about how flat my A is, that someone might just end up being you.”

“How romantic.”

Your bow slides off your violin with a cadence of squeaky notes. “Can you at least stop flirting with me while I’m trying to tune this thing?!”

He smiles, a bright, brilliant thing that shows off all his perfect teeth. You swallow, heart suddenly racing a thousand times faster; it’s no secret that Kim Seokjin is probably the biggest pain in the neck you’ve ever met, but it’s also true that he is insanely good-looking. And you’re not about to deny it.

“You like it, though.”

Well, shit.

“Not everyone’s head over heels in love with you,” you retort, trying desperately to throw him off your trail. You know what happens with popular kids like him; once it’s known that you have a soft spot for them, everyone pounces on you, bombarding you with questions and snide remarks and rumors.

Of course, it’s complicated — because how on earth could you want to rip off someone’s head and kiss them at the same time?

But you tell yourself that it’s only because he looks like that; not because he easily gets you to laugh like it’s nobody’s business, and certainly not because he looks out for you in the littlest ways; leaving his rosin out on the stand for you to use and lending you a pencil when you need one.

Kim Seokjin is an insufferable little shit, yes. But he’s a friendly insufferable little shit. And you would honestly be so down to hang out with him and get to know him better, save for one little thing that’s been getting in your way.

His perfect fucking pitch.

Being stand partners with someone naturally gifted with such a sense is both a blessing and a curse. Countless times, Seokjin has saved your ass from being questioned by Mrs. Choi by letting you know silently that you’re a little too sharp, or playing in the wrong key entirely. (That last one has happened before.) Sometimes you can’t hear Namjoon, the principal violinist, too well from where you’re seated, so you’ve relied on Seokjin on many occasions to tune your strings correctly.

However, it irks you equally as much when he uses it against you, stopping you mid-piece to let you know that your C# sounds more like a D to him. No one’s perfect, and certainly not you — but you try, and to be shot down every single time by someone who thinks it’s absolutely funny to watch you repeatedly attempt to fix your pitch issues is purely exhausting.

“Hey, Y/N—”

“What?” you demand, sighing as you turn to him.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“No—”

“Why did Bach have twenty children?”

Your eyes widen in horror. “Oh my god—”

He continues anyway, ignoring your plea with that mischievous grin, “Because he had no organ stops!”

Seokjin is trying his best not to laugh at his own joke, shoulders shaking at the punch line. You can’t help it yourself, a giggle bursting out of your own chest as you cover your mouth.

“That was horrendous,” you tell him once you catch your breath again. “Absolutely terrible.”

“Oh, worry not,” he proclaims, smiling widely, “I can do far better.”

“Wait, no—”

“What tone does a piano falling down a mineshaft make?”

You furrow your brows, thinking. “I don’t know,” you shake your head after a few seconds. “What is it?”

“A flat minor.”

Your jaw drops open as you process it, and Seokjin just watches you in amusement. “You should be banned from making these kinds of jokes,” you tell him. “Seriously.”

“Admit it, I’m hilarious,” he counters. “I made you laugh, didn’t I?”

He did, you’ve got to acknowledge. He always does, in some way, now that you think about it. Whenever you end up coming to rehearsal in a bad mood, it’s always because of Seokjin that you leave the auditorium with a smile on your face.

The realization startles you like nothing else — you hadn’t known before that he played such a role in your daily life.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” he starts again, “We have a concert tonight.”

“Yeah…” You turn to him, eyebrow raised. “You forgot about the biggest performance of the year?”

Seokjin nods, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. My bad. You’re coming, right?”

“Duh,” you reply, fishing a block of rosin out of your case. “It’s almost half of my grade; no way I can skip. Besides, I like performing.”

“You do?”

“What are you so surprised for?” you ask him playfully. “I do enjoy it. I might not be good — not as good as you — but I like it. I like playing together with everyone, being able to hear every other part fit in with mine perfectly.” You frown. “Now if you asked me to play solo, I wouldn’t do it for anything in the world. Ensemble performances are far better.”

“You’re good,” Seokjin says quietly, looking at you — it’s like he’s taking you in, letting his eyes linger on you for a little while longer. “Don’t think that you’re not. You sound nice, Y/N.”

You hold his gaze for several breathless seconds before scoffing, turning away. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not!”

“I don’t need empty compliments fr—”

Your bickering is cut short by Mrs. Choi walking onstage, a stack of sheet music in her hand which is promptly handed to Namjoon for him to distribute to the entire orchestra. You don’t offer your usual smile when he gives you two, and it’s with an impassive expression that you hand the extra to your stand partner.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Maybe you’ve made it more awkward between you two — but what else could have happened? Had you been hoping he’d magically fall in love with you and kiss you and you would have gone on dates?

No, of course not. This is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about; and besides, no matter how much you manage to soften up to him one moment, he’ll immediately make you want to murder him the next.

“Hey, Y/N… um — your D is just, you know, a little bit sharp—”

“Kim Seokjin, I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You, my dear, are just overcomplicating this for yourself,” Taehyung declares after listening to you rant about your problematic stand partner over lunch. “What’s the issue? You like him — don’t you shake your head at me, Y/N, you’re as obvious as an open book — and he clearly likes you. Why don’t you just date him?”

“It’s not that simple,” you grumble, brutally stabbing another piece of chicken. “I can’t just walk up to him and ask him out, Tae. Plus, he doesn’t like me, he just likes flirting with everyone he lays his eyes on.”

“From what you’re telling me, it sure does sound like it.”

“Taehyung…”

“Come on, you can’t possibly be that clueless, Y/N.”

“No,” you insist. “He’s a pain in the ass, and he enjoys getting a rise out of me, and he flexes that dumb pitch power of his whenever he can.”

“But you like him...”

“You’re not helping!”

This is where Jimin decides to intervene, tired of your back and forth arguing. “She has a point, Tae. But,” he says to you. “He’s also right. You need to take some kind of action.”

“Yeah, but what?”

Taehyung claps his hands, a telltale sign of a new idea. “Flirt back!”

“Okay, absolutely not—”

Jimin grabs you suddenly, shaking your shoulders. “Wait, think about it!” he exclaims, eyes wide. “It can work! That way you can see if he actually does like you, and you won’t publicly embarrass yourself by confessing to him, either!”

“On second thought, I’d have preferred to see the public embarrassment—”

“Shut up, Tae, you’re just making her feel worse!”

That makes you laugh; contrary to Jimin’s statement, your best friends certainly have succeeded in making you feel just a little bit better.

“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual,” you tease. “Maybe I owe him a dose, actually, because I’ve seen firsthand a particularly painful confession back in n—”

“Y/N! Don’t you dare bring that up!”

Amidst the chaos of Taehyung screeching while trying to attack you with a spoon and Jimin holding him back, someone taps on your shoulder lightly; a momentary distraction from this madness, if you will.

“Oh. You,” you respond when greeted with the gently smiling face of Kim Seokjin. “Did you need anything?”

“Nah,” he shrugs, instead showing you his closed fist. “Wanted to give you something.”

“If it’s another one of my strings that you’ve borrowed and also broken, then you can keep it, thanks.”

Seokjin shakes his head, chuckling. “Not that, Y/N. I always throw out the strings I break; don’t worry. I just thought you should have this.”

With that, he places a small wooden box on your lunch bag — at a closer look, you realize it’s a block of rosin. Brand new, too, by the looks of it — when you take off the bright blue lid, there are no scratches on the surface, no sign of wear and tear.

“For me?” You look at him, surprised to be met with a rather fond gaze you’re not used to. “Why?”

“Noticed the one you had was basically falling apart,” he says nonchalantly, attempting to mask the slight tremble in his voice and the blush on his cheeks. “I mean, come on — how are you gonna keep your bow in good shape with those tiny chunks of this stuff?”

“Oh,” is all you can reply, staring at the gleaming black cube in your hand. “I — thanks, I guess.”

“No problem.” He’s back to his bright, grinning self again, all self-confidence and smug smiles. “See you tomorrow,” he tells you, before waving to your friends. “Have a nice lunch, guys.”

It takes Jimin and Taehyung precisely fourteen seconds after Seokjin leaves for his own table to lose their shit.

“Was he looking out for you?”

“Did he actually just give you a new block of rosin?!”

“And you still don’t wanna date this guy?”

“You guys are violinists! Gifting each other supplies is basically your love language!”

You fidget with the rosin, smoothing your thumb over the lid. “No, that’s just how he is,” you defend. “He always lends me rosin when I need it.”

“And you always lend him extra strings,” Taehyung says, a teasing smile on his face. They’re kind of right, you realize when you think about it. Never has Seokjin actually given you a block to keep, and though you might be overestimating the significance of the gesture, it makes your heart flutter nonetheless.

“Okay, anyways,” Jimin changes the topic, “How are we feeling about tonight’s concert?”

“I think we’re in good shape,” you tell him. “We’ve got everything under control — Mrs. Choi was afraid the cellos would screw up their solo section, but they managed to pull it together today and they sounded great.”

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same,” Taehyung sighs. “Not when the tenors keep screwing up their long note—”

“That wasn’t me! That was Jeon Jungkook!”

“Yeah, sure—”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Come on, we are not arguing about this right now. I’m sure you guys will sound fine, you always do. Plus, Jeon has a really sweet voice.”

“I guess so,” Taehyung shrugs. “But I think the highlight of tonight is going to be Y/N getting to see her guy all dressed up,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No!” You exclaim a little too quickly, cheeks red. “Why would you say something like that?!”

“Because you’re whipped for him—”

“I am most certainly not—”

Jimin laughs out loud, almost toppling off of his chair. “You know, Y/N, we might have believed you if you weren’t redder than a fucking tomato right now—”

“PARK JIMIN! NOT YOU TOO!”

As luck would have it, you’re a solid ten minutes late.

Call time was at six o’clock, and here you are; slamming the car door shut as you wave a hasty goodbye to your father and run to the main entrance, all the while trying not to get drenched in the rain.

(Your folder and the music inside it are probably already soaked, but that’s an issue for another time.)

You hurry down the stairs, pushing the double doors open with a quick apology to Mrs. Choi, who gives you a stern look but says nothing else. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as you slide into your seat, already unlatching your case.

“You’re late.”

You twist your neck to give your stand partner a blank stare. “I’m aware.”

“You look really nice,” he blurts out next, blinking faster than usual.

“Thanks?” You try and laugh it off, fastening your shoulder rest to the back of your violin. You’re not wearing anything fancy, just a flowy black dress with your hair tied back, but his remark renders you speechless for a split second “So do you.”

You manage to compliment him nonchalantly, but your heart is beating twice as fast, eyes admiring his parted, fluffy hair, the white dress shirt impeccable on his figure. And his lips…

Shit. You really are down bad, but you don’t have time to dwell on it — Mrs. Choi is starting the last piece already, and you’re scrambling to have your instrument ready by the time the first violins start with their little intro.

Seokjin laughs at you quietly, but inhales sharply when you start to rosin your bow hair. “You kept it,” he says softly, nodding at the block in your hands.

“Yeah,” you swallow, suddenly self-conscious. “I did.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

“I’m not that ungrateful,” you wrinkle your nose at him. “Of course I kept it, Seokjin.”

“Jin.”

“Huh?”

“Jin,” he repeats, flicking a strand of chestnut hair away from his eyes. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“Since when am I your friend?”

“Would you rather not be?”

“Would you rather be?”

Seokjin — Jin, rather — frowns down at you. “Stop asking questions to my questions!”

“You did it first!” you exclaim, laughing. “Hypocrite! Answer mine, then!”

He looks at you for a long moment, like he’s taking his sweet time choosing the right words to say to you. “Since now,” he decides finally, firmly. “You are now. I want you to be mine. My friend,” he clarifies, turning deep red as he says it.

“I thought you hated me,” you muse. “And I was pretty sure you thought I was the lamest kid ever because I couldn’t play a single thing right.”

“Of course not,” Jin shakes his head vehemently. “You’re cool, Y/N. A little tone deaf, but cool.”

“Take that back!”

“I’m sorry, it’s the truth,” he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.

You send him your best glare, but contrary to your facial expression, it’s nice to laugh with him like this. You’ve been so caught up with telling yourself that you shouldn’t be feeling anything but annoyance when you’re around him that you ignored your blossoming feelings, and now they’ve fully bloomed, leaving no room for that initial irritation you so often experienced.

Friends. It’s not what you most want, but it’s something. You could get used to that.

The concert goes smoothly, and the choir performances were absolutely delightful to watch — but your father is late, again, which means you’re stuck waiting for him out in the rain that hasn’t let up for hours.

You’re about to call him for the fifth time in ten minutes when you hear a set of heavy footsteps behind you, running up the stairway. “Y/N!”

“Jin?” you ask, surprised by the boy making his way toward you, brown hair completely soaked. “What are you doing out here?”

“I lied,” he says breathlessly, like he’s in a rush, and if he doesn’t tell you now, he might never be able to. “I’m sorry, I — I lied, Y/N. I don’t want you to be my friend — God, I don’t think I could live with that. I want you to be more.”

“Jin—”

“I just,” he exhales forcefully, “I want to be able to take you out and hold your hand and hug you and kiss you—”

When your mind finally clears up, you don’t let him finish his sentence, instead grabbing his collar and yanking him down so you can press your lips to his in one swift motion. A quiet gasp leaves his mouth, but he quickly adjusts to the situation, hands dropping his violin so he can gently cradle your face, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. It’s all happening so fast that you barely even have time to think, to properly take it all in.

His lips are cold due to the nasty weather, and you’re both sopping wet — and this is most definitely the worst setting for this to have happened, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That,” Jin breathes when you finally let him go, pupils dilated, “that was—”

“My first,” you finish. Your prior courage all gone, you’re a bit nervous now, too embarrassed by your bold move to even meet his eyes. What were you thinking? “I-I’m sorry...”

“Sorry?” Jin asks, confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“You know, because… of that.” You can barely speak up, cheeks burning. “I-I don’t know why I did that. Is this — is this a prank or something? Did you plan this? Was I just supposed to laugh it off and threaten to take your eye out with my bow instead?”

“No, no, no,” he shakes his head, laughing. “Can’t you tell, Y/N?” He lowers his voice to a gentle whisper. “I like you, you idiot. Ever since you waltzed into the auditorium sophomore year and nearly broke your violin falling down the stairs, I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You… you like me?” you ask incredulously, jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest. “Like, for real? You’re not just pulling my leg like you usually love to do?”

“I meant what I said, Y/N,” he tells you softly, fingers intertwined with yours. His voice is genuine, soothing. “I want to do all those things with you, if you’ll let me.”

It takes you a while to reply, but when you do, your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest that you can barely hear yourself. “A-And if I said yes?”

A wide grin breaks out onto Jin’s face as he pulls you into a hug, both your instruments forgotten on the pavement and your head resting on his chest as he holds you close. A few days ago, you would have thought yourself a fool for even thinking that a day like this would ever come; yet here you are, all those daydreams come true.

It’s all so new to you, and you’ll most likely screw up along the way — multiple times. But hand in hand with Jin and his vexing ability to pick out a B from a B flat, things aren’t looking so bad.

You’ll work it out.

Hanging out with your friends is always a chaotic (but fun) occurrence — but when you add your boyfriend’s buddies into the mix, it all goes down to shit.

Actually, it’s all his fault, if you really think about it. Why on earth did he think challenging Taehyung to a baking competition was even remotely close to being a good idea?

“That’s so not fucking fair!” the aforementioned best friend cries, angrily shaking a spatula at a playfully grinning Jung Hoseok. “You can’t just hide the bag of flour! I fucking forgot to put it in!”

“Nothing we can do about it now, Tae,” Jimin sighs, massaging his forehead as the three of you stare at the burnt, soupy mass your team has created. “We fucking lost, that’s it.”

“So,” Jin smirks mischievously, nudging your elbow. “I guess Hoseok and I win this one, yeah?”

“Shut up,” you shove him back, though you’re grinning; a plate with a slice of his impeccably made cake in your hands and a fork lifted to your lips. “You’re good at this and you know it. I knew from the start that you were just trying to fuck around with Tae.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Your evil, demonic, deceptive, satanic boyfriend—”

“Nice vocabulary,” Hoseok comments without looking up, and you’re sure he’s on your best friend’s hit list at this point.

“Well — anyways, he’s out to get me,” Taehyung continues, frowning. “I feel attacked.”

“Yeah, okay, keep saying that several years from now when you’re sitting in a church and Y/N’s walking down the aisle,” Jimin says nonchalantly, causing you to choke on your cake in complete shock.

“What the heck — we’re literally eighteen! You can’t — you can’t just say things like that!” you exclaim indignantly, fork clattering against your empty plate. Jin grins widely all of a sudden, tapping your shoulder all of a sudden.

“Jagi.”

“Hmm?” You turn to him, momentarily forgetting how flustered Jimin’s comment made you feel.

“That was a really nice C# just now…”

Your mouth drops open as you gape at your boyfriend; part of you wants to cry and part of you wants to laugh. You knew when you agreed to make it official that somewhere along the line, you’d have to deal with these kinds of things, but now that it’s actually happening…

You turn to Jimin, patience already running thin from Jin’s antics (actually, you secretly love it, though you’ll never admit it to his face.)

“And you have the audacity to suggest that I’ll actually get married to this man?”

“Y/N? Honey, wake up. I… I just realized something.”

“Oh — Jin? What is it? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s good. You know, I was thinking about it, and I realized that...” Your husband bites down on his lip hesitantly, glancing down at the baby sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“Yeah?” you press, curious.

“When Aera cries — you know, when she’s screaming at the top of her lungs,” he smiles fondly. “It’s always — she always cries in either F# or C#. It’s,” he looks like he’s nearing tears, “the D major key. Y/N, she literally cries in D major. I’m—”

You sigh, smiling amusedly to yourself as you snuggle up to him for extra warmth, holding your baby close. Leave it to none other than Kim Seokjin to analyze his daughter’s pitch — isn’t that part of the reason why you fell in love with him, anyway?

Life with Jin is many things — a chaotic mess that includes the constantly screaming light of your lives, three pandemoniac best friends, and far too many notes for you to keep track of. And though sometimes you want to chuck a blue-lidded block of rosin at his head to shut him up, you’re more than ready for it all.

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peachsayshi · 3 years

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Chapter 10 - Intimate (2)

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Gojo uses you to relieve some of his stress after his little argument with your best friend, and poses a question that catches you off guard.

A/N: this chapter was a bit difficult for me to write and I think it's because it turned out to be sort of a filler chapter! Also, please excuse any errors - I am definitely posting this half asleep lol! but I am really excited to share the upcoming ones! I initially said that this was going to be 25 chapters but I outlined the rest of the story and there will be more! Hehe I do plan on doing the few extra one-shots in the end, so I hope you enjoy.

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“Tell me you’re mine…”

You blushed at the thought of Satoru’s words, painfully aware of the knot that tightened in the pit of your stomach which then tugged at your lungs, slowing your breath. You reached for the seasoning packets, ripping open the colored wrappers to prepare the ramen broth. You watched as tiny circles began to form from the bottom of the metal pot, bubbling it’s way to the surface. You could hear the shower still running from your bathroom, a bit relieved that Gojo was taking his time because you wanted to bask in the few precious minutes you had to yourself to try and quieten your racing thoughts.

You couldn’t focus on the task of preparing dinner because the word “mine” slipping from Gojo’s lips in a feverish claim was playing on a loop in your head. The way his tone darkened with urgency when he held his body close to yours sent goosebumps to run up your arms. You couldn’t figure out where the possessive streak came from or why he felt the need to assert his dominance over an act that should not have been as intimate as it felt. You folded your arms over your chest, subconsciously pinching your skin as you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

There was a difference when you made your own personal comparisons in the safety of your mind versus Gojo bringing it up in the bedroom. Somehow admitting your confession to him made you feel vulnerable and his reaction didn’t make it any better, appearing to be competitive about the entire situation.

That doesn’t make any sense, why would he care? you wondered.

You never actually paid attention to how Gojo felt about your ex-boyfriend. For the most part he’s always been nice to him. Although the two of them weren’t the closest of friends, they seemed to get along whenever you all hung out together. You never would have anticipated that Gojo would be…

Jealous of him ?

That he would resent him?

Honestly, you didn’t even have an explanation for what it could possibly mean.

“ Pay attention…”

Gojo’s voice startled you, you didn’t even realise he was standing right behind you until you noticed him reach his arm forward to reduce the flame, stopping the water from bubbling over the pot.

“Whoops! Lost my train of thought for a second...” you lied, refusing to look in his direction in the hopes that he wouldn’t catch you blushing.

“That’s a safety hazard, you know?” he teased, still standing dangerously close behind you as he reached for the dry noodles himself and placed them into the pot. “You need sharp eyes when cooking otherwise you’ll end up having an unnecessary accident.”

A nervous chuckle escaped you as you circled to face him. Gojo had borrowed one of your black silk scarves, using it as a makeshift blindfold since his own was now tumbled between your bedsheets on the floor. You could smell your coconut and hibiscus body wash off him, the scent combining with the residual cologne on his clothes. An easy smile spread across that handsome face, his relaxed demeanor contrasting the state he was in when he first knocked on your door.

He’s your friend, you reminded yourself. What happens in the bedroom doesn’t mean anything…

It shouldn’t mean anything.

“Whatever you say, sensei ...” you chirped, burying your wayward thoughts. “Why don’t you grab those mats and I’ll bring these over to the table”

You assembled the two bowls, adding a little extra broth for Gojo because you knew he preferred it that way. Meanwhile, he had placed the two mats on the opposite side of the dining table, taking care not to disturb your work set up.

“Here you go,” you said, as you slid the bowl in front of him while he took his seat.

“Thank you!”

At first you both sat in silence, Gojo was responding to a few unanswered text messages but you were studying him with curious eyes, waiting for him to give you an explanation for his sudden visit.

“ Sooo, you want to tell me what that was all about?” you asked.

“That being?”

You waved your chopsticks in the direction of your bedroom, raising your brow before replying, “That being the sequence of events that just transpired…”

“ Stress relief ...” Gojo explained in between bites as he casually tucked his phone back into his pocket.

You thrummed your fingers against the warm bowl in your hands, fidgeting with the chopsticks in the other. “Well, I’m glad I could help you unwind, I guess...”

He flashed you a wicked grin, “Me too, because I need a repeat of the show...”

“I can’t look at you when you say that,” you remarked, focusing your attention onto the noodles and growing shy at his comment.

“Am I embarrassing you?”

“A little…”

“I don’t understand why, that was fucking hot ...”

Your face burned, the heat radiating all the way to the back of your neck from his words. You cleared your throat as you rolled your eyes at him, desperately trying to brush off his statement in a cool manner. You could feel the knot in your stomach, the thoughts you were having crept back into your mind as you tried to hush them away.

You decided to shift the conversation away from the bedroom and back to Gojo instead. If he wasn’t so flustered by his own emotions, you might have accepted his excuse of needing to relieve stress but you knew there was more to the story.

“Did something happen at work?” you questioned.

Gojo chuckled to himself, “It’s funny how you won’t even acknowledge my compliment... ”

“Are you really going to make me pry a proper answer out of you?” you huffed, and he could hear your annoyance in your tone.

Gojo wished that he didn’t have to get into this particular part of the conversation with you, knowing full well how it was going to bring down the mood.

“No, nothing happened at work,” he said with a sigh, “I was with Rina. She asked me to stop by her shop…”

You knitted your brows in confusion, “That’s kind of random.”

Gojo nodded his head, “I thought so too. She initially told me that she wanted to get my opinion on some new items she was dropping for her menu. Turns out I was only there because she wanted to know how long you and I have been sleeping together for…”

You choked at his statement, his nonchalant words nearly going over your head.

Gojo kept eating, unphased by your reaction. “Need some water?”

“Y-yes…no, ugh, nevermind …she asked you how …”

“ How long you and I have been fucking… ” Gojo replied, flicking his index finger back between you both to fully clarify his statement.

The knot in your stomach cinched, a wave of nausea swirling in your gut as you placed your chopsticks down.

“How... how did she even find out? ” you whispered to yourself as you slumped against the back of your chair.

“She saw us at the park.”

“ Oh .”

You and Rina have both had your fair share of arguments before but sometimes when her emotions got the better of her, Rina’s outbursts often came with her sharp tongue. Over the years you had to explain to her that her words carried more weight than she thought, and in turn she became more conscious around you. However it suddenly dawned on you that Gojo might have been on the receiving end of Rina’s unfiltered anger.

You covered your face with your hands, groaning with frustration. “What did she say?”

“ Hmm ?”

“What did Rina say to you?”

Gojo shrugged his shoulders, “don’t worry about what she said to me. I know she didn’t mean anything by it...”

“But you were upset when you got here…”

“Let’s clarify something, Rina was upset because she was hurt. I was just annoyed by the situation. There’s a difference...”

You wished he would take your conversation a little more seriously and not brush it off with such ease but sighed knowing full well that Gojo wasn’t going to tell you what exactly happened which meant that Rina must have said something deliberately hurtful towards him.

“ I’m sorry… ”

“Why are you apologizing?”

You picked up your utensils, “For dragging you into this unnecessary drama I started. I should have just told Rina what was going on between us…”

Gojo paused after slurping a noodle, “well, why didn’t you tell her?”

“She’s been overprotective recently… ” you explained, not wanting to get into the details that the reason was purely based on your break up and how terrible you have been about getting over it. “I knew that if I told her about our arrangement she would analyze me to death over it and I didn’t want to deal with that…”

“Fair point,” Gojo acknowledged with a hum.

His short responses unsettled you, and you found yourself overcompensating to make up for it. “I’ll talk to her and smooth things over and I’ll make sure she apologizes for whatever it is that she said to you. She shouldn’t take her frustration out on you just because she was upset with me...”

Gojo nodded his head but you could clearly sense that he was not in the mood for any serious conversations right now. Taking himself out of this particular topic, Gojo quickly changed the subject after you made your last statement.

He kept the rest of the chat lighthearted, distracting your worries by telling you little anecdotes he had about his co-worker, Nanami. You suddenly found yourself giggling when Gojo revealed that he practically stalked Nanami for an entire day just so he could force the man to hang out him.

“I feel bad for the poor guy, you completely terrorize him,” you stated, clearing the table once you were both done eating.

You made your way over back to your kitchen where you rinsed off the bowls before placing it in the dishwasher. “You’re free to hang out if you want,” you offered, noticing Gojo get himself together as he was preparing to leave.

“I think I distracted you enough for tonight,” he replied.

You walked him to the door, following in line with his long strides. Just as he was about to reach the handle of your front door, he stopped before turning to face you.

“You don’t owe anyone an explanation about what is going on between us,” he stated, his voice low and serious.

You blinked a couple of times in surprise before parting your lips to respond, “I know I don't owe anyone an explanation but I know what Rina’s feeling and the only way I can see myself fixing this problem is by telling her everything. We never keep secrets from each other and I would probably be equally as hurt if she chose to hide something from me too... ”

Gojo pressed his lips together, navigating the words floating in his mind before reaching his hand out to touch your fingers.

“I get it but I just…”

“ Just ?...”

He exhaled, “I don’t want you overthinking anything between us, okay?”

“Don’t worry, even though we are terrible at sticking to our own rules, I am fully aware of where we both stand…”

You notice the relief wash over Gojo’s face as he slips his fingers away from your touch, “Good, because I like what we are doing.”

“I-I like it too…” you replied almost instantly, your heart racing at your own admittance.

The sorcerer left you a bundle of nerves when he said his goodbye. The knot in your stomach made its presence known, twining itself around your insides as you couldn’t escape this foreign emotion that seemed to have infiltrated your body.

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CHAPTER 11 - FRIENDS

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spacecatchako · 3 years

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i don't want to be alone anymore (sfw)

you and daichi have been best friends since your first year of high school. now that you're in love (and adults) where will you go from here?

pairing: sawamura daichi x reader

wc: 3,373 words

contains: seemingly unrequited love, confessions, covers the nationals arc, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort towards the end, fluff, reader literally has a breakdown and daichi comforts them, reassurance, cuddles, petnames (baby, princess, doll)

a/n: no, i didn't have any idea how to tag this. this fic is a little all over the place and there are several timeskips. the reader is implied to have issues w family and friends so keep that in mind lol. also i marked diff sections of the fic with ✨ this emoji so if u want to skip over certain parts and go straight to the hurt/comfort feel free babey

you were used to being lonely. sure, you worked hard and you had dreams, but there was some part you that remained unfulfilled. it was like a void that gradually dragged you down. you'd managed to supress it for most of your life up until high school, until all of a sudden something changed.

you met sawamura daichi. he was cute, a first year player on the volleyball team. daichi was kind to you. the two of you became fast friends after meeting on the first day at karasuno. during your breaks in between classes the pair of you would talk about anything and everything- volleyball strategies, your latest sketches, even other classmates that were giving you a hard time. you could be silly with daichi. there was no pressure with him, no need to pretend to be perfect.

but there was something scary about this too. by your second year of school you'd been friends with daichi for about a year. it was then that the realization hit- you had never felt this safe, this accepted, or... this loved by another person. when you'd get anxious because of classes or have issues with your family daichi became a shoulder for you to lean on. he'd go out of his way to send you check up texts and leave you little handwritten notes. the first one that you received was a little post-it note that said "you'll do great on your test today! i believe in you- daichi." he'd blushed like crazy when you confronted him about it. it was new to see your usually sturdy and level-headed best friend blush over a silly note that he'd left. there was something different between the two of you after that first note. instead of walking you home like usual he started to keep a hand on the small of your back.

you hadn't been looking. you'd been talking about how awkward your family was when a stray cat slunked into front of the two of you. you almost walked straight into it before the cat bounded away, crossing the empty street and looking back once to meow at daichi and you.

"sorry, is that too much? i just... want to make sure that you don't trip."

you were confused until you realized what had happened. daichi had steadied you by putting his hand on the small of your back. it felt good, for some reason, to trust him to steady you. trust wasn't an easy thing to come by.

you smiled a tad awkwardly before steadying yourself on your own two feet. "not at all daichi. i don't mind."

daichi smiled and the pair of you kept walking. his hand had stayed where it had been. you felt... guilty for being so touch-starved. and for your best friend, of all people?

"how ridiculous" you thought to yourself. when you came home you knew that no one was there. time to start dinner before your family came home. you'd probably retreat to your room and text daichi when that happened.

daichi was so good and so nice, and by your third year of high school the tiny, lingering bit of attraction that you had had for him flourished into a full-blown crush. you felt embarrassed and guilty. never had you let someone get this close to you. never had you ever let anyone write you notes, check in on you, give you genuine-sounding compliments. it was the little things like "are you okay y/n? you seemed a little quiet this morning. are you getting enough sleep?"

graduation came and went. the notion of parting with daichi and your other friends- asahi, suga, and kiyoko- left a pang of grief in your stomach. you were attending a local university and daichi planned to join miyagi's fire department after nationals. you'd still be close to him and he'd still be living at home, but it was weird to think that you'd be seeing one another a lot less.

nationals was when everything boiled over. you'd promised daichi that you'd be in the stands at every game of the competition, cheering him on.

"id love it if you were there, don't get me wrong. but don't feel like you have to jump through hoops for me! it's a bit of a long trip, i don't want you tiring yourself out." he confesses sheepishly. but you really wanted to go- his mom and siblings couldn't because of school and work, but they'd given him their best wishes.

"I'll hitch a ride with saeko and the crew. she and i work at the same restaurant on the weekends. we already talked and she said she'd be more than happy." you chirp. daichi seems a bit less worried about you after this, but then he remembers.

"um. y/n. you know that saeko drives... well, not badly, just... scarily?" he only seems to be partially joking.

you laugh at his worried expression. "I'll be okay pal. we'll make one of saeko's taiko buddies take the wheel."

daichi mock sighs in relief and you laugh together. this was the last moment that daichi had before nationals where he wasn't laden with anticipation over whether karasuno would succeed or not. he felt relaxed, with you. he thought you were cute, and awkward sometimes, and smart, and... good. so good. you didn't always look to him like he was an authority figure and you were small. he didn't feel the pressure to make sure you behaved or kept you in line because you were good at putting up a front and keeping yourself "in order." sometimes daichi wished that you would let him take care of you, let him listen more often. he wished that you would let him love you.

oh.

oh shit.

"daichi? um, daichi?"

daichi blushed and was snapped back to reality. he... loved you? that's what that care for you was all of these years. that's why he wanted to know if you were taking care of yourself, if you weren't burning yourself out with pleasing your family and school and work. sure, he thought you were cute. he picked up on all of your idiosyncrasies, even sometime pointing them out to you. he had had an inkling that *maybe* he had a little crush on you... but the care that he had come to find that he had for you was so great. he had to do something- everyone was leaving for school and the championships would be over and then when would he see you again? there was this great, big fear of losing you due to confessing. but that fear was minuscule compared to you, his studious and independent friend, pushing him away and forgetting.

"sorry. i was just lost in thought."

✨

yes, you, saeko, and the taiko group arrived a *tad* late and missed the tokonami match. yes you felt guilty for missing it. but when karasuno won against inarizaki and you saw daichi and the team celebrate the win, it was all worth it. you cheered as loud as you can, and once the players cleared from the court, you scrambled to greet daichi.

you see him in the lobby and almost leap into his arms. he laughs. "aaa, hey y/n." he croaks.

you giggle. "hey daichi. congratulations. you were amazing out there."

he's smiling through the sweat and fatigue. you notice, out of the corner of your eye, asahi and suga slowly backing away to leave the two of you alone. suga clicks his tongue, making daichi whip his head around, and he gives the captain a thumbs up." daichi sighs and sets you down, and the two of you are left in the stadium lobby. volleyball players and spectators mingle around, getting food and shopping for merchandise. daichi runs a hand through his hair and turns to you.

"do you want to go outside? there's something that i have to tell you."

anxiety shoots through you. if it's daichi, it can't be bad. of course not. that's one of your best friends. right?

the two of you make your way to the front doors of the stadium and get some fresh air. the sky is blue and the wind is refreshing against your skin. daichi, still sweaty and tired from his game, seems to enjoy it too.

you giggle as he stretches. daichi sits on a nearby bench and gestures for you to do so too. you notice a little shake in his hands as he does so. he's fiddling with the zipper of his karasuno jacket in that cute way that you know he does.

there's a sense of unease, and it's up to you to break the silence. you're alone with sawamura daichi, your best friend and longtime crush.

"daichi? what's wrong?" you ask, concerned.

daichi looks to you, a flush on his cheeks and a light in his eyes. he looks so cute, even when he's tongue-tied and tired from a game.

he takes a deep breath, and the words come out.

"i like you a lot, y/n"

you blink, confused. then it hits you. your crush, sawamura daichi, likes you. like, the boy that you think about way too much, the boy that you feel safe with, the absolute gentleman who cares about you and respects you instead of walking all over you, likes you.

you realize that you haven't said anything before you stutter.

"i-i like you too, daichi. so much."

he's blushing. your face is growing hot despite the winter air. the two of you, literal adults, are reduced to awkward messes because of this confession.

"o-oh. that's... good. i think that that's good." daichi awkwardly says. he laughs a little, then it turns into a full-blown bellow. you can't help but laugh too at how ludicrous the situation is. two friends who have known each other for years, caring about each other, eventually falling for each other. who knew?

"also suga made a bet and told me to confess to you if we won against inarizaki. he told me after the tokonami match. i agreed." daichi huffs after the laughter subsides.

"of course he did. im glad that he did it though." you joke.

"yeah. because then i wouldn't have you." he smiles, getting up. he extends a hand to you, helping you from the bench

"let's go back to the group. i don't want to miss lunch."

✨

it's been months after nationals. you and daichi are in a relationship, happy to be with one another. he's taken you on so many wonderful dates and his family seems to love getting to know you more. but there's still something that's missing. you've always struggled to open up to people completely. even daichi doesn't know what you're like when you completely break.

that changes one day when you have to travel from your dorm, to your parents house, then to daichi's for a date. it was supposed to be casual- just you and him in your pajamas, watching movies and eating takeout. but after being berated by your family for your career choice it triggered something in you. you felt like a little kid again, being told that you're not enough, being slowly manipulated by your family into burning yourself out. dachi helped the loneliness subside, but you knew that, inside, you were still the same little kid. that thought made something inside you recoil, but you pushed it down and made your way to daichi's.

you settle into his bed, your partner beside you. you take a good look at him- your man, sturdy and stronger from work at the fire department. suddenly, you can't help but break for some reason. tears flood your eyes and they won't stop for some reason.

"baby? baby what's wrong?"

you didn't deserve him. why were you even friends with him? someone this nice, this gentle with you, this kind? you wanted him to kick you out for crying. you wanted him to break up with you, because good things don't last.

you were so embarrassed and you'd felt so weak and stupid. you'd never been allowed to cry before, you'd always been told that it was a sign of weakness. good children didn't cry, so now that you were grown up you shouldn't either.

daichi hadn't judged you. he just set the tv remote down and moved in to hug you. other people's touches usually made you flinch and swat them away, but it was never like that with him. not when he supported the small of your back when you fell, not when you jumped into his arms, not when he took your hand after your mutual confession.

the two of you were hugging now, your chin on his shoulder and his head tucked into your side. you could stay like this forever. he was so warm. you could feel the two of your heartbeats almost sinking into one as your sobs quieted down and your breathing slowed to normal. this was the effect that he had on you. it was in this moment that you realized that you loved him- you truly did. the brown-eyed, sturdy, kind, careful, gentle boy that you'd met on the first day of high school had become your friend. then he was your crush. now that you two were adults, he was your first partner. the first person that you had ever fallen truly, deeply in love with.

you felt weak for desiring a love that was this tender. pessimistic you has you thinking that maybe all of the bad things that happened when you were growing up- your family being distant, friends leaving, you feeling alone all of the time- were a sign. a sign that you didn't deserve love. but if you were undeserving, if the pessimistic side of you was right, maybe you could have this moment to keep instead. is that it? if a whirlwind kind of love was too much to ask, you could just keep these moments with daichi close to your heart. if it was possible to take this feeling and keep it in a bottle, you would.

in between sobs, you vent.

"everything sucks, daichi. my family has always been so critical of me. i never get to see any of our friends anymore. im trying to succeed at school but my family won't get off my back. i feel so alone."

daichi pulls away to look at you. his palm is cupping your face and uses his thumb to wipe a tear away. you sniffle. you struggle to meet his beautiful brown eyes, averting your gaze. but you can feel his gaze on you, and when you do finally find the courage to make eye contact, he looks at you with nothing but affection. for some reason you don't feel judged by him. you don't feel... bad for crying in front of him anymore. he's looking at you with nothing but acceptance, nothing but care.

"hey." he starts in a small, gentle voice. "i know how you feel about crying, doll. but it's okay to cry. no matter what your parents say about you, you're a good person. a lovely person, even. you're a good friend too. what they think is stupid." he smiles a little. you love that smile- the way that his eyes crinkle a little and his cheeks dimple. he holds one of your hands in both of his. "i love you. you're good, and smart, and kind, and hardworking. you forget to take care of yourself sometimes, but i think that that's okay. while you're learning how to show yourself more compassion I'll take care of you in the meantime. whatever you need, doll. you're safe with me. no matter what. okay?"

you're crying again. great. you don't stop yourself this time and you throw yourself into his arms. he's there, waiting for you. you let yourself sob into his chest while he gently rubs your back. he holds you in his big, strong arms and hugs you closer. you don't feel suffocated and you don't feel humiliating to be crying. you feel safe. it sucks to cry over what your family thinks of you and it sucks that you don't feel like enough. it sucks that you've felt alone for most of your life. it sucks that you feel guilty for wanting love and it sucks that sometimes, you feel guilty for loving daichi so much. but as he holds you and presses a kiss to the top of your head, nuzzling your hair, all of the pain is tinged with something warm. something safe. something so, so safe. a feeling that you'd never felt before.

it's in that moment that you know- daichi isn't a whirlwind. he isn't a storybook prince that will whisk all of your problems away. no, he's somehow better. he's a pillar of support, a source of comfort, a prince in his own right. no, he won't save you- you still have to take care of yourself. but he'll support you, fill in the gaps, love you unconditionally. maybe a fix-it-all is too much to ask, but you couldn't care less about that now. all that you want his daichi. he takes care of you. he respects you. he loves you, despite your flaws and your feelings of weakness and those moments like now when you just need to be held. he loves you.

when you've stopped crying your voice is croaky and you feel gross. you look up at daichi and he hands you a box of tissues from the nightstand. you're an ugly crier, you know that. but daichi doesn't seem to judge as you dab at your eyes and look to check your reflection in his room mirror. it feels wrong to leave the comfort of his arms, but it also feels like instinct to check your composure. when you're done you turn around to face him, eyes tired.

"do you want to talk about it doll?" you're about to object, in a prefunctory sort of way, but he cuts in. "baby, i don't mind. really. i just want to know that you're okay. i just want to know that you feel safe. you've endured a lot and the way that you feel matters."

you sniffle. "im fine not talking for now daichi. im... tired. just tired. from crying. i just want to sleep." when he shows you nothing but understanding, you stutter out one last request

"ww-will you hold me?"

"of course, princess. ive got you."

you clamber back to bed. daichi and you shift positions so that he's laying down and you're against his chest. he smells like that nice, crisp soap that he always uses. you bury your face in his chest once more, before laying on your side to the sound of his heartbeat.

you sigh. "i love this sound. it lets me know that you're here with me. it let's me know that you're real."

daichi chuckles warmly. you can hear the sound reverberate throughout his chest and it tickles your ear. he's so sweet. it's then that he promises something to you.

"im here, darling. and i am not going anywhere."

your eyes water a little at that. "i love you, daichi. you're my best friend."

he sighs, and it's like you can feel his warm, gentle smile from where you're resting. "i love you too, doll. so much. you are the most precious thing in the world to me."

you know in that moment that you are loved- genuinely, indellibly loved. the roughness and loneliness that you once endured is no more. despite everything, you're learning how to love yourself and to take care of yourself. it feels so, so lonely sometimes and the work seems endless. but whenever you need someone to catch you when you fall, you know that your love, daichi, will be there. forevermore.

his heartbeat relaxes you as you snuggle deeper into his chest. the last words that the two of you utter to one another are ones of love before you both drift off to sleep. you love him- so, so much. and he loves you.

tagging some folks in the longest fic that ive ever written because aaaaaa. if u want to be added to my taglist or taken off plz send me an ask!

@ceo-of-daichi @honeybunny-sawamura @daichis-kitty @goldenshoyo @daichidaichidaichi @kingtamakimurder

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washymylifeaway · 3 years

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hi! do you have any favourite fantasy/mythology esque sakuatsu fics?

Haikyuu SakuAtsu fanfic recs: Fantasy Edition!!!!

To the anon who requested this, you are an ABSOLUTE GOD. I don’t know if you know, but fantasy AND mythology are some of my FAVORITE genres of ALL TIME. STILL, I saw the esque and I ran with it (cause there isn’t a lot of like pure fantasy or mythological journey fics ie. my poor excuse OOPS LOL and I wasn’t too sure what would be okay on this list AHAHA), so if it’s not the right kind of fics you were looking for, I’M SO SORRY :((((((( May this rec list be up to your expectations!!!!!! (And if it isn’t, feel free to re-request :’))))),,,, ALSO, ignore me switching between Sakusa and Omi LOL.)

As per usual, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for each fic before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

if you make me feel in love / if you make me open up by volchitsae (E) 6.4k // this is a reincarnation AU, and it has a major folklore/japanese-ish mythology (gods) element to it. This honestly MIGHT be my favorite from this list cause it’s just done SO well and I LOVE the reunion after the TRAGEDY :’)))) I’m trying to be vague cause I REALLY don’t want to spoil this fic at ALL, so PLEASE read it heh.

my love, take your time by bastigod (T) 9k // this is another reincarnation AU, but this time it’s with greek-ish mythology :’D However, the fantasy part of it is kinda on the back burner (ahaha oops LOL). It becomes more apparent near the end of the fic, but the build up to it is worth reading, which is why it’s here LOL. I love how they added Sakusa’s own memories concerning certain things, and how he collected pieces of them in the museum! The writing is so good, but also, I’m a sucker for Omi making lists relating to Atsumu hehe.

your flame will not survive in this cold tundra by awkwardedgeworth (T) 26.5k // this is an AtLA AU, but even if you don’t know the show, you’ll still enjoy it! I absolutely love this fic and the plot is really AMAZING and asihfkjahsdkfjak their DEVELOPMENT. Especially with the separation of POV’s in both chapters (and what we get to see which we didn’t previously) UGH,,,, it was so GOOD. (Their other AtLA AU fics are really good too, so don’t be shy, go read them as well LOL.)

one life, one encounter by bastigod (G) 5.7k // this is a japanese-ish mythology AU, with our first appearance of foxsumu. We do stan Kita-san and Sakusa being friends with one another in this house :D This fic was really cute and Sakusa is so baby in this (but in a GOOD WAY), and when he talks to Atsumu at first,,, HE SOUNDED SO LONELY LIKE I’LL BE YOUR FRIEND :((((((

give me a moment so devoted by volchitsae (T) 4.5k // immortals! YES! I really really like this one and I think that their relationship in it was SO cute. I am really into the idea of Atsumu being insufferable throughout Omi’s lifetime and them having INSIDE JOKES AHHHHH. It’s really light and fluffy so if you just want some love in your life, this is the read :)

show you my best disguise by volchitsae (T) 5.1k // this one has NICE Sakusa in it (which I think should be more common fight me) and their relationship with one another is actually good from the beginning :D I love how naturally it progressed and how we get to see the habits slowly build as they spend time with one another. Very good fic, but not lots of magic until the end LOL. (There’s also a lot of poetry LOL.)

both our hands speak for us and complicate it by volchitsae (M) 8.6k // MAGIC/superpowers :D FIRST, the puns are such a nice touch to this fic and SECOND we do love the yachi/yama agenda being pushed here. I really like the conditions Sakusa’s powers have, and how that added to the plot (and the ending for that matter, may there be a universe where they can touch LOL). Honestly, the magic is also kinda back burner for this one and it focuses more on relationship dev. but it’s still a fun read so I added it LOL.

Rain and Its Incendiary Properties by firtree (M) 24.5k // so we get some Sakusa turning into vampire backstory in this one, and the revelation of more mythical beings LOL. Bless Komori and tbh Suna for being some MVP’s in this fic, we do love the familial bonds :)))) But also, the knowledge at the end does give some second hand embarrassment so brace yourself LOL.

two slow dancers by orphan_account (T) 1.2k // AHHHHHH BLOND SAKUSA! Also, yes another vampire fic. What? Sue me. This is just a load of fluff and sap from Atsumu, and warning: there ARE twilight references in this one ahahahaha. (If you thought that with this many vampire fics on the list, you would be safe from twilight, you obviously thought wrong.)

crimson colored lotus by sieges (M) 16.5k // this was a demon slayer AU LOL. TBH I haven’t watched DS, but you honestly don’t really need to in order to read this LOL. It’s explained really well and the writing is AMAZING! It’s not a linear fic, but you can read it in order if you so choose. I know it’s a stretch for this list, but it’s just that good, okay? LOL.

how can I not be moved (by you) by Ann1215 (T) 26.4k // this has warlock Atsumu (with an actual REASON for his blond-ness that isn’t Osamu) and halfling Sakusa, who is eventually a sap LOL. I really love fics with familiars and animals so this fic was one that I really liked hehe. The ending? Embarrassing but we do love the love LOL. Also the second part with Atsumu’s POV, FLUFF like, yes please give me all the love :DDDDD

enchanted to meet ya by zantetsvkens (T) 4.8k // FAST BURN but it makes sense. I agree with the a/n at the end for the confession, so there’s that LOL. I liked this one because the tactful provoking was SO good and funny for that matter HAH. But Sakusa WOULD be more concerned with the window costs than Atsumu’s wellbeing (it had to have been said).

when morning comes we'll be safe by bestcarrot (T) 2.7k // another demon slayer AU even though I’ve never read or watched ds? Yes. Again, sue me. I know it’s teeeeeeechnically a stretch BUT fox demon Atsumu...... (Also it’s written so well I felt like I needed to add it okay? :’)))))) AND yes, I WAS holding onto the no character death (YOU SHOULD TOO), the close ending was scary.

a boy is a thing with fangs by unthank (T) 3.5k // foxsumu! ngl I’ll just be straight up honest with you all, I added this for the response Sakusa has to Atsumu when they’re watching SunaOsa play shogi in the next fic LOL. I thought it was so funny and perfect for that moment please. Just,,,, forgive me once AHAHAH.

Falling For You (Literally) by Anubis_2701 (T) 6.5k // clumsy Atsumu makes me feel some type of way LOL. This is another NICE, soft Sakusa fic (like i said we need more: me pretending like I don’t see the tag for it LOL) and it’s just really cute. There’s some medical tings that occur (cause Omi is literally a magical medic LOL), but it’s just very FLUFF hehe.

The curse of a blessing by basinnit (E) 7.8k // CHECKING WARNINGS AND TAGS!!!!!!! I felt like I knew what was going to happen, but DENIAL IS NICE OKAY. Honestly, it seems short with it’s 7.8k word count, but with the number of mental breaks you’re gonna need,,,, it’ll seem long. Also, yes Atsumu punching people (one person in particular) because I would’ve too and I love that person >:((((( It looks scary and confusing with the tags, but I’d read it anyway LOL. (If you’re wondering, the magic is that Suna and Sakusa are warlocks LOL.)

The Fox Prince by cinnamonlove (T) 13.1k // okay there are some INSULTS thrown (and lots of cursing LOL) and so TW: LOTTA CURSE WORDS. Aside from that, we see once again MVP Komori making an appearance, but also vulnerable SakuAtsu near the end :0 It’s definitely an interesting fic, so that’s why it’s here LOL. (Also it’s like fake foxsumu but not really,,,, you’ll understand.)

the echoing halls by ohwickedsoul (T) 11.7k // GAH THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD. To read it though, some background knowledge (or google LOL) is needed cause the mythology references are very strong in this one. But I love when Sakusa was so desperate (honor’d light AUAHFKJDHFKJS) and Atsumu was aboutta (basically) punch him LOL. V GOOD V CUTE IN LOVE? I AM.

Did I just take this ask as an excuse to read a crap ton of fantasy/mythology AUs instead of doing any of my other work? Yes, yes I did. Also, I know it’s kinda short (LOL NOT ME SAYING THIS but I did NOT (surprising IK) put some of the fics I liked D:), but I tried to REALLY narrow it down a bit hehe. I hope I didn’t miss too many good ones, and I’m sorry for not really staying on ‘topic’ LOL. I realized while re-reading these that a lot of them are just Atsumu like meeting Sakusa by chance and being like dang, he’s hot. Gotta bother him forever ig? Thank you for the ask, it was really fun and I hope you liked the fics hehe :)

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thedevildomdaily · 3 years

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Demonic Possessions Ch 2: Getting A Little Cozy

NOTE: Sorry about the delay. Had an unexpected guest I had to babysit. I also couldn’t stop writing this. I had no idea where to stop this chapter lol.

Warnings: None, just a little language. I

“Pftssss…” Lena had to cover her mouth with both hands quickly. The badass demons everyone on Earth feared were a bunch of bratty children! The nephilim wanted desperately to film the scene and share with her brothers. They wouldn’t believe her if she told them about this.

Lilly rolled her eyes and sighed as she begrudgingly went on into the room to join the chaos. She then patted the empty seat beside her for Lena. Of course the guys didn’t even pause in their antics at the arrival of their new guest.

The remaining seat available for Leviathan was on the other side of Lena. It seemed he would be stuck beside the 3D nephilim for eternity at this rate. He sat down, focusing on his phone, trying to rapidly tap on it while reaching towards his food.

“You’re going to pay me back for my property AND you’re going to retrieve it.” Satan responded. Lena thought he looked like he was going to snap at any moment given the giant vein on his forehead. She didn’t envy Mammon being the target of his rage.

Lucifer started to eat, but hesitated to say, “Mammooooon…” Which instantly caused the loud demon to melt into his seat to sulk. The eldest resumed his meal, ignoring the death stares still being shot at him by Belphegor.

“This looks delicious.” Lena finally spoke. The commotion, all of the food, the smells; All of it had been overwhelming and she didn’t realize she hadn’t tried anything yet. It was definitely colorful, and somewhat intimidating. She absolutely would not question the ingredients, let alone the nutrition facts. Wait, do they even have Nutrition Facts in the Devildom?

Asmodeus had sat down, giving up on Beelzebub’s inability to control himself. When Lena spoke up, he gave her a sweet smile, “Oh it is. And it is super healthy. I wanted you to get to taste something wonderful for your first meal in the Devildom.”

“That’s sweet of you, thanks.” Lena chimed with a huge grin before digging in. “Damn this is sooooo good!” Her piercing blue eyes widened with excitement. No wonder the bigg’un over there was wolfing the stuff down. Her reaction caught a few of them off guard and nobody confessed that Asmo merely ordered the food. He solely focused on the presentation.

It did get a few under-the-breath chuckles from a few of them as Asmodeus beamed at her response, “Oh thank you hun. I knew you’d like it. You seem to have good taste...you’re brothers too.” He was referring to the fashion they were wearing. He also noticed the fine quality of her luggage before. It looked quite expensive.

Lena chuckled, “Haha...Azri trained me well. We share a love of fashion...and shopping. I really need to do some shopping as soon as possible…” It was more of a note to herself out loud, but the beauty guru of a demon lit up with excitement, “Oh let me take you! Lilly we have to show her Majolish!”

Lilly joined in with equal amounts of excitement, “Yes we gotta. And it sounds like Azri should tag along too.”

“NO!” Lena responded louder than she meant to. Lucifer actually stared at her for a moment. “I mean uh, not this time...he and I may have a few disagreements...when it comes to expenses.” There were a few demons at the table who could understand that. Pretty much Lucifer and Satan were the only responsible shoppers in the room. And of course Lucifer tried to keep a tight leash on his little brothers’ shopping expenses.

“I do need a few immediate room amenities ASAP.” Lena continued, “After Levi wrestled down all of those sheets, dust and cobwebs went all over the place. It’s a hot mess...and not in the good time.” that got a laugh out of Asmo and Lilly, “And I have no sheets, pillows, or a comforter...and I some furniture for my clothes...they’re all packed away still…”

“Awe! That’s no good! You can’t let your clothes get dusty!’ Asmo covered his mouth. He couldn’t imagine living in a room so dusty. It made him want to skip dinner and head directly to his luxurious bathtub. “Lena, you can sleep with me tonight?” Of course he was all smiles and eager to offer that.

“Asmo. Yer just being a perv.” Mammon commented, pausing his sulk-eating.

Lilly shook her head, “I’m lending her a set of my sheets and a pillow for tonight. And did you show her the Akuzon app Levi? She can quickly order some cool furniture to be sent here in no time.”

The otaku demon looked up from his phone, “Yeah, I showed her Akuzon. We ordered some manga and wall scrolls and…” Leviathan proceeded to list 30 unnecessary anime or gaming-related items.

“What the hell! Did you just order that for yourself?!” Mammon exclaimed. He thought his brother went on a wild spree with Akuzon again. A rather bold assumption coming from the Avatar of Greed himself.

“No no no no!” Lena laughed, “He gave me a few recommendations, and then I saw a few things I liked. I'm a huge fan of gaming and manga myself.” Mammon, Asmo, and Lilly blinked with surprise. Great, there was another one amidst them. “Hey, don’t judge me! They are great art forms and there is such a plethora of dynamic stories you couldn’t experience in any other media. I would also like to add that I am a freelance artist on the side and I focus on anime and gaming characters…”

Leviathan stared at Lena for a moment in awe of her ‘speech’. Where everyone else understood that she was just conversing about the subject, the indigo-haired demon saw her standing at a podium, giving an academy award-winning performance and he fought the urge to clap.

“Ah, gotcha.” Mammon responded. The other two nodded.

“Hey! Why did you guys just nod when she spoke passionately about those things, but when I say anything, you give me such crap you normies!” he scrunched his nose at his brothers in particular.

“Because she didn’t try to ramble incoherently about it for an eternity or bog us down with unimportant details Levi…” Asmodeus shrugged.

“Awe...I’m sorry…” Lena patted his shoulder, feeling bad for Leviathan, “I’ll listen to your rambles anytime.” Leviathan sighed and shrunk down for a moment, then realized that the female nephilim was patting him. A girl. Touching him. Repeatedly!

“WAAAAAGH! NooOoooOO!” Leviathan rose like a vampire from a coffin, out of his chair, and ran from the room. Everyone laughed at the scene. Even Lucifer ‘covered his mouth to cough’ at the same moment.

Lena merely chuckled sheepishly, “I didn’t mean to make him so uncomfortable...I guess I’m a little too chummy…”

“No. Leviathan is just…” Lilly tried to find the right words for it, “well he refers to himself as a shut-in. He always freaks out about body contact. Pretty much with just about anyone…” Though she knew Lena’s case was a little different and couldn’t help but chuckle.

When dinner was over, the house members scattered. Lena went with Mammon and Asmodeus to Lilly’s room to hang out and further discuss shopping plans. Levi didn’t respond when Mammon banged on his door to join them. It was nice to be getting along well enough with a few of the brothers already. The nephilim didn’t feel as welcomed earlier that day as she was now.

“This looks cool!’ she said as she approached the tree, “I can’t say I’ve seen a huge tree just growing in someone’s bedroom before. Are Poison Ivy or something?” Lena chuckled and sat on the side of the bed.

“Well, she and I do have a few things in common, not gonna lie…”Lilly responded as she joined her new friend.

“So, are we gonna go shopp’n after class tomorrow?” Mammon scratched his head, looking a bit uncomfortable as he sat on the couch, “I may have to ditch last period if I’m gonna go too.”

This made a huge smirk spread across Asmo’s glossy lips, “Ah, trying to avoid paying our Dear Satan your check tomorrow by spending it all with us?” The question caused his older brother to blush and furrow his brows, embarrassed and angry that he got caught.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin about. I just feel like getting a head start…”

Lilly exchanged looks with Asmo, then Lena. “You know that’s bullshit, right?”

“100%. I just arrived here today and I can read you like a book dude.” Lena gave Mammon a devilish grin.

Great, now the new girl was joining in on the ‘let’s pick on Mammon brigade. It’s bad enough when his little brothers and best friend did it, but her? Crossing his arms, the greedy demon refused to respond to her remark.

“While I do love poking fun at my scummy big brother,” Asmo chimed, “I do want to resume our discussion from earlier. What are we ever going to do about you in that filthy attic room?” Lilly joined in at the concern. “Why don’t you store your clothing in my closet until your furniture arrives from Akuzon? Lilly did the same thing.”

“That would be great, actually, I was kind of concerned about wrinkles and creases...and my brother vaporizing me over it.” Azri was the chillest guy out there, but fuck with his clothes and he was a 6’4”, fire-breathing maniac with claws.

“And as for sleeping arrangements, I do really think you should consider sleeping in my room with me.” Asmo added. Immediately Mammon and Lilly glared at him.

Lena wasn’t an idiot; she knew he was clearly the Avatar of Lust. The right amount of narcissism, the insistence of closeness, and the weariness of everyone around him. She was also a big girl that could take care of herself. Even if he was a demon of seduction. “You know what? I’m game. If you have a clean, comfy bed I will crash it.”

The other two just looked dumbfounded at her, while Asmodeus closed his eyes and grinned. “Oh this will be lovely. We can do nightly facials and I’ll braid that beautiful silvery hair of yours. Maybe we can take a bath together?”

“Hmm...I might forgo that bath...for now.” Lena responded, “but the rest of that sounds delightful after this incredible fucking journey. My day wasn’t going well before I arrived, and then I’ve been a little overwhelmed by...well, EVERYTHING I’ve seen since we got here.”

“Are you sure about this? My brother’s a little perv…” Mammon’s arms were crossed again and he looked genuinely concerned. He didn’t want to be strung upside down somewhere by Lucifer again for not at least warning the girl. They were also supposed to be cautious with the nephilim until they learned more about them at least. Lucifer’s orders.

Lena yawned, unphased by the older demon’s concerns, “Maybe I am too?” She gave a sly expression at Mammon, making him blush and look away, pretending not to be. “I think you guys have some misconceptions about nephilim. Just because we are half angels, doesn’t mean we are highly virtuous and prudish.” She grinned, reflecting on the trouble she and her brothers have caused over the centuries. “I mean, we have more morals than demons, that’s for sure, but our feelings are so intensely human and we’re considered flawed for it. We’re whimsical, passionate, reckless, and live life to the fullest. And we suffer for it too.”

The others in the room were quiet, reflecting on what she said. Mammon admittedly thought she and her brothers may be a bit innocent-like. Even older angels like Simeon tended to be. He and his brothers were once before. Asmo shared that sentiment as well, but was delighted knowing for sure that Lena wasn’t.

Standing up, Lena yawned again and stretched before she walked over to Asmodeus with an extended hand to help him up, “I’m really tired after eating so much tonight. Don’t we have to get up early tomorrow? I wanna rest ‘cause I am a horrible monster to wake up in the morning.”

Asmodeus took her hand; it was as soft as his. He blushed with delight and excitement. “Yes, we’d better get our beauty sleep! You too; the both of you!” Lilly was something of a muse for Asmo when designing and consulting Majolish with petite creatures in mind and his big brother did a lot of modeling.

The demon’s bedroom was so pretty and feminine. And it smelled wonderfully. The bed looked as soft and comfortable as she’d imagined it to bed. “Asmo, are you sure you’ve fallen? ‘Cause this room looks heavenly after doing all that dusting!” she stepped out of her shoes quickly and sprung for the bed, eager to touch the cozy comforter. “You weren’t kidding about this.”

There was a chuckle from Asmo, not taking offense to the comment at all. She was genuinely excited. Mimicking a feline, he walked slowly towards the nephilim. ‘I never kid about luxury and beauty darling.” He reached for Lena’s hair, pulling it all behind her. It was as silky as he imagined. She didn’t withdraw from him, good. He ran his fingers slowly through her locks before suggesting they went over to his vanity.

They both gazed in the mirror together. She looked drowsy, he was only a little. “I am so curious about you nephilim. I never met one personally until today.” He picked up a brush and began running it through her hair before putting it into a braid. Everything he did was in a rather intimate way, yet Lena never gave a reaction beyond her tiredness.

“There’s honestly not a lot to be curious about.” Lena responded. She loved when others played with her hair and it was quite common for Azri to braid hers so no tangles got in it. He was more concerned by it than she was. That Mother Hen. “You really can ask me anything. You all can. We are transparent; we literally can’t lie. That’s the stupid angelic trait we all share. At best we can simply not answer you. That being said, and simply because we three are scorpios, we fucking hate lies. Don’t. *clap* Do. *clap* It. We sense that shit miles away.” She made Asmo laugh uncontrollably as she gave instances where exes got their cars destroyed or a garden gnome’s decapitated head through their bedroom window on the 5th story of an apartment. They were definitely far from angelic. Definitely emotional creatures to say the least.

“Lena. I think you and your brothers will really like it here in the Devildom. Your..passionate natures can run wilder here than it possibly could in the human world.” When he finished her hair, Asmo lifted the end and smelled it in a sensual way. “You can put your jewelry here. I promise it’s safe from my scumbag brother, Mammon. There’s a curse on this box specifically targeting him. Solomon created it.

“Oh did he now?” That got her attention. Her brow was raised as she looked at it. It did have the elaborate designs he fancied. “So you’re one of his..contracted?”

Asmo nodded as he retrieved the night masks they agreed to apply once their make-up was removed. “Yes. We have a contract. He’s such an interesting human; I couldn’t resist him.”

Lena chuckled, “Trust me, I know. Been there…” This time Asmo was brought to attention.

“Are you one of his…?” he asked carefully. “Hell no! I wasn’t one of his 300 wives or 700 concubines...or is it vice versa? Any no. We did have a wild time together during the renaissance period in Italy. I’m not easily tamed and we were just ‘having fun’.”

Asmo beamed, wanting to know all of the juicy details. “Oh I’ve got some stories for you, darling. But then again he has plenty on me so you’d better not say anything to anyone else, got it!” Lena gave him a serious expression with the mask on, making him chuckle, but agreed not to tell. “I can promise pinky. Lilly explained how important a tradition it is. Heavier than a blood oath!’

The nephilim started at him blankly. This was one of those times where she just had to avoid the truth. No comment. No problem. She shared the pinky promised the demon and they continued getting ready, spilling little stories along the way. Then came time to change clothes.

The demon leant her an oversized t-shirt that smelled like citrus, because Lena wasn’t going all of the way back to the dusty attic after getting nice and clean. She began removing her shirt, not thinking anything of Asmo being in the room.

“Oh my!” he said with wide eyes, “how bold you are, tempting me like this.” He turned away blushing, but held quite the smile. He thought of how much fun they might have in time.

Lena chuckled, “Sorry, I’m used to changing in front of others. Dorm life; fashion life; party life.” Her bra was tossed aside only after she put the shirt on and slid her ripped jeans off. Asmo changed in his giant bathroom.

He emerged where cute, cyan pajamas that made Lena giggle, “You look so cozy.”

“And you look cute, yet seductive.” he chimed back as he headed to pull back the comforter. He insisted that Lena got in first, and to get comfortable. She followed the suggestion, then decided it was best to place a pillow between them, just to set things straight. She didn’t mind flirting around with him, but she had a little apprehension and self-control.

He wanted to pout at the dividing pillow. Lilly did the same thing, which was no fun. He wanted to at least snuggle with her, feel her curves that filled-out his shirt. They laid beneath the top sheet and comforter, facing one another with smiles. “Good night Asmo. Thank you for the delicious first dinner, volunteering to go shopping with me tomorrow, and letting me crash here.”

“You’re welcome Darling. And thank you for sharing some candid Solomon stories. I’ll cherish them forever!” They both laughed and the demon watched as Lena drifted off into her dream world. It was really quite something. She had all of the trust in the world in him not to try something with her. He was always used to apprehension and it took forever for Lilly to fully trust in him.

He found himself wanting to run his fingers against the edge of her soft, porcelain face and hair as she slumbered. Asmodeus refrained, but continued to watch over her until he too fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of some odd alarm clock started buzzing, causing Lena to groan and bury her face under a pillow. It was strange. It smelled like lavender and honey. She didn’t recall trying any new perfumes lately. And she didn’t have one of her witchy ladies crash.

“Good morning Darling.” she heard a songbird voice chime. It was so close to her; TOO CLOSE! The nephilim quickly rose, clutching the pillow beside her in a panic. It was obvious that she forgot all that had transpired the night before. Lena was totally lost, having no recollection of entering this “Better Homes Than Yours”-looking bedroom.

Her eyes darted straight over to the owner of that voice: a “pretty boy” type. He had a seductive smirk as he stared up at her. He was clothed, though his pajama shirt was completely unbuttoned. It made her instinctively look to see what she was or wasn’t wearing.

The nephilim’s antics caused Asmodeus to chuckle lightly. He knew exactly what was going on in her head. He’d seen it happen so many times: The panic of waking up in a stranger’s bed. The Avatar of Lust never got bored watching this scenario play out. He was highly curious about what Lena thought had happened. “What’s wrong Darling? You look a little lost…” He decided he would have a little fun with her.

“I uhm…” was all Lena could manage to respond with. Her hair was braided, yet the top was completely frizzed. Her eyes widened when the stranger reached towards her. “Did we…?” It wouldn’t be her first time, by a long shot, but she felt completely refreshed instead of her normal hung over status after an ONS.

“Did we what Lena, Darling?” Asmo asked, playing coy. He was loving this. What naughty thoughts was she having about him? She froze, looking at his open shirt. He looked so hot laying like that. She’d be very proud of herself if she didn’t in fact jump his bones the night before.

“You know…” she said, slightly embarrassed, “bump uglies…”

“There is most certainly nothing ‘ugly’ about me Darling.” he responded, giving her a wink. He let her process that for a moment, watching her sigh and throw herself back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. He knew he was on the edge of taking things too far, and decided to stop with the charade.

Leaning really close to her, Asmodeus whispered in Lena’s ears, “As much as it would’ve been, we only did facials and went to sleep.” He chuckled softly as he saw her ear turn pink.

“Eeeergh!” Lena gritted her teeth and popped the side of his hip, as he was casually lounging on his side, embarrassing the hell out of her. “You are fucking aweful!” She kicked around, pouting.

Asmo chuckled more, loving being able to see her like this. She was absolutely adorable in this state. He totally saw why Solomon would try to fool around this dangerous beauty. He didn’t react, but that swat actually hurt a little. “As much as I want to keep snuggling-up in bed and tease you, we really need to start getting ready for class. You do NOT want Lucifer on your case, especially so early in the morning.”

Remembering she had to go to school made Lena groan even more. “Damn it! I don’t wanna Asmo...it’s too early!”

It took awhile for the two of them to get dressed, followed by hair and make-up. Asmodeus couldn’t resist getting to make-over someone after getting himself dolled-up. It was clear that Lena was used to it, holding perfectly still and moving about just right. She explained that she modeled for her brother, Azriel, quite often.

When they were ready, both Lena and Asmo exited his room, giggling about some joke she’d told about Solomon. It just so happened that Levi and Satan were walking down the corridor to witness this.

Of course, neither of them knew about the sleeping arrangement, and thought exactly the wrong thing. “Oh, good morning guys. What do you think? Am I RAD material?” the nephilim asked, showing off her school uniform. She felt rather silly wearing a uniform. Her school didn’t require one, focusing on individuality and expression more.

Satan merely stared at her, blinking. He wasn’t sure what this situation was, nor how to respond. “Uhm, it suits you well..” he cleared his throat a bit. Asmo was such a clever little demon, knowing what his older brothers thought and continued to play games. He reached out and took Lena’s hand. “It does, doesn’t it!?”

Leviathan’s face was red, but he looked otherwise rather deadpan. He gave no response, but instead walked right past his younger brothers and the nephilim. It was a curious reaction to both Lena and Satan. She assumed he just wasn’t a morning person.The three followed after Leviathan downstairs to the dining room table.

It was Mammon’s day for cooking. He’d gone the waffle route, making it quick and easy. The was beast bacon, hellfire bumble bee syrup, and fresh fruits of The Devildom. “You guys are gonna spoil me with all this delicious food.” She chimed and gave her compliments to “Chef Big Money Mammon” which caused him to blush and go tsundere on her.

“You don’t eat like this at your place?” Beelzebub asked, before swallowing what she was sure to be an entire waffle whole.

Blinking for a second in disbelief, she quickly shook her head, “Nah, we had a cafeteria at Belmont. We’re too much in a hurry to enjoy a setdown meal in the mornings. Too many things to do on our agendas. That and Azriel forbids sugary foods, especially during the most important meal of the day.”

“There’s only one important meal?” Beel asked, swallowing even more food.

Lilly laughed, “I told you we believe breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It sets your energy and mood.” Lena nodded as she began to take her seat.

‘Oh Lena, Darling,” Asmo chimed, “I might have to agree with your brother about eating too much sugar at breakfast. Your skin is so soft and smooth…..(paused for effect), I don’t want you to get any acne flare-ups. Especially after I spoil you with the latest line from Majolish.”

Okay, the sneaky 5th brother was really having some fun with his implications. Though everyone really did jump to conclusions quickly. And what made things even more suspicious was the way Lena didn’t react to him or get embarrassed.

“Today, Asmo DARLING, I will make an exception to the dietary rules thwarted upon me.” she replied, “Mammon took time to fix me a plate and I intend on enjoying it. Besides, it’s a part of my learning experience. Cuisine speaks volumes for culture anywhere you go.”

The second eldest brother couldn’t help but smile to himself at the appreciation for the food he made. It was unexpected coming from a stranger. “Yeah, don’t waste that food. I got up early to get it ready!”

There were jokes flying around the room about ‘chef Mammon’ with a lot of laughter. Even Belphegor, who was still in sulk mode, took the time to thank him for ‘slaving over the waffle iron’ for everyone. The only one that didn’t seem to joke around was Leviathan. He was quietly focusing on his phone as usual.

“Enough, everyone. It’s time to leave.” Lucifer announced. There were a few sighs that followed. Beelzebub quickly crammed as much as he could in his mouth as his twin began to push him towards the exit. “Beel, you should be good til lunch…” he murmured sleepily.

Lena was actually excited to share her first night experiences with her brothers and learn about how they fared. She didn’t text them anything besides ‘good night lub you!’. She’d rather see the expressions on their faces.

On the way to the Academy, Lena walked up beside the 3rd eldest; her ‘keeper’ she decided to call him. “Hey, are you playing the same Otome today?”

Leviathan froze for a moment, then continued to play. “No, I’m playing an action RPG…” He didn’t seem enthusiastic, nor did he seem focused on the game either. It puzzled Lena, so she kept on with the conversation, “I like those. The Marvel Alliance is my favorite.”

She could see a struggle in him. It was like he wanted to ask about it, but held back. What was his deal? Since he wanted to know, obviously, she went ahead and continued, “So it's all of the characters in the whole Marvel universe. It’s random what good guy characters or bad guys you get, but you draw random ones, build your team that are good against certain types of enemies, and level em up. It’s got decent story lines, and it’s cool you can play as bad guys too...it’s just. I really hate the ‘pay to play’ games that get you into gambling away your money for the characters you want.”

He glanced at Lena out of the corner of his eyes as she spoke. She really was the only person he knew that could ramble on about games like he could. Well not as much as him. He was the king otaku here after all.

“Are you by chance upset with me?” Lena asked, “I figured you’d at least share your opinion of the whole pay-to-play thing…” she had a tuition for these things and hated feeling awkward around people, especially ones she’d be around a lot.

At first Leviathan was going to dodge her question, then Asmodeus called to the nephilim to ‘hurry up’ to walk with him. It made him grit his teeth. “NO! Why would a shut-in otaku care about a 3D girl getting a little cozy with Asmo!?” He shouted at Lena and stormed on ahead of everyone.

Lena felt the eyes upon her. Not only did the fellow House of Lamentation members look at her for answers, but other RAD students gathering about the school grounds who witnessed the scene as well.

The nephilim facepalmed as Lilly joined her at one side, with Asmodeus at the other. “What was that all about?”

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Holiday in Cairo - Jonathan Pine x Reader(f)

Author’s Notes: Alright, here we go. I’m branching out into the other fandoms that I’m in. Hopefully you all won't send me hate for this lol.

Word Count: 2k+

Notes/Warnings: minor harassment, fluff, flirting, a sleazy friend, more flirting

Masterlist

You’d just wanted to be alone. This holiday with your friend was meant to help you relax but all she’d done was add to your stress. It started with her harassing the airline about upgrading your seats and went on from there. It seemed like nothing pleased her...except maybe the male staff at the hotel.

From a first glance, it may look like you were jealous of her but the truth was you were just over it. You’d known her for years and the amount of men she’d gone through was astounding.

So, when she found herself, once again, occupied by the bell boy, you’d managed to slip away to the hotel bar.

The Nefertiti Hotel was swanky to say the least and it’s amenities were extensive. Lucky for you, your friend had “persuaded” the bartender to give the both of you free drinks for the entirety of your stay.

You waved him over to ask for your second drink when a man sat in the seat next to you and leaned in uncomfortably close.

“Whatcha havin’, sweetheart?” He croaked in your ear.

When you finally looked at him he clearly surpassed you in age by at least three decades. You scoffed, “Nothing from you, thanks.”

The bartender looked at you and you met his eyes, praying that your silent look of help was received. He walked away without getting you a drink and made his way to the phone at the other end of the bar.

The man beside you inhaled and put his hand on your knee.

You swatted it away, “Hands off, old man,” you said with a glare.

“Come on, darlin’, I’m just getting you warmed up. I’ll pay real good.” He smirked.

You could teall he’d had a few too many.

“I’m not a hooker.” You spoke as clear as possible in hopes that your message would penetrate his thick skull.

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, and I’m the queen of England.”

“I’m serious. Beat it.” You were really at the edge of your limits. If he didn’t get out of that chair in three seconds you were going to swing on him, old man or not.

The man snarled at you then took a deep breath, as if he had something nasty to say but before he could,

“Excuse me, Miss Y/L/N?”

A tall, dirty-blonde, gentleman with a name tag on his left shoulder put a hand at the back of your chair. ‘Jonathan Pine’, it read.

The old geyser beside you faltered and his face washed over with something you couldn’t quite place. Shock, guilt maybe?

“That’s me,” you answered.

“I must apologize for Mr. Harris’ lack of propriety.” He patted Mr. Harris on the shoulder before gripping it so firmly that the old man winced. "Unfortunately, Mr. Harris is, once again, at the wrong hotel. Also, sir," he smiled at Mr. Harris, "Your wife called looking for you. She seemed quite worried, something about a medication for-"

At this point, the old man had lost all aggression and now wore a mask of shame. “Yes, yes. Aright, I’m going!” he shushed Jonathan, clearly embarrassed.

Jonathan smiled and held an arm out, showing him the way to the door. Once Mr. Harris exited the doorway to the bar a large man followed closely behind him to make sure he left the property.

Jonathan turned to you, "My apologies. Are you alright?"

You could only nod.

His smile to you was much less forced than it was a moment ago. "Mr. Harris has been here every night for the last week. Thankfully, his wife confessed that tonight was their last night in Cairo. You shouldn't have to deal with him again. Oh, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Jonathan Pine. I’m the night manager here.”

“Pleasure,” You squeaked out.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

You were stunned. He was gorgeous and kind and talking to...you. "I- um, no, no. It's fine, I'm fine."

"Please, are you sure you're alright? I saw him touch you. Shall I phone the police?"

Your eyes widened. "No, no. It's-" Well, it wasn't fine but you were already embarrassed from all the attention he was giving you. "Really, it's okay. Thank you for making him leave."

He waved the bartender over, "Another for her please." He turned back to you, "How about this. Tomorrow, around, say 10 a.m., you head down to the spa and I will make sure you are well relaxed, full treatment, on the house."

"Oh, my gosh, no. I can't let you do that," you flushed.

"I'm afraid my mind is quite made up." He smirked.

You put your head in your hands as you leaned on the bar top. "This is so embarrassing."

He sat beside you but not before adjusting the chair so that he was a full two feet from you. "Why on earth is this embarrassing? You were wronged under my watch and I intend to make it up to you."

"You don't even know me." You finally looked to him, having been given your second glass of liquid courage.

"I know you're not a hooker."

You laughed and nearly choked on your drink. You nodded, “Right.”

He chuckled beside you.

“I really do appreciate you getting rid of him, though.”

“Of course.” He smiled. There was a pause between you for a moment. He looked like he was about to say something when another gentleman approached him.

“Mr. Pine,” He said slightly timidly, “I’m sorry to interrupt but you’re needed at the front desk.”

“Yes, thank you.” He answered and then turned to you. “I’m afraid duty calls.”

“Of course,” you smiled at him, although you couldn’t say you weren’t disappointed that he had to leave.

“I hope you enjoy your day tomorrow. Remember ten o’ clock sharp.”

Right, the spa. “Ten o’ clock, got it. Thank you, Jonathan.”

He paused when you said his name and smiled at you. “Have a lovely evening Miss Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” you corrected.

“Y/N.” He nodded. “Good night.”

* * * * * *

Your day at the spa was absolutely wonderful. Jonathan had made sure that the staff treated you like royalty. Or at least that's how you imagined it. In all honesty there may have been a fancier package or services that you didn’t receive but it didn’t matter. What he had arranged for you was a dream. Massage, facial, mani/pedi. It was heaven.

Your friend, Olivia, hadn’t seemed to even notice you’d been gone all day. No text or calls asking where you were, nothing. You figured you should be upset about it but if you were honest with yourself, it was actually kind of nice.

You walked out into the lobby in your day dress and found Olivia in the lounge with a man at her side. You rolled your eyes.

Something made her turn around and she caught sight of you.

“Y/N!” She smiled and waved you over. “There you are! I’m famished, let’s head into town for dinner.”

“Just the two of us?” You asked, glazing quickly at the man- no boy… he couldn’t have been over twenty.

“Of course, sily. Who else would be coming.” She hopped up from the couch and made her way to you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the front doors.

You looked over your shoulder at the boy she’d abandoned and were surprised to see that he didn’t seem offended. In fact, he stood up and put on his work shirt, buttoning the buttons and adjusting his name tag before walking off.

You rolled your eyes, of course.

Dinner would have been lovely if Oliva’d had any tact at all. Instead, she relentlessly flirted with the wait staff and even “snuck” off to the employee bathroom.

You’d finally had the last of it.

When Olivia returned to her seat you lashed out.

“Really?” You looked over at her incredulously. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“Enough of what?” She actually had the nerve to look confused.

“Tell me, how many people have you slept with since we left my apartment? Hm? Twenty, thirty? You are going to get tested, right?”

“Y/N!” She looked at you shocked.

You didn’t give her any more time to speak. “I mean, really. What is the point of bringing me along on trips like this? You don’t spend any time with me and on the off chance that we happen to be in the same place at the same time, you’re busy trying to find your next lay.”

Olivia’s jaw dropped.

“I appreciate you inviting me but, honestly, what’s the point?”

“Well!” Olivia finally composed herself enough to be offended. “Who I sleep with is none of your business-”

“We share a room, Olivia!” You shouted quietly, trying not to make a scene in the busy restaurant. “Who else’s business should it be?”

“Well,” Olivia started to collect her things, “Since you’re having such an awful time with me, maybe I’ll just leave.”

You shook your head. She was trying to make you feel bad but it wasn’t working. “Won’t be any different from the rest of the trip.”

She let out a, “Ugh!” and stormed off.

You took a deep breath and sipped on the last of your wine. It was a long awaited argument and you were relieved to get it over with.

On the one hand, Olivia was the reason you traveled so much but on the other, you shouldn’t have to wait for her to plan a trip to go somewhere. You decided right then and there that you’d start to travel more… by yourself, or at least with someone other than her.

“Excuse me?” A familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You looked up to see Jonathan standing beside you. He was in tan slacks and a white linen shirt. As relaxed as he looked he was still handsome.

“Hi, fancy seeing you here.” You offered a quick smile.

“I’m sorry but I happened to see what happened between you and Olivia and I wanted to see if you were alright.”

“Oh,” You wonder how he’d seen it.

“May I?” He asked and put his hand on a chair.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry. Please, sit.”

Jonathan sat beside you and waved over a waitress. “Another glass for the lady and a scotch for me, thanks.”

You waited for the waitress to leave before leaning onto the table. “‘I’m sorry but you said you...watched my fight with Olivia?”

“Yes, I stopped in for dinner before I have to go to work later.”

Ah, that made sense. “Right. Well, I’m sorry you had to see that then.”

“You don’t seem sorry.” He smirked.

“For upsetting her, no. That you had to see it, yes.”

The waitress returned with your drinks and both you and Jonathan took a sip.

“So, what was it about? If I may.” He asked.

You took a deep breath, “We just have very different ways of vacationing. I like to enjoy the amenities and she likes to tease the men.”

Jonathan laughed into his glass as he took another sip.

“This dinner is the most I’ve seen her in the past week and I’m glad to see her go.”

“Well, hopefully you can enjoy your holiday now.”

“I already am.” You flirted vaguely. “Thank you for the spa day, by the way. That was really kind of you.”

He nodded with a subtle smile. “I just hope it makes up for what you had to deal with last night.”

“I’ve had worse, honestly, but I still appreciate it. You’ll definitely be getting a rave review from me.”

“I didn’t do it for the review.” He looked at you seductively.

You raised your brows and chuckled. “Is that so.”

“Tell you what,” He perked up from lounging in his char and now leaned close to you. “How about I show you around town? A real tour, not the ones for tourists. Give you a proper holiday in Cairo before you go.”

“Oh?” You smirked.

“The food here is great but it’s nothing like the home cooked meals by the locals.”

“Sounds lovely.” You agreed.

“How about tomorrow?” He asked, taking your hand.

“Tomorrow? But don’t you work tonight? Won’t you be exhausted?”

“Oh we won’t go out until the afternoon.” He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand. “The best part of Cairo is it’s desert sunsets and I wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

You leaned closer and lowered your voice. “But then we’ll be all the way out there in the dark.”

“How fortunate for us.”

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111-intuition · 3 years

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TIPS & ADVICE

(feel free to re-blog and add on)

LYING

if you lie about something, always have a backup story that adds up (and if you can’t think of a good backup story, don’t lie.)

don’t lie about things you don’t absolutely have to.

if you know that people know you’re lying, find your way out of that lie without lying again (whether that means saying you’re joking, or just shutting up)

if someone asks you a personal question you don’t feel comfortable answering, don’t lie to them about it, just don’t answer them.

don’t lie about things for attention (ex: having mental illness, someone close to you passing away ((or being close with someone who passed away)) etc..)

SCHOOL

if you’re known as the quiet kid, don’t give people reasons to start thinking of you as weird. (don’t give people reasons for that in general)

don’t make fun of people (and if you do just do it in private)

don’t talk shit about people you don’t know

don’t make out in the halls

don’t do any sort of pda

try to not have late assignments

do not walk slow in the halls and by all means, do not stop to talk to friends or teachers, if you need to talk to someone that’s walking in the hall then walk with them, also do not swim up stream (walking in the opposite direction as everyone else)

do not interact with people who you know talk shit a lot, don’t like you or are mean to other people on social media, it’s probably a good idea to block them

do not kiss your partner in front of your peers (i’ve made this mistake)

do not suddenly try to become friends with the popular kids, chances are they will reject you (either straight up or behind your back)

don’t be embarrassed to do every little thing, chances are you’re embarrassing yourself more by doing that.

try your hardest to not cry in front of your class, they more then likely won’t give you sympathy

don’t share personal things with your class in an attempt to get attention (or in general)

do not ask people your friends are friends with about your friend unless you need to, it’s weird and makes everyone feel awkward. (idk if this makes sense 😭)

don’t snitch unless you or other people are in absolute danger

if there is no official seating, respect the unofficial seating and don’t sit in a new seat everyday

if your teacher says they are going to talk to your parents about something negative that you did , immediately text your parents and give some sort of explanation of what you did, but make it seem like less of a big deal then it really was (making what you said an understatement, but not a lie) , then when your parent talks to you about the message from your teacher, make it seem like the teacher is exaggerating (but do not say your teacher is lying)

don’t record fights and don’t repost them if someone else did

stand back when there’s a fight

don’t try to stop a fight

stay out of drama

don’t bring drugs, alc or weapons to school, it will not be taken as a joke and you will get suspended or expelled

MENTAL HEALTH *tw*

do not vent to someone you don’t trust

don’t vent to someone who is easily triggered

don’t vent to someone who you know won’t help you (unless you just need to vent & dash)

ask before you vent to someone if you think they might not be ok with it

if you need to talk to someone about suicidal thoughts (coming from yourself or others) don’t talk to your school councillor about it unless you are 100% sure you can trust them. if you have a student assistance provider they would be a good option.

don’t lie to your therapist

don’t tell people you aren’t close with about your mental illness unless you absolutely need to

don’t make mental illness your whole personality (idk who would do this but still)

don’t self diagnose (unless you are almost 100% sure you are correct, and you know enough about the mental illness) and don’t diagnose other people.

mental illness is not an excuse for everything, don’t make it one.

don’t fake mental illness for attention

don’t push your mental illness onto other people (ex: if you have separation anxiety from someone like your friend or partner , don’t make them feel like it’s their responsibility to cure you and don’t make them feel trapped)

use tone tags with people who you know have a hard time recognising tone or with people who are sensitive when it comes to getting their feelings hurt

if someone tells you that you hurt their feelings, apologise even if you didn’t mean to, if you feel like you don’t owe them an apology just say ‘i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings i’m sorry you felt that way’

if you are having a panic attack in class do not expect your peers to help you (i know this sounds cold but kids are mean and a lot of them don’t understand mental illness)

there is literally no reason to compare your mental illness to someone else’s (ex: saying things like ‘i have it worse’ etc)

SHARING PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE

if you’re siblings/parents are a safe place for one of your friends, family members or your partner there is absolutely no reason to take that away from them unless they are seriously overstepping their boundaries (and still, just tell them that they’re overstepping)

if one of your friends/ your partner is friends with your siblings, do not take that away from them unless you absolutely need to for a good reason.

let your friends/parter have other friends/people close to them in their life.

just because you’re jealous of someone your friend/partner is friends with doesn’t mean you should hate that person

if your friend becomes close with your partner (or vice versa) there is no reason to be mad, unless you suspect there is some sort of cheating going on (then express your concern in a healthy way)

RELATIONSHIPS AND CRUSHES

(i have a lot of advice on this lol)

if you have a crush on someone you know doesn’t like you back, do not confess

if you have a crush on someone who is dating someone, do not confess

if you have a crush on someone who you know is a bad person, do not confess and try your hardest to get over your feelings

if you have a crush on someone who you think might like you back, test the waters before you confess.

if you have a crush on someone who you are almost 100% sure feels the same way, confess, but i would do it was caution

if you are dating someone who has bpd/has you as their FP (favourite person) keep that in mind when you’re talking to them

if you are having sexual relations with someone, please make sure there is always consent, a safe word if you need one and provide aftercare.

don’t make someone feel trapped (saying things like ‘i would die if you left’ or ‘ill kms if you leave’ etc)

if you’re dating someone, make sure you know their boundaries, what they’re comfortable with, what they’re not comfortable with and what triggers them

just because someone doesn’t support your relationship doesn’t mean it’s toxic or bad, but if someone is pointing out obvious red flags and you don’t listen to them, that’s on you

if someone tells you your partner is cheating, don’t believe them 100% without evidence, but don’t just brush it off either, look into it, ask for receipts and evidence, etc

don’t overwhelm your partner with affection (this may not make sense but don’t randomly just send them a paragraph expressing how madly in love with them you are bcuz they may not know how to respond in the moment)

if your hurt feelings, jealousy, etc turn into anger DO NOT take that anger out on your partner, either calmly express to them that they hurt your feelings or made you jealous, or don’t talk to them for a few hours

just because you guys are dating doesn’t you’re obligated to spend all your time on each other, you can hang out with other people, you can talk to other people etc..

although you deserve attention, that doesn’t mean your partner can’t give their interests attention too (ex: if you want to ft but their catching up on their favourite show, let them do that and just ft them later)

if you don’t like one of your partner’s friends then it’s ok to voice that to them, but you need a good reason to not like said friend, if they just give you a bad vibe and you don’t like them for just that that’s also ok, but you shouldn’t voice it to your partner in this case.

celebrating the months leading up to a year of you and your partner being together is totally acceptable and of course your one year, two years, three years, etc.. is too, but celebrating your one year-one month, one year-two months, etc.. isn’t necessary and is a little weird

‘are you mad at me’ is a valid question if you feel the need to ask it, even without the obvious signs of your partner being mad, but don’t ask it for attention.

if you and your partner are hanging out with friends, don’t start making out with them in front of said friends, it makes everyone else uncomfortable.

if you feel the need to ask for a break from your partner, do it. but make sure you voice your thoughts and you two seeing other people while you’re on your break (ex: say you need to step away for a while, but you’re still in love with this person. make sure when you tell them you need a break you voice that you don’t feel comfortable with them seeing other people while you’re on a break)

if you feel trapped, or are falling out of love, voice it to your partner ASAP

FRIENDSHIPS

if you have no friends, talk to people who look shy, chances are they’re really nice.

if your friends are talking shit about you, drop them asap!

if your friend doesn’t listen to you and is constantly talking about themselves, don’t talk to them about important things and don’t consider them a good friend

having only a few friends is ok

having only one really good friend is ok if you like it that way

if your friend expects you to help them and do things for them and they don’t return the favour, slowly step away and end the friendship, they’re more then likely just using you.

don’t let your friend treat your other friends/partner bad

don’t let your friends talk shit about people you care about

don’t tell friends you know you can’t 100% trust important things

if your friend makes fun of things they know you like in front of you, call them out in a calm way (ex: friend 1: ugh i hate that show that you love. friend 2: why would you say that if you know i love it?)

don’t let your friends treat you or make you feel shitty

don’t let your friends insult you ‘as a joke’ if you don’t like it or it’s obviously not a joke anymore

if your friend calls you out for being mean to them or someone else (or anything that you need to be called out for) that doesn’t mean you drop them, you thank them for calling you out for it.

don’t be possessive over your friends

SOCIAL MEDIA

don’t post everything that comes to your head

watch your words

make anonymous private accounts that you only accept a few people to so that when you need to vent, you don’t have all eyes on you and not that many people are seeing your vent post.

do not spam your story with birthday posts, videos of fireworks, memories, etc.. i can assure you that no one really looks at those posts.

don’t post about other people on your private story, they will find out.

don’t send nudes through dms, snapchat, discord, etc..

don’t add people to groupchats just to make fun of them

don’t make a groupchat with people who don’t know each other.

don’t send copypastas (it’s really annoying)

don’t spam your private story with tiktoks

screenshot everything of importance (yes even on snapchat)

GENERAL TIPS & ADVICE

don’t pressure people do to things they don’t want to do and don’t fall for peer pressure

if you need a healthy way to cope, collect something innocent (ex: i collect squishmallows to help cope with my separation anxiety)

^^ another healthy way to cope is picking up a hobby (ex: i play drums and take an art class)

buy books on things that interest you (ex: i have a ton of books on crystals and astrology)

just because you can’t relate to a song doesn’t mean you can’t listen to it

if you have separation anxiety, keep things like voice recordings, notes, pictures, gifts, etc.. from your person safe somewhere. (ex: i have separation anxiety from my s/o and i keep some of the voice recordings they send me in a note in my phone, i have the stuffed animals they made/bought me propped up on my bed, i have the notes they made me and the polaroids we took pinned on my cork-board.)

if you have mental illness, learn to recognise the feeling of things getting bad again.

make your room relaxing, some things that might help with that are things like an ocean projector, oil defuser, noise maker, incense or anything else that calms you down.

before you start something of any sort of importance, plan out how you’re gonna do it.

if you don’t agree with any of these then just don’t use them, no need to hate lol. i hope these helped you <33 ( i made this so if you repost give credit) also if you want another one of these with different categories just comment what categories to do :) ilygsm

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clairecrive · 4 years

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"Childhood crush" - Alfie Solomons x reader

So this one is for the lovely @evelynshelby, today is your birthday and as a present here is a little something for you. I hope you like it and that it will be able to make you feel a little better✨ I haven't proofread it I'm sorry, but I wanted it to be out for your birthday so here it is.

I haven't written Alfie in what feels like forever and I actually missed him lol. The Bane request is the next one don't worry anon.

Requests are always open and feedback is always appreciated!

Tag list: @mollybegger-blog @br0ck-eddie (let me know if you wanna be added)

Life could be such a wonderful experience. Feeling the warmth of the sunlight on your face while taking a stroll down a park, listening to the quiet sounds of the birds resting on the nearby trees. Humming a little tune of your own you relished in feeling the moment to its core, in its simplicity. Who could have thought that such a simple action could bring such powerful emotions? Well, maybe the Romantic poets did but that's beside the point.

Afternoon strolls were a recurring thing between you and Alfie. It had started a couple months ago when you thought it would be such a waste to be coped up into a restaurant with a beautiful day blossoming outside. Surprisingly, Alfie had agreed too despite the bad hip. He thought it would be a unique opportunity to get to know you better and indeed it was right. Along with the flowers, your relationship was starting to blossom too. It was crystal clear that there was something between you two but for some reason, neither of you pushed to put a label on it. You'd rather enjoy each other company in every possible way: evenings at the pictures, morning dates at a museum, dinner at your place and of course, your favourite one, the afternoon strolls.

Today wasn't any different than any other day. You were enjoying Alfie's company, walking alongside, observing the way nature was waking and growing more colourful. You were so taken by the sheer pink of a flower growing at the roots of a tree that when you looked up, it took you a moment to realize that the man who was walking your way, was rather familiar. Not in a good way though. Occasional meetings on the streets were something that you had always found rather dull but this one was different. You could tell by the feeling of dread that suddenly took over your bones or the shivers that made you slightly tremble. The man that had been unaware of his effect on you and yourself, was the one and only Stephan Loop.

Stephan had been your first crush but also your first heartbreak. Nothing really happened given that you were eight and he didn't reciprocate your feelings. That wasn't the worse part, you couldn't blame someone for not thinking you're pretty, even at the candid age of eigh you knew that. What broke you was what happened because of the crush.

You thought you had been sly about it but you couldn't have been more wrong because he knew and made it very clear that he didn't feel the same, even if you hadn't ever thought that he did, or well his cousin did. Sweet old wretched Clode thought it was rather fitting to make your crush very public. That meant not only poor Stephan that did nothing but stare probably not understanding what was going on, but also the whole class, which of course was very delighted by all the drama. It may sound a little childish because nothing really happened, but it was one of your most embarrassing moment, one that still haunted you from time to time. It's safe to say that you didn't recover from the embarrassment and shame yet. The crush was long forgotten but the shame... that will never fade. So when you saw his face coming closer you couldn't help but turn to Alfie for help, who was completely unaware of the intern turmoil you were experiencing.

"Alfie, quick hide me." you hurriedly walked over him and then behind him.

"What the fuck are you on about pet, what is going on?" He had been looking at the ground to try and not triple over any little rocks or branches. So he was genuinely startled by your sudden movement.

"Now it's not the time to ask questions, Alfred. Just put that massive body you have to use and hide me, please." You took the back his coat in your hands, holding it tightly so that you could keep him in place. A rather stupid thought given the difference between your hights and strength levels.

He hadn't a clue about what was happening but the fear and panic on your face were real. That much he knew. You kept glancing at the approaching Stephan, your face getting paler and paler as he took more steps towards you. It didn't take long for Alfie to connect the dots. He didn't know why but he knew that that man was the cause of your distress. So of course, he took the opportunity to turn the situation in his favour. Grabbing you, he brought you in front of him and softly pushed you on a wall you were walking by, his face getting dangerously close to yours.

This wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you asked him to hide you but Alfie was a cheeky bastard so you should've expected it.

"Don't take advantage of the situation Alfred." You warned him narrowing your eyes and staring pointedly at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about pet, I'm just doing what you asked, see? I don't think he'll be able to recognize you. I fear that your face is still too exposed tho. Here." and got even closer, your noses were now touching. If he inclined his head, your lips would too. Too into the moment, you let him distract you and have his way with you. He was even about to do it, that bastard, when you suddenly remembered yourself and pushed him away. You didn't know if Stephan had already walked past you but at this point, you didn't care.

"I actually prefer to die from an old wound that to open a new one, thank you very much asshole." you spat leaving him behind. But of course, Alfie being his annoying self didn't let you venture far off before catching up with you.

"A thank you would be enough, pet. " You heard his pace quicken thanks to the sound of leaves he stomped.

"Why the hell would I thank you?"

" 'Cause I've saved you from an embarrassing moment, like the gentleman I am."

"Yeah, by making fun of me. What a hero." you sassed with a roll of your eyes even though he couldn't see it.

"How was that making fun of you?" He sounded genuinely taken back

"Why would you pretend to kiss me? Couldn't you just hide me in a different way?"

"Public display of affection make people nervous so they don't look, alias you'd have been safe. You're welcome."

"Whatever you say Alfie." you mumble trying to put space between the two of you not in the mood to have this conversation anymore.

"Stop running Y/n, you know I can't keep up with you with this bloody stick." He growled and you knew he was getting frustrated.

"Well, maybe that's the point." you mumbled loud enough so that he could hear you.

To be honest, Alfie's behaviour was nothing new. He always did like to make fun of you or to put you in a tight spot just to see you all flushed and embarrassed. He was a sadist, that old bastard. But you also like to make fun of him and his nice and elegant walking stick so it was fair game really. The similarities between what he did and what happened with Stephan were too close though to let you brush away his comments like an irritating joke.

You slowed down after a while, letting him catch up with you, and he did eventually, in silence.

"So, wanna tell me who was that bloke?" he asked after a while.

"Not really." you mutter with a shrug.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked further.

"Not really." His cousin did.

"So what did he do that had you hidin' behind me like a scared kitten?" He persisted like you know he would.

"Let's just say that he's related to the most embarrassing moment of my life." You confessed.

"So he did hurt ya. Want me to let him meet my fists?" He oh so kindly offered.

"Although that's really kind of you, I think it's not necessary. And he didn't hurt me, his cousin did, " you started letting him in slightly, "she made fun of me because I had a little crush on her cousin, who was the guy we saw earlier. I haven't spoken to either of them since that day."

"Did he make fun of you too?" he just asked.

"Not really. But I'll always be the girl who had a crush on him you know? How can I ever look him in the eye after that?" You finally open up, looking to him and you find him already staring at you.

"He should feel fucking lucky to have a girl such as yourself crush on him. But, if it really bothers you still, you could be the girl he saw again after all these years, at the arm of a gentleman such as myself." He joked but you knew that his words were a tacit offer.

Smiling at him, you take the arm he was offering. Oh, how you cherished this man.

"Well, I think I'll take you up on that, thank you very much." you beam at him, leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek sealing the deal.

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mikroparadise · 4 years

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Look At You And Your Beautiful, Stupid Face | KTH (M)

↠ Synopsis: When it was finally time to make plans for spring break, your bird-brained brother decided to force you to bunk up with his stupid, beautiful best friend, with his beautiful, stupid face, stupid sultry voice and deep stupid eyes. God, you hated to love him.

↠ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

↠ Word Count: 1.6k+

↠ Genre/Rating: +18; smut and some light fluff maybe?

↠ Warnings/Tags: e2l; shared bed; some pining; kim taehyung being deadly beautiful as usual; sexy touching n’ stuff, it’s all pretty soft; reader is a little bit tsundere I guess lol

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↠ A/N: I got drunk the other night and wanted to see if I could actually manage to write a drabble, I think it worked lol this is unedited, and I wrote most of it totally drunk and then the rest totally sober, so I hope it doesn’t suck, and thank god for spell check or else you’d be able to tell how drunk I was lmao.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the floor?”

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I’m sure. Would you like sleeping on the floor?”

“I guess you have you have a point,” you sighed, “but I also would not like to sleep in the same bed as you,” you quipped.

“Well you can blame your air-head brother for not booking enough rooms,” Taehyung huffed as he pulled back the covers and plopped into bed.

You cursed your brother Jungkook in your head. If he had just let you make the arrangements for your spring break vacation then you wouldn’t be forced to share a bed with his stupidly gorgeous asshole of a best friend, with his stupid long silver hair and his stupid light blue contacts that he always wore. God, you hated him. Well, more like you hated how attracted you were to him. It almost made you think that Jungkook did it on purpose.

“Why can’t you be a gentleman and let the lady have the room to herself?’ you said as you slipped into the bathroom to change into hopefully the most unappealing clothes possible. Thank God you managed to pack a spare pair of baggy pajamas so that you could attempt to wrap yourself up like a nun. The last thing you wanted to do was wear your normal pj’s and arouse him somehow, the thought itself was too embarrassing. You’d openly hated him so long that you hoped he’d never find out that you thought he was chiseled to perfection by the Gods themselves.

“Self-preservation, my dear,” he drawled from the bedroom, “I’d rather wake up with you spooning me than your brother.”

You blushed at his comment. Did he mean that because he really wants to cuddle with you, or because he really doesn’t want to cuddle with your brother?

“Got nothin’ to say to that, sweetheart?”

You suddenly became flustered and didn’t know how to respond, so you stuttered out “I- uh, I-I’m not gonna dignify that with a response!” You finished your attempt at ugly-fying yourself before exiting the bathroom to find Taehyung shirtless and propped up against the headboard so that you could see his stupid chest in all it’s glory. “You know you’re a cocky prick, right?” you said as you made your way to the other side of the mattress.

“What, now I’m not allowed to be comfortable either?” he smirked, “I bet you’d be more comfortable without any clothes on too.”

Now that one couldn’t have been your imagination. Was he really flirting with you right now of all times? “Is that supposed to mean something, Kim Taehyung?”

Taehyung held his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, sorry.”

“Alright, well, no funny business,” you said as you joined him under the covers before reaching up to shut the light off.

Darkness fell over the both of you and you adjusted yourself so that you were laying as far away from Taehyung as possible without falling off the bed. You felt so torn; you wanted so desperately to press yourself up against his strong, firm chest and drift off to sleep, but also wanted to save yourself the embarrassment of having to eat your pride and admit you didn’t actually hate him.

You were laying there on the edge of the bed, filtering through your conflicting thoughts, when the bed shifted behind you, and suddenly Taehyung’s breath tickled the back of your neck.

“Y/N,” Taehyung breathed out in his deep, sultry voice, “You’re going to fall off the bed if you stay all the way over there.”

When you turned your head, Taehyung was staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, his face mere inches from yours, and you were sure that you wouldn't be able to breathe even if you were on a damn ventilator. "Yeah, well," you trailed off, at a loss for words as your mouth opened and closed uncontrollably.

"Here." Taehyung snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you toward the middle of the bed, all the while keeping eye contact with you to ensure that you die or something.

"I hate you, you know," you said, though your voice didn't seem to want to command the authority you intended to.

"Yeah, you sure look like you do," he said with a smirk.

"Fuck you."

"Only if you ask, sweetheart."

You huffed and turned away from his stupid, beautiful face, scooching just out of reach and cursing yourself for allowing him to have this effect on you.

Everything was quiet and still for a minute, when once again Taehyung’s breath was on your neck.

"Y/N, why do you hate me?"

You decided it was best not to turn around this time, in the hopes that it would help you keep up your ruse. It didn't. "I-I don't…well why do you care?"

"Because even after all these years I don't think you actually hate me," he whispered. "Tell me if I'm wrong." Taehyung pressed his body flush against your back.

You began stuttering incoherently when he cut you off.

"Y/N, am I wrong?"

You stared forward at the wall as your heart began beating in record time. This was the moment of truth, the moment that you'd either let out your big secret or keep up the act and lose your chance forever. After a few long moments, you shook your head.

Taehyung ghosted his hand over your shoulder before pulling your baggy t-shirt out of the way and leaving soft open-mouthed kisses across your bare skin. You leaned into his touch as he made his way up to the nape of your neck and snaked both of his arms around your waist to pull you even closer to him.

This was it, what you’d always wanted deep down but never admitted to. You mewled and moaned as his hands and mouth explored your body for the first time.

“Shhh, don’t be too loud sweetheart. Don’t want to wake anyone up,” he whispered. Taehyung let one of his hands wander up to cup one of your breasts as the other crept below the hem of your sweatpants to your slick folds. He began rubbing soft circles over your clit and you threw your head back against his shoulder and tried to keep quite as best you could.

You turned your head to face him and you were met with those deep, beautiful eyes, half-lidded and burning with passion. You could drown in those eyes if he’d let you, if he told you to.

Taehyung dipped down and captured your lips in a tender kiss, gently swiping his tongue across your bottom lip to gain entry into your mouth. Your lips parted and you both sighed into the kiss as your tongues danced around each other. His hand continued to massage your breast, rolling you nipple between his fingers occasionally, and the other hand was quickly bringing you to climax as he rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.

It was getting harder to keep quiet as you felt the coil in your belly getting ready to spring free. Taehyung’s erection was straining against you and you began to grind up against him.

“Fuck,” he whined as he broke the kiss. Taehyung resumed licking and biting at the back of your neck as your orgasm came closer and closer to overtaking you.

“Tae,” you sighed out his name. You attempted to tell him you were close, but the words just didn’t want to come out.

“Fuck Y/N I wish I could hear you say my name like that all the time.” Taehyung took your earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly, rolling it in between his teeth. “Y/N,” he mewled, “Baby, I need to hear what you sound like when you cum.”

All of the breath left your lungs at his confession, and you were sure you’d never be able to catch it again after hearing him say that. You’d give him what he wanted soon, you were right on the edge, so close.

“Just one time,” he said, “I need to hear it.”

So close, just a few more strokes.

“Cum for me Y/N,” he whispered.

Pleasure rushed over you like white hot electricity, rippling through every nerve ending in your body as you cried out and moaned in ecstasy, and Taehyung’s arms tighted around you as he helped you ride through your orgasm, leaving soft kisses all over your neck and shoulders as you came down from your high.

“Fuck,” you breathed out in a shiver.

Taehyung removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth to lick your juices off of them. “Fuck is right,” he said with a smirk, “that shit was hot.” Taehyung chuckled.

Your face heated up in embarrassment. “You’re a-an asshole,” you stuttered as you tried to wiggle away from him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Taehyung said in a rush as he pulled you back to him, “come back here. I’m sorry. You’re just really cute when you’re flustered.” He smiled down at you with his big boxy smile and you about melted into a puddle on the spot.

“Wait, don’t you want me to do something for you?” you asked, puzzled. After all weren’t men supposed to be selfish or something?

Taehyung shook his head. “Next time, sweetheart.”

“Next time?!” Your eyes popped out of your head in surprise at his insinuation.

Taehyung nodded his head, amused at your reaction. “Next time. Now get some sleep.” Taehyung adjusted the blanket to fit over you both nicely and nuzzled into your neck. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Tae.” You were still in shock at how sweet and gentle he was with you even as you were closing your eyes. Who did he think he was anyway? Being so soft and caring? God, what an asshole.

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Nobody Knows -- BTS Jungkook drabble

I’ve been sitting on this plot idea for literally 3 months so I can’t tell you how glad I am to be able to yeet it out into the universe and move on. :’)

I hope you guys enjoy it!

Word count: 1.4k+

PS: it HAS been edited, but edited and 4 am, so who knows lol

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You had few complaints about your relationship in general. In the year you’d been with your boyfriend Jungkook, the pair of you have hardly fought. You’d actually been exceptionally happy together…. mostly. While dating an idol and all that it entailed was not easy, you felt all the concessions you had to make were fully worth it. Your relationship wasn’t public yet, but because you knew that would open up a whole new set of challenges, being together under the radar was okay with you.

You both were super careful to guard your secret, taking extreme measures to avoid being discovered. You knew this was pretty standard considering Jungkook’s career, so you didn’t complain, and for the most part you weren’t bothered by it. Only BigHit, the rest of the members, and your families knew you were together. But things were wonderful. You always had fun together, and you truly loved and cared about each other. The only issue? He got super weird and evasive whenever you mentioned wanting to meet his friends (outside of BTS).

Whenever you mentioned it as part of casual conversation, he would sort of freeze up and then change the subject. It didn’t seem to be related to his concern about keeping your secret, either. When you assumed that to be the case he was quick to correct you, saying that he had no doubt in his friends’ ability to keep quiet about it. Somehow that was worse, because you genuinely had zero explanation for his behavior.

Then you started doing what you do best: overthinking things. Every time he would go to hang out with his friend group he was sure to imply you shouldn’t come or take measures to avoid your tagging along. What were you supposed to think? You started to feel progressively more insecure, thinking maybe the reason he didn’t want to introduce you to his friends was that he was embarrassed of you.

Your brain ran off with that thought and you started spiraling. If you were prettier, cooler, more interesting, another idol, would he behave differently about it? Would he even bother keeping your relationship a secret in that case? Though you had thought you’d mostly overcome it, this brought back up your deeply ingrained fear of not being enough.

You were scared to directly ask Jungkook about it. You were terrified to get a confirmation that you were right, that you weren’t enough for him. While you sometimes wished you could be brave and just address the problem directly, you could never bring yourself to do it. Your attitude changed noticeably as time went on. Even when you were physically in the same place as your boyfriend, you were miles away in your mind. He absolutely picked up on the distance you were slowly building between the two of you, pushing him away for fear of getting hurt.

Jungkook noticed that you smiled less, you were less cuddly, you didn’t immediately jump at the chance to see him like you used to. He assumed it was just being able to spend so little time together beginning to wear on you. You loved movies, but you never had the chance to go together, so one evening he made sure to carve out enough time to take you on a movie date. It definitely cheered you up at first. Before and during the movie you were acting like your old self, smiling and laughing with him with a comfortable sense of ease. Him trying to do something special for you eased your worries a bit, making you feel a bit better. Maybe you’d been wrong after all.

It was when you were exiting the theatre that things took a turn for the worse. A group of six guys approached, noisily greeting Jungkook with hugs and a kind of chaotic excitement. They looked pleased to see him, but he looked like he might throw up. That’s when the guys noticed you. They stared at you in surprise for a moment before politely saying hello to you as well. A very tall, black-haired man said to Jungkook, “Wait, how come you never mentioned that you had a girlfriend?” It was an innocent question. He looked confused when one of the others shot him a warning look, sensing the tension growing between you and your boyfriend. “Yugyeom, shhh, not helping.” Someone said to the tall one.

This was it. This was the confirmation you’d been fearing all along. Not only did he not want to introduce you to his friends, he hadn’t even told them that you existed. Jungkook had a guilty expression as if he’d just been caught. You bit your lip hard to try to hold yourself together, but the tears welled up in your eyes anyway. “I’ve got to go.” You mumbled before quickly making your exit. He must have been in shock because he felt as if he couldn’t move to go after you, standing still with his mouth hanging open. One of his friends said gently, “Go on and go after her, we’ll talk later.” This prompted Jungkook to nod, finally becoming unstuck from the spot he stood in and exiting the theatre as well.

By the time Jungkook was frantically knocking on your apartment door, you had already arrived home, changed into pajamas, and sat down tucked up into a ball on the sofa, absolutely sobbing. You ignored Jungkook’s attempts to get you to open the door, too consumed by your hurt feelings and toxic thoughts about your shortcomings.

You were surprised out of your distracted state when your apartment door opened. Jungkook stood there, shutting the door behind him. He held up a key with a halfhearted smile. “I know where the spare key is. I had to know you were okay.” He explained softly, sitting down on the couch next to you, facing you. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He asked gently, and you looked at him in confusion.

Giving a little humorless laugh, you tried to wipe away some of your tears. “You know, it always worried me when you never wanted me to meet your friends. I just didn’t know it was THIS bad, you know? I know I’m not some glamorous idol, I’m not on your level, but god, I didn’t think you saw me as falling quite this far short. I didn’t think you were so embarrassed of me that you didn’t even want your friends to know I existed.” You said softly, the hurt in your voice apparent as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

What you didn’t expect what Jungkook’s reaction. “WHAT?!” He exclaimed loudly, totally incredulous. His expression shifted between surprise, confusion, horror, and finally concern. “No no no, why would you think that? Oh my god, this is my fault, if only I’d just been honest with you….” He seemed truly panicked and guilt-stricken. He took both your hands in his, looking you straight in the eyes.

“You couldn’t be more wrong. Who cares if you’re not an idol? You’re everything I could possibly want. You’re perfect for me, and I just love you so, so much…” He trailed off slightly, tears welling up in his own eyes now. “I could never be embarrassed of you. I didn’t want you to meet them, you’re right, but not because of you. Because of me.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “My friends are such genuinely nice, talented, and extremely attractive people. I was afraid to introduce you to them because I knew they’d see how wonderful you were too, and I was scared you’d meet them and they’re probably a better option, and…. I was so scared of losing you.” A choked sob ended his sentence and he pulled you into a tight embrace, his breathing shaky. “So I guess we’re both insecure, and I guess neither of us need to be. I’m sorry I didn’t just confess what I was worried about, the fact that I made you doubt yourself or how I feel about you is absolutely killing me.”

Squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you hugged him back, feeling inexplicable relief. “I love you, you big dummy. I don’t want anyone else.” You muttered into his shoulder, both of you snuggled into the comfort of each other’s arms. That made him laugh. “I love you too.” He replied softly, pulling back to kiss your forehead gently.

“Now should we see if the guys want to meet up for ice cream? They’re gonna adore you.”

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